Preview Chapter

(Lucy – age 16, Double-D – age 19)

~ LUCY ~

My daddy probably never realized how badly he messed up the day he let me hang out at work with him in the shop. He was a hell of a mechanic, especially when it came to working on Harley Davidson Motorcycles. My dad could make them purr like a kitten or roar like a beast, and either way they’d ride like a dream. Since he was the best there was around these parts it stood to reason that the Aces High Motorcycle Club tapped him to be there number one go-to guy when their bikes had serious problems.

We didn’t have school since it was summer time and I would be starting my junior year of high school in the fall. I was bored and tired of hanging out with my mom learning to bake crap in the kitchen when what I really wanted to do was go learn how to fix bikes and cars with my dad in his shop. Yeah, I was the weird girl who didn’t mind getting a little greasy. My dad secretly loved it, even while telling me that I would probably never do well with the knowledge, because the type of men who rode the Harleys he fixed didn’t trust a woman to tinker with their babies. I thought it was a load of shit, and completely unfair, but daddy said it wouldn’t hurt to learn something I might find useful for myself one day.

That was how I found myself, just a couple days post boring baking lessons, up to my elbows in engine grease and oil when I looked up into the clear blue eyes of the most beautiful boy I’d ever seen. Actually, while he was still relatively young, boy was not the word I should have used to describe him.

The person standing in front of me in fitted denim jeans, a wife-beater tank top, a black leather vest over the top that stated his name was Double-D, and some kick ass black motorcycle boots was quite possibly the most handsome man I’d ever lain eyes on.

“Where’s Jack?” His voice, deeper than expected, called out causing me to startle a little even though I’d already been staring – I mean looking – at him.

“He just stepped in back to grab a part real quick,” I finally managed to get out.

“Okay,” he stated in a cool manner that had me playing guessing games as to what would come next. “You mind telling me why a pretty little thing like yourself is crawling all around my bike?”

I had a bad habit of scratching at the tip of my nose when I was nervous. My finger slowly went there, rubbing across the tip as I stared into the bluest blue eyes on God’s green earth. The guy smirked like he was in on a joke that I wasn’t aware of, but he just continued watching me, waiting for an answer.

“I work here with my dad sometimes,” I finally managed to answer.

“Uh-huh. Your dad Jack Carter?”

I nodded my head then brushed my hair back out of my face where the flyaway had started falling into my eyes again.

“Hey, hey, what’s going on out here?” My dad called and started double-timing it over to the bay where we had been going over the bike he’d been working on all day.

“Your daughter here was just telling me that she was working on my bike,” Double-D explained. He never raised his voice, but the tone in it had changed a bit, and I watched as my father bristled a bit.

“I was just teaching her some things along the way. She ain’t doing none of the work on your bike though, if that’s what concerns you.”

“She any good at it?” The beautiful man asked, no longer concerned with me outside of his question. As a matter of fact, as soon as my dad showed up it was like I no longer existed. That is, if you discount the fact that they were talking about me while I was standing right here.

“Better than most of the guys I have working here, actually,” my dad admitted as he wiped his brow on a semi-clean rag and then tossed it my way. “Girl, clean your face up, you done got grease all over your nose.”

That made the smirk reappear on the man’s face in front of me. I glanced down at my hands, having just caught the rag flying at me in md-air with them, and noticed how filthy they were. I had just been rubbing my nose nervously, and my hands looked like this? I could imagine what my face must look like now.

“I’ll just go clean up,” I huffed before I started moving away.

“Never caught your name,” Double-D tossed out before I could get even two steps away. I glared back over my shoulder since he hadn’t been gentlemanly enough to tell me I’d gotten my face dirty.

“I never threw it,” I sassed, then turned and kept on going. My daddy chuckled at my response.

“That girl of mine is spunky, for sure. Brains for days, talent with engines, and off limits seeing as she’s just sixteen.” The warning tone in his voice wasn’t to be trifled with. My daddy may not have been part of a motorcycle club, but he was tough as nails, and didn’t take kindly to folks poking around his family or business that didn’t need to be. I heard him carry on as I left the door to the little washroom open. “I know your club’s rules. She might be legal by this damnable state’s standards, but you boys have a hard and fast club-wide 18 and older rule. Best you stick to that,” my father warned as I cringed inwardly. Embarrassment knew no bounds with him.

Coming in 2019, release date to be announced! For more MC Romance books by Christine Michelle, continue on…