Excerpt Reveal – Ride Hard by Laura Kaye

Posted March 16, 2016 by smutmatters in Reviews / 0 Comments

by Laura Kaye

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We are absolutely thrilled to bring you the Excerpt Reveal for Laura

Kaye’s RIDE HARD! A sexy romantic suspense, RIDE HARD takes you on a new adventure and kicks it into

overdrive! RIDE HARD is set to release Tuesday, April 26th! RIDE HARD is

the first novel in Laura Kaye’s highly anticipated Raven Riders Series. Make sure you pre-

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Laura Kaye has something hot and fun and new to share with you today –

a scene from her upcoming book, Ride Hard, the first in her Raven Riders Motorcycle Club

series about a new kind of MC with a protective mission. You might’ve first met the Ravens in the Hard

Ink world, but this series stands on its own and is even sexier, edgier, and grittier! So read on for a taste

and see below for a free bonus story offer!

 

Excerpt from Ride Hard:

So much better out here,” Haven said, the night air cool against the tingling warmth of her skin.

Although she was pretty sure that not all of the heat burning through her insides was from the

alcohol—her unusual flirtatiousness and closeness to Dare over the past half hour had made her

desperate with a heat that had nothing to do with her drinking game.

She walked to the railing and leaned against it, chuckling a little at herself for needing the support it

offered. She felt so damn free, and it was a heady, exhilarating thing.

“What’s funny?” Dare asked, settling a hip against the railing right beside her. Arms crossed, jaw ticking

with tension, dark eyes blazing, he was staring at her like he wanted to reprimand her or devour her.

Oddly, neither alarmed her the way she would’ve expected it to.

Haven shook her head, leaning it back and letting her gaze float over the night sky. Blurry points of light

swam in the moonlit heavens. It was beautiful and peaceful despite the pounding bass beat of music

thumping from inside the clubhouse. “Not funny, just good. Happy, you know? Being able to do

something a little . . . scary, but knowing I’d be safe doing it.” When Dare’s gaze narrowed, she

shrugged. “I don’t know.”

A long moment passed before Dare finally spoke. “You are safe here, Haven. Never doubt it.”

Peering up at him, she nodded, all kinds of words sitting on the tip of her tongue, challenging her to let

them fly. “It’s weird feeling safe—or at least safer—after a lifetime of not. It makes me want to try

things I could never let myself try before. It makes me . . .” She shook her head and dipped her chin.

Dare stepped closer, his thighs coming up against her hip. He lifted her chin and made her look at him.

The contact combined with the command in the gesture lanced white-hot desire through her veins.

“Makes you what?”

“Want to feel alive,” she whispered, her heart suddenly racing in her chest.

Dare’s jaw ticked again as his gaze swept over her face. She didn’t think she was imagining the raw

emotion pouring off of him and wrapping around her, but she wasn’t sure if she was reading that

emotion right or projecting her own desire onto him.

“Do you feel alive, Dare?” she asked, the alcohol flowing through her and the night spinning around her

like she was walking through a dream.

“Jesus,” he bit out.

The rough desperation in his voice made her wet between her legs. “Just once,” she whispered, not sure

what she was asking him for.

But he seemed to know. Because his hand was suddenly tangled in her hair and his mouth was suddenly

on hers, claiming, probing, tasting. Haven moaned and parted her lips, inviting him deeper.

Dare jerked back from her, his fingers rubbing roughly over his lips. “Fuck, I’m sorry.”

On instinct, Haven’s body pursued his, pinning his back to the railing. “Please don’t stop,” she said as her

hands gripped his shoulders. She had the strongest urge to climb him, to wrap her legs around him, to

grind against the hard bulge pressing electrically against her belly.

“Please,” she whispered, tilting her mouth toward his. “I liked it.”

Dare’s hand cupped the back of her head. “You’re killing me.”

“Dare,” she said, her body restless against his.

In a move that sent the world spinning, he flipped them around so that she was the one pinned against

the railing. He pushed his legs between hers and leaned down over her, forcing her to arch her back, to

yield, to open to him.“Tell me what you want from me. Say the words,” he said, his eyes absolutely on

fire.

Her heart was a runaway train in her chest, frantic and picking up speed. The thought of giving voice to

her desires was terrifying and thrilling and dizzying all at once.

“I want your mouth,” she said. The words sounded odder out loud than they had in her head, but they

were more accurate than asking him to kiss her—because her mouth wasn’t the only place she wanted

his.

“Jesus,” he rasped again, his mouth coming down on hers once more.

The whimper she released was part relief, part anticipation. It had been so long since she’d kissed

someone that she felt a little uncertain, but Dare’s intensity barely allowed her the capacity to worry

about it. He was like a dark storm bearing down on her, relentless, magnetic, all-consuming.

Rough callouses from his hands scratched against her cheeks as he guided her. Hard breaths spilled over

her lips, and the wet slide of his tongue tasted like whiskey and desire and man. Her hands found the

soft length of his hair, and her breasts pushed against the hard plane of his chest.

Then her lips were freed as his mouth slid over her skin—exploring her cheek, her jaw, her ear, her neck.

He hiked her up to sit on the wide railing, the move surprising a gasp out of her, especially as he

crowded the space between her legs, pushing himself closer, bringing his erection against the place

between her legs craving friction, hardness, so much more of him. Maybe even all of him.

One strong arm wrapped around her back and held her steady, while the other hand stroked her hair,

her face, her breast. The soft groans and breathy grunts spilling out of him were delicious and thrilling,

and bolstered her confidence that she wasn’t the only one losing herself in this moment, in these

touches. She almost couldn’t believe this was happening, and part of her was certain she must be

dreaming. Because Haven Randall didn’t have beautiful things in her life. At least, never before.

 

 

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About Ride Hard (Raven Riders #1):

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 Laura Kaye

New York Times and USA TODAY bestseller Laura Kaye is the author of over twenty books in romantic suspense and contemporary and paranormal romance. Among her many awards, she recently won the RT Book Reviews Reviewers’ Choice Award for Best Romantic Suspense of 2014 for Hard As You Can. A former college history professor, Laura grew up amid family lore involving angels, ghosts, and evil-eye curses, cementing her life-long fascination with storytelling and the supernatural. Laura lives in Maryland with her husband, two daughters, and cute-but-bad dog, and appreciates her view of the Chesapeake Bay every day.