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Mannhof. The ultimate in precision German engineering. Individually hand-crafted motorcycles, each custom created for one woman, and one woman only. For the right woman. Even if she doesn't know it. Because the motorcycle of her dreams -- is also the man of her dreams.
Why would a normally sane woman pay a million dollars for a motorcycle? Hard-driving CEO Claire Wilcox has found the bike of her dreams -- a 1957 Mannhof four-cylinder touring motorcycle. It'll take all of Will's sensual skills to crack the hard shell she's built around herself to free the woman within.
Jake's mission is to save Lauren King from herself -- and a vicious rock star and his groupie compound called The Pit. But learning to love may cost them both their lives.
Motorcycle cop Charley Thomas keeps men at arm's length. Until her Mannhof, Nick, helps her regain her sensual side...
But can happiness be re-engineered into their futures?
This collection contains the previously released novellas One Owner, Lady Driven, Driven to the Limit, and Driven to Justice.
"Driven to the Limit (Box Set)" is now available at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, and iTunes!
Praise for Driven to the Limit (Box Set)
"...the author easily won me over with the unique storylines. From a heat standpoint, there is more than enough chemistry to build a solid fantasy of motorcycles turning into men."
-- 5 Stars from Rachel's Willful Thoughts, The Romance Studio
"Man and machine... what a great concept. But what if sleek motorcycle machine turned into man made for only one woman? Then you have Driven to the Limit by Alice Gaines.... I loved this collection and recommend it to anyone wanting a sexy set of stories with unconventional shifters. "
-- Tiger Lily, Whipped Cream Reviews
"These stories are sexy and entertaining, and they definitely held my interest as I read them. Strong women, hot motorcycles, and even hotter men? I don't think I can find a better combination than that."
--BD Whitney, Book Wenches
Praise for One Owner, Lady Driven
"One Owner, Lady Driven is a brilliant novella that is a must for anyone looking for something completely out of the ordinary. You'll surely be keeping this book, and rereading it again and again."
5 Stars! -- Elizabeth Marie, Just Erotic Romance Reviews
"The sex is hot, the creative talents of the author undeniable, and the story is a great read."
-- Romance Reviews Today
Praise for Driven to the Limit
"A surprisingly poignant story about what happens when people lose themselves and get involved with the wrong people....Alice Gaines has written a wonderful addition to her series about Klaus Mannhof and his creations and I can't wait to read more books in this series!"
4.5 Lips! -- Kerin, TwoLips Reviews
"I am not walking, but running to get the first one to read. I loved how different this story was from the usual. The author took a woman that was kind of broken and gave her a man that showed her that she was worth so much more than what she thought she was. It was very well written and I look forward to reading more by this author."
-- Nicole Harvey, ParaNormalRomance.org
Praise for Driven to Justice
"The plot is tense, the dialogue tight and the characters are heart winning. Ms. Gaines has again written a winning story that is creative and different."
5 Hearts! -- Valerie, Love Romances and More
"Driven to Justice
is a novel approach on the shapeshifter theme and is original, sexy and entertaining.... The characters are well-rounded and appealing, the plot is quick with lots of action and the romance is patient, steamy and sensual."
-- Sandi Potterton, Romance Junkies
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Driven to the Limit (Box Set)
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Copyright ©2017 Alice Gaines
After rehab, Lauren King went right back into The Pit.
Kid Dagger's ranch and recording compound had a huge main house, three guest cottages, a recording studio, tennis courts, a state-of-the-art gym, and an Olympic-sized swimming pool. But everyone who worked there called it The Pit. The nickname fit Dagger's personality, which on a good day bordered on psychotic. Bad days didn't bear thinking about.
Still, Lauren had called the place home for over ten years. Her job was here. Frankly, she had nowhere else to go.
As soon as she dropped her suitcase in her room, she went out to her only safe place -- the small garage behind the larger one where Dagger kept his collectible cars.
She flicked on the light and looked at the closest thing she had for a friend -- the antique German motorcycle. The Mannhof. "Hi, Jake."
The bike never answered, of course. Still, she felt a link to it. The Mannhof resisted all of Dagger's attempts to control it, something she'd never managed.
She walked to the bike and ran a hand over the leather seat. "What's a nice machine like you doing in a place like this?"
"You decided to come back."
Dagger's voice. She turned and found him standing the doorway. "Did I have any choice?"
"We all have choices." He dangled a baggie with a quarter of an inch of white powder in it. "Want some?"
She stared at him. Only Dagger would offer cocaine to someone just back from rehab. "I gave up poison for Lent."
Anger flashed in his small, brown eyes for a minute, and then he gave her one of his phony smiles. "Okay, then, how about a quick fuck?"
"Like I said. I gave up poison for Lent."
"Your loss." He crossed his arms over his bare chest and leaned against the doorframe. Without the elaborate stage make-up and the costume that gave him a huge crotch bulge, Dagger, whose real name was Craig, looked like everyone's little brother's creepy friend. The one who kept trying to set puppies' tails on fire. Somehow, millions of girls found him sexy. Lauren had once, but then she'd gotten to know him. She'd also seen him flipped out on various substances. Someday, he'd hurt someone -- badly.
He stared at her for a minute, as if expecting her to change her mind and jump his bones. Finally, he pushed away from the wall. "Get back to work. Media bookings went to hell while you were gone."
She sighed. "In a few minutes."
"You going to stay out here with that hunk of junk?"
"It's one of the finest motorcycles ever built. You paid half-a-mil for it."
"It doesn't run."
True, the Mannhof had refused to start ever since the auction house had delivered it. No mechanic had ever managed to fix it, either. Hopelessly broken, just like herself. No wonder they'd become friends.
"Junk." Dagger waved a hand at the bike. "Someday, I'm going to melt it down into a paperweight."
"Have I told you lately that you suck?"
"Yeah, fuck you too." He turned and left the garage.
She looked down at the bike, her friend, Jake. "Don't worry. As long as I'm around, no one's going to turn you into a paperweight."
She walked to the door, switched off the light, and turned to go into the house.
Why do you put up with him?
Huh? "Who said that?"
She flipped the switch again and looked around. The room was empty except for herself and the bike. Come to think of it, the words had formed in her brain rather than coming in through her ears.
I'm glad you're home, Schatzie. I missed you.
Her eyes widened as she stared at the Mannhof. "Did you say that?"
The air shifted around the bike, seeming to turn liquid. Currents shimmered around the tires, the gas tank, the handlebars. She rubbed her eyes, but the image didn't get any clearer.
Holy shit. Was this some kind of withdrawal-induced hallucination? She hadn't even done that in rehab. Rough nights, yes. Air you could swim through, no.
She backed up until her rump hit the wall and stood there on weakening knees. In the middle of the room, a light radiated from the Mannhof, making the bike's image even harder to see. She squinted, staring into the waves of light and air around Jake. Something was happening in there. Some kind of changes taking place. The tires seemed to melt and change color from rubber to a pale tone that looked for all the world like human flesh.
Oh, no. Too weird. Too fucking weird. Some kind of Invasion of the Body Snatchers in reverse. After all she'd gone through, her mind had snapped. The counselors should have warned her.
Now useless, her legs gave way, and she slid down the wall until she sat on her butt, hugging herself.
The changes in the middle of the room continued. The form shrunk, curling into a ball of what looked like human flesh. A person. A man, lying on the floor in a fetal position without a stitch of clothing on his body. The glow disappeared, and the air went clear again, leaving only the man -- powerful legs pulled up against his body with the ankles crossed. An adult-sized human baby.
A voice whimpered in fear. Her own voice. Her heart hammered in her chest, and her throat constricted. If she could get any strength in her legs, she could get up and run like hell. Still, as spooky as the whole experience was, it was pretty cool in a Hollywood, special effects way.
The person moved finally, sitting up. Buck naked, the man had pale skin and platinum hair that hung around his face to the jaw line. His eyes opened, revealing irises so crystal blue they almost seemed transparent. He smiled, his face taking on an innocent look of delight, like a baby who'd just learned to smile. He took a deep breath, or rather, the air around him went into his chest in a whoosh. Then, he opened his mouth and a sound came out -- the deep roar of a motorcycle engine revving.
The sound plastered her against the wall, stealing her own breath. She sat there paralyzed for a moment, staring at him. He made no move toward her but gave her the most beautiful smile she'd ever seen on a man's face.
Holy shit, she whispered. "Who are you?"