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  As I pulled out from the parking lot and accelerated away, I thought about my life; what had come before, and what was still ahead.

  It seemed as if everything was in a state of flux, a state of chaos, and I wondered whether something — or someone — would be able to come along and make sense out of this crazy fucking mess. Because I wasn’t sure I could do it alone …

  The story continues …

  Petals and Chrome: Book One in Alicia Pierce’s Flowers of Hell MC series is available from Smashwords now!

  SYNOPSIS: Feisty English girl Rose yearns for adventure. One summer, when she and her friends take a road trip across America, she hopes that the experience will live up to her wildest fantasies. Yet out on the road, Rose discovers a very different kind of adventure - becoming fixated on a local motorcycle gang with mysterious flower symbols painted on their jackets.

  One night, as tensions rise, and Rose finds herself cut off from her boyfriend and friends, stripped naked and humiliated in the middle of a crowded trucker's bar, she looks around the room, wondering if anyone will step in and save her. What happens next leads Rose deep into a world of white-hot lust and animal desires, as this pure, innocent girl finds herself riding with the baddest biker gang around, known only as ... The Flowers of Hell.

  Warning: This 13,000+ word novella contains extremely graphic sex scenes, and is definitely not for the faint of heart. It is intended only for mature readers, aged eighteen years and above. You have been warned!

  EXCERPT: Holding the knife out between us, the trucker took a step towards me. With his free hand, he grabbed the left shoulder strap of my sundress in his grubby fist, tugging it roughly away from me then slipping the blade beneath it. The strap slit easily, the razor-sharp knife slicing through it like butter. He did the same to my right strap, then let go. I caught the dress as it began to fall, holding it to my body, pressing my hands to my breasts.

  “Let it go,” he commanded.

  I looked down at the knife blade, glinting menacingly between us, then let the dress fall to the floor, leaving me almost completely naked, save from my battered old Converse trainers and a tiny black thong. I shivered, covering my small breasts with my hands, feeling my nipples — stiff from the icy air of the room — pressing against my palms in hard little buds.

  “Arms down by your sides,” he barked.

  I dropped my hands, feeling a twinge of embarrassment. I looked around the bar, my cheeks burning with shame. Every eye was on me; all the truckers, all the bikers. They were all leering at me, at my lithe young flesh, at my puckered, erect nipples.

  “Turn around,” the trucker growled.

  I did as I was told.

  “Slowly,” he hissed.

  I slowed down, feeling his hungry dirty eyes on my arse. I heard my breath shivering as I took in the smoky air of the bar in thin, shaky gasps, my whole body trembling now with a heady mixture of shame and fear. I was practically naked in front of these men, just the flimsy cloth of my knickers covering my most private place. The only person who’d seen me naked before today was James, and now all these dirty bikers and truckers had too. I felt my cheeks burn with white-hot embarrassment.

  “So, slut …” the trucker growled, once I’d done a full turn and was facing him again. “I’m gonna say it one more time …” He held the knife up between us, touching the cold blade to the rock-hard bud of my small left nipple. “If I asked you to get down on your knees and suck my dick, would you do it?”

  I looked at his horrible bloodshot eyes, at his mouth twitching with venom, at the glinting blade of his knife, then, almost imperceptibly, I nodded.

  I knew I had to ...

  About the Author

  Alicia Pierce is a young writer, who grew up on both sides of the Atlantic, and has long yearned for a life of adventure. In the day, she works as a shop assistant in a large department store, while at night, she loves firing up her laptop and escaping into the worlds she creates in her stories. She always writes about what turns her on; some of it based on her own real-life experiences, some — as yet — only fantasy.