Page 13 of Clear Your Mind

He answers her but doesn’t release me from his gaze. “I’m not on one yet, but Krystal is planning one for me. Ain’t that right, love?”

I wrench my attention from him, which is no small feat, and give the reader a shy smile. “I don’t have anything forthcoming, but if you like MC romance, I have that in spades.” I reach for one of my first in the series to hand to her. I swallow hard, my mouth as dry as the Sahara. I gear up to tell her what the book is about, but her attention isn’t even mine.

To make matters worse, Buddy comes around the table and wraps his arms around my waist. “Now, love.” He licks my cheek. Fucking licks it like a lollipop.Like he licked my body last night.“That’s not what you said last night.”

More readers have gathered around my table and almost in unison, theyooooohat his statement.

“Have you no shame?” I hiss, but it lacks any fire whatsoever. It’s hard to think with him so close. Touching me and wrapping his potent scent around me.

“Not a single ounce.” He squeezes me a little tighter as he speaks.

“Can I still get a picture?”

“Of course, love,” he answers the reader.

I ignore the spike of jealousy at him using that endearment for a stranger. But he used that name for me since the second we met.

Before he steps away, he turns me in his arms and kisses me senseless.

Buddy is made to be a book boyfriend and cover model. If I had any doubt about that, it disappears the second he engages with his adoring fans. He gives each reader a few minutes of his undivided attention. He hands them all a bookmark and informs them he’ll be exclusive to my books.

Before I know it, I’m out of books because each reader buys one of my others. I’m convinced it is not my writing prowess as much as a chance to make eyes at Buddy…and to have him make eyes at them.

When the crowd moves on, likely to Faith’s table, Buddy sits next to me. Legs extended and crossed at the ankle. Perfectly relaxed and at ease with the adoration of perfect strangers.

Buddy effectively ensured he’d be in my life, at least in some capacity. Each reader was ecstatic about the coming book with Buddy the Blond Biker on the cover. A book I haven’t plotted or even thought about in all seriousness.

However, in the match of author versus biker, round one goes to the biker.

When the signing ends, Buddy helps me take down my table and pack up. I excuse myself to go to the restroom. I don’t know what to do. How do I ditch a sexy-as-sin biker I want to fuck again but know I can’t? The one I get the “he’s my person” vibe from.

I text Faith from the restroom to ask her advice and to remind her that I’m not staying in the room tonight. The plan was to use it for wardrobe changes but stay at home since I want to open my shop tomorrow.

Krystal

You’ve got the room tonight.

Faith

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Faith

Got it. How cool was it that our bikers showed up? Did you know?

Krystal

Not and no. OMG! This guy is basically biker Velcro. SOS, how do I peel him off?

Faith

Why do you want to, the dick not good?????

I roll my eyes. Of course she thinks the only deal breaker is bad sex.

KRYSTAL

No. The sex was out of this world, but I can’t go down that road again. Bikers are fun to look at and to fuck but not get involved with.

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