Cursed with bad luck, and a stubbornness that gets her nowhere, Margarine Butter wants to shed her biker gypsy lifestyle for a white picket fence and a permanent address. When Remy offers her employment, she gambled with her desire for a new life and her attraction to the millionaire. Could she keep her distance and her identity secret long enough to secure her future?
Business conglomerate, Remington Montgomery, couldn’t believe the sexy waitress with the long blonde hair turned his money down after he accidentally got her fired from her job. So, when she whacked him with her leather studded purse and rode off on a Harley Davidson, he wanted to learn more about the woman who was not impressed by the size of his wallet. But would the price of loving her be his downfall?
"Excuse me, Ms.?"
She screamed and fumbled for her purse strap. Strap in hand, she swung her arm in a wide circle and aimed at the voice in the shadows.Oh, God. "Stand back or I'll smack you with my leather studded bag."
"Whoa, lady, it's me…Remy."
A dark outline of a big person stood in the shadows between two parked cars. She continued to swing her purse. She didn't know anyone named Remy, and in the dark, she aimed to disable anyone who came close enough to hurt her.
"I'm the man who got you fired." The man stepped closer. "I didn't mean to scare you."
Palms in the air, he ambled out of the shadows and into the light. Her arm fell to her side. The buckle of her purse slammed into her knee. She groaned. That's going to leave a bruise.
"What are you doing? You scared me half to death." She bent over and rubbed her knee without taking her gaze off him.
"I wanted to apologize and offer to find you another job." Remy removed his billfold from inside his suit coat and fingered the bills.
She stood back up, her pained knee forgotten, and wrinkled her nose. No way! Where the hell did he get that idea? She held her tongue and thought to herself. Do I look like a whore?
He held out his hand, dangling a fist full of dollar bills between himself and Margie. She snorted and stepped around him, disappointed that the best-looking man she'd ever met joined the ranks of just another jerk on the bumpy road of life.
Margie marched over to the light post and extracted a set of keys from her purse. She unlocked the saddlebag of her motorcycle, removed her helmet, and threw her purse in the side compartment.
Bending at the waist, she gathered her hair in a messy bun atop her head and slipped on her helmet. Remy, or whatever he called himself, didn't have a clue. She'd rather purchase an oversized, gas-guzzling, ozone-killing machine than sell her body to the highest bidder.
Margie hiked her skirt up to her thighs and straddled the leather seat. Behind the face shield, a smile came to her lips at the touch of the smooth, familiar shape between her legs. Without a second glance back to check if he still stood in the parking lot, she revved the motorcycle to life and left the man and his ego in the dust.
The handful of crisp one-hundred-dollar bills slipped out of Remy's hand, falling onto the asphalt of the parking lot. His mouth hung open, and he blinked.
"I'll be damned."
The waitress rode a Harley Davidson.
There are lots of women with overly protective, caring families who want to vet any suitors for the hand/body of said woman. However, not all families consist of a motorcycle gang of gypsies who lay their heads in whatever motel they happen to spy. Margie happens to be the princess of the gang, her father the king. Can Remy infiltrate first Margie’s heart, and then the gang? Will the gang pulverize first, and ask questions later? Can Remy take the heat and win the fair maiden?
Except for the motorcycles, this almost sounds like a medieval novel of a marauding gang of knights out to kidnap the princess from the well-guarded castle. Margie is the product of latter day hippies who strangely named her Margarine Butter, which makes her the ‘butt’ of all kinds of jokes. Remington Montgomery, nicknamed Remy, was born with a silver spoon.
All Margie wants is to have a real home, not a convenient motel. Her parents don’t understand why she wants to turn her back on their lifestyle, but they are willing to let her find her own way.
Remy manages to make her lose two dead end jobs in two days, so to make up for it, and keep her close, he hires her at an outlandish salary to be his housekeeper. But will his uptight family ever accept a biker babe to marry their silver spoon son? Funny enough, the biker gang thinks he’s not good enough for the princess!
I really liked this princess in the castle story, with the added cachet of the biker element. There is some humor, lots of conflicts, and a surprise ending in Biker Babe in Black that you will love.
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