Teaser Tuesday – Seduction

With only one teaser Tuesday left before PREACHER MAN releases to the masses on June 26 I thought I’d share this little bit with Ruby fighting her attraction to the dirty biker.

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Seduction and flirtation used to be her sport, her recreational play time, there was no cheesy line she hadn’t mocked and she knew every trick in the book for a man to get into her pants, but she’d been off her game for a while now. Hadn’t wanted to, more to the truth. As though something had gone from inside her, that hunting instinct of flirting with a pretty face, of sharing hot kisses and maybe more, but she felt it stir to life didn’t she… for him. That tiny little tickle of her thighs, the belly clench when she saw him, oh yeah, stirred awake alright. Dammit. She shouldn’t flirt or want to kiss that outlaw again, he was too cocksure, and would probably play the game better. Not when she knew he was bad news. The fuck ‘em and leave ‘em type. Bikers were notorious with their reputations for fucking, him more than most since he never hid what he was.
Still, she was attracted. Couldn’t help it.
No one is better than me at flirting. But that same little voice acknowledged this guy was so high on the food chain he had his own off-menu. She’d watched him for months prowl around the bar, looking for things to fuck and find them he did, so easily. He was friendly with it, that’s what threw her, none of the waitresses ever called him a bad name, the opposite, in fact, vying for his attention like he was Ryan Reynolds post-Deadpool. From what she could tell, the jerk wasn’t so jerky, and still, she hastened to guess he was not the guy to flirt with.
“Why is it a pity?” From the way her pussy clenched she was going to regret asking as he smiled and cocked his head to the side licking the very corner of his lip. Did he know the effect that had on her?
“I only tasted you once, Ruby, and already I want more. It shouldn’t have stopped at one kiss. You should invite me in and I’ll show you how much you’ll love me putting you on your knees.” He got right in her face like he was making to kiss her again and dammit she’d let him. Every bone melted in preparation for his mouth to attack, to take and plunder, already tasting him.
Oh, shit. She really would let him kiss her right here out in the street, maybe put her on her knees as he said. Her belly pitched forward, she was so wet she could feel it dampen her panties. “Fuck. Look at you, Ruby. I didn’t know how much you’d want it. I hoped as much as me. You’re hot, aren’t you? Aching? Tell me. Let me make it better,” he only touched her lightly, low on the waist but she felt branded by a hot poker. His fingers didn’t grip and yet she was in his grasp as hard as if he’d clicked handcuffs around her wrists.
Some sea swept shit was happening in her belly.
Unused feelings all came rushing over her, swamping her. She’d never felt this overpowered by desire and thirst before, for lack of a better word. Ruby took three measured small inhalations before she felt like she could speak past the heady intoxicated excitement nestled in her chest.
Fuck love. Love hurt and controlled. But chemistry? That she could deal with. And she was feeling a whole lot of that sweet smell between them.
“Look, it was just a stupid kiss, no need to make a big deal out of it. You enjoyed it, and so did I.”
His fingers tightened on her waist then, dug in, she almost whimpered.

 

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PREACHER MAN: Cover Reveal and Synopsis.

Release Date to be announced!

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SYNOPSIS:

Preacher could be called many things; Son, brother, friend, road captain, veteran, and
charming Manwhore..

He owned his title until he wanted a particular feisty woman to take him seriously,
and then all bets were off, he’d play dirty to win her.

Having seen the Lothario outlaw in action,
Ruby wasn’t encouraged to act on the attraction to his alpha-good looks.
With selfish family draining her financially,
Ruby’s life was tumultuous at best, with no room for the kind of pleasure
she knew she’d get from Preacher.
But asking God for help, did it really come from the dirty-mouthed biker?

No bad men, no troublemakers,
and absolutely no bikers.
This was Ruby’s rule.
But one perfect night, no strings attached, with Preacher?

He fought for his country and lost his heart. Preacher came back from war a changed man,
recognizing the same loneliness in Ruby.
Drawn to her, to her dark fantasies, he wants it all, at any cost.

Sometimes all it takes is love to begin to heal because
Fate has a way of intervening where headstrong soulmates are concerned.

Disclaimer: Intended for 18+ due to the extreme sexy times between two consenting crazy in lust adults.

 

PREACHER MAN : Soundtrack

I wish I could be that writer who has complex music playlists that make absolute sense to each story. I’m not that organised, I listened to anything and everything while I wrote Dirty Salvation. I joked that I listened to Build me up Buttercup while I wrote that murder scene, and while I probably didn’t listen to that exact song, it wouldn’t have been far wrong from something dance-poppy and very un-murdery-muse like. I’ve never needed that muse of background noise to inspire the words.

But, having said that, two songs have stood out throughout the process of Preacher Man, and I kept coming back to them time and again as I wrote the more relationship driven scenes that just fit my two leads from the tone and the lyrics, so I thought for those who do love music to go along with their books, I would share the two songs.

They should hopefully make a lot of sense when you read Preacher and Ruby.

Maroon 5 – It was Always You.

Julia Michaels – Issues.

 

Saturday Teaser from the upcoming Preacher Man

Do you remember the first kiss to knock your socks off? Ruby does. Here’s an unedited sneak peek into RS’s road captain Preacher’s first kiss with Ruby.

Preacher Man is book two in the Renegade Souls MC Romance Saga series coming Soon!

You can add it to your TBR here on Goodreads:

 

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Disclaimer: Picture found on the interwebz and edited.

She all but scowled at him. What in the good hell had that been, shoving her behind him like he expected the big bad ogres to gobble her up? Really? The man was crazy. She’d seen worse than a few drunk men. “I have perfectly good working legs, Preacher man. You all but threw me over your shoulder, frightened I might smile at your buddies? god, forbid. You can relax, I don’t go with bikers.”

His entire body swerved. A mass of muscle towering over her, keeping her locked into the side of the bar. “Is that so, beautiful?” his voice said he was about to prove her wrong. She sighed and waited for it, the glint of his green eyes backed up his unspoken claim.

Why did she keep saying these things, she already pegged he was competitive.

“No, I take it back. I want to do them all. Line them all for me.” she clapped like he was her manservant. Preacher laughed, the noise had the desired effect and tingled between her legs. “I’ll start with the handsome blonde one in the blue T-shirt, he looked like a Hollywood movie star researching a role; When bikers go rogue. A smash hit for 2018.”

He brought his stare to hers. His mouth curved with the hint of a grin. “Pretty-boy will like that if I ever told him, which I’m not.”

“You’re making him forbidden? don’t you know what means to a woman? you did it now, he’s looking mighty good, move out of my way, let me go work my siren song on mister Hollywood.” she joked but he still towered in her path stopping her from moving.

His head came down so they were eye-to-eye.

How could he look like a straight up axe-murderer and an underwear model at the same time? by rights he shouldn’t appeal to her, he wasn’t classically beautiful, his face had white scars, skin tanned from too much sun and he had lines under his eyes like he wasn’t sleeping much, but, Jesus in heaven, he appealed on that primary most obvious level of she was very much attracted to this man.

And that pissed her off.

Bikers were off limits.

Dangerous men were a no-go.

And Preacher, the notorious thinks with his dick man, he was all the bad decisions a woman could ever make and a lifetime of regret all wrapped up in a six foot six rock hard package.

He didn’t get the earlier message, not from the way he moved or gazed hungrily down at her, eyes glinting. One finger reached out, he gave her enough time to reject the touch, he really did. Ruby just stood there stunned, braced to be touched by him. And when it came, a stroke down her cheekbone, subtle, barely there and over in a second she let go on the air trapped in her nervous lungs.

“Don’t you feel it, beautiful, when we touch, doesn’t it shift something in you?”

Woah.

He stepped further into her space sucking all the oxygen out of the atmosphere.

“Dammit, Preacher. You can’t say that.”

“You don’t know how badly I want to fuck your mouth with mine.”

“I don’t even like you…” Weak. Lame. Lies. It was all she had to offer because she feared if given the choice right then and there she’d spend her rent money on one kiss. Just to see how good it would be.

“Then, you better throw out a protest while you can, because I’m three seconds away and you’re reaching up on your toes…”

Was she?

Fuck. She was. Too late. His mouth crashed down on hers, he swallowed her gasp and took the moment of her surprise to slip his tongue inside.

After that any feeble attempt at a protest died with his amazing taste filling her mouth, corralling her in its web and enticing her to fuck his mouth back.

She did. Until she ran out of oxygen.

Hot grabby kisses. Kisses to stain her soul.

Preacher was a good foot taller than her, Ruby was encased by him, helped along by the grip on the top of her arms pulling her higher on her toes so he could take more of her lips, she helped sucking on his lower one until he groaned, her arms wound around his shoulders doing some of her own dragging.

Just this.

Just a little more.

Allowing herself to ride the intoxicated sensation until her blood fizzled threatening to explode like a volcano. How could she assume he wouldn’t be very good at kissing?

The man was a kissing master.

Sending her crazy. Making her crave like never before. It was a throb.

A desperate ache began in her belly, blooming outwards, reaching all corners and god, he pushed her into a wall and if it was possible he kissed her deeper, all tongue and teeth working in tandem until her body was a ball of flames controlled solely by him.

“Preacher. Wait..wait. Hold it.”

“No. Kiss me.” He groaned licking over her tongue.

Oh god. Yes. That.

She loved tongue in kissing. If it was done right and some men needed to go back to square one, what with the thrusting and the slurping. Preacher was a damn tongue maestro.

Hard. Slow. Just how she guessed he wanted to fuck her.

When they parted it was only because air had become a necessary need. His hands bracketed her neck, holding her steady, his mouth taking nips.

He invaded her mouth with a forcefulness that was completely out of line and yet she leaned into him, opened her lips and moaned the second his tongue was in contact with hers. It was an odd sensation, a stirring in her belly, like excitement and dread all mashed into one amalgamation of lust. He didn’t give her time to think before he swooped and plundered and how sexy is that, that tiny part of her that is submissive and wants to be dominated takes over, grabs his shirt and she enjoyed the kiss of the century.

It suggested forbidden.

It should be wrong.

He’s everything she’d avoided and should continue to swerve. She’d seen him casually screw countless women for god’s sake, recognizes clearly he’s trying to make her number nine billion in that list.

She couldn’t stop kissing him. His mouth was skilled, moving this way, that way, dipping to deepen, backing off to nibble, but always keeping strong contact. Her lips were swollen.

Kiss swelled by Preacher. Now there’s a poster slogan.

In any case Ruby did go on kissing him, her fingers clutched the front of his shirt, he was so damn tall her neck was almost broken with the awkward angle, his taste is explosive, strong, masculine with a hint of mint in the background, he tasted so damn good she practically purred for more of his tongue stroking hers, he laughed against her lips.

The sound sexy as hell.

Her core clenched hard enough she practically orgasmed where she stood. His fingers trailed to the base of her spine where she was sensitive, not many men knew that about her, but he seemed to hone in on that spot, drawing circles, making her melt into a feline purr against his tongue.

She’d thought kissing a man with a beard would be ghastly, not pleasant.

It was the complete opposite. He kept his goatee part of his facial hair trimmed close to the skin, and it was silky soft as though he tended to it like a garden.

The man was sexy as the devil himself.

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Book One: Dirty Salvation.

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