2014 RT Magazine Reviewer’s Choice Erotic Romance Nominee
Mayhem is a way of life for Avery. The last thing she needs is a complication like Kane. The medal-winning swimmer who comes to her rescue is the ultimate golden boy. Everything this woman from the wrong side of the tracks shouldn’t want and everything she can’t stop thinking about. But emotion—and vulnerability—are liabilities she can’t afford.
Kane can’t understand why he experiences such dark, forbidden and kinky desires when he is around Avery. But her touch sparks a hunger deep inside him, and unleashes an erotic discovery where pain becomes pleasure. Their uninhibited passion reveals Kane’s dominant nature.
As Avery submits to Kane, exploring boundaries and pushing limits, she discovers a life she never expected. The unlikely pair forge a bond so tight, their unyielding trust gives way to a love like no other. But Avery’s brothers—members of Oahu’s most notorious motorcycle club—have other plans. Now Avery is forced to make a decision where her loyalty resides—with her family or with a lover who brings peace to the chaos surrounding her.
Warning: Ignition point hits hard and fast for this Dom and sub as an Irishman discovers his delightful talent for breath control, spankings and clothespins. You may just want laundry day to come more often.
5 Stars & Top Pick ~ “You wouldn’t expect an epic love story to come out of a novel featuring an outlaw motorcycle club and an Olympic medalist, but that’s exactly what you get in RIDING IRISH.”
~ Delta, The Romance Reviews
4-1/2 Stars ~ “Riding Irish is an exceptional romance that weaves the beauty of Hawaiian living with the thrills of erotic play.”
~ Anna, RT Magazine (Oct 2014)
4 Flames ~ “Come ride along for the ride of your life with Kane and Avery as they push their limits and discovery the love they have for one another.”
~ Jacque, Jeep Diva Reviews
4 Stars ~ “The connection between Avery and Kane is intense. The sex scenes are blistering.”
~ VRainey, Night Owl Reviews
Breathless ~ The Corrs
Sin With A Grin ~ Shinedown
Freak Like Me ~ Halestorm
Hurricane ~ Thirty Seconds To Mars
Better Than I Know Myself ~ Adam Lambert
Naturally ~ Selena Gomez & The Scene
Miracle ~ Shinedown
Regret Not ~ All That Remains
Alibi ~ Thirty Seconds To Mars
Sound Of Madness ~ Shinedown
Don’t Shut ‘Em Down ~ Flogging Molly
Runaway ~ The Corrs
Call Me ~ Shinedown
Deal with the Devil ~ Pop Evil
Edge Of The Earth ~ Thirty Seconds To Mars
Copyright © SARA BROOKES, 2014
All Rights Reserved,
Loose Id Publishing
Everything about Avery was a complete contradiction to the type of woman Kane usually found himself spending time with. His girlfriends had always been calm and reserved. Wore frilly dresses and spiky heels. Spent hours doing whatever females did to their hair. They’d neatly hang up those dresses before sliding into bed with him.
They fucked as restrained as they lived. Hell, they didn’t even fuck. The word was probably too vulgar and harsh. Avery fucked with wild abandon, giving as much as she took. She was unapologetic and loud. Jesus, the sound of her voice when she’d come each time he’d shoved her over the edge last night had nearly undone him.
And he hadn’t even been inside her yet. What the hell was his state of mind going to be like when he finally buried himself in all that hot sweetness he’d only gotten a taste of?
She made him want to tear off her clothes, baring her to his gaze so he could stare at those glorious tits while he slammed inside her. Over and over. Losing himself in the sheer madness of their fucking.
Closing his eyes, relaxing as the hammock swayed in the gentle breeze, he let his mind wander. He imagined arriving at her house after a long day, seeing her emerge from the surf at sunset, the glowing rays of the sun glinting gold through her red tresses as she walked straight for him. He’d tell her she needed to be nude by the time she arrived at his feet, her mouth wet and hot as she dropped her knees to accept his straining cock. Order her to bring him right to brink, but never climax, just so he could bend her over the back of that tattered couch of hers and fill her cunt. Drive them both fast and furious, commanding her to come so he could feel the tight fist of her heat squeeze around him.
“Now that is a fantasy I better be a part of.”
His eyes popped open, found Avery standing a few feet away, leaning against the board she’d speared into the sand. A smile turned up one corner of her mouth. For a brief second, he feared he’d repeated the previous night and started trying to manhandle himself. Looking down, he found his hands were clutched around the rope, his knuckles white with tension.
“Yeah.” He licked his dry lips, wondering what the hell had brought on such thoughts. He didn’t normally think that way. So…feral and raw. “You were.”
“Gonna share?” Panic iced some of the heat curling through his gut. No way could he tell her what he’d been thinking—wishing. Needing. Wanting. Talk about deviant behavior.
Instead he grinned, releasing the weathered hemp rope to reach for her hand. “You are a bad influence on my self-control.”
“Bad influence is a matter of perception. I think I’m a pretty good influence on helping you express hidden desires. Embracing what gets you off makes getting off all the more enjoyable.”
She got him off. In more ways than one.
“Thought you were gonna go ride the waves for a few hours?”
“I was. Then I thought better of it because I decided I wanted to ride you instead.”