New Release – What He Wants by Tory Richards

Phantom Riders MC Trilogy!

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Phantom Riders MC – Hawk

Ultimate betrayal leaves Hawk, the president of an outlaw motorcycle club, distrustful and hating women. He only wants them for one thing now, and once he’s satisfied his animal urges he casts them aside without a second thought. But then Audra shows up, threatening his club and his way of life, and Hawk has to decide to turn the sexy, pint-sized package of trouble loose, or claim her for his own.

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No Mercy

Rock’s the VP of Phantom Riders MC. Dangerous. Unpredictable. Ruthless. A killer who’ll stop at nothing to keep what’s his. Allie had given Rock her virginity, and then moved away when she got pregnant. Club trouble doesn’t stop him from showing up at her door seven years later, demanding his son, and claiming her.

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What He Wants – Just released!

Big John is the club enforcer of Phantom Riders MC. He’s big, tough, and scary, and he wants Daisy Mae Flowers bad. She’s the new girl in town. Strong, independent, not afraid to speak her mind, but nothing prepares her for the outlaw determined to claim her. Then trouble from her past comes calling, threatening any future they may have together.

Excerpt –

“Almost done,” I said, going to the sink and wetting a clean washcloth.

“No hurry.”

When I returned, his eyes were open. I avoided them at first, gently wiping down his face and neck to remove any loose hairs. God, he looked like a totally different man. Cleaned up, he took my breath away. I had the sudden, unexpected urge to climb up on his lap and straddle him. The thought made my cheeks burn, but didn’t stop me from raising my curious gaze to his. He was watching me closely, and I noticed the look of hunger in his expression. I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like if he were to let his control slip.

Without warning, he raised his hand. I held my breath, totally mesmerized as his fingers began to gently trace over my cheek, down to the corner of my mouth, and then over my lips. “I’m not going to hurt you, Daisy Mae Flowers.”

I sucked in a breath, unsure of how to respond at first. I pushed Paul to the back of my mind. Not all men were like him. Big and scary didn’t always lead to pain. “Good to know. . .”

“Big John,” he said, guessing at the cause of my hesitation.  He seemed fascinated with my mouth, because his gaze remained there. “Say it,” he ordered firmly.

I wet my lips to comply. “Big John.” I knew that was probably his road name, and why wasn’t I pulling away from him? Why was I allowing him to touch me so intimately?

“Yeah, baby,” he said in a low, snarl-like tone. “I like my name on your lips.” He looked deep into my eyes, as if searching for something. “Are you afraid of me, or what’s happening here?”

So, he did feel it too! I was almost relieved, because I’d thought I was losing my freaking mind. I opened my mouth before realizing that I couldn’t acknowledge it, though. I didn’t want to encourage him into thinking that anything was going to happen between us, that we would be acting on the intense, outrageous attraction we felt.

“Nothing is happening,” I said, unable to bring myself to say, ‘between us’. The lie would undoubtedly stick in my throat. I’d been about to back it up by stepping out of his reach, but when I made a move, his hand was suddenly cupping the back of my neck and pulling me toward him. I automatically brought my hands up against his chest and leaned back against his strong hand. “No−” My heart jumped out of rhythm. I was suddenly terrified.

“I have to, baby.” His tone was a low rumble through his chest that sent a shiver of desire down my back. “Just one little kiss, Daisy Mae Flowers.”

Nooooo! But then I was saying yesssss when the smooth taste of his mouth covered mine and I was lost. It immediately turned rough and needy. Big John ground his mouth over mine until I parted my lips and let him inside. Then we were both sounding out our pleasure as our mouths went on the attack in a clash of teeth, tongue, and lips. The taste of him, the passion behind his kiss, overwhelmed my senses, yet I still wanted more.

Pushing against his chest was like trying to move a brick wall. I could feel his defined muscles flex beneath my palms, could feel the vibration of the animal-like sound that was climbing up his torso. I curled my nails into him, the impulsive action seeming to set him off. The next thing I knew, Big John was twisting a hand into my hair and pulling me onto his lap. The chair wasn’t conducive for what he obviously had in mind, and his frustration made itself known.

“Fuck,” he groaned, breathing heavily against my panting mouth. “I forgot where we were.” The hand in my hair loosened slightly, massaging now instead of yanking. His other hand had moved to my ass, squeezing and rubbing one cheek.

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Author Bio

Tory Richards is a fun-loving grandma who writes smut. Born in 1955 in the small town of Milo, Maine, she’s lived most of her life in Florida. Today she lives with her daughter and her family. She has her own woman-cave which she shares with four felines whose main goal in life is getting as much cat hair on everything that they can.

Penning stories by hand and then on manual typewriter at the age of thirteen, Tory was a closet writer until the encouragement of her family prompted her into submitting to a publisher. She’s been published since 2005, and has since retired from Disney to focus on family and writing.

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Guest Blogger Tory Richards, author of Phantom Riders MC Series

I am pleased and honored to welcome author Tory Richards to the blog today, sharing her Easter Memories with us!  Check out her Easter Memories and don’t forget to read about how to claim a free e-book from her.  Thank you so much for joining us today Tory!

Easter Memories

When I was growing up Easter Sunday was all about dressing up and going to church, and the big Easter baskets of candy waiting for my sister and me when we got home. I remember one year Lois and I were snooping around in my dad’s closet and found them early. We kind of knew there was no Easter bunny after that but we never told dad that we’d found the baskets.

My first experience of making up an Easter basket from scratch came on my daughter’s first Easter. I’d grown up receiving the store bought ready-made baskets, so really had no clue what I was doing. We bought all the stuff. I added that plastic grass in the bottom and then proceeded to toss all the candy in without removing them from the original packaging. Now, my husband, the eldest of ten children, took one look at what I’d done and burst out laughing. Since his parents couldn’t afford the ready-made baskets from the store for all those kids, he had plenty of experience in fixing up an Easter basket. It looked much nicer after he opened the jellybeans and candy coated eggs and spread them all around the grass.

This Easter is the forth I’ve had to face without Earl, my soul-mate of seventeen years. I always took the day off from work so we could spent the holiday together, a quiet day that included phone calls to family as the house filled up with the mouth-watering aroma of the ham in the oven. It was our holiday and I looked forward to it every year. Now I have my grandkids to share it with.

I hope everyone has a wonderful Easter holiday, no matter how you celebrate it, and please share a favorite memory with us in the comments.
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Wild Marauders MC – Lynch

Dark Menace MC – Stone

Phantom Riders MC – Hawk

Three erotic biker romances

Three hot outlaws

Wild Marauders MC – Lynch

His life is chaos and danger. Her life is safe and ordinary. When a prospect kidnaps Kat thinking that she’s a doctor, she finds herself under the protection of the club president. Their attraction is instant and hot and it isn’t long before they’re burning up the sheets. But when she steals his Harley to escape Lynch has no choice but to follow club rules and deal out punishment. Tempers erupt, passions explode, and punishment becomes the sweetest ecstasy! 

Dark Menace MC – Stone

Rachel offers herself to Stone, the president of an outlaw motorcycle club, as collateral for her family’s debt, and becomes the target of a rival club. Wildman, president of the Red Devils, wants her, but so does Stone–and he’ll do whatever it takes to protect her from the evil bastard who calls himself her step-father.

Phantom Riders MC – Hawk

Ultimate betrayal leaves Hawk, the president of an outlaw motorcycle club, distrustful and hating women. He only wants them for one thing now, and once he’s satisfied his animal urges he casts them aside without a second thought. But then Audra shows up, threatening his club and his way of life, and Hawk has to decide to turn the sexy, pint-sized package of trouble loose, or claim her for his own

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Author Bio

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Tory Richards is a fun-loving grandma who writes smut. Born in 1955 in the small town of Milo, Maine, she’s lived most of her life in Florida. Today she lives with her daughter and her family. She has her own woman-cave which she shares with four felines whose main goal in life is getting as much cat hair on everything that they can.

Penning stories by hand and then on manual typewriter at the age of thirteen, Tory was a closet writer until the encouragement of her family prompted her into submitting to a publisher. She’s been published since 2005, and has since retired from Disney to focus on family and writing. 

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New Release – Phantom Riders MC: Hawk by Tory Richards

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Happy Release Day Tory Richards!!!

Blurb:

Ultimate betrayal leaves Hawk, the president of an outlaw motorcycle club, distrustful and hating women. He only wants them for one thing now, and once he’s satisfied his animal urges he casts them aside without a second thought. But then Audra shows up, threatening his club and his way of life, and Hawk has to decide to turn the sexy, pint-sized package of trouble loose, or claim her for his own.

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Excerpt:

I quickly scooted out of the booth, realizing Hawk was right behind me. Before I could question him, he grabbed my arm and proceeded to jerk me in the direction leading to the back of the bar. I glanced around the bar wildly, but I didn’t see Dane’s men anywhere.

“They left, but they’ll be back.” We entered a dark hallway and halfway down he stopped us at a door. I expected him to knock, but he lifted his leg and kicked the door in, causing the occupants in the room to scream out in fear. “Out!” he snarled.

I barely had time to acknowledge the naked couple before they snatched up their strewn about clothes and rushed past us. As the man passed me I recognized him as one of Hawk’s men. We made eye contact long enough for him to wink at me. Once they cleared the threshold, Hawk pulled me inside and slammed the door behind him.

“Take your clothes off.”

“What?”

“Take your clothes off.”

I know my jaw dropped at his demand. When I realized that he meant it I began to back up, slowly shaking my head. “You’re crazy!” I whispered sharply.

“Take your fuckin’ clothes off!” So far he hadn’t moved from his spot, yet I’d backed up until my back was against the wall. “Those men knew how to find you, which means there’s a bug on you somewhere.”

I tried to decipher what he was saying, but my brain wouldn’t wrap around the words that he thought I had a bug on me. He took a menacing step toward me, and that was all I needed to do what he wanted. Strangely, I wasn’t afraid of Hawk, only of what having his hands on me would make me feel. I was attracted to him in a strange way that left me feeling confused. Maybe it was because I knew that he wasn’t attracted to me.

I quickly removed my hoodie and handed it to him, kicking off my shoes at the same time. As Hawk began going over it, I unzipped and rolled down my jeans. I’d reached for the bottom of my t-shirt when a memory slammed into me.

“Just a minute.” I waited for him to look at me. “There’s no way there can be a bug in these clothes because they aren’t mine. I took them from a dryer in the laundromat.”

He hesitated for only a second. “I want everything.”

Deciding not to argue with him, I removed my t-shirt and threw it at him. He caught it to his chest and I swear I saw the tiniest curve of his mouth showing amusement at my irritation. He examined my clothes thoroughly, finding nothing, as I’d expected. Then he turned those dark eyes on me, running his gaze up and down my body, missing nothing.

Everything,” he demanded. “Or did you borrow your underwear, too?”

No, the underwear I had on were mine. An expensive, sexy, thong and bra set Dane had purchased for me from Victoria’s Secret. The way Hawk’s gaze moved over me turned me on when it shouldn’t have. I was no stick figure, my short height gave me curves I’d spent half my adult life hiding, until I’d realized that some men liked meat on their women. The coffee eyes on me now revealed that Hawk was no exception.

I swung around and reached up to unhook my bra, hearing Hawk’s hiss. Tossing the bra to him, I waited, unsure if I would be able to remove my thong. This was silly because my entire backside was completely naked to him in that moment. I pulled it down, catching another hiss from Hawk when I bent slightly to work it over my knees and down my legs. I tossed it over my shoulder in his direction. Completely nude, I reached for the top sheet on the bed before facing him again.

“Satisfied?” I nearly swallowed my tongue when I saw that he had my thong in his hands. There was no way a bug could be hidden in that tiny, see-through thing.

Hawk’s expression was savage. Something strong and basic controlled him. He reminded me of a bronze statue, solid and powerfully intimidating. I was a prisoner, held captive by the intensity in his eyes. Slowly his hand moved upward to his face, pausing right beneath his nose. His nostrils flared and his eyes closed as he crushed the bunched thong and inhaled deeply.

Ohmygod, I’d never seen anything so compelling, so erotic. Lust slammed through me, flushing heat over my whole body. I held my breath and watched as his eyes opened slowly, lazily, revealing the truth. He was as turned-on as I was. No, scratch that—he was ravenous!

“Toss me your shoes.”

What? Was I reading him all wrong, seeing something I only wanted to see? But then everything I’d learned during my short acquaintance with Hawk came back to the surface, reminding me that he ignored his emotions and his body’s cravings. I didn’t think that he was afraid of letting go, he didn’t strike me as a weak man, but as someone who thrived on absolute total control. That made him very dangerous.

I grabbed my Valentino sneakers and tossed them to him. He caught them with one hand. He examined them thoroughly, frowning when he came to the pyramid studs decorating the side. One of them appeared to be loose and with little effort he was able to remove it. He held it up for me to see but I had no idea what he wanted me to acknowledge.

“It’s decoration.”

He shook his head. “It’s GPS.”

Author Bio:

Tory Richards is a fun-loving grandma who writes smut. Born in 1955 in the small town of Milo, Maine, she’s lived most of her life in Florida. Today she lives with her daughter and her family. She has her own woman-cave which she shares with four felines and lots of cat hair.

Penning stories by hand and then on manual typewriter at the age of thirteen, Tory was a closet writer until the encouragement of her family prompted her into submitting to a publisher. She’s been published since 2005, and has since retired from Disney to focus on family and writing.

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