Hard Ride #1: A Novel in Three Parts by Opal Carew
Published by: St. Martin’s Press
Publication date: April 7th 2015
Synopsis
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.
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Excerpt
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.
Liv was terrified as he dragged her toward some
trees. The others dragged Shock along
with them.
Her captor backed her against a tree and leered at
her, his tight grasp on her arm biting into her flesh. He grabbed the neckline of her dress and she
gasped as he tore it open, revealing her pink lace bra, her breasts swelling
from the top.
He pushed her shoulders back, forcing her against the
rough tree bark, his dark, weasel-like eyes locked on the swell of her
bosom. His sour beer breath washing
across her face, paired with her debilitating fear, sent her stomach into
somersaults.
Suddenly, she heard a growl and a thud, then a heavy
thump. She glanced around just in time
to see one man on the ground and Shock’s fist connecting with the jaw of the
other one. The third man rushed him from
behind, but Shock turned and flipped him onto the grass. With all three men on the ground, he kicked
the first, who was starting to get up, in the ribs, then stormed in her
direction.
“You get your fucking hands off her.” Shock’s voice was intimidating and dangerous.
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Author Bio
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.
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