When a big scary biker shows up at Jimmy’s Diner fifteen minutes before the end of my shift—covered in tattoos and looking at me like I’m on the menu—I should flip the open sign to closed.
But I don’t.
I’m too used to doing what I’ve been told. Too used to working and struggling and surviving to do anything different. A closed sign wouldn’t stop him anyway. He’s here to collect a debt. And I’m the only one left to pay. (Blurb for Shari Slade’s Ride Me Hard) Goodreads l Amazon
Ride Me Hard is the first installment in Shari Slade’s new serial series, Devil’s Host MC. A dark, erotic, suspenseful serial that gives readers a decadent taste of the dark side with Noah, an enforcer with the Devil’s Host MC (Motorcycle club), and Star, a waitress whose cousin is in deep debt to the MC. Noah plans on getting payment…one way or the other. Slade has said this serial will contain six parts.
Regret flickers in my belly. I remember that my security comes with a price.
“Are you going to hurt Harry?”
“Not if he has Dev’s money. But judging by the way he ran off tonight, that might be an issue. If you’re worried about him, I might let you plead for his life. You’re pretty on your knees. We could do this again.”
Ever since the hit show Sons of Anarchy and its sexy star, Charlie Hunnam burst on the scene, the appeal of MC romances has skyrocketed. Kristen Ashley, Joanna Wylde, Madeline Sheehan, and other authors flooded the market with their sexy, hard-core, sexually demanding, dirty talking, take no prisoners bikers and readers can’t get their hands on them fast enough. Everyone loves a good hero, right? But what about the bad hero? The anti-hero? The criminal hero? The man who not only walks on the dark side, but thoroughly enjoys the journey.
According to Wikipedia an anti-hero is a “protagonist who is lacking the traditional heroic attitudes and qualities, and instead possesses character traits that are antithetical to heroism.”
The anti-hero is drawn to power and filled with greed. They are the materialistic, power hungry, tyrannical side of our natures; the side that wants to possess everything it desires, without limit, and control everything it needs. Usually a no holds barred alpha, this anti-hero makes no excuses for his behavior. He doesn’t care what you think of him. He’ll use you and everyone around him- it’s all in a days work for him. They are always motivated by a lower, primordial nature. Money, power, sex….the list is endless.
What is the appeal of a biker? In romance, they are the ultimate forbidden fantasy. They are the personification of the uber alpha bad boy (most times) who throws caution to the wind and live their lives by their own rules. The subversive lifestyle of the MC battles against out rationale side, eliciting a secret thrill as you imagine what it would be like to be totally under someone’s control. You’re their property. You’re second class. You’re only worth what your man deems you are. Yet for all their posturing; you are protected. You belong to him and he will do whatever it takes to keep you by his side.
Hot breath whispers over my ear. “No turning back now, sweet girl.” His words tumble in a rush—rough, tender, just for me.
“Remember what I said. You’re mine. Nobody fucks with what’s mine.”
In the beginning, we despise this person. We don’t want to be attracted to them. They go against everything we have ever been taught about what a “real hero” should be. They are atypical. They disregard the inherent rules on which life is based upon. Yet, an attraction forms, eliciting both panty dripping lust and dark self disgust as we find ourselves beginning to trust and eventually fall in love with them. They embrace both the good and evil dualities to expose us to something we can all relate to; the ambiguities of life. With these men, we love to hate them and hate to love them. Against our better judgement, we think we may be the one who will finally tame the beast that resides in them. We convince ourselves that we will be the one to bring these powerful men to their knees in front of us.
A sensual mouth, curled into a smile that says I know everything you’re thinking, and yeah you’re exactly right. A smile that says test me, please. A smile that says I’m hungry and you look like cake.
Fuck me. I want to be cake.
He is every bad decision I’ve ever made all rolled up into one terrifying package.
This particular hero and storyline doesn’t seem to be going away anytime soon. What do you think? Are bikers still your ultimate dirty fantasy or do you find your eyes glazing over when someone mentions a new MC romance release?