A Ride on the Wild Side

Posted: October 14, 2014 in Experiences, Thoughts
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There are times when I can’t help being a little bit bad. Like the other day. First of all, it was a beautiful autumn day with the bright blue sky and orange & yellow leaves falling to the earth like feathers. The air had a chill to it, but the sun was still warm enough to take most of the chill away. I was leaving Thrasher Development and something just pulled me over to the corner of the parking garage where Ramos kept his motorcycle. I stopped and stared at it, feeling a rush of longing to go for a ride.

With a sigh, I turned to leave and found Ramos standing behind me with a lopsided grin on his face. “Babe,” he said. “Looks like you’re drooling just a little. Want to go for a ride?”

My breath caught and, even though I knew I shouldn’t, I nodded my head, grinning like a fool. See what I mean about being a little bit bad? I didn’t have any control when it came to Ramos and going for a ride on his motorcycle. What was worse, Ramos knew it. “I have to take a message to someone for Manetto,” he said. “But it shouldn’t take long.”


He popped the trunk of his car and got out the gear I’d need, and I quickly put on the helmet and leather jacket. Before I knew it, I was on the bike behind him with my arms wrapped around his waist. As we pulled out of the garage a thrill went down my spine and my stomach churned with butterflies. We didn’t go far before stopping, and I was a little disappointed. But I shouldn’t have worried. After Ramos delivered his message, we got back on the bike and he said over his shoulder. “We’ll take the long way back.”

“Woohoo!” I shouted, and felt his stomach muscles wiggle with laughter. We left the city behind and took a loop around the University past some big homes with huge trees lining the residential streets. The leaves kicked up as we drove through them and rained down from above as well. It was a timeless moment, and I enjoyed every minute of it. Then we hit the main road and traveled back to the city.

Parking in the garage, I got off the bike like an expert, and stowed the helmet and jacket back in Ramos’ trunk. “That was awesome!” I said, grinning widely. “Thanks.”

“Sure,” he said, thinking it was the best part of his day.

“Me too,” I agreed. “So tell me… if you were going to a Halloween party, what would you dress up as? I think I’d want to go as a biker chick.”

“Babe,” he said. “I’d just go as a hit-man, then I could wear whatever I wanted.”

We both laughed and I was still chuckling in the car on my way home. Then it hit me that not too many people could say that, and here I was, a normal soccer-mom housewife…who’d just taken a ride with a real live hit-man. See what I mean about taking a ride on the wild side?

  1. debeelynn says:

    I can hardly wait for the new book to come out!! I don’t read romance novels but love the interaction between those two.


  2. Nancy says:

    Can’t wait for the new book to come out… I loved each of these books, and the new twist in the last book. Wouldn’t it be great if in the new books she developed a new super power??? Talking to ghost?????


  3. Misti A. says:

    I can’t wait for the new book! This is an amazing series, I love how you make the characters come off of the pages.


  4. Diana Sprain says:

    I have enjoyed the Shelby series, which I discovered quite by accident. Can’t wait for the next one!


  5. Rhonda says:

    Just found this series read all 7 books in a row loved it! When is # 8 9 and 10 coming out ? Thank you for the fun books you need to advertise i only found these books on a fluke everyone will love them


  6. rmsqnresve says:


    I don’t know of many soccer mom-housewives that are private consultants to the police and a mob organization. Seems that you walk on the wild side a bit more often than just your bike adventure with Ramos.

    Just a thought.


  7. Pam says:

    I’ve just spent about 75 minutes scrolling through Shelby’s blogs.I love them!!


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