Hard Ride #1: A Novel in Three Parts by Opal Carew
Published by: St. Martin’s PressPublication date: April 7th 2015
Genres: Adult, Romance
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Liv never expected to find herself trapped in a dark alley facing a band of rough bikers. And she certainly never expected to see him again. Back in college when they dated, he was heir to his family’s business empire–and their fortune. She expected him to become a billionaire. Instead, he’s the heavily muscled, tattooed member of a rough biker gang…and just as sinfully sexy as ever.
When Shock sees Liv again, he’s ready to pay any price to have her in his bed and on his bike. Shock has his own scars to deal with, but he soon learns that Liv is in desperate need of financial help, though she won’t tell him why. So he offers her a sensual deal: his help for her complete submission. Can Liv entrust Shock with her secret…and how can she stop herself from falling for the hard rider?
This is part one of HARD RIDE, a three part novel.
Shock
led her to a big Harley and handed her a black helmet. She pulled it
on and stared at the bike.
“Get
on,” he said.
She
frowned, unsure how to do it with a dress on. Before she could pick
her strategy, he encircled her waist with his big hands and lifted
her onto the bike. Her thighs were spread wide, hugging the black
leather seat, and she quickly smoothed her skirt over herself, afraid
he’d gotten a glimpse of her pink lace panties. Her cheeks flushed
and she realized she was being ridiculous. They were both adults . .
. and they were just panties.
Shock
grabbed a black leather jacket and helmet and pulled them on, then
mounted the bike in front of her. He settled his big body between
her legs, the warmth of him against her inner thighs sending her
senses reeling.
“Put
your arms around me.”
“What?”
He
glanced over his shoulder. “You have to hold on to me.”
“Oh,
right. Sorry.” She slid her arms around his waist, her hands
resting lightly on the leather of his jacket as she tried not to
actually make contact with him.
He
pressed her hands tight against his stomach. The feel of his hard
muscles under her fingertips, even through the warm leather, sent
heat fluttering through her.
“You
have to actually touch me to hold on. You don’t want to fall off
the bike and onto your ass, do you?” He grinned. “If that
happened, then you’d be flashing those pink panties of yours to the
world.”
Her
cheeks flushed even hotter.
Then
the engine started and the bike shot forward. She sucked in a breath
and tightened her hold on him, afraid her ass would land on
the pavement. When he turned onto another road, she rested her head
against his back, clinging to him as the bike leaned to the side.
The
feel of the supple leather against her cheek, the manly smell of it,
filled her with longing.
As
she clung to him, she wondered what had happened to him since she’d
known him in college—whether his situation had changed or he was
just defying his family. But there was no denying that he was
earthier. And more rugged.
And
at the same time totally intimidating with his badass clothes and his
biker attitude. Which, she admitted, was a big part of why she was
filled with yearning.
She
knew him, but she didn’t. Which made him a mystery.
They
left the downtown area and traveled along the quiet highway. She
lived on the outskirts in a low-rent building on the bus line. She
heard the sound of engines behind them. She glanced back to see
other bikers following them. She noticed Shock glancing in his
mirror, his expression drawn tight.
He
turned on a side road and one of the bikes pulled up alongside them,
then another pulled up on their other side. She thought it might be
Shock’s friends, but there were four in all. Suddenly the bikes
pulled ahead, and the two behind them pulled beside them. The bikes
slowed and swerved to the right. Shock tried to pull away from them,
but they surrounded the bike and forced him off the road.
“What
the fuck are you doing?” Shock shouted as he stopped the bike.
But
two of the men grabbed his arms and pulled him from the motorcycle,
and she felt a third slide his arm around her waist and pull her
roughly from the seat.
“So
this guy is good enough for you, but not us?”
Her
gaze shot to the owner of the voice. It was Crow from the bar. And
she now recognized the others, who had pulled off their helmets, as
the guys who had been with him at the bar.
It
took all three of Crow’s men to restrain Shock as Crow grabbed her
arm and pulled her off the side of the road.
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.
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