What is it about bad boys that make them so darn appealing? I was every mama’s dream, a good girl who dated nice boys and obeyed all the rules until that fateful day when he rolled into the drive-in where I worked as a car hop, prowling through on his growling motorcycle with his too long hair, too tight jeans and that “come to me” sexy smile. Danger surrounded him and beautiful girls clung to him and then he flipped up his visor and looked deep into my soul with those gorgeous green eyes. The attraction was immediate and explosive and, just like that, he had me – my first bad boy. Several years later, when I married a reformed bad boy he was honestly baffled by the women he…









