God on a Harley

GOD ON A HARLEY "How had I become so unhappy with myself and the way my life had turned out?" At thirty-seven, Christine Moore had a world-class case of burnout: a frustrating career, a few dead-end romances, no husband, no children, and a less-than-perfect figure. Little did she know that her life was about to change completely... "Come out of the shadows, Christine. You've spent far too much time hiding in shadows..." The man was gorgeous - long sable hair, faded T-shirt, black motorcycle jacket - astride a 1340cc Harley Davidson mysteriously parked on a moonlit strip of sand near Christine's home. The expression in his velvet - brown eyes was compelling; his demeanor was calm, tender, and irresistible. "I'm going to show you a peace so beautiful, you'll probably forget all about what your life has been like up until now." Who was this guy? "My friends call me Joe. Others call me 'God' or 'Higher Power.' You can call me whatever you're most comfortable with." Right. But, as the gentle stranger continued to speak, Christine was inexplicably drawn to him. He knew everything about her, every one of her heart's desires." We have a lot of work to do, but it won't feel like work. It will feel quite wonderful." His voice was mesmerizing and, as a new serenity settled over her, she surrendered to his words.