Wild Ride (Ready to Ride)
by Opal Carew
Genre: Erotic Romance
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Her friend told her dreams come true at Eden,but this is more like a nightmare.Marissa is shaken when her bad-assed biker ex-boyfriend begins to stalk her. After receiving an invitation to an exclusive resort called Eden, she jumps at the chance to get away.But even in paradise, she can't escape the man from her past. As he's closing in on her, a passing stranger on a motorcycle pulls up and orders her onto his bike. Frightened and willing to take any chance to flee her dangerous ex, she does as he says.Her knight in supple leather manages to lose her ex and take her to a secret hideaway, but now she finds herself overwhelmed by his potent masculinity and submitting completely to his authoritative commands.Killer didn't want to be her saviour. He had problems of his own. But once Marissa's under his protection, he will do whatever he can to keep her safe. Even force her to face her deepest fears.
Excerpt –
Wild Ride (Ready To Ride)
By Opal
Carew
Time sped past with the
scenery around them as Marissa clung to the stranger on the bike. They’d been riding for about twenty minutes
and there was no sign of Rip following them.
He might be in pursuit, but would have had to get to his bike, then
figure out their path from the town.
That wouldn’t have been too hard, though, given there was only one road
leading in and out of the small place.
Her hope was he’d gone in the other direction.
She
wasn’t sure where they were, but the view of the ocean and palm trees which had
been the lovely vista around them so far, soon disappeared to become denser
foliage as they turned onto a road leading to the interior of the island.
After
about an hour, they turned onto another road and soon he pulled off to a
clearing and stopped the bike near an idyllic setting complete with a waterfall
from a cliff about twenty yards high. He
turned off the bike and dismounted. When
he pulled off his helmet, her heart skipped a beat at the sight of him.
He
had a strong, square jaw covered with scruff, well defined cheekbones, and
tousled, wavy brown hair that begged to be stroked. And his eyes!
They were brown, but with a golden hue; almost a dark amber in color.
She
drew in a deep breath and stuck out her hand.
“Thank you so much. My name’s
Marissa.”
His
gaze fell on her, those golden eyes assessing, and a shiver ran down her
spine. Ignoring her hand, he shoved his
helmet in the saddle bag on the side of the bike.
“We’re
not stopping for long. Stretch your legs
and get some water from the bag if you want it.
I’m going for a swim.”
He
shrugged off his jacket and slung it over the bike, then walked toward the
water. Her eyes widened as he continued
to strip off his clothes, revealing a broad back, inked with a large bird of
prey, wings extended. Then he dropped
his pants and she glanced away. But not
before she caught sight of the tightest, hottest male ass she’d ever seen.
She
climbed off the bike and fished in the saddle bag for a bottle of water, then
pulled it out and took a deep sip. A
splash alerted her to the fact he’d dived into the water. She walked partway to the water’s edge and
sat on a big rock. She’d love to go in
the calm, clear water, too. And since
she had her bathing suit on under her clothes she did not have to strip down to
nothing. But going in the water with the
naked man… wouldn’t that be inviting trouble?
She
breathed in the hot, heavy air and sweat trickled down her neck and between her
breasts. She was sweaty and tired and a
dip in the water would revive her.
Ah,
hell, trouble was already snapping at her heels. If the guy was going to attack her, her being
in or out of the water wouldn’t matter, so she might as well enjoy a nice swim.
She
stood up and stripped off her shirt and short denim skirt, then dropped them on
the rock. She kicked off her sandals and
walked toward the water. The man tread
water about ten yards from the small strip of sand. His gaze followed her and her skin tingled at
his masculine perusal.
She
waded into the water. The bottom sloped
deeply so she was quickly in over her head and started to swim. She loved the water and after a few strokes,
turned on her back and floated. After a
few minutes, she switched to treading water again and realized the man was on
the beach, sitting on the sand. Still
totally naked.
She
swam back to shore. He seemed like the
impatient type and she didn’t know if he would decide to climb back on the bike
and take off. She walked from the sandy
bottom of the water to the small beach, then to the rock and picked up her
shirt.
“You’re
soaking wet,” the man said. “You can
take a few minutes to sit and dry off.”
She
nodded and walked to the sand. There
were only patchy areas of sunlight making its way through the dense foliage, so
she picked a sunny spot a couple yards from where he sat.
She
couldn’t believe she was just sitting here with a naked man, who was a virtual
stranger, but he seemed to have no interest in taking advantage of her.
He
sat cross-legged and she couldn’t help but see his equipment. His impressive
equipment.
He
tossed her the water bottle she’d opened earlier, then sipped from his own.
“So,
why were you running away from that guy?” he asked casually.
Her
gaze darted to her face. He had to know
she’d been staring at his… uh… cock, but he didn’t acknowledge it in any
way. Not even a smirk.
She
wrapped her arms around her knees.
“Well, it’s a long story, but basically I’m afraid he might hurt me.”
“Why?”
“I
used to go out with him and he’s part of a motorcycle… uh… club and,
well…” She hesitated, not quite sure how
to explain her fears.
His
eyebrow arched. “You think all bikers
terrorize their ex-girlfriends when they break up?”
She
pursed her lips. “No, not really. But just before I broke up with him, there
was an incident. One of the others in
his group killed his ex. That’s when I
found out what he was.”
He
frowned. “And what was he?”
“A
gang member. A criminal. Probably a murderer. His gang was involved in some very violent
incidents.” She shook her head. “Up until I saw that article in the paper, I
hadn’t realized what he was. I mean, I
knew he rode a motorcycle, but with me he was always…” She shrugged.
“I don’t know, a real gentleman.”
Her stomach clenched. “I couldn’t
believe how wrong I’d been about him.”
“And
what about me? You just hopped on my
bike without a second thought.”
Her
glance darted to him. “Oh, there were
second thoughts, but I really had no choice.”
His hard, amber eyes locked on her, sending a chill
through her. “You always have a choice.”
Pleasure Point (San Francisco Doms, Book 3)
by Eden Bradley
Genre: BDSM Erotic Romance
Miranda lives in paradise— the exclusive Eden resort, the ultimate in fantasy retreats. Roan, the resort’s dungeon consultant, lives part-time on the island and full-time in the past. When the sexy Dominant and the sultry pastry chef both receive one of the island’s mysterious invitations they spend a sizzling week together in the dungeon suite. They’re left breathless, wanting more… and hopelessly falling. Both have been scarred by loss, both have created a nearly impenetrable shell. The intensity and intimacy of kink might be the perfect recipe to open Miranda’s heart again. But can the man who fulfills her every secret desire ever give her what she needs the most?
Excerpt - PLEASURE
POINT
byEden Bradley
Roan
led her to a small sofa upholstered in diamond-tucked red leather and waited
for her to sit before seating himself next to her.
“So,
here we are,” he said, reaching for a tumbler of water on the table in front of
them and pouring her a glass, handing it to her. “Summoned by the Master of the
island.”
“Yes,
I suppose so.”
He
touched his fingers to the glass, gave it a small nudge. “Drink, Miranda. And
tell me what you think of this place.”
She
found herself sipping from the glass, following his instructions.
This is crazy.
She
set the glass down on the table and took a moment to look around, noticing the
gorgeous and luxurious equipment. There were red leather spanking benches,
gleaming chrome chains dangling from the ceiling, some ending in red and black
padded leather cuffs. At regular intervals along the slick red and black walls
in between the seating areas were shining chrome racks holding floggers,
paddles and whips. And the entire room was reflected in enormous, chrome-framed
mirrors mounted on the walls. Beautiful and wicked-looking.
“It’s
spectacular. Nothing but the best for the Eden resort, so it doesn’t surprise
me. But I think I expected there to be other people here,” she said, glancing
around, her nerves beginning to prickle at the back of her neck simply from
being in the same room—this deliciously wicked room—with Roan Abrams.
“Did you? You knew where you were going, then?”
“Of course. The invitation said to go to Club Sin.”
“Of course. The invitation said to go to Club Sin.”
His
eyes were dark, searching her face. “You knew this wasn’t a bar? A dance club?”
“I
work here. On the island.”
“Ah.
So do I. Well, I come in as a consultant. Tell me what you do here, Miranda.”
“I’m
the head pastry chef. But according to the invitation I have the next week
off.”
He
reached out and stroked her cheek with one warm fingertip, like a tiny shock of
need against her skin. There was a small but cocky grin on his generous mouth.
“You bake sweets, do you?”
He
was too damn handsome. Too commanding. Too… everything. She pulled back. “Which
I’m sure you’ve eaten, if you’ve been on the island.”
“I’m
certain I have. Working with sugar suits you.”
“You
don’t know anything about me.”
God,
why was she being so rude to this man? Maybe because his stunning good looks
and natural dominance were making her think about things she shouldn’t even be
considering.
Like
his hand coming down on her bare ass. Pulling her hair hard while he kissed her
breathless.
God…
He
leaned closer, lowering his voice, and she caught his scent—something spicy and
earthy. Provocative. “No? I believe I know at least two things about you. One,
you were invited here to meet me
apparently, since, as you pointed out, we are the only ones here. And two,” he
paused, his voice a quiet murmur, “the pulse in your lovely throat is racing.”
“Oh.”
She put her hand to her neck for a moment, saw him watching and dropped it down
to her side. She had to get herself under control. She cleared her throat. “Why
do you think we were invited here? I don’t know what the Master could have been
thinking.”
“Am
I so repulsive to you, then?”
“What?
No, of course not.” Then she saw the teasing twinkle in his eye, the slight
curve of his lips, and her cheeks flamed. “I mean, no. I didn’t mean to be
rude.”
“You
weren’t.”
Her
gaze narrowed on his. “And you’re having an awful lot of fun playing with me.”
“Ah,
I hope to.”
She
shook her head. “You’ve got the wrong girl, Mr. Abrams.”
Doesn’t he?
“Roan,”
he said. “And I’m fairly certain—quite certain—I don’t. I have a particular
knack for these things. You are definitely the right girl, in the right place.
With the right Dominant. And even if I were fallible in this regard, Mr.
Vardalos is rarely wrong about these things—sending out the invitations. From
what I’ve heard.”
“I’ve
heard plenty myself, but I don’t know how much of it to believe and how much is
simply clever marketing for Eden.”
“I
doubt the resort needs much in the way of marketing since it’s by invitation
only. Our benefactor has plenty of money—he didn’t build this place because he
needs to turn a profit.”
“He’s
my employer, not my benefactor. I work hard for my paychecks.”
“Of
course. I never meant to imply anything else.”
She
really had to calm down and stop being so damn defensive. This man wasn’t
anything she couldn’t handle.
Oh, you are such a liar. Half the conversation has
been calculated mind-fuck.
It
was working, damn it. She crossed her legs against the warm ache between them.
She
cleared her throat again. “So, what do you do for Mr. Vardalos?” she asked.
“I
designed this place, for a start. About four years ago. And the Victorian
spanking suite, and the other BDSM suites. He has me back here periodically to
make changes, to check equipment, come up with new ideas.”
“You
designed this place? The club?”
“Yes,
and much of the equipment.”
“Oh…”
It came out on a soft breath. Her fingers tightened on her small clutch purse.
This man—this Dominant—was definitely going to be more than she was ready for.
He was the real thing, high caliber in the kink realm, obviously. No weekend
player. Oh, yes, far too real for her, no matter how insanely attracted to him
she was. “I think…I think this was a mistake.”
“Again,
Miranda, I’m certain it wasn’t.”
She
stood. “No. It was definitely a mistake. Look, Roan…I don’t mean to be rude.
Really. But I’m not…this is not for me. None of this. You. This place. I have
to go.”
“Miranda—”
© Eden Bradley
2014
Meet the Authors
Hi. I'm Opal Carew, a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author. I write erotic romance for St. Martin's Press and Samhain Publishing, and I self-publish stories. I also write romance as Amber Carew.
So why do I like writing erotic romance? I like being able to push beyond traditional boundaries. I like dealing with a female character who is growing and evolving - questioning her sexual boundaries and pushing past them. My stories usually include menage a trois. It is great fun to write a heroine choosing between two equally appealing heroes... or more.
These aren't women who just jump into bed with anyone. They find themselves in an unusual situation - something exciting and erotic - but a situation where they have to push themselves beyond their comfort level. As a result, they grow as a person. So often fear holds us back - of what others will think of us, of what we will think about ourselves - and we don't follow our hearts. These women push past that fear.
To learn more about me and my books:
http://www.OpalCarew.com
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New York Times & USA Today Bestselling and award-winning author Eden Bradley aka Eve Berlin writes dark, edgy erotic fiction. Her work has been called ‘elegant, intelligent and sensual’. Her debut novel, THE DARK GARDEN, has been praised as ‘a masterpiece’, and was a Romantic Times Top Pick, as was her erotic novel, FORBIDDEN FRUIT. Her novel THE LOVERS was called ‘…the thinking woman’s erotica…’.
Eden sold four novels and a novella to Bantam, as well as a novella to Berkley, before her first novel even hit the shelves, and Bantam contracted two more novels from her the moment her debut book was released. Her novels and novellas written as Eden and Eve have collectively been translated into German, Romanian, French, Italian, Spanish, Portuguese, Czech, Polish and Japanese.
Eden has appeared regularly on Sirius Satellite’s Playboy Radio show, Night Calls, and has participated in round-table podcast and radio discussions. She has also been a regular guest at the West Coast In the Flesh readings in Hollywood. Eden has conducted a number of workshops and served on panels on writing craft and writing sex at several chapters of Romance Writers of America, at the RWA Nationals Conference, at the Romantic Times Convention and at library and independent writer’s groups.
Eden has published a number of articles on writing and has written both print and e-books for Berkley Heat, Bantam/Delta, Harlequin Spice and HQN, and Samhain Publishing. She has also written erotic romance for Berkley Heat as Eve Berlin. Her debut Heat novel, PLEASURE’S EDGE, won the 2010 Holt Medallion Award for best Erotic Romance, and her self-published Box Set, RIDING DESIRE, hit the New York Times and USA Today Best Seller lists in February, 2014 with her story OBSESSION.
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