Riding Desire: Alpha Bad Boy Biker Boxed Set
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This accountant is about to learn that one rough biker plus three of his friends equals a HOT RIDE she'll never forget. By Opal Carew.
One sexy rookie cop. One seductive outlaw biker. One unforgettable one-night stand. Sarah Castille's sexually explosive BURNOUT is a hot and wild ride you won't want to miss!
What happens when a reporter looking for a story is thrown inside an outlaw motorcycle club on the verge of war? Drama, action, and lots of hot sex! SAVAGE HEART by Sara Fawkes
Combine one sassy biker chick with one badass Australian rocker for a full throttle ride in ONE WILD RIDE by Lauren Hawkeye, part of the New York Times bestselling Three Little Words series.
When Aubrey Rhodes comes face to face with the mysterious bad boy Caleb West, nothing can prepare her for the wildest ride of her life in FULL THROTTLE by Adriana Hunter.
In HEART RACER, the first of Marian Tee’s new biker series, notorious underground moto racer Leandro Christopoulos needs to convince snarky philanthropist Roberta “Bobby” Granger he’s in love with her…even if he’s not.
Mari Carr's latest romance, CRASH POINT, proves nothing could be hotter than a former bad boy biker looking to make good, the sexy photographer he loved and left and those sultry New Orleans nights.
Who doesn’t love a little rumblin’ between the thighs? Join Tessa Savage on a wicked ride of corruption and seduction in HOW TO DEBAUCH A BIKER, the latest in the Savage Series by Daire St. Denis.
Listen up, adrenaline junkies: your pulse will roar as if you're street bike racing when you meet gorgeous speed junkie Sawyer Tremaine in FAST AND MINE by Sharon Page.
Delilah is caught between an old crush and a new attraction...she's in for one wild ride. R.G. Alexander's ménage romance DIRTY DELILAH is guaranteed to rev you up!
If you love snarky socialites and dominating NYPD motor cops than get ready to laugh your ass off with LOVE, LEX by Avery Aster.
Romance, redemption and chrome-plated sizzle! Nothing can bring this Dominant rock star to his knees like the ex-wife he’s never been able to forget in Eden Bradley’s OBSESSION!
When a birthday girl’s plans go up in dust along with her broken down car and lying jerk of a boyfriend, there’s only one hot mechanic who knows how to make it all better in Roni Loren’s NICE GIRLS DON’T RIDE.
Rev up the heat and take a ride on the wild side with Rio's sexiest off-road motorcyclist in CONQUISTA by Suzanne Rock.
Riding Desire
Boxed Set
Featuring in Order of Appearance
Sharon Page, Roni Loren, Lauren Hawkeye, Adriana Hunter,
Marian Tee, Avery Aster, Sara Fawkes, Sarah Castille,
Opal Carew, Eden Bradley, RG Alexander, Mari Carr,
Suzanne Rock, Daire St. Denis
Riding Desire Boxed Set
Copyright 2014
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Table of Contents
Fast and Mine
Nice Girls Don’t Ride
One Wild Ride
Full Throttle
Heart Racer
Love, Lex
Savage Heart
Burnout
Hot Ride
Obsession
Dirty Delilah
Crash Point
Conquista
How To Debauch A Biker
Fast and Mine
by
Sharon Page
USA Today Bestselling Author
This is a work of fiction. Incidents, names, characters, and places are the products of the author’s imagination, or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, business establishments, or persons living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Copyright 2014 by Edith E. Bruce
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Excerpt from One Hot Fall Term Copyright 2013 by Edith E. Bruce.
ISBN: 978-0-9878641-5-4
Excerpt from One Hot Winter Break Copyright 2013 by Edith E. Bruce
ISBN: 978-0-9878641-6-1
Chapter One
Frat parties.
I’ve always dreamed of going to one but I never thought I would. In high school, I never got invited to the cool parties. I was known as ‘Claire Thomas: math whiz, brain, complete geek.’ I was the female version of the Big Bang guys.
At the start of high school, I was flat-chested, which had not helped my popularity in junior high. By the end of tenth grade, I had much bigger breasts. Awkwardly bigger breasts. And while I’d dreamed about having boobs since I was twelve, I was then too shy to do anything but hide them. I grew into my nose, got contacts, and looked much prettier, but strangely that didn’t help my confidence. I’d learned to be quiet and reserved and I stayed that way.
But now I’m in college—Yardley College in New Hampshire. And I am actually at a frat party. My dorm roommate, Abby Potter brought me, as she was invited and allowed to bring a guest. She also chose my wardrobe for the night, so I’m wearing skinny jeans and one of her T-shirts, which has a low, scooped neck. If I look down I can see inside the neckline to my bra.
I brought a zip-up hoodie, which is now covering the T-shirt and is zipped up to my neck. I stand in a corner, holding a beer that I have no intention of drinking.
I thought this would be thrilling.
I feel completely out of place.
The fraternity, Alpha Delta Phi, has an enormous, century-old brick house just outside the Yardley campus. A huge wooden porch wraps around the house, filled with people dancing and laughing. And couples kissing. In the kitchen, guys chug beer. Tequila shots are going around the living room.
I have the beer that someone handed me even though I protested that I don’t drink. But since I put the first one down earlier and got a second one shoved at me, I just keep carrying it.
I have to find Abby, so I can tell her I’m going back to the Yardley campus. I feel like I don’t belong here. I also have to call a cab.
I walk into the living room. A guy dances like a wild man, throwing himself crazily around on the cleared floor space. He crashes into me, his arms flailing. I stumble back and splash the beer on my jeans.
I try to find my way to a bathroom for a towel.
I find a door I’m sure leads to a bathroom and open it.
Oh God. There’s a girl sitting on the toilet lid with her skirt pushed up and a guy is on his knees in front of her. Her high-heeled shoes rest on his shoulders. Her eyes are closed, she’s moaning in pure pleasure, and his face is under her skirt.
I’m completely embarrassed, and I stumble back, pulling the door shut. My heart races and I’m breathing fast enough to hyperventilate. I don’t think they noticed me, so I don’t know why I feel so tense and awkward.
Potentially because I never dated in high school, I am still a virgin, and since I turned eighteen I’ve been feeling more frustrated about that—
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Then I see him.
There are some guys you never get over and you never forget. That’s what Trey Madison is to me. He’s the crush I had since I was in Grade Seven. Total and complete desire for him has burned in my heart ever since. However, I was invisible to him.
It should be different now that I’m no longer in high school. I should be able to go up to him. Say hi. Talk to him.
But I can’t. My tongue actually feels numb. There’s a huge pain in my chest. My heart feels as if nerves and fear are smacking it like a stick against a piñata.
Trey staggers to the side and slams into the wall. Then laughs and sucks back his beer.
He’s drunk.
Now I’m worried about Trey. As he walks into the living room, I follow him. Just to watch out for him. He could pass out.
He stops, leaning against the wall, turns around and looks right at me. I should say something. Act surprised, as if I just happened to be there and recognized him. But I just stare at his beautiful grey-blue eyes helplessly.
“Hi,” he says.
“Uh,” is what comes out of my mouth.
He walks away from me. Because who wouldn’t after my scintillating attempt at conversation?
Trey heads for the stairs and I stand by the wall, cursing myself.
What was I doing? I was so hopeless. I could have had what I’d dreamed of since I first hit puberty. I could have talked to him. Maybe, maybe I could have even ended up kissing him.
If I were still the same person I was in high school, I would retreat right now since I was super awkward and shy.
But I’m eighteen, too old to be a coward anymore. To be stymied by what people think or what they might say.
I set my beer down on the floor by the wall and take off the hoodie. Gazing in the mirror in the downstairs hall, I try fluffing my hair. I can’t manage a transformation like Jamie Curtis in True Lies, where she rips the ruffles off her dress, slicks back her hair with water from a vase, and is suddenly sexy. But I look better. Sort of hot. Abby’s T-shirt clings to my breasts and makes me look very curvy.
I want to kiss Trey. I want to know what it would be like. If I don’t go for it, I’ll never know. He goes up the stairs but he stops on the landing halfway up. I catch up to him since I’m almost running up the steps. He looks at me with surprise.
I start to give him an abbreviated wave, then put my hand down at my side. I brush my hair back. “Hi Trey, I remember you from high school. We went to the same one.”
“Yeah? Don’t remember you.”
“I’m Claire.” I swallow hard. Once I give him the full name, he will remember who I am and how much I was teased. “Claire Thomas.”
He still stares blankly. He has no memory of me at all.
Yes, I was invisible. But that gives me a clean slate.
I step close to him, look up at him through my lashes. I have no idea how to flirt. “Uh—do you want to dance? Downstairs?”
He looks at me like I asked him to shave his head. “No.”
Okay. So what do I do now? I have no idea what to say to Trey. “Do you remember when you won the last football game of the season?”
“Yeah.”
I need more than a one word answer. “What’s your major?”
“Economics.”
He takes a step away.
“Wait.” It comes out before I think.
He stops.
I had nothing prepared to say. Summoning all my courage, I lick my lips. I step forward and clasp his hand. “Uh…do you want to kiss?”
I can’t believe I did that.
He grins. Then he backs me against the wall on the stair landing. He’s still holding the beer. But with his other hand he braces his hand on the wallpaper and leans close to me. My legs are turning to jello. Trey Madison’s mouth is almost touching mine. This is my fantasy position from seventh and eighth grades. I would close my eyes in math class and imagine I had the desk beside Trey’s, and he would lean over to ask me a question and our mouths would be almost touching. By the end of grade eight, I began to fantasize about an actual kiss. I would dream that we got overwhelmed with desire in the middle of math and he gave me this long, sensual, open-mouthed kiss in front of everyone.
Almost every night for six years, I dreamed of kissing Trey.
It could happen now.
All I have to do is go for it.
I tip my face up and go to kiss him. Except he sways on his feet just as I lift on my toes. He moves a couple of inches to the left and I hit my teeth against his. I purse my lips and try to find his mouth. He’s moving unsteadily, which makes it hard to keep our mouths connected. I try to put my arm around his neck and accidently hit him.
Desperate, I put my hands to his jaw so I can keep him steady. Now I can kiss him. I soften my lips, open my mouth, and try to use my tongue to tease his.
Trey tastes of alcohol and smoke and I thought that combination would prove to be a lot sexier than it is. Actually, it’s fairly disgusting.
I keep trying, hoping it’s going to get better.
But he pulls back and straightens. “Thanks, Kelly. See you around.”
He’s goes up the steps, moving away from me.
“It’s Claire,” I call after him.
“Yeah. See you later, Claire.”
Gripping the banister, he hauls upstairs. I don’t follow him.
My kiss has scared him away. He’s drunk. But even blotto, he is not interested. I screwed up the kiss I always dreamed of having.
He’s gone and my whole fantasy has evaporated like smoke. Why couldn’t I do it? He didn’t know anything about me—didn’t remember I was geeky in high school.
Maybe I could have seduced him if I knew what to do.
He did say, “See you later.” He didn’t say that he never wanted to set eyes on me again. Maybe, if I could learn how to be seductive and enticing—learn how to kiss properly—I could have Trey.
Just like I dreamed.
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At lunch on Monday, in the residence cafeteria, I am brooding over my vegetarian pizza slice.
Logic tells me that if a guy likes me, he’s going to enjoy how I kiss. And he should be patient enough to teach me if he wants something different.
After all, would I kick a guy I liked to the curb if he didn’t please me in bed? I assume—if I were ever in the situation—I would see sex as something to work on together. If I like him, I’m going to want to make love to him over and over, until we get it right.
I’m so frustrated that when my roommate, Abby, asks me what’s wrong, I actually say, “Do you think it’s possible to pay someone to teach you how to kiss and please a guy?”
There’s silence and she looks at me over the rim of her coffee mug. “Excuse me?”
“Sorry. It’s nothing.” At least she and I are eating alone, and I haven’t embarrassed myself in front of more people.
Abby looks sympathetic. “Did someone dump you?”
“No, no one dumped me because I’m not dating anyone.” I sigh. I suppose I’ve dug enough of a hole that I have to deal with it. I have to explain what I meant. “At the frat party last night, I saw the guy of my dreams from high school. The guy I’ve adored from afar since Grade Seven. He was drunk and I kissed him on the stairs.” I put my hand over my mouth. “It sounds terrible when I say it that way. He was consenting. It wasn’t like he was passed out and I took advantage and planted one on him.”
Abby smiled. “I didn’t think so. So who is this guy?”
“Just a guy.” I don’t want to admit who, in case Abby knows Trey and laughs at me. I admitted to a crush once in my life, in high school, and the amount of teasing I received was mortifying.