ABOUT THE BOOK
Darian:
When the guy I’d been seeing turned
out to be a rapist sleezeball, I ran…and it let me straight to him. They call him Bull, and I can see
why. The guy is massive, and I do mean everywhere. He’s so much older than me,
but I can’t seem to care. The way he holds me, murmurs softly to me, I feel
safe. No one’s ever cared what happened to me, but he does. I can tell he wants
me, even though he’s fighting himself. But he doesn’t have to…because I’m his.
I’ve held onto my virginity all these years, but I want him more than I ever
thought I’d want someone. I want his hands on me, his body over mine. And for
once, I’m going to get what I want. And I want Bull.
Bull:
Darian’s younger than my damn
daughter, but there’s something about the sweet girl that draws me closer. When
I look in her eyes, I see that she’s a fighter, but I can also see that she’s
been badly broken, and I want to be the one to put the pieces back together. I
have nothing to offer her. There’s more than twenty years between us, and I
know I need to walk away. I’m just a dirty old man who wants her under me. I’m
hard as a damn post anytime she’s nearby, and I have to fight the urge to
spread those creamy thighs of hers and drive into her, claiming her body and
making her mine…until I have no fight left in me. I wanted to be a better man,
to walk away, but I can’t. She begs me so sweetly, and soon I can’t resist
anymore. She’s mine. And any fucker who tries to take her from me is going to
die a slow and painful death.
GENRES/THEMES: Contemporary, Erotic
Romance, Bikers, Older Hero, New Adult
PUBLISHER: Changeling Press
COVER ARTIST: Bryan Keller
LENGTH: 119 pages (print length is 146 pages per Amazon)
PUBLISHER: Changeling Press
COVER ARTIST: Bryan Keller
LENGTH: 119 pages (print length is 146 pages per Amazon)
BUY LINKS:
Changeling Press (available May 11th): https://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=2715
Or you can Pre-Order for May 18th at online retailers…
ADULT EXCERPT
Bull didn’t hesitate when he entered the house, but strode into
the living room and eased me down onto the couch. He flicked on a lamp and as
the room flooded with light, I was surprised to see that he seemed much older
than my twenty-one years. There were lines at the corners of his eyes, but he
was a very handsome man. As I took in the details of his face, I felt this
intense pull toward him. I’d seen attractive men before. Well, mostly boys. But
there was something about him, something different. The look in his eyes said
he’d seen shit I couldn’t even fathom,
and yet the way he watched me… it made me feel all warm and gooey inside.
He pulled off his leather jacket and tossed it onto a chair, and I
felt my eyes widen as I took in his broad chest and large biceps. There was
some sort of leather vest over his T-shirt, but I couldn’t read the writing.
Even if the lines on his face hadn’t belied his age, there was no mistaking his
body for that of a boy. He was definitely all man. The T-shirt he wore was
stretched tight across him, and my fingers itched to see if his chest was as
hard as it looked. I could understand now why they called him Bull. The man was
huge. My gaze dipped down below his belt and my cheeks flushed when I saw his
cock straining against his zipper. Yeah, he was big. Everywhere.
“What’s your name?” he asked, drawing my attention away from what
was hidden in his jeans.
“Darian. Darian Crosse.”
“You don’t sound like you’re from around here.”
I shook my head. “I’m from Georgia. The guy I was seeing told me
about this awesome party and brought me here.”
Bull’s eyebrows rose. “And where is he now?”
“Probably still looking for me.”
Bull rocked back on his heels, shoving his hands into his pockets.
I was too busy admiring him again to say anything more. I couldn’t say he was
beautiful, but I’d never met anyone like Bull before. I felt like I could look at
him all day.
“Is he the one you’re running from?” Bull asked.
“Him and the others,” I murmured, still admiring him.
His eyes narrowed. “What others?”
I tipped my head back and closed my eyes a moment. Their faces
flashed in my mind, with their leering smiles. Bile rose in my throat as I
thought about the words I’d heard, their intentions toward me, and their
complete lack of humanity. Fear and revulsion rolled through me, and I knew I
was damn lucky to have gotten away.
I focused on him again, trying to shake free from the horror of
what had nearly happened to me. “The party Leo took me to expected me to be the entertainment, even
though I hadn’t known that at the time. I’d confessed to Leo a few days ago
that I was a virgin and was waiting for the right guy and the right time. I
thought he was understanding and might be the one. I didn’t realize he was
excited about my virginity for another reason.”
“That doesn’t explain the others you mentioned. Who were they?”
“Leo tried to drug me earlier, but I didn’t take the pills. When
we got into town, we drove to some rundown place. I think it’s a few miles from
here, but I honestly don’t know how far I ran. It was a house full of guys.
Some looked younger than me and some looked older. Maybe late twenties or early thirties. When we stepped into the
house, I realized quickly I was the only girl there. The guys weren’t quiet
about their plans. They were going to take turns with me. All twelve of them and one said he was willing to pay Leo to
be the one to take my virginity. Thankfully, it looked like they’d already been
partying pretty hard, and they were either drunk, stoned, or both.”
A chill entered his eyes and his hands clenched at his sides.
Suddenly the protective man who had been so tender with me looked more like a Viking warrior about to go off to battle.
With his long blond hair and beard, I could easily see him with a sword, or
whatever Vikings had used in times of war.
“They were going to gang rape you?” His voice sounded calmer than
he looked. Anger poured off him in waves.
My throat tightened and I swallowed as tears filled my eyes. I
hadn’t admitted to myself yet that that’s what they’d planned. Oh, I’d run the
moment I’d realized what they were going to do, but I’d pushed it to the back
of my mind and not used that word,
breaking it down into pieces I could stomach instead of looking at the whole
picture.
Bull noticed my distress and sank down onto his haunches in front
of me. Some of the anger had faded from his eyes, and the tender guy who had
picked me up off the pavement was back. He reached for me slowly, brushing
tears off my cheeks that I hadn’t even realized I’d shed. That was enough to
make the dam break and I started crying in earnest. Bull gathered me in his
arms and sat on the couch, settling me in his lap. Cradled against his broad
chest, I felt like nothing could harm me. I clung to him, my hands twisted in
the fabric of his shirt, as I soaked him with my tears. He didn’t seem to mind
though, murmuring words of comfort to me.
Despite my distress over what had nearly happened to me, I felt
completely safe in his arms. Being held by him was almost like coming home.
That sense of rightness, of belonging. I’d never had that before, and it
startled me that I would feel it now, with a complete stranger. I’d tried to
always trust that inner voice though, and mine was saying that Bull was
different, special.
“If they come here, will that guy at the gate tell them I’m here?”
I asked as I got myself under control again.
“No. Johnny won’t say a word to anyone about you being here.
Except maybe to Torch.”
I sniffled. “You all have weird names.”
Bull chuckled. “They’re road names. I’m part of the Dixie Reapers
MC. Bull is what they call me.”
“MC. Like in Sons of Anarchy?”
He snorted. “Not exactly. Oh, our hands aren’t clean, but most of
that show was strictly drama meant to entertain people.”
“So, if Bull is your road name, what’s your real name?” I asked.
I could see the hesitation in his eyes, and I wondered if it was
taboo to ask him that. I didn’t know anything about the way of life in an MC. I
hadn’t even been around bikers up close before, except watching them pass by on
the freeway. He was the first I’d ever spoken to.
“Michael. My name is Michael, but outside of this house, I’m Bull
and only Bull.”
I nodded. “I understand.”
He softly caressed my cheek. “But you can call me Michael if you
want. When we’re here, by ourselves. No one’s used that name in a really long
time.”
I felt the bulge in his pants pressing against my ass, and I
didn’t think it was possible, but it felt like it was growing even larger. Holy hell! My breath caught in my throat at
the unmistakable desire in his eyes. No one had ever looked at me like that.
Oh, boys had told me I was pretty and said they wanted to fuck me. But the way
Bull -- Michael? -- looked at me… it was like he wanted to devour me. My
nipples pebbled and as his hands shifted, I felt a sudden jolt in my core.
This is
wrong, Darian. What the hell is the matter with you? You were almost raped and
now some stranger is turning you on? Are you just going to give it up to some
random guy?
Despite my inner pep talk, my body didn’t seem to be listening.
Desire curled through me, heating the blood in my veins. Even if his arms
hadn’t been around me, I wouldn’t have gotten up and walked away. I’d waited so
long to feel like this. Was the timing all wrong? Oh yeah. But I couldn’t
ignore the way I felt, didn’t want to
ignore it.
If you
missed the first three books in the Dixie Reapers series, you can check them out
here.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Short. Erotic. Sweet. Harley's other
half would probably say those words describe her, but they also describe her
books. When Harley is writing, her motto is the hotter the better. Off the
charts sex, commanding men, and the women who can't deny them. If you want men
who talk dirty, are sexy as hell, and take what they want, then you've come to
the right place.
Harley
Wylde is the "wilder" side of award-winning author Jessica Coulter Smith.
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