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They live and ride by their own rules.
These are the Raven Riders…
Raven Riders Motorcycle Club President Dare Kenyon rides hard and values loyalty above all else. He’ll do anything to protect the brotherhood of bikers—the only family he’s got—as well as those who can’t defend themselves. So when mistrustful Haven Randall lands on the club’s doorstep scared that she’s being hunted, Dare takes her in, swears to keep her safe, and pushes to learn the secrets overshadowing her pretty smile.
Haven fled from years of abuse at the hands of her criminal father and is suspicious of any man’s promises, including those of the darkly sexy and overwhelmingly intense Ravens’ leader. But as the powerful attraction between them flares to life, Dare pushes her boundaries and tempts her to want things she never thought she could.
The past never dies without a fight, but Dare Kenyon’s never backed down before…
I
am thrilled to be reading another amazing book from Laura Kaye and even though
the Hard Ink series is over, this book Hard Ride is a new spin off series about
the Raven Riders Motorcycle Club. Now before I tell you about this book I want
to tell you that this Motorcycle club is not a lawless club that most MC
romances are based on, but the idea for Raven Riders protection mission style
club is styled after a real life organization called BACA (Bikers Against Child
Abuse), please read the acknowledgement section at the end of the story for
more details.
In
the Hard Ink series Two other women were found locked up in the strip club and
the Raven Riders took them for their protection; this is one of the Ladies
stories.
The
past 3 weeks of Haven Randell's life have been traumatic to say the least! From
finally escaping her fathers evil clutches, only to be captured by the Church
street gang and then rescued and sent to
a motorcycle club house and they are trying to help her and her friend Cora
(whom escaped with her) start a new life…but Haven is not sure she wants to
leave as now she has met Dare Kenyon, but with the threat of her father over
her head she may have no choice.
I
simply LOVED this book! Oh my goodness I think I have read this book from cover
to cover 3 times since I received it in my greedy little hands! I think this
protection based MC club is inspired and such a refreshing change for those of
us who read MC Romance books. The writing is superb, the storyline is mind
blowing and the characters, well I honestly don't think there is a member of
the Raven Riders whom I don't love! Haven is such a sweet, loving character
whom has had such a a hard life but some how manages to fight for the people
she loves and protects them too. Dare is SUCH an amazing character and I can
see why Haven fell for him, as he is the total opposite of everything Haven has
experienced in her life. I am honestly desperate for Cora's story and really
any of the Raven's books…because it really THAT GOOD!
I
give Ride Hard 5 stars! Though it deserves so many more!!
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So much better out here,” Haven said, the night air cool against the tingling warmth of her skin.
Although she was pretty sure that not all of the heat burning through her insides was from the
alcohol—her unusual flirtatiousness and closeness to Dare over the past half hour had made her
desperate with a heat that had nothing to do with her drinking game.
She walked to the railing and leaned against it, chuckling a little at herself for needing the
support it offered. She felt so damn free, and it was a heady, exhilarating thing.
“What’s funny?” Dare asked, settling a hip against the railing right beside her. Arms crossed, jaw
ticking with tension, dark eyes blazing, he was staring at her like he wanted to reprimand her or
devour her. Oddly, neither alarmed her the way she would’ve expected it to.
Haven shook her head, leaning it back and letting her gaze float over the night sky. Blurry points
of light swam in the moonlit heavens. It was beautiful and peaceful despite the pounding bass
beat of music thumping from inside the clubhouse. “Not funny, just good. Happy, you know?
Being able to do something a little . . . scary, but knowing I’d be safe doing it.” When Dare’s
gaze narrowed, she shrugged. “I don’t know.”
A long moment passed before Dare finally spoke. “You are safe here, Haven. Never doubt it.”
Peering up at him, she nodded, all kinds of words sitting on the tip of her tongue, challenging her
to let them fly. “It’s weird feeling safe—or at least safer—after a lifetime of not. It makes me
want to try things I could never let myself try before. It makes me . . .” She shook her head and
dipped her chin.
Dare stepped closer, his thighs coming up against her hip. He lifted her chin and made her look
at him. The contact combined with the command in the gesture lanced white-hot desire through
her veins. “Makes you what?”
“Want to feel alive,” she whispered, her heart suddenly racing in her chest.
Dare’s jaw ticked again as his gaze swept over her face. She didn’t think she was imagining the
raw emotion pouring off of him and wrapping around her, but she wasn’t sure if she was reading
that emotion right or projecting her own desire onto him.
“Do you feel alive, Dare?” she asked, the alcohol flowing through her and the night spinning
around her like she was walking through a dream.
“Jesus,” he bit out.
The rough desperation in his voice made her wet between her legs. “Just once,” she whispered,
not sure what she was asking him for.
But he seemed to know. Because his hand was suddenly tangled in her hair and his mouth was
suddenly on hers, claiming, probing, tasting. Haven moaned and parted her lips, inviting him
deeper.
Although she was pretty sure that not all of the heat burning through her insides was from the
alcohol—her unusual flirtatiousness and closeness to Dare over the past half hour had made her
desperate with a heat that had nothing to do with her drinking game.
She walked to the railing and leaned against it, chuckling a little at herself for needing the
support it offered. She felt so damn free, and it was a heady, exhilarating thing.
“What’s funny?” Dare asked, settling a hip against the railing right beside her. Arms crossed, jaw
ticking with tension, dark eyes blazing, he was staring at her like he wanted to reprimand her or
devour her. Oddly, neither alarmed her the way she would’ve expected it to.
Haven shook her head, leaning it back and letting her gaze float over the night sky. Blurry points
of light swam in the moonlit heavens. It was beautiful and peaceful despite the pounding bass
beat of music thumping from inside the clubhouse. “Not funny, just good. Happy, you know?
Being able to do something a little . . . scary, but knowing I’d be safe doing it.” When Dare’s
gaze narrowed, she shrugged. “I don’t know.”
A long moment passed before Dare finally spoke. “You are safe here, Haven. Never doubt it.”
Peering up at him, she nodded, all kinds of words sitting on the tip of her tongue, challenging her
to let them fly. “It’s weird feeling safe—or at least safer—after a lifetime of not. It makes me
want to try things I could never let myself try before. It makes me . . .” She shook her head and
dipped her chin.
Dare stepped closer, his thighs coming up against her hip. He lifted her chin and made her look
at him. The contact combined with the command in the gesture lanced white-hot desire through
her veins. “Makes you what?”
“Want to feel alive,” she whispered, her heart suddenly racing in her chest.
Dare’s jaw ticked again as his gaze swept over her face. She didn’t think she was imagining the
raw emotion pouring off of him and wrapping around her, but she wasn’t sure if she was reading
that emotion right or projecting her own desire onto him.
“Do you feel alive, Dare?” she asked, the alcohol flowing through her and the night spinning
around her like she was walking through a dream.
“Jesus,” he bit out.
The rough desperation in his voice made her wet between her legs. “Just once,” she whispered,
not sure what she was asking him for.
But he seemed to know. Because his hand was suddenly tangled in her hair and his mouth was
suddenly on hers, claiming, probing, tasting. Haven moaned and parted her lips, inviting him
deeper.
Thank you so much! ~Jessica, InkSlinger PR
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