Everyone is chasing their own dreams, but Johnny isn't sure he even has one.
Apex Racing is expanding and absorbing Pilot and his lovers. Everyone is happy with it…except Johnny. He's feeling constantly left out and more alone than ever before. It's time to seek out his own win, and find his holeshot even if its off the track and away from Pilot.
Gavin is determined to put together the hottest Supercross team, and he wants that to include Bryce Nickels, but that seems almost impossible since he signed with Apex. Perhaps, he needs a new angle, like the sexy business partner of the bodyguard, Johnny Killebrew. Maybe he'll sign on more than he bargained for.
I'm going to start by saying this was the first book of Lynn Michaels' Holeshot series that I read. Was it smart to start with #3? Probably not but it is what I did so I had to deal with it😉😉. I can't say I was lost at all or that I didn't enjoy Johnny and Gavin's journey but there were times I felt like something was missing and I know that is down to me for not starting at the beginning. This is the main reason I only gave this 4 bookmarks. Unfortunately, time is not on my side and I probably won't get to go back and read Holeshot from the beginning until 2020 and when I do I'm sure I'll re-read Bike Business at that time and I suspect knowing the series will increase my rating of this entry. I should also mention that I am not a follower of motorcross or any kind of motorcycle or bike sports but the author had a way that makes those of us who are not into the sport understand everything from the sport itself to the pull the characters feel towards their passion.
As for Johnny, well there were times that his demeanor towards Gavin seemed a bit abrasive but I think that had more to do with his heart leaning toward someone else(another point that I think I might have fully appreciated more knowing the earlier entries), I can't say it made me dislike him but I certainly wanted to smack him upside the head a couple of times😉. As for Gavin, well he is interesting and quite frankly a perfect fit for Johnny. I was cheering for the pair all the way.
Lynn Michaels has created another wonderful read that will delight fans of motorcross as well as those of us who don't follow the sport. The characters draw you in and despite some of Johnny's early attitude you can't help but love them. Bike Business is a journey of romance, friendship, love, drama, heat(oh the heat), and finding that something and someone that makes everything come together. As I started with, I wasn't lost by starting with book 3 but I did feel as if a part of Johnny's journey was missing but again that was down to me not starting from the beginning and not the author's writing. I look forward to starting from the beginning, re-reading this entry, and any future installments. Definitely a winner for fans of intriguing characters, interesting settings, and wonderfully blended drama and romance.
Bike Business #4
Gavin walked around the pit area like a damned king. He was probably getting more out of the cock cage than Johnny, but it didn’t matter. He’d snapped the thing shut that morning before they had left the hotel and made their way to the stadium. Johnny had wiggled around a lot and kept trying to look at his crotch as if he could see it through his clothes. Eventually, he’d gotten used to it and relaxed some.
Even better, Johnny hung out with him at the BikeMax pit instead of going down to Apex. That shouldn’t have thrilled him anywhere as much as it actually did. He threw his arms around Johnny and kissed the side of his face. “I’m glad you’re here.”
“You’re glad I’m wearing this medieval torture device.” “Mm-hmm…that I am.”
Johnny shifted his hips back and forth in a sign of his discomfort, but it rubbed that pert ass against Gavin’s groin at the same time—exquisitely teasing.
“Yo, boss!” Craige Lee came out of the trailer parked behind the pit area, where he’d been eating and getting ready for the race. His qualifying run was due up in half an hour. He had his boots, pants, and his chest plate already on, but he carried his jersey in his hands, trying to fight the heat and stay cool.
“Hey! You ready?” Gavin slid to the side of Johnny, keeping his arm draped over his shoulder. He needed to touch him, to prove his presence there was real.
Craige bobbed his head, agreeing. “I’m ready. I’m hungry.”
Johnny snorted. “Didn’t you just eat?”
“Ha-ha, funny. I mean, hungry for the podium. I want to win.”
“Save it for the Main Event. Get through qualifying and grab a transfer spot in your heat. Then you can worry about the podium.”
“I’ll take a heat win.” He pulled his jersey over his head.
“I’m sure you would, but don’t kill yourself or your bike trying. That track is tricky.”
“No lie. It’s the sand. I got through it on the practice run. I think I might even dig the sand. You can power through it, doing a wheelie half the time.”
Johnny’s eyes grew wide. “Isn’t that dangerous?”
Craige laughed. “Not the most dangerous thing on the track, dude.”
“Go then.” Gavin waved at him. He was the center focus today. They still hadn’t picked up a 250 East racer, so the mechanics fussed over the big 450 bike. The head mechanic, Joe Fischer, got on the back of the bike, riding behind Craige as they made their way through the pit area and up to the back of the stadium. The bikes would be entering and exiting the track through the tunnels below the stadium. It made for an easy in and out. Gavin liked their setup and hoped they’d be back here again next season. They hadn’t raced in Tampa in a few years. The hot and humid weather in Central Florida made them sweaty and sticky. “You want to go watch his qualifying match or—”
“Or go back to the hotel?” Gavin hugged him tighter. “No, stay here with me.”
“I am. Ugh. Don’t squeeze so hard.”
Gavin let up on the hold and then kissed the side of his head again.
Gavin walked around the pit area like a damned king. He was probably getting more out of the cock cage than Johnny, but it didn’t matter. He’d snapped the thing shut that morning before they had left the hotel and made their way to the stadium. Johnny had wiggled around a lot and kept trying to look at his crotch as if he could see it through his clothes. Eventually, he’d gotten used to it and relaxed some.
Even better, Johnny hung out with him at the BikeMax pit instead of going down to Apex. That shouldn’t have thrilled him anywhere as much as it actually did. He threw his arms around Johnny and kissed the side of his face. “I’m glad you’re here.”
“You’re glad I’m wearing this medieval torture device.” “Mm-hmm…that I am.”
Johnny shifted his hips back and forth in a sign of his discomfort, but it rubbed that pert ass against Gavin’s groin at the same time—exquisitely teasing.
“Yo, boss!” Craige Lee came out of the trailer parked behind the pit area, where he’d been eating and getting ready for the race. His qualifying run was due up in half an hour. He had his boots, pants, and his chest plate already on, but he carried his jersey in his hands, trying to fight the heat and stay cool.
“Hey! You ready?” Gavin slid to the side of Johnny, keeping his arm draped over his shoulder. He needed to touch him, to prove his presence there was real.
Craige bobbed his head, agreeing. “I’m ready. I’m hungry.”
Johnny snorted. “Didn’t you just eat?”
“Ha-ha, funny. I mean, hungry for the podium. I want to win.”
“Save it for the Main Event. Get through qualifying and grab a transfer spot in your heat. Then you can worry about the podium.”
“I’ll take a heat win.” He pulled his jersey over his head.
“I’m sure you would, but don’t kill yourself or your bike trying. That track is tricky.”
“No lie. It’s the sand. I got through it on the practice run. I think I might even dig the sand. You can power through it, doing a wheelie half the time.”
Johnny’s eyes grew wide. “Isn’t that dangerous?”
Craige laughed. “Not the most dangerous thing on the track, dude.”
“Go then.” Gavin waved at him. He was the center focus today. They still hadn’t picked up a 250 East racer, so the mechanics fussed over the big 450 bike. The head mechanic, Joe Fischer, got on the back of the bike, riding behind Craige as they made their way through the pit area and up to the back of the stadium. The bikes would be entering and exiting the track through the tunnels below the stadium. It made for an easy in and out. Gavin liked their setup and hoped they’d be back here again next season. They hadn’t raced in Tampa in a few years. The hot and humid weather in Central Florida made them sweaty and sticky. “You want to go watch his qualifying match or—”
“Or go back to the hotel?” Gavin hugged him tighter. “No, stay here with me.”
“I am. Ugh. Don’t squeeze so hard.”
Gavin let up on the hold and then kissed the side of his head again.
Author Bio:Lynn Michaels lives and writes in Tampa, Florida where the sun is hot and the Sangria is cold. Lynn is the newest addition to Rubicon Fiction, and she loves reading and writing about hot men in love. She writes paranormal and contemporary MM Romance.
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