Free 4 Horsemen Prequel, Jenna's War (Sons of San Merced Erotic Motorcycle Club Biker Romance) by Ava Bonde
Authors: Ava Bonde
4 Horsemen Prequel: Jenna’s War
by Ava Bonde
Copyright 2014, Ava Bonde, All Rights Reserved
This prequel describes the events leading up to Ava Bonde’s thrilling erotic romance, “4 Horsemen, The Sons of San Merced”. Lust will rise, evil will arrive, and the only question left is whether love can conquer all.
Read it now: 4 Horsemen, Sons of San Merced
And when you’re ready for even MORE 4 Horsemen, their first stand-alone novella length book has just been released!
Read it now: 4 Horsemen, 1st Novella - Kayla’s Ride!
Or view all of Ava Bonde’s steamy catalog right here!
4 Horsemen Prequel: Jenna’s War
“What are you doing Jenna?”
I smiled, staring at myself in the mirror.
Looking good… That’s what.
My hands tugged at my blouse, cutting the v-shaped opening just a bit wider. I’d seen the way all the pretty little girls dressed at The Dirty Dog biker bar and knew full well what it was going to take to get a little attention. Another snip exposed an even more scandalous amount of cleavage, spilling my tan skin into view.
I’m not the kind of woman who’s satisfied with just a ‘little’ attention.
The tight miniskirt completed the look as I pulled it up over my hips, and the tall fuck me heels put me over the top. After a moment of hesitation, I went one step further, wiggling out of my little cotton panties. It felt naughty.
I like feeling naughty…
If there was anything my 35 years had taught me, it was how to attract a bad boy. A guilty pleasure to be sure, but nobody fucks like a bad boy, and I knew exactly what kind of man was on the agenda tonight.
I wanted one of the Horsemen.
The Four Horsemen were the local motorcycle gang. They had free run of San Merced for too many years to count. Conquest, War, Famine, Death; the leaders of the horsemen weren’t known for their law abiding ways. Everyone who knows better stays out of their way, but that only made them more interesting. Perhaps one more than any other…
War.
War was the largest of the Horsemen, a beast of a man, and the sexiest hunk of meat I had ever laid eyes on. We ran into each other at Dirty Dog last week and could barely keep our hands off each other. Tonight was different though. To win a Horseman, you have to win his friends. My outfit, my low cut shirt, the pile of makeup, the missing panties, it was all for their benefit… Three men. Three dangerously sexy men. Convince two of them you’re the right kind of girl, and you can ride with the club.
Giving myself one last lip smack, I clicked my heels down the hall and out the front door. For a brief moment, I thought about leaving Penny a note…
She’s a big girl now… She’ll be fine. I thought, changing my mind. Penny was my only daughter. She came around while I was still sixteen. I was naive, scared, and pretty soon I was alone. Being a single mother was hard, but it was also one of the most rewarding things I’d ever done. Nobody could pretend to say I was the greatest mom, but Penny had turned out alright. Even today, she was off at college working hard and career bound. Not a day went by that I wasn’t glad she didn’t take after her mom…
Outside of her looks, anyway.
I flipped the little visor down in the Miata, giving myself one last little look over. I was hot. Fuck me hot. There wasn’t a biker on the planet who was going to turn down a piece of ass like this… It made the drive a little easier as I squirmed in my seat, putting the little stick shift through its paces. With a little luck, it wouldn’t be the only stick I got to play with tonight.
Soon… I thought to myself, speeding across town in the little red convertible.
The bar was packed, and row after row of big chrome bikes was almost enough to make me shiver in anticipation. War caught sight of me first. He was clearly fucking me with his eyes as I walked up to the group. Although the room was filled with bikers, only four sat at
by Ava Bonde
Copyright 2014, Ava Bonde, All Rights Reserved
This prequel describes the events leading up to Ava Bonde’s thrilling erotic romance, “4 Horsemen, The Sons of San Merced”. Lust will rise, evil will arrive, and the only question left is whether love can conquer all.
Read it now: 4 Horsemen, Sons of San Merced
And when you’re ready for even MORE 4 Horsemen, their first stand-alone novella length book has just been released!
Read it now: 4 Horsemen, 1st Novella - Kayla’s Ride!
Or view all of Ava Bonde’s steamy catalog right here!
4 Horsemen Prequel: Jenna’s War
“What are you doing Jenna?”
I smiled, staring at myself in the mirror.
Looking good… That’s what.
My hands tugged at my blouse, cutting the v-shaped opening just a bit wider. I’d seen the way all the pretty little girls dressed at The Dirty Dog biker bar and knew full well what it was going to take to get a little attention. Another snip exposed an even more scandalous amount of cleavage, spilling my tan skin into view.
I’m not the kind of woman who’s satisfied with just a ‘little’ attention.
The tight miniskirt completed the look as I pulled it up over my hips, and the tall fuck me heels put me over the top. After a moment of hesitation, I went one step further, wiggling out of my little cotton panties. It felt naughty.
I like feeling naughty…
If there was anything my 35 years had taught me, it was how to attract a bad boy. A guilty pleasure to be sure, but nobody fucks like a bad boy, and I knew exactly what kind of man was on the agenda tonight.
I wanted one of the Horsemen.
The Four Horsemen were the local motorcycle gang. They had free run of San Merced for too many years to count. Conquest, War, Famine, Death; the leaders of the horsemen weren’t known for their law abiding ways. Everyone who knows better stays out of their way, but that only made them more interesting. Perhaps one more than any other…
War.
War was the largest of the Horsemen, a beast of a man, and the sexiest hunk of meat I had ever laid eyes on. We ran into each other at Dirty Dog last week and could barely keep our hands off each other. Tonight was different though. To win a Horseman, you have to win his friends. My outfit, my low cut shirt, the pile of makeup, the missing panties, it was all for their benefit… Three men. Three dangerously sexy men. Convince two of them you’re the right kind of girl, and you can ride with the club.
Giving myself one last lip smack, I clicked my heels down the hall and out the front door. For a brief moment, I thought about leaving Penny a note…
She’s a big girl now… She’ll be fine. I thought, changing my mind. Penny was my only daughter. She came around while I was still sixteen. I was naive, scared, and pretty soon I was alone. Being a single mother was hard, but it was also one of the most rewarding things I’d ever done. Nobody could pretend to say I was the greatest mom, but Penny had turned out alright. Even today, she was off at college working hard and career bound. Not a day went by that I wasn’t glad she didn’t take after her mom…
Outside of her looks, anyway.
I flipped the little visor down in the Miata, giving myself one last little look over. I was hot. Fuck me hot. There wasn’t a biker on the planet who was going to turn down a piece of ass like this… It made the drive a little easier as I squirmed in my seat, putting the little stick shift through its paces. With a little luck, it wouldn’t be the only stick I got to play with tonight.
Soon… I thought to myself, speeding across town in the little red convertible.
The bar was packed, and row after row of big chrome bikes was almost enough to make me shiver in anticipation. War caught sight of me first. He was clearly fucking me with his eyes as I walked up to the group. Although the room was filled with bikers, only four sat at
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