“Put me down,” I say again. “Then you can chase me.”
Because his beast loves that. And I love what happens when Gideon catches me.
Though they are the same man. This I know with a certainty through to my bones. They have the same heart, the same soul. Whatever the beast is, he’s not something that came from outside of Gideon. Instead it was a part of Gideon that was unleashed.
Still, the beast that he is never relinquishes me easily. This time he sets me on my feet for only a moment before he grips my waist and easily lifts me straight up into the air, thick muscles bulging in his shoulders and arms, my body dangling in front of him. Through a haze of arousal, I look down at those shining green eyes—and at that wolfish grin as he nuzzles the glistening curls between my thighs.
And he licks. And licks. And licks, his rough tongue slipping through my drenched folds and over my swollen clit, over and over, until I’m muffling my screams of ecstasy against my hands and writhing helplessly against him. Only after I come does he slowly lower me to my feet again, my legs trembling and aftershocks quaking through my body.
Then he growls against my ear, “Run, wife.”
I do, racing for our bedchamber—and I know he gives me a head start. Just as he often used to when we raced as children. But he doesn’t let me win.
Instead he catches me as I leap onto the bed, the beast in midair but it’s Gideon who comes down over me. I land on the mattress breathless and laughing…then moaning in sheer ecstasy when he spreads my thighs and his rigid cock pushes deep inside me, his thickness stretching the taut inner walls of my sheath.
“Gideon,” I breathe, and when he kisses me I taste my pussy on his tongue, taste the cold night and the moonlight and the feral fire that burns within his wild heart. My husband, my beast.
And in his arms is the place I’ll always call home.
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Turn the page for an excerpt from Faking It All, the newest release in the Hellfire Riders MC romance series…
Everything about me is fake…
I’m a small-town nobody named Olivia Burke, but I look exactly like a Hollywood somebody—that somebody being Keri Bishop, one of the most famous movie stars in the world. Now a threat against her life is going to change mine, freeing me and my little sister from my stepfather’s abusive control. All I have to do is pretend to be the actress until the danger is eliminated. I won’t even be in the public eye; I’ll be hidden away in a remote location owned by the Hellfire Riders—a motorcycle club hired by Keri’s husband to guard me—and under the personal protection of a sexy, lethal biker named Duke.
…except how fast I’m falling for him.
I can’t tell anyone who I really am—not even the man protecting me. His stormy gaze threatens to pierce the glamorous mask I’m wearing, but if Duke discovers the truth, I’ll destroy my chance to escape the hell I’ve been living in. Yet I don’t know how long I can keep this secret. Because Duke’s got demons of his own, and I’m desperate to soothe his tormented soul with my soft touch, with a lingering kiss. But I’m impersonating a married woman. And if I slip up even once, I risk losing everyone I love…
Starting with Duke, when he finds out how badly I’ve deceived him.
Faking It All is a completely standalone romance within the Hellfire Riders series. You don't need to have read the previous books in the series to enjoy this story.
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Excerpt from Faking It All
Olivia
My teeth are so white.
Whenever I catch a glimpse in a mirror, I have to stop myself from staring at how dazzlingly bright they are. Two days ago, I considered my teeth fairly white. Or at least ivory. But now they could light up a room—or a biker gang’s clubhouse, like the one I’m in now. I’m sitting at the bar facing a mirror and the flash of my teeth in the reflection keeps surprising me.
I thought my new eye color would be the hardest to get used to. Contact lenses have transformed my irises from hazel to Keri Bishop’s famous sky blue, but although the difference was startling at first, I’ve already become accustomed to that change.
But I can’t get over my teeth. Maybe it’s not because of how white they are, though. Maybe it’s because I can’t stop smiling.
Maybe because I’ve never had so much to smile about.
I shouldn’t be smiling. The threat to Keri Bishop’s life must be serious. Her husband, Ivan Tataurov, is spending a fortune to keep her safe—and that includes the small fortune he’s paying me to impersonate her.
Not that I’ll see a cent of that million dollars. But I don’t care.
I don’t care about the money or the suitcases full of designer clothes and shoes that I’ll keep when this is done. I don’t care about the jewelry—including the wedding and engagement rings adorning my finger—that I’ll be able to sell for another small fortune.
I care about the custody agreement that Ivan’s lawyers are drawing up—and I care about my stepfather’s promise to sign it as soon as I hand over the million dollars.
And finally, finally, I will take Erin and get as far away from him as we can.
Just the thought of escaping my stepfather fills me with so much emotion, so much relief and joy, that I’ll either laugh or cry. But crying would ruin the carefully applied makeup that subtly contours my nose and reshapes my eyes to more perfectly match Keri Bishop’s. So instead of crying, I’ve been smiling more than I should.
More than Keri should, considering the circumstances. And of course Ivan notices that I’m not playing my role.
His grim look immediately wipes away my smile. Softly I bite my bottom lip, trying to appear as a woman like Keri would appear at this moment, when a psycho stalker is bent on killing her. I don’t really know the details. But I know she loves Ivan, and he’s supposedly leaving her in the protection of these bikers so that he and his security team can hunt down the threat. So I should appear apprehensive—not particularly worried for my own life, because I’ve been assured the psycho won’t find me here—but terrified for Ivan. I should be clinging to him, milking every drop of emotion from these final moments together because I love him so desperately.
The truth is, though…I’m not a very good actor. I don’t think Ivan is, either.
I don’t really know what he is, aside from ruthlessly driven to protect his wife. Which is admirable. Beyond that, however, there’s not much information out there about him.
Not that he doesn’t show up on a Google search. He does. But every article and photo relates to Keri, not Ivan. Before they started dating—and before their marriage—he might as well not have existed. He owns a hotel and casino in Las Vegas, but an online search doesn’t reveal much else. Just that he’s a wealthy businessman.
A businessman I recognized when he showed up at my stepfather’s door five days ago. Nothing Keri Bishop does passes me by, though not by my choice. If she hits the gossip blogs or releases a new movie, half my customers at the diner will mention it at some point during my day. So when she got married, pictures of Ivan and the happy bride were constantly shoved into my face.
I used to amuse myself thinking that Ivan was kind of a lookalike, too, because in all of his photos there’s a strong resemblance to Alexander Skarsgård. That resemblance fades away in person. Not that I’ve seen the actor in person. But I don’t really think Ivan looks like Skarsgård anymore.
Instead Ivan has started to remind me of my stepfather. Not violent,
necessarily—Ivan’s not, as far as I’ve seen. But just that I feel safer when his attention is somewhere else. And I don’t ever want to find out what his reaction might be if I mess this up or if I cross him, because I have a feeling it won’t turn out so well for me.