Bad Boy, Ryder
Davenport comes into Dina Fowlers life in the middle of her own personal hell.
Still coming to terms with the death of her parents, she pushes everyone away.
When she trusts the wrong man, putting her in a bad relationship she felt she
couldn’t escape, Ryder comes along. Enjoying his play boy ways, fast cars,
motorcycles and a new woman in his bed nightly, Ryder had no thoughts of
settling down. That is, until he sees the damage a man can do when he meets a
very broken Dina. He changes in hopes of one day being enough for her.
But, can she ever feel safe with a man again? Ryder has restored hundreds of
classic cars can he restore Dina’s heart?
#1 Chapter 2
What is this girls name
again?Ah hell, she wants to feel
special and I can’t even manage to remember her name.Lauren, Lori, Laura, something like that, I
think.Brayden will find this
entertaining once we arrive at the restaurant.I text him to see if we can stop by for introductions, he said sure
thin.I am off to let some chick meet my
roommate and best friend.The things I
do to get a new piece of ass.
Girls are raised with a
misconception of prince charming coming to take away all of their problems.Thing is, prince charming doesn’t exist in
real life, that is why they are in fairy tales.Like Cinderella’s step sisters trying to make the shoe fit, women can’t
form men into a certain fit, the way they want.When it’s right, the slipper will slide right on.Always remember it’s made of glass so it must
be handled with care.That is the
reality of love right there, when its right you still have to be gentle and
take care of it in all of its fragile states.
Add to that the balance of
Daddy/daughter relationships and men don’t stand a chance.You will either find the Daddy’s girl who’s
first love is her Dad.These girls are
confident.They are in no rush to accept
anything less than real emotion, real love because their Dad gave them that
security.The flip side to that are the
ones with Daddy issues.The woman whose
dead beat Dad walked away without teaching them real love; only abandonment.These girls are usually easy and are just
looking for a connection in any way they can feel it.Even if it’s just a fleeting moment, a rush,
they want to feel love.After a few
heartbreaks, they become real man haters.
Either way, from childhood, most
little girl’s dream of the day they find their forever in a man.This makes it easy for them to fall for the
many lines a hormone driven dude, such as myself, will give them.They strive so much for that connection, that
security, they will believe just about anything you say.What they know to be a lie, they convince
themselves that they can change in you.Overcome the bad boy, change the player into a one woman man, surely
they can love you enough to change you.Love conquers all, after all, that’s what they are told from the time
they are hosting pretend tea parties.
I am young still, not ready to be tied down or
deal with the delicate nature of love and a serious relationship.I do believe in love, commitment, and
forever.I just know that now is not the
time in my life for such seriousness.Until that day comes I want to taste the variety of women that exist in
I have spent a week texting this
chick, making her feel special.It’s not
enough though and she says she wants to meet my friends.Really feel like she knows me.I love a challenge so fine you can meet my
We walk into the restaurant where
Brayden is having dinner with Maggie, his girlfriend, and Dina her
roommate.As soon as we enter I feel a
charge in the room.I see her sitting
with them and I am immediately consumed.She is a magnet drawing me over to her.Never have I felt an instant pull to someone, like this.
Dina is a downhome, gorgeous
girl.Her makeup is subtle, with natural
looking hair, perhaps just some high lights she just carries a casual
comfortable look.To be honest, I would
find her sexy in a paper bag.She has on
a black shirt that dips down just enough to hint at her cleavage.She has curves, gorgeous curves in all the
right places.She is by no means a big
girl, she is skinny, but with boobs and ass that are definitely enough for a
man to enjoy.Her flat stomach is
calling out for me to run my hand up it to cup her very full breasts or down to
her hips to slide around and scoop her luscious ass.When she looks at me, I feel like she is
looking directly into my soul.The world
seems to stop around us as I am pulled into Dina and everything that is her.
After we get beyond the hello’s
some prick is manhandling my Dina out of her seat.Whoa!My Dina, where did that come from?I don’t know why, but my adrenaline and instinct are now in overdrive.I am burning with fire coursing through my
Before any of us could react,
they were gone.Maggie is crying as
Brayden is trying to quickly settle their check.The blonde with me is grabbing at my arm.I shake her off, leaving her there as I climb
in Braydens car behind Maggie.
When we arrive at the apartment,
Brayden escorts Maggie inside.I stay
out front searching for the prick so I can shove him around a bit.Adrenaline, anger, disgust, rage, and an
emotion I can’t manage to describe, all well up inside me.
Brayden comes out almost
immediately.The look on his face is
horror and pure hatred.My boy is a
firecracker with a lit fuse about to blow.The look on his face, his demeanor, it all sends me into overdrive.
Through gritted teeth, Brayden
says, “His name is Michael and he’s roughed her up in the face.Maggie swears this is the first time.I don’t give a shit.He needs to be taught a lesson.”
#2 Chapter 5
It’s another night with very
little sleep, with too many hot dreams about a certain man. I decide to head to
the gym early.I arrive around 5am and
immediately hit the tread climber. I put my earphones in and my iPod on
loud.Time to get lost in a good workout.
The gym is jam packed this
morning, which normally feeds my insecurities, but not today. I am just
consumed in my workout. An hour later, I am feeling motivated and sweaty.
My phone starts ringing, and I
see its Maggie calling.She needs a ride
to work this morning.That’s my cue; my
workout is over. I step off the tread climber wiping my face with my towel. I
turn around and directly hit a very hard, sweaty chest.
As I look before me, I see the
waistband of black baggy basketball gym shorts, hanging low on his hips;
showing a bit of that trail of dark hair that leads to pleasures of all kinds.
I see this set of rock hard abs, which should be illegal to be on display.Before I have time to take in all the tattoos
along his ribs, arms, pecks, and shoulders, I hear the all too familiar voice
"Well, good morning
Sunshine!Tsk! Tsk!Even at the gym you are gorgeous and brighten
He starts to walk away, but instinctively I
reach out and grab his completely toned arm. This man spends some serious time
at the gym perfecting his body.
"Ryder, I just want to say thank you for
checking on me Sunday night. I hope I didn't ruin your evening with the red
head, by boring you with my drunken ramblings."
He laughs, "No need to thank
me, and nothing about you ever bores me. I enjoy your company, even the drunken
ramblings. And, Valerie, the red head, is just a friend who needed a ride
We both stand there silently for
what seems like forever, when I finally stammer, "Well I appreciated the
company.So, to say thank you, how about
Before I can stutter my way back
out of the invitation, he leans over, kisses my forehead and says, "Great
I will pick you up at 7pm tonight, wear jeans and boots."
And with that he walks off, leaving
me breathless; while my inner diva is doing her happy dance.
I shower and change, ready to
start my Friday. I arrive at the office, only to realize I totally forgot to
pick up Mags.
She gets in the car laughing at
me, "Ok Dina, what gives? You are never this distracted."
Grinning from ear to ear I give
her the play by play of my morning.
She squeals in delight as she
adds, "In that case, can I borrow your car for the Delany dinner party
tonight since you won't be attending with me?"
Oh my!I totally forgot about work, "Do you need me there? I wasn't
thinking, I can cancel my plans with Ryder."
She nudges me as she protests,
“Hell no!Girl, you will go
tonight.I have work all covered, I just
need a car.Brayden needs mine.”
I don't question why, even though
I was curious as to why Brayden isn't driving his 1970 Dodge Charger. The day
passes quickly and before I know it, Mags is pushing me out the office door and
dropping me at home.
I dress in jeans, a charcoal gray
V-neck shirt, and my favorite, no heel black knee high boots.Just as I’m putting on a pair of plain
diamond studded earrings, a gift from my father, I hear the distinct rumble of
a Harley Davidson motorcycle approaching.
I smile at recognizing the engine
sound. A few moments later, my doorbell rings, I open it to face Ryder in a
pair of jeans, a snug navy blue t-shirt, and black boots.
He smiles a half smile, kisses my
forehead as he says, "You look amazing."
All I manage to stutter is,
"You have a Harley Davidson Night Train? Wow."
He looks at the bike, then
replies, "If you don't want to ride, we can take your car. Mags said you
used to drive a sportster.So I, ummm,
thought.....well anyway we can take your car."
Without thinking, I grab him off my porch and
into my living room, where I leave him as I dart through the kitchen, and into
my garage. I come back to him, helmet in hand, and smiling my biggest smile.
He's standing there as I braid my
hair, "Ryder, I haven't been on a bike since the last time I drove mine on
a poker run with my dad and his friends. I would love to ride with you.Let’s go!" He grabs my helmet and helps
me lock up.
Excerpt #3 Chapter 8
By the next day, Maggie seems
much better. After work I am relaxing in a bubble bath with my Jacuzzi tub jets
running when my phone rings. It is Ryder.
"Hey, misterman." I
"Hello, beautiful!It’s good to hear your voice after phone tag
yesterday. What are you doing this evening?"
Well, we are on the phone and I
am feeling brave so I answer in almost a whisper, "I am in the bath tub,
covered in nothing but bubbles, relaxing, thinking of how I wish it were you
covering me instead."
He is quiet for a moment. I think I hear a low
growl from him.
With his voice deeper than I have
ever heard before, "Damn, Dina you are killing me over here. Oh how I wish
I was there. I would be happy to wash your back for you."
I smile and add, "Just my back, huh, what
about my front?"
I hear him groan, "Oh baby,
you don't want to start something, you can't finish."
I stay quiet for just a brief
moment, "Ryder, I will be glad to start and finish anything with you,
anytime, anywhere. The question is am I what you really want?"
There I said it, now am I really ready for an
He then shocks me to my core with
his admission, "Dina, it’s been you and only you I have wanted since the
first night I met you at the restaurant. Since the night we found you at the
bottom of the stairs, when I beat the shit out of that bastard, I haven't been
with anyone. I have been waiting for you to get over that situation and feel
comfortable and safe again."
He pauses and sighs, but continues,
"Dina, you are one of a kind special. I am far from a perfect man, I am
not even a good man, but for you and because of you I want to be. I have
treated women wrong in the past; I have used them, lead them on, and dumped
them in some harsh ways. I have never laid a hand on a woman, but I have left
some completely and unintentionally broken, and for that I am sorry.I don't want to lead you on or treat you
wrong. I want to be your safe place, Dina. I never want to see you sad, or
hurt. I want to hold you close and call you mine in all ways for always. Baby,
I have messed up big time in my past and I am paying for it even now. I don't
deserve someone as strong and beautiful as you. I have tried to stay away from
you, but you just draw me in. When you look at me, I feel like you can see the
potential and goodness inside me. One kiss from you, is enough to make me weak
in the knees. Dina, I want to see what we can make of the electricity between
He sighs, “I wish I was there, I
didn't want to do this by phone."
I take a moment because I don't
know what to say. Finally, I stammer through, "Ryder, you mean so much to
me. You saved me when I was at my lowest. I want to see what we can make of us.
I won't lie, I am scared, but I trust you with my insecurities. I trust you
with every part of me. My body craves your touch, Ryder; my mind craves your
conversation, and my heart craves your safety. I trust you, Ryder, to help
I hear a voice in the background,
then Ryder says, "Oh baby you have just made the whole situation here so
much better. I would love nothing more than to tell you exactly how I would
wash every inch of your body, but I have to go, I am needed. I will call you
tomorrow. I will see you as soon as I can get back home and we will make this
work, Goodnight, my sunshine." Before I can respond, he is gone.
About the Author
Camaron was born and raised in Coastal North Carolina. She currently resides in
Southern Louisiana with her husband and two children but her heart is always
Carolina day dreaming. Chelsea always wanted to be a writer, but like most of
us, let fear of the unknown grab a hold of her dream; she realized that if she was
going to tell her daughter to go for her dreams, that it was time to follow her
own advice. Chelsea grew up turning wrenches alongside her father, and from
that grew her love for old muscle cars and Harley Davidson motorcycles, which
just so happened to inspired her ‘Daddy’s Girls’ series. Her love for reading
has sparked a new love for writing and she currently has a few more projects in
the works. When she is not spending her days writing you can find her playing
with her kids, attending car shows, going on motorcycle rides on the back of
her husband’s Harley, snuggling down with her new favorite book or watching any
movie that Vin Diesel might happen to be in. She hates being serious and is
still a big kid at heart. She is a small town country girl enjoying life and,
Chelsea hopes that her readers remember not to take life too seriously and to
embrace your inner five year old, because five year olds know how to enjoy the
simple things in life and how to always have fun.