Riding Steele: Kidnapped by Opal Carew
Published by: St. Martin’s GriffinPublication date: November 4th 2014
Genres: Adult, Erotica, Romance
Being kidnapped by bikers is a harrowing experience, but for some reason, Laurie doesn’t feel as terrified as she should. The leader’s steely eyes soften when he looks at her, and the others in his gang clearly know she’s hands off. But does that include Steele’s hands? Her brain resists him, but her body insists she wants those big hands all over her.
Steele doesn’t know how he wound up in this mess–with a kidnapped woman on his hands and the police hot on their trail. Now he and Laurie are in hiding at an isolated cabin, and Steele has to figure out how to extricate himself . . . and steer clear of his accidental captive whose tight, slinky clubbing attire is making him think all kinds of dangerous thoughts…
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This will first be published as a six-part e-serial novel, followed by the collected work as a single novel in both print and ebook form. The collected work will feature special bonus material.
Nov 04, 2014, Riding Steele #1: Kidnapped
Nov 04, 2014, Riding Steele #2: Untamed
Nov 11, 2014, Riding Steele #3: Collide
Nov 18, 2014, Riding Steele #4: Wanted
Nov 25, 2014, Riding Steele #5: Crossroads
Dec 02, 2014, Riding Steele #6: Aftershock
Nov 04, 2014, Riding Steele #2: Untamed
Nov 11, 2014, Riding Steele #3: Collide
Nov 18, 2014, Riding Steele #4: Wanted
Nov 25, 2014, Riding Steele #5: Crossroads
Dec 02, 2014, Riding Steele #6: Aftershock
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Steele
pulled up in front of the cabin Killer had arranged for them to stay
at while they were here. It belonged to his brother who was out of
the country for the summer, but allowed Killer to use it whenever he
liked.
Steele
dismounted his bike, then pulled off his helmet. It had been an
enjoyable evening carousing around the town. They’d eaten in a
little hole-in-the-wall restaurant with only a handful of tables, but
it had the best burger he’d ever eaten. Killer had recommended the
place when Rip had told him how much Steele loved his burgers.
Afterward,
the guys had insisted on taking him to a strip club. When they first
suggested it, he was worried Raven would be uncomfortable, but he
should have known better than that by now. The woman seemed up for
pretty well anything. In fact, he was surprised she hadn’t starting
stuffing bills in strippers’ G-strings.
He
was pretty sure it had fired her up, though. On the way back, as he
watched Rip riding behind him in his rearview mirror, he was pretty
sure she was stroking Rip’s cock through his jeans as they drove.
Seeing that, after watching the naked gyrating women at the club, had
him pretty fucking hot, too. He hoped that now that they were back at
the cabin, that Raven would be up for a good fuck with all of them.
Or even a special birthday fuck just for him.
But
when Raven climbed off Rip’s bike, Rip tugged her into a deep kiss,
his hands cupping over her round ass and pulling her tight to him.
Then he grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the door. Steele and
the others followed them inside.
“See
you guys tomorrow,” Rip said as the two of them scurried up the
stairs.
Rip
had met Raven when they’d passed through his hometown for a wedding
a few weeks ago, and he’d fallen head over heels for her. Her real
name was Hayley, but Rip had dubbed her Raven because of her glossy
black hair, and the name had stuck.
Steele
had never seen Rip happier, and Raven seemed to be living on cloud
nine, too. She had blossomed since she’d joined them a few weeks
ago, and Steele had a feeling she’d be around for quite a while.
He
sighed and walked into the kitchen, then grabbed himself a glass of
water and downed it. Not as good as a cold shower, but helped his
parched throat.
Shock
grabbed a few beers from the fridge. “Want one, birthday boy?”
Steele
leaned against the counter, his cock aching. “Naw. What I want
requires an available female.”
Shock
chuckled. “You and me both. Too bad Raven and Rip took off so
fast.” He shrugged. “But they deserve alone time, too.”
No
one could argue that both Rip and Raven weren’t generous with her
favors.
“That’s
the truth.” Steele filled his glass again, halfway, then downed it.
“Well,
the guys and I are going to play some cards. I’d ask you to join
us, but maybe the best thing for you to do is to turn in.” He
grinned. “You can go enjoy your birthday present.”
One
of the gifts the guys had given him was a couple of porn flicks, and
the master bedroom had a TV and Blu-ray player.
Steele
chuckled, then pushed away from the counter and headed up the stairs.
Getting some sleep was a good idea. Then he’d get up tomorrow and
just enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful lake beside the cabin. As
he walked up the stairs, he slid his hand over the inside pocket of
his jacket to feel the two Blu-rays there. But he could put off sleep
for a little, just to relieve the tension.
* * *
A
sound jarred Laurie from the light, fitful sleep she’d fallen into
and she clutched the big fluffy comforter closer around her with her
unbound hand. She was covered from head to toe, peering out from
inside the cocoon.
Was
the biker coming back to take her?
The
door opened and the light flicked on. In the doorway stood an even
bigger, tougher looking biker. He didn’t even glance her way, just
closed the door behind him and stripped off his black leather jacket.
He pulled something out of the pocket and tossed the garment on the
dresser, then opened the doors of the armoire at the end of the bed
to reveal a big TV. He turned it on, then put a disc in the player
below it.
Images
of naked people appeared on the screen. It was obviously lead-in
credits for a porn film. He watched for a few moments, then pulled
his T-shirt over his head, revealing bulging muscles and a snake
tattoo coiling around his bicep then across his chest. Her heart
raced as he unzipped his jeans and dropped them to the floor, then
stepped out of them.
She
held her breath when she saw him hook his thumbs in the elastic of
his boxers, then push them down. Oh, God, he was going to get into
bed with her and . . . He was going to force her to—
Her
breath caught when he stood up.
God,
she’d never seen a cock that big. She’d never even imagined
a cock that big. Even though it was just starting to swell with need,
it was gigantic. And frightening. Impressive. And intimidating.
He
turned toward the bed and she sucked in a breath.
His
eyes narrowed as his gaze jerked to her.
“What
the hell?” He grabbed the covers and tossed them back, ripping away
her only protection.
* * *
Steele
stared at the woman lying in his bed. The sight of her long, shapely
legs and slim, but curvy body sent blood straight to his groin. She
shifted back and a chain clinked. That’s when he realized one of
her wrists was handcuffed to the headboard.
Fuck,
this was why Shock had suggested he turn in. Not to watch porn, but
to enjoy the birthday present awaiting him in his bed!
He
smiled. “Well, hello there.”
Should
he slide his cock in her sweet, luscious mouth first, or glide into
her hot, melting pussy?
What
the fuck? She was here for the night. He could fuck her right now,
relieving his ache, then have her revive him with a blow job and
start all over again.
He
chuckled and climbed into bed beside her, then shifted closer. He
reached for her hand to pull it to his cock, wanting to feel her soft
feminine fingers wrapped around him, but as soon as he touched her,
she jerked away.
“No,
please . . .” Panic flashed in her wide, blue eyes and she was
practically panting in fear.
“What
the fuck?”
Then
he saw the sparkle of diamonds around her neck. It was the choker
Craig’s sister had received as a gift from her boyfriend at the bar
earlier tonight.
What
the hell was going on here? Steele rolled away from her and sat up,
placing his feet on the floor. He stared at the frightened woman, who
was sucking in air, panic showing in her widened eyes.
He
raked his hand through his hair. “How the hell did you get here?”
Someone
started pounding on his door.
“Steele,
it’s Wild Card.”
Then
the door swung open and Wild Card burst inside. “I fell asleep on
the couch. I didn’t mean to . . .”
His
gaze fell on Steele’s naked form, then darted to the woman in the
bed. Then he shook his head, holding up his hands, palms toward
Steele, in a defensive gesture. “Steele, you gotta listen to me.”
Anger
surged through Steele and he lurched to his feet. “Wild Card, what
the fuck did you do?”
“I
didn’t mean to—”
Steele
strode toward him. “How the hell did you miss the fact that the
plan was not to kidnap the woman?”
Hi. I'm Opal Carew, a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author. I write erotic romance for St. Martin's Press and Samhain Publishing, and I self-publish stories. I also write romance as Amber Carew.
So why do I like writing erotic romance? I like being able to push beyond traditional boundaries. I like dealing with a female character who is growing and evolving - questioning her sexual boundaries and pushing past them. My stories usually include menage a trois. It is great fun to write a heroine choosing between two equally appealing heroes... or more.
These aren't women who just jump into bed with anyone. They find themselves in an unusual situation - something exciting and erotic - but a situation where they have to push themselves beyond their comfort level. As a result, they grow as a person. So often fear holds us back - of what others will think of us, of what we will think about ourselves - and we don't follow our hearts. These women push past that fear.
So why do I like writing erotic romance? I like being able to push beyond traditional boundaries. I like dealing with a female character who is growing and evolving - questioning her sexual boundaries and pushing past them. My stories usually include menage a trois. It is great fun to write a heroine choosing between two equally appealing heroes... or more.
These aren't women who just jump into bed with anyone. They find themselves in an unusual situation - something exciting and erotic - but a situation where they have to push themselves beyond their comfort level. As a result, they grow as a person. So often fear holds us back - of what others will think of us, of what we will think about ourselves - and we don't follow our hearts. These women push past that fear.
To learn more about me and my books:
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