RIDING ROUGH
(Hard Leather #1)
by Franca Storm
Release Date: July 28th
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Hosted by: Chance Promotions
SYNOPSIS
Mason Cross safeguards club security.
He’s Sergeant-at-Arms for the Steel Titans MC.
Running protection detail on someone should be a walk in the park.
And it would be. If it was on anybody but HER.
Lucy Taylor.
He’s stayed away from her for a reason.
But now they’ve been thrown together, all bets are off.
The beast wants out of its cage.
To take her.
To devour her.
To claim her.
But that would mean breaking a code.
Betraying a brotherhood.
Just cuz a man wants something doesn’t mean it’s right to take it.
But she’s more than a want. She’s a craving. In his bones.
A woman who makes a man want to brave chaos and even Hell itself
Besides, this biker’s always game for a rough and wild ride.
*This is a standalone novella*
EXCERPT
She held on real tight to my jacket, telling me, “You’ve been showing me
nothing but hostility for the last few years. I thought you hated me. And
yet here you are being so sweet to me, hell-bent on defending me. So, all
this hatred was… what… a lie? Tell me, Mason.”
nothing but hostility for the last few years. I thought you hated me. And
yet here you are being so sweet to me, hell-bent on defending me. So, all
this hatred was… what… a lie? Tell me, Mason.”
“I need to get you home.”
“Tell me,” she insisted, being the stubborn-ass woman she always was.
I knew I should’ve just broken her grip by force, lunged at her and thrown
her on the back of my bike, or some shit. But, for the life of me, I
couldn’t.
her on the back of my bike, or some shit. But, for the life of me, I
couldn’t.
Instead, the words were out of my mouth before I could stop them. It was
the intensity in those sexy blues of hers, urging the truth from me after
all these years of keeping it buried down deep. Or, maybe it was her hands
on me finally, us being so close screwing with my good sense. Either way,
they burned on the way out, almost clogging my throat as I told her,
“There’s nothing to hate. Never was. Never will be, Luce.”
the intensity in those sexy blues of hers, urging the truth from me after
all these years of keeping it buried down deep. Or, maybe it was her hands
on me finally, us being so close screwing with my good sense. Either way,
they burned on the way out, almost clogging my throat as I told her,
“There’s nothing to hate. Never was. Never will be, Luce.”
“But all this time--”
“Was easier that way.”
The hell, it was. There was no easy when it came to staying away from her.
To wanting her. But what else could I tell her?
To wanting her. But what else could I tell her?
I knew the second she got what I was saying, cuz her eyes flashed and she
gasped, “Oh my God.”
gasped, “Oh my God.”
“Yeah.”
“Why… uh… why did you break that tonight? I mean, you were sweet to me.”
“You needed me.”
She bit her lip. I watched as it trembled and my gut clenched; it looked
like she was gonna cry. Cuz of me.
like she was gonna cry. Cuz of me.
She buried her face in my chest.
“Luce, I--”
“So, tomorrow we go back to playing the hating game? Is that it?” she
asked, her voice muffled against my leather again.
asked, her voice muffled against my leather again.
Fuck, I didn’t know. How was I supposed to answer that?
Instead of finding the words, I reached out and sank my fingers into her
hair, stroking her soft purple waves. She turned into my touch and raised
her head to gaze up at me. “Is that what you want?” Her voice was barely a
whisper and sounded so damn sultry.
hair, stroking her soft purple waves. She turned into my touch and raised
her head to gaze up at me. “Is that what you want?” Her voice was barely a
whisper and sounded so damn sultry.
“What I want?” I rasped, almost choking on the words.
She nodded. “That’s what I asked.”
I wasn’t sure if she meant to challenge me. I knew Luce was real innocent.
How could she not be with Cole always driving away every bastard who got
within a few feet of her? But either way, the man in me sure as fuck was
taking it as a challenge, as though she was throwing down the gauntlet.
Cuz, as I looked down at her, all I could see was the girl I’d always
wanted right there in my arms, desire in her eyes for me, wanting to be
taken, needing me as much as I’d been needing her all this time. And with
her hands on me short-circuiting my brain, her sweet coconut scent driving
me to distraction, and the white knight complex she’d brought out in me
tonight on overload, my willpower was shot to hell.
How could she not be with Cole always driving away every bastard who got
within a few feet of her? But either way, the man in me sure as fuck was
taking it as a challenge, as though she was throwing down the gauntlet.
Cuz, as I looked down at her, all I could see was the girl I’d always
wanted right there in my arms, desire in her eyes for me, wanting to be
taken, needing me as much as I’d been needing her all this time. And with
her hands on me short-circuiting my brain, her sweet coconut scent driving
me to distraction, and the white knight complex she’d brought out in me
tonight on overload, my willpower was shot to hell.
I dipped my head and fisted my hand in the back of hair. “‘Course it
isn’t.”
isn’t.”
Her eyes widened and she mumbled, “Then what--?”
My mouth crashed down on hers with the fury of a violent tidal wave
colliding with land. She whimpered from the ferocity that I couldn’t hold
back, stumbling. I brought my hand around to the small of her back,
steadying her for a second, before pushing her against my bike. She cried
out and the sound sent a bolt of pleasure straight to my dick. A cross
between a moan and a sexy purr. I feasted on her lips, nipping, biting and
licking every last inch of them. But I needed more. I needed to taste her,
to claim the woman I’d denied myself for so fucking long.
colliding with land. She whimpered from the ferocity that I couldn’t hold
back, stumbling. I brought my hand around to the small of her back,
steadying her for a second, before pushing her against my bike. She cried
out and the sound sent a bolt of pleasure straight to my dick. A cross
between a moan and a sexy purr. I feasted on her lips, nipping, biting and
licking every last inch of them. But I needed more. I needed to taste her,
to claim the woman I’d denied myself for so fucking long.
I sank my hand deep into her silky waves, angling her head with a rough
tug. It had her arching her back and rolling her hips, trying to rub
herself against me. Mmm… she well liked that. A bit of sexual domination.
Good thing, cuz that was the only way I rolled, as I’d warned her earlier.
tug. It had her arching her back and rolling her hips, trying to rub
herself against me. Mmm… she well liked that. A bit of sexual domination.
Good thing, cuz that was the only way I rolled, as I’d warned her earlier.
The next thing I knew, her hands were slipping under my shirt and her nails
were dragging up and down my back, making me hiss with the bite of pain.
Hell, yes!
were dragging up and down my back, making me hiss with the bite of pain.
Hell, yes!
Growling, I gripped her thigh hard. It had her gasping and parting her
sweet lips for me. I didn’t waste the invite. I plunged my tongue inside,
diving in eagerly to taste every part of her. She went wild then, her
tongue tangling with mine, giving as good as she got. I wasn’t sure which
one of us was panting harder. All I knew was I could barely breathe, but I
didn’t want to stop, cuz it felt too good tasting her, touching her, after
all this time. I just couldn’t get enough. I was lost in the heat of her.
Drowning in it.
sweet lips for me. I didn’t waste the invite. I plunged my tongue inside,
diving in eagerly to taste every part of her. She went wild then, her
tongue tangling with mine, giving as good as she got. I wasn’t sure which
one of us was panting harder. All I knew was I could barely breathe, but I
didn’t want to stop, cuz it felt too good tasting her, touching her, after
all this time. I just couldn’t get enough. I was lost in the heat of her.
Drowning in it.
I ground my stiff cock against her. I was so hard that it was painful. I
could feel her heat even through my jeans. She fisted my cut, holding me to
her and whimpering into my mouth, begging me to take it further.
could feel her heat even through my jeans. She fisted my cut, holding me to
her and whimpering into my mouth, begging me to take it further.
“Oh God, Mason,” she choked, breaking the kiss and peppering my neck with
desperate licks.
desperate licks.
Every stroke of her tongue against my skin was like liquid fire, enflaming
me further. Tempting me. Hit the brakes! I was fast reaching the point of
no return. We were in a fucking parking lot! She deserved better. This shit
was reserved for club whores, not her. Not my little pixie. This wasn’t the
plan, asshole! Things had gotten outta control real quick.
me further. Tempting me. Hit the brakes! I was fast reaching the point of
no return. We were in a fucking parking lot! She deserved better. This shit
was reserved for club whores, not her. Not my little pixie. This wasn’t the
plan, asshole! Things had gotten outta control real quick.
I felt her fingers sliding down my chest. Lower… lower.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Franca was born in Surrey, England and currently lives in Ontario, Canada
with her husband and their labrador, Rocky.
with her husband and their labrador, Rocky.
She writes stories about bad boys with big hearts–those bad boy, alpha
males that the tough women they fall for just can’t seem to resist.
males that the tough women they fall for just can’t seem to resist.
She is a long-time erotic/romance novel addict and decided to try her hand
at crafting her own. Writing romantic erotica is now her obsession and the
perfect way to put her dirty mind to good use! She’s got a ton of stories
to tell and many more works up her sleeve.
at crafting her own. Writing romantic erotica is now her obsession and the
perfect way to put her dirty mind to good use! She’s got a ton of stories
to tell and many more works up her sleeve.
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