ROCKY (Dixie Reapers MC #3)
Written by Harley Wylde
Published by Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Bryan Keller
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult,
Silver Fox (older hero)
Mara: I was daddy's little girl, until he
didn't come home one day. Mom moved on, married a rich guy I can't stand, and
his son, Sebastian Rossi, wants what he can't have -- me. I didn't realize when
I chose to run that I would crash down a mountain, or that the man who pulled
me from the wreckage would rescue me in every way that counts. Rocky is the
biggest, sexiest badass I've ever seen. And the more time I spend with him, the
more I want to feel his lips on mine, his hands holding me, his body claiming
me. I want him so bad I can taste it, but the stubborn man says I'm too young.
I'll just have to prove him wrong.
Rocky: All I wanted was to brood in peace and quiet on my mountaintop while I tried to outrun my demons. I never expected that past to show up in the form of a sexy as fuck woman -- a woman I shouldn't touch. I'm not only twenty years older than her, I'm part of the reason her dad never came home. I'll do anything it takes to keep her safe, even go home to Alabama. My brothers, the Dixie Reapers, will help protect her. I'm just not sure who's going to protect her from me, because if I ever get my hands on all those curves, I'm not ever going to let her go.
Rocky: All I wanted was to brood in peace and quiet on my mountaintop while I tried to outrun my demons. I never expected that past to show up in the form of a sexy as fuck woman -- a woman I shouldn't touch. I'm not only twenty years older than her, I'm part of the reason her dad never came home. I'll do anything it takes to keep her safe, even go home to Alabama. My brothers, the Dixie Reapers, will help protect her. I'm just not sure who's going to protect her from me, because if I ever get my hands on all those curves, I'm not ever going to let her go.
Available
April 6th at Changeling
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EXCERPT:
“Coffee,” he said,
although it came out more like a grunt.
I accepted the cup, the
warmth of it seeping into my chilled fingers, and took a sip. Despite the
bitter taste, I didn’t wince. I’d always been more of a caramel skinny latte
kind of girl, but the hot coffee slid down my throat and began to warm me from
the inside out. Rocky watched me a few minutes before walking off again, his
boots thudding against the wood floors.
When the coffee was
gone, I set the cup aside and tried to push myself to my feet. I groaned, and
the room spun as I staggered upright. As everything began to tilt and I felt
myself falling back to the floor, strong arms wrapped around me, drawing my
body tight against my rescuer. Rocky’s hands splayed across my back, and I
couldn’t remember ever feeling so delicate. I was small in stature at just a
hair over five feet, but I had more curves than most. Men had called me chunky
most of my life. But with Rocky, I felt… feminine. Womanly. I felt…
The warmth that began
to spread through me made me gasp and jerk my gaze to his face. Something hard
and thick pressed against my belly. I might not be experienced, but even I
couldn’t deny that Rocky seemed attracted to me. Or maybe he hadn’t had a woman
in so long that just anyone would do. I saw his eyes flare a moment before he
lifted me into his arms and began striding for the stairs.
I clung to him, not
knowing where we were going, but suspecting it was his bedroom. I should tell
him to return me to the fire, tell him I didn’t want this.
But you do, a voice whispered in
my ear.
And I did. I’ve never
found a man attractive before, not like this. But with Rocky’s arms holding me,
I wanted to know what it would feel like to be pressed against him, skin to
skin. I wanted to feel him slide inside me, claim me, and make me his. I wanted
to feel that beard rub against my skin. I wanted… him. I briefly wondered what kind
of woman that made me since I’d crashed down a damn mountain and now wanted to
have sex with my hunky rescuer. Maybe I’d suffered head trauma.
The stairs ended at a
large room with no door. The bed against the wall looked far bigger than a
regular king-size, the covers rumpled. Rocky carried me across the room and
eased me down onto the soft mattress, then pulled the covers up to my chin. He
paused a moment before turning to the fireplace across the room. Wood was
stacked nearby, and he began building a fire. Watching his muscular back and
shoulders move was starting another kind of fire too. One I had never felt
before. I pressed my thighs together to ease the ache.
When the blaze was
glowing brightly, Rocky rose to his feet and studied me. There was heat in his
gaze, and I wondered if I was finally going to find out what it was like to
have a man claim me. I’d held onto my virginity for so long, never had been
tempted to lose it. Until now.
“Dinner will be ready
in an hour. You should rest,” he said gruffly before turning and leaving me
alone.
My jaw dropped at his
retreating back, and when I heard the last of his steps carrying him down the
stairs, I slumped against his pillows and drew in a deep breath. My eyes closed
as his scent surrounded me. Something woodsy and full of spice. Curling onto my
side, I buried my face in his pillow and just breathed him in. Whoever the
strange man was who had pulled me from the car, it was obvious he wasn’t going
to take advantage. And for some reason, that disappointed me.
“Stupid woman,” I
muttered. I felt the tingle between my legs and moaned. “And stupid hormones.”
Did you miss book 1 –
Venom, and book 2 – Torch?
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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.
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Harley Wylde is the “wilder”
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erotic romance (M/M and M/M/M) as Dulce Dennison.
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1 comments:
Thank you so much for having me on your blog and sharing the news about Rocky! I loved writing this story and I hope readers will like it as much as I do :)
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