Good girl college junior Nicole is bored. Bored of her boyfriend, bored of frat parties, bored of college life and bored of studying. When a chance to party with biker gang, the Sons of Mayhem, comes up she jumps at it. Nicole is thrilled to meet the charming but dangerous Vice President of the club, Jase. But when she realizes that the biker lifestyle is rougher than a good college girl like her could ever have imagined she begins to question what she’s getting herself into.
Feel the thrill of the ride with Nicole and the Sons of Mayhem.
Over 30,000 paid sales on Amazon, and several thousand more on Barnes and Noble, Apple etc.
It was initially published as a serial, and parts 3 and 4 reached the low hundreds in Amazon rankings for the 2 weeks after release. The rankings peaked at around 250 paid in the Kindle US store.
The second novel in the series will be released in April, so I expect sales of the first book to rise again soon. It is currently ranked from 7,000 - 10,000 in Amazon US.
I was awoken by the sound of helicopters, sirens and shouts outside my dorm room window. With fists rubbing my bleary eyes and adrenaline pumping through my veins I hopped out of bed and went over to the window to see what was causing the mayhem.
Peering down to the road outside I saw there weren’t actually any helicopters after all. But there were about a dozen deafening motorcycles and two campus police cars. I could see the cops yelling incoherently, but they were like mime artists completely drowned out by the roars of the massive motorcycles. The bikers appeared to be laughing at the wild gesticulations of the campus police.
I watched on in bemusement as a girl in a tiny pair of shorts hopped off the back of a motorcycle. She pressed her face up against the face of the bearded rider, who nonchalantly slipped a hand under her shirt and appeared to give one of her breasts a squeeze.
The blond haired girl placed a hand on his crotch, returning the squeeze, before heading towards the dorm. As she turned my way I sucked in air in a gasp and then chuckled. It was Lucy. My roommate. My wild you’ll-never-guess-what-she-got-up-to-last-night roommate.
The lead biker stuck a gloved fist in the air and then made a circling motion with an extended finger. A moment later the bikes roared away from the building leaving the two campus rent-a-cops spluttering in impotent rage.
I pulled on my favorite gray sweat pants and sat on our small sofa while I waited for Lucy to make her way up to the second floor.
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Portuguese
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Already translated.
Translated by Jerusa Andrea Cornejo Chamorro Marreti
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