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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.
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Tuesday, April 26th!
RIDE HARD is the first novel in
Laura Kaye’s highly anticipated
Raven Riders Series.
Make sure you pre-order today and
get your special bonus story-more info on that is below!
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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!
Exclusive Excerpt
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…
About Laura Kaye: Laura is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of over twenty books in contemporary and paranormal romance and romantic suspense, including the Hard Ink and upcoming Raven Riders series. Growing up, Laura’s large extended family believed in the supernatural, and family lore involving angels, ghosts, and evil-eye curses cemented in Laura a life-long fascination with storytelling and all things paranormal. She lives in Maryland with her husband, two daughters, and cute-but-bad dog, and appreciates her view of the Chesapeake Bay every day.
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