Excerpt From Nobody Rides for Free

When your queen just won’t let you mate with your soulmate, what’s a faery to do? You’ll find out in my new novella Nobody Rides for Free from Changeling Press this Friday! Here’s a hint: it’ll take three bikers to satisfy just one fae.

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“Come on,” said the blond cowboy, smiling at her charmingly. “You can’t stay out here alone. It’s dangerous! Coyotes and bears and stuff.”
She didn’t tell the idiot that such animals would never come within a mile of her out of fear. They faced the direction she was going — and besides, she could make them go any way she wanted if they chose to divert from her path. She simply simpered, “Well, all right, gentlemen.”
She walked over to them, wondering which one she should straddle first.
Where had that come from?
Green Eyes spoke up for the first time, and his voice — though still notably human — slid over her like a dark whisper across stone. “Nobody rides for free.”
“What was that?” Sinn asked, perplexed. Surely they didn’t expect tribute from her as the queen did? Humans didn’t even know of such things.
“You heard him, darlin’,” said Cowboy, his accent more annoying now. “Ass, gas, or grass — nobody rides for free.”
“I see,” she replied. She should just go ahead and kill them. But then she’d have to drag all three bikes herself, which, though not impossible, wouldn’t be easy with the queen’s insistence of non-flight transportation. “Of course. I can buy your gas at the next station.”
Green Eyes snorted, as if he felt her no longer worth transporting. The other two seemed like they were still game.
“Okay, little lady, hop on,” said Cowboy, and he presented her with a clunky old helmet.
She almost laughed at the thought of falling off the motorcycle and hurting herself. She’d flutter to the ground and watch them die without much interest, then lug them all to the shrine with her.

Instead, she maintained her human cover, adjusting the helmet over her long black curls, and got behind Cowboy.
As soon as he revved his engine up, she felt desire stirring again. Her breasts, pressed against the back of his leather jacket — something that might normally make her gag — began to tingle, and she could feel the rough texture against her nipples through her silken shift.
What trickery was this? No human had ever made her feel so — so lustful! Only Daka could do that.
Daka… Just thinking about him made her even more aroused. The vibration of the bike between her legs made her imagine being beneath him. His slick green skin would bob over hers, his spiraled tattoos rendering her dizzy as he dipped himself into her body over and over again…
Oh, Daka! She could feel her release building and Cowboy must have sensed it because he laughed a little and grabbed her knee. “We’ll get some ass out of you yet, princess,” he drawled.
Though she knew he assumed she couldn’t hear him over the roar of the engine, her Faery ears made out his words perfectly. Indeed, Cowboy? We shall see about that.
But as they traveled into the night, she began to think about his words. They wanted ass from her, did they? She, too, wanted some relief, after all. They were not of the Fae. They wouldn’t break her contract.
What of Daka, though? What would he think? He considered humans nothing more than toys as well, and her playing with them would likely not upset him. Especially if she managed to help him play with a human or two of his own later.
She felt a real smile return to her face. She was going to play with some humans tonight.

Author: sarajschmidt

I shake you warmly by the hand, and welcome you to my bio! Currently a writer, artist, and freelance explorer, I have played many other roles. I've managed a restaurant, debated across the country, taught children in Spain, run a handful of student organizations and retreats, served as the Editor/Producer/Citizen Journalist Manager for a, sung in choir for many years, volunteered with dozens of organizations and interned with a few, home-schooled a relative, cared for many a pet, and protested a thing or two. I am also married to my dreamy gearhead high school sweetheart, and together we are unschooling with our 10-year-old tenacious and hilarious daughter. Aside from my main passions of writing, art, reading, and generally being as ambitious as possible, I love to play with my daughter, learn new things, have date nights with The Husband, and highlight anything within my reach. Drop me a line at sarajschmidt@gmail.com.

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