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Tuesday, March 7, 2017

Ride Hard by Laura Kaye - Book Review, Excerpt & Giveaway

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Review by Suze

Haven and her friend Cora escaped Haven's terrible life with a father who abused her and treated her as his property. They were rescued from the wrong hands by the Raven Riders Motorcycle Club. Haven isn't used to company and she's shy, but the leader of the club, Dare, manages to get her out of her shell a little. Dare offers Haven and her friend the protection they need. His club helps women in dire situations and maybe if he keeps telling himself Haven is one of the many women his club has been there for in the past years, he might actually start to believe it. Haven is a lot younger than he is and she's vulnerable, reasons he shouldn't like her the way he does, but can he stop it?

Haven is afraid of everything and wants to change that. She decides she should live, just like her vibrant friend Cora, and makes a list of the things she wants to do. With nicer clothes and newfound confidence she finally has the chance to feel free and happy. She's being hunted though and she doesn't know if she can ever escape her past. That's why she's going to make the most of the present. Dare is someone she can't stay away from, even if they can have just a short time together. Will she have a chance with this tough, but honorable man?

Ride Hard is a fascinating story. I immediately loved the Raven Riders. The men are strong, but they also have a gentle side. I liked the way they appreciate and share their food and how much they look out for each other. They rescue people who need assistance and Dare is a wonderful protective man and a good leader. I instantly liked him. He had a difficult childhood and I admired that he uses his bad experiences to do a lot of good by helping others in similar situations. Haven is one of the people he's taking care of and I loved their instant attraction. She's sweet and shy, but she's also passionate and knows what she wants. It was amazing to see her grow and find her true personality. I instantly liked the connection between Dare and Haven and thought they would be a fantastic match.

Ride Hard is an original story about a great motor cycle club and its members. Laura Kaye's setting is intriguing and she writes about her characters with empathy and love. I liked the age difference between Dare and Haven, it gives the story a unique angle. Laura Kaye's vivid descriptions of their personalities and feelings made it easy for me to understand them. I'm a big fan of stories about true love and Ride Hard is definitely a good one. Because of Haven's father the story is gripping as well as romantic, which kept making me curious. I read Ride Hard in one sitting and couldn't put it down. It's a terrific dynamic story.


If you love romantic stories about motor cycle clubs Ride Hard is a great choice.

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About Laura Kaye

Laura is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of thirty books in contemporary and erotic romance and romantic suspense, including the Hard Ink, Raven Riders, and Blasphemy series. Growing up, Laura’s large extended family believed in the supernatural, and family lore involving angels, ghosts, and evil-eye curses cemented in Laura a life-long fascination with storytelling and all things paranormal. She lives in Maryland with her husband and two daughters, and appreciates her view of the Chesapeake Bay every day.


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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.

Dare jerked back from her, his fingers rubbing roughly over his lips. “Fuck, I’m sorry.”

On instinct, Haven’s body pursued his, pinning his back to the railing. “Please don’t stop,” she said as her hands gripped his shoulders. She had the strongest urge to climb him, to wrap her legs around him, to grind against the hard bulge pressing electrically against her belly.

“Please,” she whispered, tilting her mouth toward his. “I liked it.”

Dare’s hand cupped the back of her head. “You’re killing me.”

“Dare,” she said, her body restless against his.

In a move that sent the world spinning, he flipped them around so that she was the one pinned against the railing. He pushed his legs between hers and leaned down over her, forcing her to arch her back, to yield, to open to him. “Tell me what you want from me. Say the words,” he said, his eyes absolutely on fire.

Her heart was a runaway train in her chest, frantic and picking up speed. The thought of giving voice to her desires was terrifying and thrilling and dizzying all at once.

“I want your mouth,” she said. The words sounded odder out loud than they had in her head, but they were more accurate than asking him to kiss her—because her mouth wasn’t the only place she wanted his.

“Jesus,” he rasped again, his mouth coming down on hers once more.

The whimper she released was part relief, part anticipation. It had been so long since she’d kissed someone that she felt a little uncertain, but Dare’s intensity barely allowed her the capacity to worry about it. He was like a dark storm bearing down on her, relentless, magnetic, all-consuming.

Rough callouses from his hands scratched against her cheeks as he guided her. Hard breaths spilled over her lips, and the wet slide of his tongue tasted like whiskey and desire and man. Her hands found the soft length of his hair, and her breasts pushed against the hard plane of his chest.

Then her lips were freed as his mouth slid over her skin—exploring her cheek, her jaw, her ear, her neck. He hiked her up to sit on the wide railing, the move surprising a gasp out of her, especially as he crowded the space between her legs, pushing himself closer, bringing his erection against the place between her legs craving friction, hardness, so much more of him. Maybe even all of him.

One strong arm wrapped around her back and held her steady, while the other hand stroked her hair, her face, her breast. The soft groans and breathy grunts spilling out of him were delicious and thrilling, and bolstered her confidence that she wasn’t the only one losing herself in this moment, in these touches. She almost couldn’t believe this was happening, and part of her was certain she must be dreaming. Because Haven Randall didn’t have beautiful things in her life. At least, never before.

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  1. This sounds like one of my favorite kind of stories to read.

  2. Thanks for the review and giveaway!