The Boy on the Motorcycle

The Boy on the Motorcycle

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Jul 25, 2022
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Let's get in the fall mood with a little romance and a little spook... One fateful night Bekah is walking back to her dorm alone, which she absolutely knows she shouldn't be doing. When a man threatens Bekah, a stranger comes to her aid, saving her from the attacker. This stranger seems dangerous to Bekah, but he seems to really care for her safety. She finds herself drawn to him despite all the warning signs. This night will remain forever significant in Bekah's life. And the events that come after it... well let's just say those are pretty significant too. Copyright © Elayne H 2022 All Rights Reserved This work is the property of Elayne H and cannot be copied or duplicated without her permission
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