Book: Leather for Two
Author: Rhonda Lee Carve
Genre: Contemporary Romance/MC
Synopsis
Brotherhood or love. Blaze canât have both.
Rena Rose belongs to Diesel, the leader of the Wings of Steel Motorcycle Club. However, her heart secretly belongs to Blaze Donavon, Dieselâs right hand man and friend.
One night, when boundaries slip, Blaze professes his feelings to Rena in a heated moment of passion. They break the rules of the club, and what is so wrong feels so right. They both realize there is little hope for them being together. Blaze lives and breathes MC. And Rena wants out.
Diesel canât keep his fly zipped, and when Blaze finds his friend with another woman, all hell breaks loose and Blazeâs secret love for Rena is exposed in a violent twist of fate. Diesel is dangerous and Blaze would do anything to keep Rena safe, even if staying away from her is the only way.
Now, three years after leaving the club, Rena is working as a first grade teacher and life is stable, comfortable, exactly how she wants to keep it.
Blaze shows up at her door with horrific newsâ¦Diesel is deadâmurdered in cold blood. But bad news isnât the only thing on Blazeâs mind. Feelings resurface as they face evil. Is the real enemy an outsider, or an internal tug of war within Rena?
Thrown into a web of lies and deceit, Rena and Blaze scramble to find the secret to Dieselâs murder. With Agent Peterson of the Federal A.T.F. breathing down their necks, the pressure continues to rise, as well as the heat between Rena and Blaze.
The only problemâ¦. who else is watching them? And will Blaze make the right choiceâbrotherhood or love?
Excerpt
âI canât allow you to do this to me.â
âWhat, sweetheart?â he whispered.
âMake me lose all sanity. I donât want this again.â
âYour eyes tell me something very different,â he whispered. His breath swept across my cheek. âI think you want me to take you to places youâve never been.â
âMy eyes are telling you to fucââ
He pressed his finger against my lips. âTsk, tsk, schoolteacher. What vile language you have.â His eyes sparkled. âDonât make me put you over my knee and spank you.â His words held promise and my toes curled. The thought of his hand on my bare ass did pleasant and naughty things to my secret places.
I could only stare. My eyes filled with tears and my body awakened from years of being in a comatose state. His talent of disorienting me never ceased to amaze me. Why could no man erupt such a powerful force within me as Blaze could? I understood the influence he had on me, my body. He could drag me down a heated path of uncertainty and Iâd go willingly.
He threaded his fingers into my hair and the clip snapped, a lot like the unlocking of the gates guarding my heart. The locks fell to my shoulders and across his tanned arm. I noticed the tattoo of a cross wound in ivy. I looked closer and my mouth fell open. âBlaze, my name, itâs in the tattoo.â My heart beat so loud it vibrated my eardrums.
âYes. I got it after you left. Two of my favorite things. You and faith.â
I couldnât hold my emotion any longer.
âAww, now. Donât cry, baby. If I see tears, Iâll have to lick them away, one by one, and I donât think I could stop there. Iâve been dreaming of tasting all of you.â
I jerked and tried closing my legs, but he stayed between them. He moved deeper, spreading my hips wider. His belt buckle rubbed my inner thighs, exploding a burning need in my core. I pushed the heel of my hands into his chest. I wanted to be angry. I wanted to fight the urgency within meâthe driving desire pushing me to let myself fall into him. The boundaries were slipping. âIâve never wanted anything as much as I want to give in.â The cloud of desire welcomed me, enclosing me in its warmth and comfort.
âRemember when I told you how I wanted to sink myself deep into you? To hear you call my name. I wanted you to rip your nails into my skin and mark your territory, just as you marked my soul with your sweet love. Iâve thought about it over and overâthought about the things I could have done differently. And now, Iâm lost. Iâm brainwashed in your fucking heat, Rena. I want to ease this torture in my body.â
The moment turned tense. âIâm sure youâve had plenty of help easing the strain behind your zipper.â I hated my bitter words that sounded like jealousy. I was jealous. I hated knowing another woman touched him, brought him pleasure. I squeezed my hands into fists, dragging the leather material of his cut between my fingers.
âIâm glad to see youâre still green-eyed with jealousy.â He winked.
âYouâre a pig!â I pounded his chest, but not hard. Not enough to send him backward. I didnât want him going anywhere.
He grabbed my wrists and held them easily in one hand, tight against his chest. He lowered his face so close that our noses touched. âThereâs nothing to keep us apart now. You know why I came. And youâre glad Iâm here.â
âWhat do you want?â The words slipped through my trembling lips. Would he kiss me?
âThe same thing you want. What is that, baby? Say itâ¦â
âIâve always been weak when it came to you. My body wants your touch, but my mind is screaming that this canât happen. I canât go back.â
He dropped his free hand to my knee and slowly moved his fingers along the quivering flesh between our bodies. My crease throbbed and an irrefutable craving built inside of me. I knew it had always been there and he only disturbed it from the caveâuncovered it like a hidden treasure chest that Iâd buried long ago. His fingers moved to the elastic of my panties, rolling the wide pad of a finger along the seam. I knew I should make him stop. He would if I asked, but for the life of me, I wanted more. I wanted him inside of me. âDo you like this, sweetheart?â
âYessss!â I relaxed my muscles. Parts of me stirred alive. Fire lapped at my veins. I opened my knees wider, gyrating the apex of my thighs against the bulge in his jeans. Tingles moved at the pace of thick molasses through my secret parts until spasms took over. His finger continued creating havoc on the pearl nested in my pussy lips. A tremor scorched through my muscles and I squeezed my legs around his sides while deep moans slipped from my lips. I tucked my face into his shoulder as heat washed over my skin.
âBefore long I will have you in my bed. Wet and pleading for me to put out the fire consuming your intoxicating body. But it wonât happen now, not until your mind and body are on the same page. I want more than a fuck.â
Author Bio
At an early, Rhonda fell in love with romance novels, knowing one day sheâd write her own love story. Life took a short detour, but when the story ideas would no longer be contained, she decided to dive in and write. Her first rough draft was on a dirty napkin she found buried in her car. Eventually, she ran out of napkins. With baby on one hip and laptop on the other, she made a dream into realityâone word at a time.
Her specialty is men who love to get their hands dirty and women who are smart, strong and flawed. She loves writing about the everyday hero.
When Rhonda isn't crafting sizzling manuscripts, you will find her busy editing novels, blogging, juggling kids and animals (too many to name), dreaming of a beach house and keeping romance alive. Oh, and drinking lots of coffee to keep up with her characters.
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