“Dave bends closer to the tank and accelerates. The road contracts into a narrow line. It trembles and snakes in front of his eyes. His Ducati Dark Monster purrs like a panther, tamed and obedient now, but ready to turn wild at any moment. One jerky move or a bit of gravel under the tyre and it will pounce.
   White blobs of scattered golf resort buildings pop out of the trees like a flock of sheep. There is a tricky turn coming up just behind them. Dave thinks it would be cool to scrape his virgin knee sliders there so he can casually drop it into a conversation with Snow. He releases the throttle.
   The road circles the edge with nothing but the sea to the right. A heady trace of petrol mixes with the fresh salty air and it is the best smell in the world. Dave flies into the bend. He leans into it and his knee almost touches the ground. But he is going too fast. The corner suddenly grows very tight. The Monster wants to go straight. The front tyre crosses over the line into the other lane and begins to travel towards the outer edge. For a fraction of a second Dave’s body freezes up, just riding along with it. His first instinct is to hit the brakes, but something deep inside him knows that will force him upright and send him off the cliff.”

Dave had always dreamed of owning a racing motorcycle, and now he has one. All thanks to his cool new boss, Snow. She is a generous employer, has a gang of wicked friends and knows how to party. Who cares that her business dealings might be shady? It does not concern Dave. Or has he fallen in with a bad crowd? A chance meeting with an old friend may change everything.