by Tory Richards
ADULT title
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GENRE: erotic suspense romance
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BLURB:
Ultimate betrayal leaves Hawk, the president of an outlaw motorcycle club, distrustful and hating women. He only wants them for one thing now, and once he’s satisfied his animal urges he casts them aside without a second thought. But then Audra shows up, threatening his club and his way of life, and Hawk has to decide to turn the sexy, pint-sized package of trouble loose, or claim her for his own.
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EXCERPT:
I
quickly scooted out of the booth, realizing Hawk was right behind me. Before I
could question him, he grabbed my arm and proceeded to jerk me in the direction
leading to the back of the bar. I glanced around the bar wildly, but I didn’t
see Dane’s men anywhere.
“They
left, but they’ll be back.” We entered a dark hallway and halfway down he
stopped us at a door. I expected him to knock, but he lifted his leg and kicked
the door in, causing the occupants in the room to scream out in fear. “Out!” he
snarled.
I
barely had time to acknowledge the naked couple before they snatched up their
strewn about clothes and rushed past us. As the man passed me I recognized him
as one of Hawk’s men. We made eye contact long enough for him to wink at me.
Once they cleared the threshold, Hawk pulled me inside and slammed the door
behind him.
“Take
your clothes off.”
“What?”
“Take
your clothes off.”
I
know my jaw dropped at his demand. When I realized that he meant it I began to
back up, slowly shaking my head. “You’re crazy!” I whispered sharply.
“Take
your fuckin’ clothes off!” So far he hadn’t moved from his spot, yet I’d backed
up until my back was against the wall. “Those men knew how to find you, which
means there’s a bug on you somewhere.”
I
tried to decipher what he was saying, but my brain wouldn’t wrap around the
words that he thought I had a bug on me. He took a menacing step toward me, and
that was all I needed to do what he wanted. Strangely, I wasn’t afraid of Hawk,
only of what having his hands on me would make me feel. I was attracted to him
in a strange way that left me feeling confused. Maybe it was because I knew
that he wasn’t attracted to me.
I
quickly removed my hoodie and handed it to him, kicking off my shoes at the
same time. As Hawk began going over it, I unzipped and rolled down my jeans.
I’d reached for the bottom of my t-shirt when a memory slammed into me.
“Just
a minute.” I waited for him to look at me. “There’s no way there can be a bug
in these clothes because they aren’t mine. I took them from a dryer in the
laundromat.”
He
hesitated for only a second. “I want everything.”
Deciding
not to argue with him, I removed my t-shirt and threw it at him. He caught it
to his chest and I swear I saw the tiniest curve of his mouth showing amusement
at my irritation. He examined my clothes thoroughly, finding nothing, as I’d
expected. Then he turned those dark eyes on me, running his gaze up and down my
body, missing nothing.
“Everything,”
he demanded. “Or did you borrow your underwear, too?”
No,
the underwear I had on were mine. An expensive, sexy, thong and bra set Dane
had purchased for me from Victoria’s Secret. The way Hawk’s gaze moved over me
turned me on when it shouldn’t have. I was no stick figure, my short height
gave me curves I’d spent half my adult life hiding, until I’d realized that
some men liked meat on their women. The coffee eyes on me now revealed that
Hawk was no exception.
I
swung around and reached up to unhook my bra, hearing Hawk’s hiss. Tossing the
bra to him, I waited, unsure if I would be able to remove my thong. This was
silly because my backside was completely naked to him in that moment. I pulled
it down, catching another hiss from Hawk when I bent slightly to work it over
my knees and down my legs. I tossed it over my shoulder in his direction.
Completely nude, I reached for the top sheet on the bed before facing him
again.
“Satisfied?”
I nearly swallowed my tongue when I saw that he had my thong in his hands.
There was no way a bug could be hidden in that tiny, see-through thing.
Hawk’s
expression was savage. Something strong and basic controlled him. He reminded
me of a bronze statue, solid and powerfully intimidating. I was a prisoner,
held captive by the intensity in his eyes. Slowly his hand moved upward to his
face, pausing right beneath his nose. His nostrils flared and his eyes closed
as he crushed the bunched thong and inhaled deeply.
Ohmygod,
I’d never seen anything so compelling, so erotic. Lust slammed through me,
flushing heat over my whole body. I held my breath and watched as his eyes
opened slowly, lazily, revealing the truth. He was as turned-on as I was. No,
scratch that—he was ravenous!
“Toss
me your shoes.”
What?
Was I reading him all wrong, seeing something I only wanted to see? But then
everything I’d learned during my short acquaintance with Hawk came back to the
surface, reminding me that he ignored his emotions and his body’s cravings. I
didn’t think that he was afraid of letting go, he didn’t strike me as a weak
man, but as someone who thrived on absolute total control. That made him very
dangerous.
I
grabbed my Valentino sneakers and tossed them to him. He caught them with one
hand. He examined them thoroughly, frowning when he came to the pyramid studs
decorating the side. One of them appeared to be loose and with little effort he
was able to remove it. He held it up for me to see but I had no idea what he
wanted me to acknowledge.
“It’s
decoration.”
He
shook his head. “It’s GPS.”
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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Penning stories by hand and then on manual typewriter at the
age of thirteen, Tory was a closet writer until the encouragement of her family
prompted her into submitting to a publisher. She's been published since 2005,
and has since retired from Disney to focus on family and writing.
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