Hi, again!  I recently did a guest post about 5 reasons to get a tattoo.  Why?  Because I love biker romances and one of the things I love about bikers is their hot, sexy tattoos!

And, of course, I love writing about bikers!  Why?  Here are my nine top reasons.

1. Domination

I love writing stories where a strong alpha male takes control of a woman and a rough, tough, leather clad bad-boy biker is as alpha and dominant as they come!

“You’re mine now.  I’ll do whatever I want to you, and you’ll do whatever I tell you.  Now and while we ride together.

(From Wild Ride.)

2. A sense of danger

These bad-boys are big, rough and intimidating.  I love the breathless excitement the heroine experiences when he takes control

In a sudden movement, she felt herself pushed back against the building.  Her breath caught as his big, solid body crushed her tight to the cold brick wall.

Oh, God, had she made a mistake?  He was so big and intimidating, and right now, he looked determined and… almost feral.  He pivoted his hips forward and she could feel a hard bulge against her stomach, proof that he was aroused by her.  Anxiety spiked through her, and a little fear, but right alongside those feelings was a wild surge of excitement.

He grabbed her wrists and pushed them over her head, then held them tight, his striking midnight eyes locked on hers.  She could feel the erratic pounding of her blood pumping through her veins.

She had never felt so alive.

God, she wanted him to take her.  Right here.  Right now.

(From Hot Ride.)

 3. Attitude and sheer sex appeal

These men have a cocky, bad-boy attitude and love to shock.  In Hard Ride, I love it when Shock says to Liv:

“Sweetheart, it’s not a date I want from you.” He leaned in closer, his hot breath stirring her hair. His groin pressed against hers, the hard bulge of his erection telling her exactly what he did want.   “I want you naked and moaning,” he said, “my hard cock driving into you. I want your hands all over me,”— his gaze dropped to her lips— “your mouth all over me. I want to fuck you so hard, you scream my name at the top of your lungs.”

The hand on her lower back pulled her tighter against his pelvis, so she could feel exactly how long and hard he was. “And after you do that, and you’re lying gasping on the bed, I want to do it all over again.”

(From Hard Ride)

4. Camaraderie

Steele’s gang of bikers is not a typical motorcycle club.  They are six friends who ride together, running from the shadows of their past.  They share a closeness I admire, with playful banter and very serious trust.  They are a close knit group that shares everything.

Wild Card gestured to Steele, still asleep on the ground. “That man always has my back. Same with every one of his crew.” He locked gazes with her. “If you let him, that man will protect you and take care of you to the best of his abilities. And believe me, that’s saying something.”

(From Riding Steele)

5. Group sex

As I said, these six hot bikers share everything.  That’s the perfect opportunity to have my heroines enjoy a romp with not one, not two but… yes, all six men.  Gotta love that!  😉

6. Deep, dark secrets

All of my bikers in the Ready to Ride series have a deep, dark secret from their past that is explored during their story.  One of my bikers, Magic, even has a tattoo with script that says “My secrets are my own.”

7. Danger, chaos and happenstance

Anything can happen.  In both the first two stories, Rip, who is an ex-cop, gets drawn into a bar fight, prompting his heroine, Raven, to say:

“So will this be a regular thing now that I’m riding with you?  Being thrown out of bars?”

(From Wild Ride)

Then there’s Wild Card, whose name tells you right off the bat that he’s trouble in the making.  Wild Card means well, but sometimes gets them into trouble, like when he “accidentally” kidnaps Laurie in Riding Steele, prompting Steele in frustration to ask him:

“How the hell did you miss the fact that the plan was not to kidnap the woman?”

(From Riding Steele)

8. Protectiveness towards his woman

I love the intense masculinity and authority of the hero, contrasted with the incredible protectiveness he feels for his woman.

9. Possessiveness towards his woman

Not only are they protective of their women, but possessive, too.  (Yes, even though they share.)

Steele pulled her into a deep kiss. “You’re mine. And nothing and no one is going to change that.”

She stared at him, dumbfounded. She should say something. Set him straight.

But she liked the possessive look in his eyes. Directed at her. Despite the fact he was willing to share her, it was clear he wouldn’t give her up to anyone.

(From Riding Steele)

What about you?  Why do you love biker heroes?  Everyone who comments will be put in a draw to win a copy of Hot Ride!

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Hard Ride (Ready To Ride series)

Opal’s latest book, Hard Ride, is initially being released in ebook form as a novel in three parts.  The first part came out last week (April 7) and the second part this week (April 14).

Being forced to submit to a dominant biker may solve all her problems, if she doesn’t fall for him.

Liv never expected to find herself trapped in a dark alley facing a band of rough bikers. And she certainly never expected to see him again. Back in college when they dated, he was heir to his family’s business empire–and their fortune. She expected him to become a billionaire. Instead, he’s the heavily muscled, tattooed member of a rough biker gang…and just as sinfully sexy as ever.

When Shock sees Liv again, he’s ready to pay any price to have her in his bed and on his bike. Shock has his own scars to deal with, but he soon learns that Liv is in desperate need of financial help, though she won’t tell him why. So he offers her a sensual deal: his help for her complete submission. Can Liv entrust Shock with her secret…and how can she stop herself from falling for the hard rider?

Excerpt:

Once out on the street, which was pretty deserted at this time of night, Liv started walking down the road.  She wanted to grab a cab, but there were no cars at all on this road right now.  After a few minutes of walking, heading toward a busier street, she started to get nervous.  It was at times like this she wished she still had her car, but with the drain on her finances, it was a luxury she could no longer afford.

There were some men hanging out on the corner ahead.  Rough-looking men.  Maybe she should go back inside and have the bartender call her a cab.

She turned and started to walk back, but as she got close to the bar, a few more rough-looking types exited the bar and started walking toward her.  Their gazes locked on her.

Her stomach clenched and a chill quivered through her.

Damn Carl for leaving her stranded here.  Ordinarily, she would never come to a place like this, especially alone, but Carl had insisted the only time he could meet her was after his shift as a bouncer at a nearby bar.

She turned down an alley beside her.  She was pretty sure it led to the next block and she could probably catch a cab there.  Or at least slip into the all-night diner she’d seen on the way here this evening.

But as she walked down the dimly lit alleyway, she wondered if she’d made a grave mistake.  She couldn’t see very far ahead, but shouldn’t she see streetlights from the next block?  Or headlights of cars driving by?

She heard a sound behind her and glanced over her shoulder as she picked up her pace.  Her breath caught at the shadowy shapes of three men behind her.  She lurched forward and ran smack into a big, solid body.  She gasped as she pushed herself back from a man with a broad, muscular chest and thick, tattooed arms.

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