She’s taking a walk on HIS wild side!
star.” — Lori Wilde, New York Times bestselling author
can’t remember a time when she didn’t have a thing for Ryan Blake. Haven’s
resident bad boy is just so freakin’ hot-with tattoos, a motorcycle, and enough
rough-around-the-edges sexiness to melt all her self-control. Now that Emma’s
over being a “good girl,” she needs a little help being naughty . . .
and she knows just where to start.
Emma’s brother enlisted in the military, he made Ryan promise that he would
protect her from everything–including himself. When her brother doesn’t come
home, Ryan needs to turn his screwed-up life around to honor his pledge. But he
knows he’s still not the right kind of guy for someone as sweet as Emma. Only
he can’t stop wanting to be with her. Wanting her. Falling in love with a good
girl may be the craziest risk this bad boy can take . . .
Ooh Rachel Lacey you made me excited about Ryan Blake and his part in this book. I loved that you have such a bad, wild and oh so wicked man like Ryan to make even the good girls really want to be bad. The thing I loved the most about Emma is that no matter how bad Ryan thinks he is she brings out the goodness in him. Together these two are wicked, delicious and the sexiness between them are sizzling. Rachel Lacey just rocked in this book and cannot wait for the next one in the series and more about these adventures the men go through. Loved it.
Lacey is a
contemporary romance author and semi-reformed travel junkie. She’s been climbed
by a monkey on a mountain in Japan, gone scuba diving on the Great Barrier
Reef, and camped out overnight in New York City for a chance to be an extra in
a movie. These days, the majority of her adventures take place on the pages of
the books she writes. She lives in warm and sunny North Carolina with her
husband, son, and a variety of rescue pets.
Whoa. Emma closed her eyes and let out a shriek as Ryan guided the motorcycle onto Main Street and picked up speed. The cold wind whipped her face, taking her breath away. Beneath her, the engine rumbled and roared like a wild thing. Holy sh*t. She was on the back of Ryan Blake’s bike, and it was amazing.
The wind bit through her thin, knit gloves, hitting her fingers with an icy blast. Actually, every part of her was freezing, but she didn’t care. She wrapped her arms more firmly around Ryan’s waist, anchoring herself to him so she didn’t tumble off the back of the bike, and somehow her hands slipped beneath his jacket. Ahh. That was better. Toasty warm, and also…her hands were on his T-shirt. Even through her gloves, she felt the hard contour of his abs, and nope, she wasn’t cold now.
And this was absolutely freaking amazing.
She hung on tight as he guided them over Haven’s twisting mountain roads, deserted at this hour. Overhead the moon shone like a beacon, illuminating the night in its soft, silvery glow. The roar of the engine and the slap of the wind against her face shocked her senses. It was thrilling, invigorating, so completely different from riding inside a car.
She’d never have done this if Mandy hadn’t dared her, and now she felt like her eyes were open for the first time in years. This was what she needed. Somewhere along the way, as she sat at the bar talking to Ryan, she’d realized she was having fun, really having fun. And she wanted more. She wanted it all, every last wild and crazy fantasy.
All too soon, her building came into view. Ryan cut the engine and guided them quietly into the driveway, coming to a stop behind her silver Toyota RAV4. He turned his head to look at her, so sexy in his helmet and riding glasses. “So how was it?”
“Even better than I thought it would be.” She gulped for air. His lips were way too close to hers, and she was still a little bit drunk on beer and a whole lot drunk on her first motorcycle ride. Mandy’s words echoed in her ears. Bonus points if you kiss him. Just stand up a bit, lean over his shoulder, and…
Emma leaned forward, her chest sliding up his back as she tipped her face to his. Holy hell, she had completely lost her mind, but she was going for it. Every nerve in her body went haywire.
Clunk. Her helmet smacked into his, drawing her up an inch short of his lips.