Love at First Sight by Tory Richards – FREE BOOK GIVEAWAY

Long and Short Reviews welcomes Tory Richards who is celebrating the recent release of Ruthless, the first book in her Nomad Outlaws Trilogy. As a special gift, Tory is giving all of our readers a free copy of Phantom Riders MC – Hawk, the first book in her Phantom Riders Trilogy. See below for details.

Love at First Sight

Do you believe in love at first sight? I believe in lust at first sight, but love, that’s a whole other emotion. It takes time, work; compromise and the ability to overlook flaws, we all have them, to grow to love someone. When I first met Earl, at a church dance no less, I felt an instant connection. As if we’d known each other in another life. Okay, I see you rolling your eyes out there, but it’s true. There was just something about him, and I knew he was going to be an important person in my life.

Our relationship grew slowly, which is probably why we had seventeen years together before he passed. We dated and got to know each other, traveled, met each other’s families and friends, and in time our feelings grew into love. The kind of love that can destroy you when that other person is gone from you. I remember telling him once that I knew he was going to hurt me, and he did. Not in the physical sense, but when he passed away. This March will be six years.

Love at first sight? I’m sure exists. Some of my characters fall into instant love. But not the characters in RUTHLESS. I wouldn’t even say it’s instant lust, although there is a strong attraction between them. I think it’s more about survival for them. RUTHLESS is my newest MC romance release, and book 1 of my Nomad Outlaws Trilogy. It’s a standalone, and does NOT end in a cliffhanger.

Four years ago Rebel ruined Ginger by claiming her to keep them both alive, and then she disappeared. Bike Week at Daytona Beach brings them back together. He’s a dangerous nomad. A ruthless killer. But he’s her addiction, and she’s his. Can they keep the past where it belongs and move forward, or is it too late?

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I grabbed Ginger by the hand and pulled her out of the room, down the hall and to the bathroom. Her resistance was futile, her fear unimportant. I knew what I had to do, and if she were smart, she’d realize it, too. If she wanted to live. I opened the bathroom door and yanked her inside, thanking f**k that I found it empty. It was filthy, but better than nothing, and it had a shower that everyone used when they felt the need to be clean, which wasn’t often.

Ginger spun around when I shut the door, the look of a trapped animal in her pretty blues. I ignored her growing terror, steeling myself for what I had to do. Even behind closed doors I had to make it real, had to be convincing that I was an unfeeling bastard. I saw her swallow, could see her tits rising and falling rapidly as the fear of the unknown overwhelmed her. She was expecting the worst, preparing herself to do whatever she had to do to survive.

“Take off your clothes.” I kept my tone harsh, indifferent to her growing panic.

She shook her head vigorously and stepped back, slamming hard against the cracked porcelain sink. A nervous cry escaped her, and her eyes were wild as she took in her surroundings and realized that there was no escape. Her gaze touched on the door behind me before meeting my eyes.

“Please‒”

“Take off your f**king clothes,” I said in an uncaring, demanding tone. “You’re filthy, and not in a way that gets my dick hard. Now undress.” I removed my cut and the t-shirt beneath it. “In fact, I think I’ll join you.” Her eyes nearly popped out of her head at that. “If you’re not undressed by the time I’m out of my clothes, you won’t like the consequences.” I kicked off my boots as my hands went to the front of my pants.

About the Author: Tory Richards is a fun-loving grandma who writes smut with a plot. Born in 1955 in the small town of Milo, Maine, she’s lived most of her life in Florida, where she went to school, married, and raised her daughter. For many years life got in the way of her dreams. She’s been published since 2005, and has since retired from Disney to focus on family, friends, travel and writing.

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Giveaway!

I would like to gift all of you with an ebook copy of Phantom Riders MC – Hawk, book 1 in the Phantom Riders MC Trilogy. The other two books in the trilogy are: No Mercy and What He Wants. If you have any trouble please contact me. Thanks and enjoy!

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LASR Anniversary Scavenger Hunt: The Sentinels by Tory Richards


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As the president of the Sentinels MC Tanner his hands full. It’s Daytona Beach Bike Week and Daytona is his town. Then trouble by the name of Ruby rolls in, pretty, sassy, and with enough curves to tempt a saint. Well, Tanner isn’t a saint, and she’s his kind of gal, except his onetime f**k only rule isn’t for girls like Ruby. But then, aren’t rules made to be broken?

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The One That Got Away by Tory Richards – Guest Blog and Free Short Story

Long and Short Reviews welcomes Tory Richards who is celebrating the recent release of The Sentinels by Tory Richards.

The One That Got Away

I’m talking about thee one. The one person from your past that pops up occasionally in your mind. The one you still dream about and wake up feeling sad and lonely for. The person you hear about on and off through the years, maybe even see occasionally with their spouse, and think to yourself that that person (their spouse) is living what could have been your life. I think most of us have that one person that when you were with them at the time it just wasn’t your time to be together. You go your separate ways for whatever reason but then wonder as the years go by what it would have been like if things had worked out differently.

That someone for me was a boy I’d met during the summer I spent in Maine with my dad. I’d lived in Florida at the time and my dad sent me an airline ticket. So I got to spend three months in a place that has to this day remained where my heart is. The boy I’d met that summer was a little older than me, but we were both fairly innocent. We spent a lot of time together, lying on a blanket beneath the stars, just talking, walking down to the corner ice cream stand. Every chance we got we found a way to be together. Before the end of the summer we shared one, little kiss.

Then I had to fly back to Florida, and he went into the navy. We wrote each other for two years until he met a girl and got married. That summer was forty-seven years ago, and because his family and my family come from the same small town the connection has kept him in my life in a very distant way. Yet I still have the occasional dream of him, and wake feeling as if I’ve lost something.

Weird, huh? Can anyone relate?

Now I’d like to move on and shamelessly plug my newest release, and gift everyone with a free short story! Here are the specifics, let me know if you have any trouble claiming “Dirty Surrender””

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As the president of the Sentinels MC Tanner his hands full. It’s Daytona Beach Bike Week and Daytona is his town. Then trouble by the name of Ruby rolls in, pretty, sassy, and with enough curves to tempt a saint. Well, Tanner isn’t a saint, and she’s his kind of gal, except his onetime only rule isn’t for girls like Ruby. But then, aren’t rules made to be broken?

Enjoy an Excerpt

I heard the distant sound of what I thought was thunder, until it grew closer and I realized that it was actually the rumble of motorcycles coming our way. I expected them to ride on past us, but when they slowed and pulled up behind Pops’ truck I straightened nervously. They weren’t just weekend bikers, I could tell that immediately by the way they were dressed and the air of danger that they exuded. The six men belonged to an honest to goodness motorcycle club, and their worn, leather cuts were decked out in colorful patches and name tags.

They looked serious, and mean as hell. As I watched them climb off their large bikes and slowly approach us, I added big and handsome to their description. I glanced at Pops, looking for a sign that he knew these bikers. If he didn’t, I was going back to my car to retrieve my baseball bat out of the back seat. He just smiled and gave me a wink.

What was I worried about, anyway? We were on a busy public highway. I took a deep breath, smiled, and said in my usual, cheery tone, “Hi, boys.”

I couldn’t tell where their eyes were focused, since they were all wearing dark sunglasses. The man who appeared to be the leader, the hunk wearing the president’s patch, came to a stop a couple of feet away from us. I began to feel self-conscious of my clinging, wet clothes, especially when I felt my nipples turn hard against my thin tee. I crossed my arms, but the quirk of the man’s lips told me that it hadn’t been fast enough.

Jerk!

“You pickin’ up strays now, Pops?”

Ohmygod! The deep, gravelly tone of his voice was sexy as hell, and it did something quirky to my core. The man wasn’t too bad on the eyes, either. He was taller than most, his sun-tanned skin pulled taut over his super hot muscles. He oozed dominance, and the clunky silver rings on his fingers screamed that they were his backup.

“’Bout damn time you got here,” Pops grumbled, pushing away from his truck. “And be nice to cutie, here, she stopped to help, and fed me, too.”

“Cutie?”

Now I knew that his eyes were full on me, and I could tell by the tilt of his head that he was looking me up and down, as if he had the right to. I didn’t like his intimidation tactics, even if his presence was having an unexpected affect on my lady bits, something I’m sure he was accustomed to when it came to the opposite sex. The devil in me prompted me to lower my arms and slap my hands on my curvy hips in a move that I knew was challenging. A big mistake, I knew, when his sexy mouth turned up at both corners.

“Looks like a drowned rat to me.” The bikers behind him laughed.

“Flattery will get you nowhere,” I responded sarcastically, meeting what I thought were his eyes. I turned my attention back to Pops, putting my hand on his thin shoulder. “Now that your boy is here, I’ll be on my way. It was nice meeting you.” I glanced back at the group of bikers. “Goodbye, boys.” I gave them a wave, eager to be on my way.

“Baby–” The sound of his growly voice made me stop in my tracks to look back at him. “You call me a boy again, and I’ll be only too happy to show you that I’m a man.”

About the Author: Tory Richards is a fun-loving grandma who writes smut. Born in 1955 in the small town of Milo, Maine, she’s lived most of her life in Florida. Today she lives with her daughter and her family. She has her own woman-cave which she shares with four felines whose main goal in life is getting as much cat hair on everything that they can.

Penning stories by hand and then on manual typewriter at the age of thirteen, Tory was a closet writer until the encouragement of her family prompted her into submitting to a publisher. She’s been published since 2005, and has since retired from Disney to focus on family and writing.

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Winter Blogfest: Tory Richards

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This post is part of Long and Short’s Review Winter Blogfest. Leave a comment for a chance to win an Amazon GC for $10..

Santa Clause

Since I’m pretty sure that no one young enough to still believe in Santa Clause would read this post I thought I’d be safe with the topic. I remember when my daughter first asked me if there was a Santa Clause, and I’d replied by asking her if she believed in him. When she’d answered yes, I told her that was all that mattered. I knew that eventually she’d find out; though I hadn’t counted on her very own aunt telling her there was no Santa while she was only in first grade.

Well, now her daughter knows there’s no Santa Clause and that mommy and daddy are the ones who buy all those gifts. Funny, but my daughter and I were just talking about it the other day. Alivia is ten and I asked Michelle if she thought it was funny that Alivia still believed in Santa. Low and behold a week later Alivia comes home from school and asks her mom about it. Apparently one of her friends told her there was no Santa. Michelle told Alivia the truth, but asked her not to tell her five-year-old brother. Yeah, we’ll see how long that lasts.

The news that there was no Santa Clause hit Alivia hard. After all she’d firmly believed in him, and the traditions around him. I mean, Ernie the Elf visits us every year right after Thanksgiving. I’m sure her little mind is thinking about the tooth fairy and Easter bunny, too. It was time for her to learn the truth, but a sad time, too. A little of her innocence is gone now.

However, she didn’t miss an opportunity the other day when she told her mom that she wants a hoverboard. Michelle said there was no way she was going to buy her a $300 hoverboard for Christmas so Alivia said, “Fine, I’ll just ask Santa.” Lol

I hope that all of you who celebrate Christmas have a wonderful and safe holiday! Thanks for letting me visit with you today. I hope that you’ll take a moment to check out my next big release, which comes out the end of this month. Pre-order is available at Amazon.

Club trouble won’t keep Rock from bringing his son and Allie home.

Rock’s the VP of Phantom Riders MC. Dangerous. Unpredictable. Ruthless. A killer who’ll stop at nothing to keep what’s his. And he wants Allie and their son.

Allie had given Rock her virginity, and then ran away when she got pregnant. Seven years later he shows up at her door, demanding his son, and claiming her.

About the Author: Tory Richards is a fun-loving grandma who writes smut. Born in 1955 in the small town of Milo, Maine, she’s lived most of her life in Florida. Today she lives with her daughter and her family. She has her own woman-cave which she shares with four felines whose main goal in life is getting as much cat hair on everything that they can.
Penning stories by hand and then on manual typewriter at the age of thirteen, Tory was a closet writer until the encouragement of her family prompted her into submitting to a publisher. She’s been published since 2005, and has since retired from Disney to focus on family and writing.

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Two Kinds of Writers by Tory Richards – Guest Blog and Free Book

Long and Short Reviews welcomes Tory Richards.

Two Kinds of Writers
Let me stress from the beginning that this is my personal opinion and comes from my thoughts based on posts I’ve recently read on social media. I’m sure there are writers out there who would argue with my comment that there are two kinds of writers out there. I’m not talking about fiction or nonfiction. I’m not talking about genres. I’m talking about the reasons behind why we write.

I have always said that I write for me. I’ve always looked at writing as a hobby, a kind of therapy if you will. I’ve been doing it since I was ten, starting on notebook paper before graduating on a manual typewriter, electric one a few years later, and finally the computer. Technology has made writing so much easier and I’d be the first one to confess that I wouldn’t be published today if it didn’t exist.

I write because I’m breathing. I am part of everything that I have written. I enjoy sharing my stories, and yes, I enjoy every little royalty check, but that’s not why I write. I write because it’s my passion. If it became a job I probably wouldn’t write another word.

That brings me to what I believe to be the second kind of writer, the writer who wants to earn a living at it. There’s nothing wrong with that, and I applause the authors who have been able to do that. It’s a handful compared to all the published authors out there. Stephen King, Nora Roberts, JK Rowling and Jackie Collins to name a few. Their success seems beyond reach for most of us, and it probably is. Yet some aspire to reach those levels. It’s an ambitious endeavor that takes time and commitment.

Time and commitment, and let’s face it, a lot of luck. I’m just having fun at it but I wish all those writers out there who’d like to quit that day job and make a living out of it the best of luck.

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To piggyback on what I’m having fun at I’d like to talk about my latest release, His Possession. It released in May, and is an erotic, biker romance.

6_2 tory book cover Raze is a member of the Wreckers MC, sentenced to life for a crime he didn’t commit, all because of the damning words of his best friend’s little sister. New evidence surfaces, proving him innocent, and once he’s released he’s determined to find the woman responsible. It doesn’t matter that they had history, doesn’t matter that he’s wanted her for the better part of a decade. Rosa’s betrayal had cost him three years of freedom, and he wants retribution.

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Once inside the small kitchen I went to the cupboard, where I knew the fucking booze was kept. I grabbed the first bottle of unopened whisky and started to reach for a glass before deciding that I didn’t need it. I needed more than a fucking shot to fuel me for what I wanted to do to Rosa. I couldn’t let her get to me. I wouldn’t. We may never have acted on our feelings for each other, but we both had known they were there.

Well, the time for acknowledgement had fucking lapsed. Her betrayal had sealed her fate, and I was ready to make her pay. I downed about three shots worth, letting the raw burn settle in my gut and fuel my hate. Running the back of my hand across my mouth, I headed for the bedroom where Rosa was locked up, thinking about her pretty face as she’d sat on the stand condemning me, hearing again her tearful words as she’d sworn that I had done the killing, and recalling the silent plea in her eyes as she’d stared at me. I’d understood then that she didn’t believe what she was saying, yet it hadn’t stopped her from lying.

I came to her door, turned the lock, and opened it. Rosa turned from the window she’d been staring out of, tear tracks lining her smooth, olive-toned cheeks. Even in her disheveled state she was fucking beautiful. Her midnight hair was shiny and half tumbling down to her shoulders. I let my gaze wander lazily down her full curves, taking in the slight changes that had occurred since I’d seen her last. She was soft and ripe, and I was going to devour her.

She took a hesitant step toward me. “How many men have you fucked, Rosa?” I asked from the doorway. My question startled her, and she halted abruptly. I could see the confusion shimmering in her eyes. Her brows furrowed. Those sweet, full lips parted as she opened her mouth to answer, but nothing came out.

“How many men have been between your legs in the last three years?” I snarled, baring my teeth. She stepped back against the window in fear.

She began to shake her head. “No one,” she whispered. “There’s been no one since—”

“I was locked up?”

Tears swelled in her fucking eyes. “Raze, I’m so sorry—”

“No!” I was on her before she could finish. “You don’t fuckin’ get to say sorry, as if that will make it all go away,” I gritted into her upraised face, upraised because my hand was in her hair, pulling her head back so that she was forced to look into my eyes. I could so easily snap her neck if I wanted to. “Three fucking years, Rosa. For three fucking years your lies kept me behind bars, kept me from my club.” I swung her around and crushed her against the window, moving my mouth next to her ear. “Kept me from fucking.”

Keeping her pinned, I reached for the zipper at the top of her dress and pulled it all the way down her back. When it stopped at the top of her luscious ass I took the parted material in my hands and ripped it the rest of the way open until her whole fucking backside was exposed. I ignored her gasp, taking in the smooth slopes of her rounded ass, naked because of the thong she had on. Lust slammed into me like a freight train at the sight of all that curvy flesh. I wanted to squeeze it until she was branded with the imprint of my hand, leaving no doubt as to who she fucking belonged to.

How many times over the last decade had I imagined fucking Rosa?

“Then I guess we’re both overdo, “I grated into her ear.

About the Author: 6_2 tory author page
Tory Richards is a fun-loving grandma who writes smut. Born in 1955 in the small town of Milo, Maine, she’s lived most of her life in Florida. Today she lives with her daughter and her family. She has her own woman-cave which she shares with four felines whose main goal in life is getting as much cat hair onto everything that they can.

Penning stories by hand and then on manual typewriter at the age of thirteen, Tory was a closet writer until the encouragement of her family prompted her into submitting to a publisher. She’s been published since 2005, and has since retired from Disney where she can focus on family, traveling, and life in general.

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Winter Blogfest: Holiday Reflections by Tory Richards

This post is part of Long and Short Reviews Winter Blogfest. Leave a comment for a chance to win a $10 Amazon GC.

Holiday Reflections
With the holiday season upon us, and I near my 60th birthday, I’ve begun to reflect on my past Thanksgiving and Christmas’s as I was growing up. The excitement around the holidays, the traditions, some of which have continued through the years. The sadness of those who used to share the holidays with me and have now passed on.

One of my earlier memories is of my dad and me going into the woods in search of the perfect little Christmas tree. Everything was white with snow and so cold and I remember we were weighted down with boots, heavy clothes, hats, scarves and gloves. We settled on a four foot tree, hardly worth the effort but that memory has always stayed with me and given me a sense of warmth and peace during the holidays.

Thanksgiving, which is my favorite holiday, brings back memories of spending time with my mom and step-dad, sister and niece. Even though we lived within 5 minutes of each other, there was always something special about that day. For once our schedules were conducive to us all be under the same roof at the same time. Mom would spend a week baking pies, cookies and homemade bread. Her cornbread dressing and giblet gravy was the best! My sister learned how to make her dressing, while I adopted the sausage bread dressing from my mother-in-law. The aromas that greeted me when first entering my parent’s house, the smiling faces and excitement of the kids, and ton of food, kept all of us satisfied as we spent the day reminiscing about our year.

Times change and over the years I’ve lost my dad and mom but my little family still has our traditions that bring us all together. Spouses and grandkids have come along. Though we can’t make it work on Christmas day, we do still get together for Thanksgiving. I’m in charge of the turkey and homemade dressing, while my daughter and niece split up the other table must-haves. The girls, the grandkids, and I still have our special before Christmas get together every year to enjoy dinner and open up our gifts to one another.

Traditions might change over the years because people move away, or pass away, but you learn to adapt and make new ones that work for everyone. I hope everyone has a safe and happy holiday season!

Did you know that I have a holiday romance out? A Soldier’s Promise takes place during Thanksgiving, and Christmas, at a snowy Vermont farm where a large family has gathered to celebrate. The romance is between a Marine home on leave, and his brother’s young widow, a woman he’s been in love with for years. They struggle with their feelings for one another, while trying to keep a promise they made to the same man.

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Keeping promises is important to Ryan, but keeping his promise to his younger brother David will be hard. David’s final wish is for Ryan to watch over his wife and daughter, but Ryan’s been in love with Shannon for years. This holiday season, Ryan will learn he can keep his promise and still have his heart’s desire.

About the Author: Tory Richards is a fun-loving grandma who writes smut. Born in 1955 in the small town of Milo, Maine, she’s lived most of her life in Florida. Today she lives with her daughter and her family. She has her own woman-cave which she shares with four felines whose main goal in life is getting as much cat hair on everything that they can.

Penning stories by hand and then on manual typewriter at the age of thirteen, Tory was a closet writer until the encouragement of her family prompted her into submitting to a publisher. She’s been published since 2005, and has since retired from Disney to focus on family and writing.

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#LASR_Anniv Dark Menace MC Stone by Tory Richards

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Dark MenanceRachel offers herself to Stone, the president of an outlaw motorcycle club, as collateral for her family’s debt, and becomes the target of a rival motorcycle club. Wildman, president of the Red Devils, wants her, but so does Stone–and he’ll do whatever it takes to protect her from the evil bastard who calls himself her step-father.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Tory Richards is a fun-loving grandma who writes smut. Born in 1955 in the small town of Milo, Maine, she’s lived most of her life in Florida. Today she lives with her daughter and her family. She has her own woman-cave which she shares with four felines whose main goal in life is getting as much cat hair on everything that they can.

Penning stories by hand and then on manual typewriter at the age of thirteen, Tory was a closet writer until the encouragement of her family prompted her into submitting to a publisher. She’s been published since 2005, and has since retired from Disney to focus on family and writing.

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Fiction by Tory Richards – Guest Blog and Giveaway

A special welcome to our friend Tory Richards who is visiting us today.  Her newest release, Wild Marauders, is released today.  See how you can receive a free ebook below– trust me, it’s easy-peasy!

Fiction

 According to the Webster online dictionary (http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/fiction) fiction means: written stories about people and events that are not real: literature that tells stories which are imagined by the writer: something that is not true. Why am I defining fiction? Because so many reviews that I’ve read lately clearly show the reader has forgotten what fiction is.

I’ve been doing a lot of reading, for research, but before I get the book I check out the 1&2 star reviews. What I found is that the reader leaving that low rating, unflattering review has forgotten what fiction is. Comments such as, ‘so unbelievable’, ‘that could never happen’, and ‘I know that’s not true because—’ stick out in my mind. I feel bad for the author, and I find myself saying, but it’s FICTION!

So people please, remember that when you’re leaving a review, anything can happen in fiction. It’s the writer’s imagination at work.

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I refer to myself as the grandma who writes smut. I knew from an early age that I wanted to be a writer when I grew up, but real life got in the way including raising a daughter and working a real job to pay real bills. Though writing remained a hobby for me, I wasn’t able to devote the time I needed to make it go any further. It wasn’t until my grown daughter and niece encouraged me to pursue my options about getting published.

I was born in Maine but have lived most of my life in Florida. Three years ago I retired from Disney, sold my house, and moved in with my daughter and her family. I have my own woman-cave, complete with four cats, where I can now write as much as I want to. I devote my free time to family, friends, and writing.

Now I’d like to move on and give you some information about my newest release. For anyone who leaves a comment with their email addy I will send you a coupon for a free ebook. Offer ends one month from the date of this post.

 

1_15 Wild Mauraders 400x600His life is filled with danger and chaos. Her life is quiet and ordinary. When they meet nothing is the same!

When a prospect kidnaps Kat thinking she’s a doctor, Kat finds herself under the protection of the club’s president. Lynch likes Kat’s spunk and full curves but when she steals his Harley to escape he has no choice but to follow club rules and deal out punishment. Tempers erupt between them, passions explode, and punishment becomes the sweetest ecstasy!

 

 

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The woman in question was still on the ground, unwittingly bringing attention to her large tits as she lay on her backside panting. Her wild blonde hair was half-up, half-down, and with a huff she brushed it out of her face and eyes, which were shooting daggers of blue lightning up at us. When my gaze returned to hers, she had enough fury in her eyes to damn me to hell and back. If she recognized me she didn’t show it.

I shouldn’t have, but I smiled.

She got to her feet on her own steam and headed straight for Chicken. “You dumb shit! I couldn’t breathe!” It was clear that she was going to hit him, which just wouldn’t do. No one hit a brother, even a prospect, and got away with it. Chicken actually took a step back, producing laughter from Wizard and Tank. It was clear her attack had caught him by surprise. “You could have killed me!”

Just as she raised her hands to hit him I stepped forward and wrapped an arm around her waist hauling her off her feet and back against me. I immediately noticed the difference between her and the skinny whores that hung around club. Thicker waist, curvier hips, and right now her fleshy ass was rubbing against me, and any time I had something this sweet against my dick I got hard.

“Who the hell is in charge here?” she snapped, digging her nails into my arm and struggling wildly, obviously too angry to appreciate her situation. “Kidnapping is against the law, you jerks!” She tried to pull my arm from around her waist, throwing her head back with purpose.

She wasn’t scared, just mad as hell.

LINKS:

Amazon – http://www.amazon.com/Wild-Marauders-MC-Tory-Richards-ebook/dp/B00R253314/ref=asap_B002DBFNUQ?ie=UTF8

Smashwords – https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/502192

Tory Richards Website/Blog – http://www.toryrichards.com

 

LASR Anniversary: Tory Richards – Guest Blog and Giveaway

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Summer Fun

I have to be honest, summer is not my favorite time of year, but I know a lot of people, especially here in Florida, love the summer, and the summer heat. They enjoy spending time at the beach, basking in hundred degree temperatures while the sun slowly cooks them from the outside in.

My daughter and her family will make several trips to the beach during the summer. They’ll pack a picnic lunch, lots of drinks, and frozen wash clothes. Of course the kids have the typical beach toys to play with as neither one will go into the water. The blanket my daughter packs to sit on is a beautiful handmade quilt my mom made years ago. I believe the only reason it hasn’t been borrowed is because one of them is always around or on it. I keep waiting for the day when she comes home to say their beach blanket has disappeared.

I actually love the beach, but from inside an air conditioned room facing the beautiful view of the ocean, or sitting on a balcony, there’s usually a breeze. I even like walking along the beach, in early morning or right before dark. Once we rented a four wheeler and rode up and down the beach along the edge of the water. I like picking up shells, and getting my feet wet. The sand and salt water is actually very good for your feet.

Remember back in the day when you were allowed to park on all the beaches? Wasn’t easy finding a parking place, was it. I can recall many times when my parents had to squeeze in between two vehicles. A simpler time before there was a law or regulation for everything. In those days everyone went into the water and jumped the waves. We didn’t just sun bathe. When you live in Florida during the summer anything you do that involves getting wet is good.

Summer fun seems to happen out of doors. Bike riding, hiking, swimming, going on fun vacations because the weather is usually good, horseback riding, fishing, family reunions. There’s a lot you can do for summer fun. It’s not all about the beach. When I was a kid summer fun for me was being out of school, and going to the lake with friends and on family vacations like Six Flags over Georgia, Lion Country Safari and Weeki Wachee Springs.

There is one summer fun activity I can think of doing when you’re stuck inside because of the weather or something else beyond your control. Reading! You can go on an exotic vacation in a book. Get lost in a Paris romance, or the arms of an Alaskan looking for a bride…in Alaska of course. Your reading choices are endless!

What’s your favorite summer fun memory? Everyone who leaves an answer with your email addy will be entered for a chance at a free download of Kiss Me! A full-length contemporary romance originally released at Whiskey Creek Press as Cupid’s Arrow, and on their best sellers list for two months.

I recently published my first series, Serve and Submit. Five short, erotic, stand alone stories where each hero serves the public in some way. Meet a cop in Pulled Over, fireman in On Fire, undercover agent in Under Cover, Marine in Party Time and a Navy SEAL in Lovers. All are available at Amazon and Smashwords and you can read them in any order.

What’s next for Tory Richards?
Wicked Desire – 9/1/2014 (re-release of the same title)

Maggie’s running from a dangerous ex-husband, and one of the most crime infested neighborhoods in Maine. Matt’s running away, too, hoping a new beginning in a small town will help him get on with his life without the woman he loves.

Trouble seems to follow Maggie, and as the small town sheriff Matt has his hands full. Their attraction to one another only complicates things and as passion explodes between them Maggie’s ex shows up, threatening their happiness and both their lives.

tory richardsWhat starts out as a normal afternoon drive home for Sunny turns into a steamy encounter between her and a hot cop after she’s pulled over for an expired tag, and burned-out taillight. She can’t afford a ticket. What’s a girl to do?

About the Author:Tory Richards is living the life! Retired from Disney, living with her daughter, son-in-law and two grandchildren, writing whenever she wants, she has the best of all worlds. She’s devoted to her family, they always come first, but writing is her life-long passion.

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Winter Blogfest: Tory Richards

It’s That Time of Year!

How many times a year do you hear that? The beginning of the school year, during the cold and flu season, tax time? Right now, it’s that time of year! The holiday season, Christmas is almost upon us and we’re all scrambling to put up the tree, decorations, buy the perfect gift for our loved ones, and prepare the perfect meal. I don’t know about you but since we have turkey for Thanksgiving we usually eat a different meat for Christmas, and this year it will be ham.

Christmas was big in our house when I was growing up. My sister and I made out like bandits, as our parents spoiled us with everything we asked for. Being only a year, apart Lois and I would get a lot of identical gifts, too. Our parents were determined there would be no fighting. But there was always that one special gift that set us apart, and one year she got a TV and I got an electric typewriter.

I was in heaven! Graduating from a manual typewriter where the words often looked fuzzy and you had to use that smelly old carbon paper. Running out of ink was the worst, if you were a writer because you know it went fast. The electric typewriter had issues, too, but at the time, it was a big improvement. Course, nothing beats the computer! I swear if computers hadn’t been invented, I wouldn’t be a published author today.

So getting back to, it’s that time of year. Christmas. A time for parties and renewing friendships, catching up with family members, relationships, and love. Which brings me to The Promise, an erotic holiday romance between a marine on leave, and his brother’s widow. It takes place at a farm in Vermont, where the family has gathered to celebrate. One random commenter will receive a download of The Promise, so please make sure you answer the following question in the comment section, and leave your email addy.

Question: What’s the most cherished Christmas gift you received as a child?

tory richards thepromiseThe Promise burb – Keeping promises is important to Ryan, but keeping his promise to his younger brother David will be hard. David’s final wish is for Ryan to watch over his wife and daughter, but Ryan’s been in love with Shannon for years. This holiday season, Ryan will learn he can keep his promise and still have his heart’s desire.

 

 

The Promise excerpt –

Just as she stepped off the bottom step, she heard a noise at the front door. She hesitated, unsure what to do. Who could be visiting at this hour? Just when she expected to hear a knock, she heard something else instead. A key was being inserted into the lock, and right before her startled eyes, she watched the knob turn and the door open. Her gaze landed on a pair of army boots and slowly traveled upward, taking in the muscular body in military fatigues. Her mouth dropped open in shock.

Ohmygod! Ryan had come home!

He appeared just as startled as she was. Halting in the threshold as their eyes meet, his rugged expression carved in granite. Only his eyes, those piercing blue orbs, showed any sign of life, if you could call it that. Shannon had a feeling that Ryan Hayes didn’t reveal any emotions that weren’t hardened by years of combat. For a moment, she thought he wasn’t going to speak and half expected him to back out and leave.

“Do you mind if I come in?” His deep voice was just as Shannon remembered. “It’s damn cold out here.”

For the first time she realized she was blocking his way. Swallowing, she stepped back enough for him to enter and close the door behind him. He dropped a large army bag on the floor by his feet, and shook off the snow onto the floor mat. All the while keeping his eyes trained on Shannon, as though she were the enemy. She took a nervous step further into the foyer, directly into the soft glow of the lamp that had been left on in the living room.

Ryan looked just like he did the last time she saw him. Big and tall, cloaked in that attitude of quiet strength he seemed to possess. His black hair cut in military fashion and suited his strong, square boned face. Though sporting a tiny scar over his left eyebrow and another, bigger one halfway down his left cheek he was still a handsome man. He eluded danger in practically every move he made, every glance. His eyes dropped, running over Shannon rapidly, making her painfully aware of her disheveled state.

She refused to reach up and smooth her hair back, knowing that it would do no good. The tiniest quirk on his full, sensuous mouth revealed he found her condition amusing. Quickly, his lips thinned almost menacingly when his gaze narrowed on her breasts. It was then that Shannon reached up and pulled her ruined blouse together where the buttons had come off. She finally found her voice.

“Welcome home, Ryan.”

“Where is everyone?” His tone seemed hard, gruff, more commanding than inquiring. He slipped off his jacket and hung it on a peg on the back of the door, and then bent to slip off his boots.

“Mom went to bed with a headache. Sheila must be putting the kids to bed. The rest won’t get here until tomorrow night.” Shannon couldn’t help but notice the quick glance he shot her way when she called his mother mom. She watched quietly as he set his boots against the wall and stood, towering over her again.

“It’s just as well. I’m tired as hell and want to turn in early myself. But first, I want to find something to eat. I’m starved.” Closing the distance between them, Ryan halted when he reached Shannon. “Is that okay?”

Shannon felt a telltale heat rush up to her cheeks when she realized she was watching Ryan’s mouth form the words. What the heck was wrong with her? Jet lag, that’s what. She gave her head a little shake. She must be more tired than she thought. As his words became clear, it dawned on her that she was once again blocking his way.

“Oh! I’m, ah sorry.” Instead of moving to let him pass, she turned and began to walk in the direction of the kitchen. “I’ll be glad to fix you something to eat.”

“Thanks, but that won’t be necessary.” He was right on her heels.

“That’s okay.” Shannon pushed the kitchen door open and flipped on the light switch on the wall next to it. “Sheila put a plate for me in the oven and if I know her, she left enough for two. I don’t mind sharing.” Not waiting for Ryan to acknowledge her, Shannon took the potholders from the counter by the stove, opened the oven door and retrieved the plate. “Just as I thought.”

She turned and showed him the full plate of corn beef hash. But the expression on Ryan’s face almost made her drop it. Sweat had broken out on his forehead and he’d turned pale, his lips were thin as a muscle twitched in his jaw that had hardened in an effort to hold back that he was in obvious pain. Intense pain. He was clutching the island counter in the middle of the kitchen as if it alone was holding him upright. “Ryan!” Shannon set the plate down and rushed to his side. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

Links –

Liquid Silver Books: http://www.lsbooks.com/the-promise-p593.php

Tory Richards website: http://www.toryrichards.com/

Face book: https://www.facebook.com/authortoryrichards

Twitter: https://twitter.com/ToryRichards

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Tory-Richards/e/B002DBFNUQ/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1

Author bio –

Tory Richards often refers herself as the grandma who writes smut. But, she’s also a lot of other things, including a daughter, mother, aunt, sister, friend, and writer. She specializes in erotic romance, and has recently written her first erotic paranormal called The Mating Ritual. Tory is retired from Disney, and lives with her daughter, son-in-law, and two grandchildren, in Deltona, Florida. She spends her time between family, and writing.

Interesting facts, well, Tory likes to think so:

she was on a plane on 9/11

she met actor Charlton Heston

she once raced a car 110 miles an hour

she was a twin

she likes any kind of sandwich

Barnie’s Santa’s White Christmas Coffee is her favorite

she’s been to Alaska, and Europe

her favorite movie is Last of the Mohicans (Daniel Day-Lewis)

her favorite TV shows are Criminal Minds, Flashpoint, and Cold Case

she’s a syfy junkie

she was born in Maine