Ride Rough by Laura Kaye
About Ride Hard (Raven Riders #1)
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Brotherhood. Club.
Family.
They live and ride by
their own rules.
These are the Raven
Riders…
Raven Riders Motorcycle Club President Dare
Kenyon rides hard and values loyalty above all else. He’ll do anything to
protect the brotherhood of bikers—the only family he’s got—as well as those who
can’t defend themselves. So when mistrustful Haven Randall lands on the club’s
doorstep scared that she’s being hunted, Dare takes her in, swears to keep her
safe, and pushes to learn the secrets overshadowing her pretty smile.
Haven fled from years of abuse at the hands of
her criminal father and is suspicious of any man’s promises, including those of
the darkly sexy and overwhelmingly intense Ravens’ leader. But as the powerful
attraction between them flares to life, Dare pushes her boundaries and tempts
her to want things she never thought she could.
The past never dies without a fight, but Dare
Kenyon’s never backed down before…
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About Ride Rough (Raven Riders #2, 4/25/17)
Maverick Rylan won’t apologize
for who he is—the Raven Riders Motorcycle Club Vice-President, a sought-after
custom bike builder, and a man dedicated to protecting those he loves. So when
he learns that the only woman who has ever held his heart is in trouble, he’ll
move heaven and earth to save her.
Alexa Harmon thought
she had it all—the security of a good job, a beautiful home, and a powerful,
charming fiancé who offered the life she never had growing up. But when her
dream quickly turns into a nightmare, Alexa realizes she’s fallen for a façade
she can’t escape—until sexy, dangerous Maverick offers her a way out.
Forced together to
keep Alexa safe, their powerful attraction reignites and Maverick determines to
do whatever it takes to earn a second chance—one Alexa is tempted to give. But
her ex-fiancé isn’t going to let her go without a fight, one that will threaten
everything they both hold dear.
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About Laura Kaye:
Laura is the New York Times and USA Today
bestselling author of over twenty books in contemporary and paranormal romance
and romantic suspense, including the Hard Ink and upcoming Raven Riders series.
Growing up, Laura’s large extended family believed in the supernatural, and
family lore involving angels, ghosts, and evil-eye curses cemented in Laura a life-long
fascination with storytelling and all things paranormal. She lives in Maryland
with her husband, two daughters, and cute-but-bad dog, and appreciates her view
of the Chesapeake Bay every day.
From Ride Rough:
It was one of Maverick’s favorite dreams.
He and Alexa had gone up to Swallow Falls in Western Maryland for a
weekend getaway and were staying in one of the mini cabins at the state park.
After a day of hiking and swimming and picnicking outside, they’d come back to
their cabin tired and ready to crash, but getting naked for showers had
sidetracked them for hours. And even once they finally fell asleep, Maverick
was hard and ready every time he woke up, and he took her again and again,
falling asleep still buried inside her . . .
And fuck if he wasn’t ready right now.
He burrowed his face in Alexa’s soft hair and banded his arm around
her stomach. His hand filled with the soft mound of her breast. He pulled her
back against his chest and ground his erection against the swell of her ass.
“Maverick,” she moaned.
Hell, yeah. He nuzzled her neck, kissed her there, tasting and nipping
and sucking. God, he needed in her. “Fuck, Alexa,” he whispered.
Her hand gripped his. “Maverick.”
He rolled her under him and crawled on top of her, his body falling
into the cradle of her spread thighs.
“Uh, Maverick.”
He frowned and kissed her jaw, her cheek, her mouth.
It was the kiss that did it. Something wasn’t right. The memory
playing out in his sleep-fogged mind didn’t feel like the reality confronting
his physical senses. His eyes blinked open.
And he found himself lying on top of Alexa. Not in the cabin at
Swallow Falls years before. In the gray morning light of his house. Her wide
hazel eyes stared up at him.
He reared off of her in an instant. “Fuck,” he said, coming to stand
by the couch. Alexa looked stunned—and so fucking sexy that Maverick barely
resisted crawling back on top of her. She lay on her back in his clothes, on his couch, her knees drawn up and falling out, her hair
sleep-mussed and sexy. Jesus. He adjusted himself, unable to hide his raging
hard-on, and scrubbed at his face. “Goddamn dream. I’m sorry, Alexa. I didn’t
mean to do that.”
“You . . . you were dreaming. Of me?” she whispered.
His gaze narrowed. “Don’t ask a question you don’t want the answer
to.”
She swallowed and licked her lips. “What if I do want it? The answer,”
she added.
Years of need and longing roared through Maverick like a drug he’d
mainlined. His thoughts spilled out unfiltered. “Damnit, Al. You’re laying
there in my clothes in my house with your thighs spread after I’ve just woken
up holding you. My skin smells like you. And I’m sporting an erection because
of you. Don’t fuck with me.” The words came out harsher than he intended, but
she couldn’t play with him. Not on this. Not when he cared so much. Not when he
wanted so much.
Her mouth dropped open and her chest rose and fell a little quicker.
“I’m not playing a game. I want to know.”
Planting his hands on his hips, Maverick studied her. Her beautiful,
languid body. Her pretty, open face. Her eyes, honest and free of pretense. He
felt pulled in a million directions. Between wrong and right, between taking
advantage and taking care, between giving in and opening himself up to a world
of hurt. “I was dreaming of you. Of us. Up at Swallow Falls.”
“That night we—”
“Yes,” he growled.
“Maverick—”
“Fuck.” He dropped his chin
to his chest and closed his eyes. Trying to be bigger than his base needs.
Trying to put her before himself. “Whatever is about to come out of your mouth
is not a good idea.”
“Mav—”
“I mean it, Al—”
“Maverick!” she nearly yelled. “Listen to me.”
His gaze cut up to hers in time to see her sit up a little and take
off her shirt. Well, his shirt. Then she laid back again, her eyes on him,
drinking him in, inviting him in.
“What if I do want it?” she whispered.
Something inside him snapped.
He was on her in a second. Body covering hers. Hands going to her warm
skin. Mouth tasting her everywhere—her shoulder, her throat, her cheek. His
chest pressed against her breasts, her hard nipples evident, her excitement
palpable. And then his mouth found hers. On a triumphant groan, he claimed her,
his lips sucking, his tongue penetrating. His big hand found her breast and
kneaded at the soft mound.
And Alexa was right there with him. Moaning, kissing him, clutching on
to him. Her thighs wrapped around his hips and her fingers twisted in his hair.
Bad idea bad idea such
a fucking bad idea.
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