My Kind Of Bad

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Blurb:

A bad boy, biker gang, interracial romance novel. What starts as a fun night out for Neera at a club soon spirals into danger. Lucky for her Kurt, the club’s bouncer, swiftly intervenes to her rescue.

With his handsome features and protective nature, Neera finds herself falling hard for him… And the fact that he’s a part of a biker gang only makes him harder to resist! Yet as their relationship begins to blossom, trouble is just around the corner. Someone is set on digging up Kurt’s past, and isn’t willing leave it alone…

Kurt must pull away to keep Neera safe, but will that be enough to shield her from danger? And with enemies lurking in the shadows, can their romance survive the drama? Get answers in this Black woman / White man romance book by Erica A Davis.

Chapter 1

The weekend couldn’t come soon enough for Neera Wishmore. Three of the staff members were off sick so Neera had had to field their work to other colleagues, who were not happy with the knowledge they had to do more work. The guy who delivered the sandwiches kept flirting with her and trying to look down her shirt and earlier that day he had grabbed her behind and given it a very good squeeze. The bas*ard had received a hard slap in the face for his troubles. Now he was threatening to sue for assault.

And to top it all off, her boss had been caught at lunch having s*x with his secretary in his office by his wife. He was blaming Neera for not notifying him that his wife was in the building but since Neera had been on her lunch break there wasn’t a lot she could do if someone came in when she wasn’t at the front desk.

She would be lucky if she had a job on Monday.

So, it was with a headache and aching limbs – not to mention a still very sore bottom from the squeezing – that Neera let herself into her apartment, dropping her bag and keys on the hall table as she kicked the door closed behind her. She couldn’t wait to have a long, hot soak in the bath, a take out from her favorite restaurant and a good book or film to help her relax.

Although the knowledge she might not have a job on Monday didn’t help to soothe her worries.

Neera had her bath with some relief but wasn’t able to enjoy it. Her backside didn’t like being sat on. It had been the same on the train; she had had to stand instead of sit because it was that uncomfortable. Chances were there were bruises on her cheeks.

At least she had something to counter-sue with if the delivery guy followed through on his threat.

She had just toweled herself off and was getting into her pyjamas when her cell phone rang. Realizing she had left it in her bag with the ringtone reverberating through the house, Neera hurried back to the hall.

“Okay, I’m coming!”

Tipping her bag’s contents onto the floor, Neera managed to snatch her phone up and glanced at the number. And winced. Four missed calls already from the same number. Somebody was eager to get hold of it.

This time the phone rang in her hand as she made her way back to her bedroom. Neera answered it.

“Hello?”

“Where are you, girl?”

“Sorry, Lizzie.” Neera checked her hair in the full-length mirror. “I was in the bathroom.”

“Should I ask?”

Neera turned her back to the mirror and looked over her shoulder as she tugged her pyjama bottoms down enough to see her full, rounded backside. Even against her dark skin she could see the bruises already coming up.

“Bas*ard.”

“Sorry? Did you just call your best friend a bas*ard?”

“Not you, Lizzie. Some guy who thought he could cop a feel has left evidence of the feeling behind.” Neera pulled up her bottoms and lay down on the bed on her front. “Let’s just say sitting down is not easy right now.”

“Aw, poor you. Make sure you kick his ass next time you see him.”

Neera grunted.

“I’ll do more than that if he comes near me again.” She glanced at the clock. “What’s up?”

“Petra and I are going out tonight to this hot club we found in Lawrence. You want to come?”

Neera paused. Elizabeth Washington and Petra Bickerstaff were her best friends from high school. They had stayed in touch throughout college and managed to get jobs in and around Topeka. They had gone out every weekend without fail. Neera could remember having hangovers that lasted most of the weekend; Elizabeth and Petra were not as lightweight as she was. But that had petered out in the last nine months and while Neera missed going out with her friends, dancing and drinking the night away, she actually liked staying in and doing nothing.

Not through her own choice. It was something that had happened and she couldn’t get out of the habit.

“I was planning on having a quiet night in, actually.”

“You what? Again?” Elizabeth groaned. “Come on, you’re always having a quiet night in. I swear that’s all you ever do.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that.” Neera protested. “I’ve had a long day and I would like to put my feet up.”

There were the faint murmurs of voices at the other end and Neera guessed that Petra was there. She could imagine them getting ready in someone’s bedroom, putting on their makeup and pretty outfits as they shared a few glasses of wine before leaving for wherever they fancied. As a writer Petra had a lot of freedom of when and how much to work and Elizabeth was a model. On her nights off she was the one doing the partying. Neera had often joined in and was the one who had to be picked up from the floor from too much alcohol. The two girls looked after her. They had always looked after her.

Elizabeth came back on.

“Petra says there is no such thing as putting your feet up on a Friday night.”

“There is with me. And my dinner is calling for me to make an order, Lizzie.”

“We can pick up drive-thru on the way over. I’m not drinking tonight so I’m the designated driver.” Elizabeth put on her pleading voice, the one that always seemed to work on Neera. “Please, Neera. We never see you now. You’ve become so boring.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“I think your needle is stuck in the groove, honey.”

Neera rolled her eyes. She rolled onto her back, biting back a wince as she rolled onto her bruised buttock.

“I’ve also got the newest boxset of True Blood that I’ve wanted to watch for a while.”

“You can watch it another night. It’s a boxset. It’s not going to run away.” Elizabeth sighed. “Come on, Neera. We used to go out all the time until that fu*kwit stopped you from going out.”

Neera stiffened as she remembered the man she had been with for six months. The man who was the reason she now had nights in.

“I’m not with Jason anymore.”

“I know you’re not. But you ended it with him four months ago and you’re still indoors on Friday nights.” Elizabeth accused. “You’re still under his thumb.”

“I’m not!”

“If you weren’t you’d be out with us partying the night away.” Elizabeth snorted. “Either you’re still doing as he says and having him control you still or you’re getting old.”

Neera didn’t like this accusation. Jason had been her boyfriend for six months before Neera finally had the wool lifted off her eyes and realized that he had isolated her from friends and what little family she had left. She didn’t go out anymore and she didn’t wear the clothing she used to wear. She had been lucky if she could go out to work. Jason had controlled everything.