LazLo's Dream Machines Motorcycle Romance Collection by Tracey Cramer-Kelly
Working at LazLo’s custom motorcycle shop is more than just a job…
Welcome to LazLo’s Dream Machines, where the motorcycles are hot—and the men are even hotter! Some are just looking for a little romance, some are hiding deep, dark secrets. Come along for the ride...
The biker club Kerry “Mercury” Dawson joined as a teen may have lived life on the dangerous side, but they were the first “family” Kerry ever had. Even with his new job at LazLo’s Dream Machines, the club is still a big part of his life—until the day he crashes a motorcycle he wasn’t supposed to be riding, and wakes up in Lucy’s emergency room.
What Happens in Sturgis
The fact that Vince avoids kissing has never stopped him from getting what he wants from women. But now he’s shared a little too much with his new co-worker, Tori—and she’s made it her personal mission to change his opinion. Falling for each other is NOT in the plan. After all, what happens in Sturgis, stays in Sturgis. Or does it?
Vaughn’s not thrilled when his boss asks him to work on a motocross bike. But what the bike’s owner, Gabby, lacks in height, she makes up for with her fierce competitive spirit—and mind-blowing kisses. Not everyone wants to see her succeed on the track, though, and Vaughn’s repair skills keep falling short. Is Gabby just not cut out for the big time, or is someone determined to get her off the race track permanently?
Shop owner Lazarus "Laz" Lowenstein keeps his past carefully concealed, and for good reason. When a friend calls in a favor, he finds himself perilously close to the life he left behind—and to fledgling reporter, Nora Carlton. Helping Nora research a story is one thing; exploring his desire for the sheltered single mom is a definite no-no. Can Nora restore his faith in people… and love?
*** PLUS Bonus Excerpts from MC Romance DIRECTING ZAC and TEACHING TREY! ***
"A little gem that packs quite a wallop!" - Meg
"I was swept away by this redemptive story full of chemistry and mystery!" - Kathy
Vince was starting to wonder how long it took a woman to pee in the forest when Tori reappeared, silhouetted by the faint light low in the sky.
She moved cat-like toward him, and he dropped his foot to the ground to stabilize the bike. Instead of mounting behind him as he’d anticipated, she placed both hands on his shoulders and swung a leg over the tank, straddling it so that she was facing him.
Without thought, his arms came up to brace her backside. Her hands moved to grasp the collar of his leather jacket.
She pulled him into her, bringing his mouth to hers in a simple brushing kiss.
“Another session?” he murmured.
“No,” she said. “This is for the sheer pleasure of it.”
This kiss wasn’t like the others. It was more… authentic. There was something behind it that hinted at a much deeper passion than she’d let on thus far.
“Whose pleasure?” he managed, a bit unnerved by the sensations slithering up his spine.
“You tell me,” she said.
Before he could answer she captured his mouth again. Holy shit, this is hot!
He shut everything else out. He became aware of Tori’s breathing, the way her back arched toward him…
His hands pushed aside her leather jacket, then wrapped around her waist, feeling the muscles taut across her stomach. It was breaking the rules, he knew, but he couldn’t help it. He caressed her waist and her sides, resisting the urge to slip higher, to the soft swell of the underside of her breasts.
“I love the way the Harley feels,” she murmured against his mouth. “Don’t you?”
Instead of answering her, he brought his hands up into her hair, pulling her deeper into the kiss. He experimented, running his tongue along her lip and teeth the way she had done to him. He could feel her gently prodding, persuading him to open his mouth to her.
The sensations along his spine started to collect low in his belly. Uh-oh. Was he going to ruin this by getting too excited?
Many experiences influence Tracey's writing, and she has been known to undertake unusual endeavors (such as firefighter training and learning to fly a helicopter) just for the sake of the experience. Being an Army-trained combat medic and a "biker chick" for over 30 years has had significant influence in her books, but even “ordinary” events have struck a chord or inspired a character or plot idea.
In 2018 Tracey returned to school to recertify as an EMT (Emergency Medical Technician) and currently works at various sporting and music events when she's not processing orders for the family business (Leader Motorcycle) or working at a substance abuse counseling center.
Tracey lives in small-town Minnesota with her husband, two kids, and two cats. They are a true “soccer family” (she even worked as a referee for two years). She enjoys downhill skiing and spending time at the family lake place. She has also owned and operated an MC business, Leader Motorcycle, for 17 years http://www.leadermotorcycle.com/
What I Learned About Life by Crashing My Motorcycle
I wasn’t going to write about my motorcycle crash. After all, us bikers don’t like to think about that kind of thing too much.
But I’ve come to realize that writing about something is part of the way I process it and – surprise! – I have something to say, both to bikers and to, well, folks in general.
I was in a left-hand curve when I hit some gravel with my back tire. It pulled the bike toward the outside of the curve. I’m convinced I still could have recovered (it’s impossible to ride much without encountering gravel) except for the fact that there were some cracks in the asphalt there. Long story short, I crashed into a guardrail.
The bike was totaled. I walked away with road rash, bruising, whiplash and what turned out to be a broken finger on my right hand. (To this day the kids and I believe I’d borrowed their guardian angel!) I’ll always hold a fondness for my Yamaha Raider, which took the brunt of the impact instead of my body.
But here’s the million-dollar question, the one that bikers and non-bikers alike asked at the time (although non-bikers far more): would I ride again?
The answer was an unequivocal hell yes!
Some of my best memories are related to motorcycling, and I’ve met some of the neatest people doing it. By that fall, I’d gotten a Honda Shadow 1100, and I more recently I switched to a Can-Am Spyder (until I have the money for what I really want: a trike).
But here’s the thing I most want to say:
Anything worth having or doing in life carries a risk. It may be a physical risk, like motorcycling (or skiing or jumping out of planes). Or it may be a mental or emotional risk, like taking a chance on a relationship. Without risk you won’t have much of a life. Not the kind of life I want to lead, for sure.
When I die (hopefully not from crashing my motorcycle again!), here’s what I would hope to hear at my funeral: Man, she really lived life to max, didn’t she? She died doing something she loves. She didn’t let fear stop her from experiencing everything life has to offer.
Now do what I would do, and get out there and live large!
Here’s me flashing the Victory sign during my first ride after the crash
(doubly weird because I was/am not used to being a passenger)!
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