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The Book
Just
one more can’t hurt…right?Re-belle-ious, free-spirited Lauren Renwick has decided it’s time to trade her wings for roots. That means no more bad boys, no more foolish choices. Yet when she’s stood up on New Year’s Eve, her resolution to stick to her Mama’s Rules for Dating weakens. Especially when she spots sex-in-leather-and-tattoos, Jackson Sullivan.
One look at Lauren, and Jackson is hell-bent on getting her on the back of his Harley and riding straight for his bed. Their night together is an erotic rush that has a new word popping up on his horizon—forever.
Lauren tries to convince herself he’s just one last fling to get bad boys out of her system, yet she finds herself falling hard and fast for a man with a stalker ex and a meddling Irish family. Plus, he has zero chance of passing her uptight parents’ inspection.
Jackson has Lauren’s back, but if she wants all of his heart, she’ll have to meet him halfway—by ditching rules that hold her prisoner, and learning to stand up for what she really wants.
Warning:
Contains several highly practical rules for dating—all of which will be broken
in the most wicked ways possible, thanks to a domineering alpha male who knows
what he wants and isn’t afraid to go after it...rules be damned.
Rule Breaker is available now!
Excerpt
By the pool
table were a bunch of rough-as-leather motorcycle riders, getting loud and
throwing down bets on the pool table. There were more than a couple of hookups
going on in the darkened corners with the occasional flash of flesh making an
appearance. Even though I was surprised by the blatant PDA, I also couldn’t
help but envy them. At least they had someone worth sweating with on New Year’s
Eve.
I
straightened my dress and glanced up, only to find the most beautiful man I’ve
ever seen walking straight toward me. His gaze was intense, and he was tall
with broad shoulders that ate up the space around him as he moved. His hair was
jet black and even with the poor lighting, I could tell it was glossy like
silk. I liked that it wasn’t too long or too short, and it had this sexy, messy
way about it, like he just rolled out of bed after having mind-blowing sex. I
couldn’t tell the color of his eyes, but I could still determine he had an
amazing mouth and a rugged face. Pure masculine beauty, wearing faded blue
jeans, a henley shirt that was snug enough to highlight his muscular frame, and
well-worn motorcycle boots.
Bad-boy sex
on legs.
Exactly the
kind of man I was trying to avoid those days.
He was
totally gorgeous and definitely intense, with the way he stared at me like a
gazelle on an open plain that was seconds away from being devoured. Nothing was
distracting him from getting from across the room right to me.
As he
approached where I was seated, he gave the bartender a quick chin lift. The
bartender reciprocated the manly greeting, poured a finger of whiskey in a
glass and handed it to him. I noticed that even when Mr. Sex on Legs reached
for his drink, he did it without taking his eyes off me for a second.
“Hey,” he
said with a voice as rough as gravel. “What’s your name?”
Oh sweet
Jesus, don’t tempt me with a rough-and-ready biker god who is on a
well-acquainted, knows-my-drink-without-asking basis with the bartender. Bad
enough he exuded sex and sin, which was my weakness. Definitely didn’t need a
man with Johnny Walker or Jim Beam riding on his back.
I gave him
a perfunctory glance. “Doesn’t matter my name. I’m not staying here long enough
for us to get acquainted.”
Two of his
fingers propped my chin up, forcing me to look at him. Damn it, he really was
the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. He had blue eyes. No, not just blue
eyes, but go-on-vacation-and-do-laps-in-the-warm-Caribbean-Ocean blue eyes. And
those eyes were scalding hot on me, burning me whole. And I knew that look. It
meant I needed to get out of there, fast, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to
escape the smoldering, hot-guy tractor beam that was pulling me in.
“Listen.” I
sighed, trying my hardest to pretend he had no effect on me. I backed my chin
away from his hand. “You are definitely a scrumptious treat, but I’m not
sampling tonight, if you get my meaning. Nothing personal.”
He threw
his head back and laughed loud and deep, the vibration humming through my body.
“Fuckin’
gorgeous and funny. Makes it even better.”
“Um.” I
stalled, feeling confused. “Makes what better?”
He looked
at me as if the answer were obvious. “The promise of you, babe.”
My Review
Rule Breaker pairs a Southern sweetheart with a badass biker for some seriously sexy times. Coming in at about one hundred pages, this is a quick erotic, contemporary romance that could bring a little spice to a quiet Friday night in.
Lauren is a Southern belle complete with old-fashioned, meddling parents who don't understand her artsy side. She's going it alone in the city, trying to make a life for herself that will stick when her boyfriend of six months dumps her for his ex. Ugh, right? I loved the way this book starts. Lauren's got problems but she's still woman enough to go out on New Year's Eve on her own. She's dressed to kill, she's angry and upset but she's not beaten. This girl has sass, and I loved that.
What frustrated me about this book is Jackson. He sounds sexy - with his badboy biker looks and his bar-owning, and dirty talk. But what really made it hard for me read this book is how domineering Jackson. If you love your alpha men in bed and *out,* then I suspect Jackson is going to hit that sweet spot. He doesn't beat around the bush, he makes plans and declarations and sees no reason for any dissent. He doesn't respect that Lauren deserves the opportunity to make a choice, even if he suspects what her answer will be. He just bulldozes right through. That drove me nuts. I wanted her to deck him more than once.
Despite my misgivings about Jackson, the book is quite well-written. The sex scenes are stellar, and Jackson is definitely attentive. These two have good foreplay-banter, which is a big plus. I also really liked Lauren's friends, who seemed like good people and made it feel like she's really created a home for herself away from her family.
last but not least, I absolutely adore the cover for this book. It's one of my favourite shots for contemporary romance. I love that sleeve tattoo, the shirts riding up, and that it's all in black and white, which ties into Lauren's art in the book. Very, very nice!
The Bottom Line:
Lauren is a Southern belle complete with old-fashioned, meddling parents who don't understand her artsy side. She's going it alone in the city, trying to make a life for herself that will stick when her boyfriend of six months dumps her for his ex. Ugh, right? I loved the way this book starts. Lauren's got problems but she's still woman enough to go out on New Year's Eve on her own. She's dressed to kill, she's angry and upset but she's not beaten. This girl has sass, and I loved that.
What frustrated me about this book is Jackson. He sounds sexy - with his badboy biker looks and his bar-owning, and dirty talk. But what really made it hard for me read this book is how domineering Jackson. If you love your alpha men in bed and *out,* then I suspect Jackson is going to hit that sweet spot. He doesn't beat around the bush, he makes plans and declarations and sees no reason for any dissent. He doesn't respect that Lauren deserves the opportunity to make a choice, even if he suspects what her answer will be. He just bulldozes right through. That drove me nuts. I wanted her to deck him more than once.
Despite my misgivings about Jackson, the book is quite well-written. The sex scenes are stellar, and Jackson is definitely attentive. These two have good foreplay-banter, which is a big plus. I also really liked Lauren's friends, who seemed like good people and made it feel like she's really created a home for herself away from her family.
last but not least, I absolutely adore the cover for this book. It's one of my favourite shots for contemporary romance. I love that sleeve tattoo, the shirts riding up, and that it's all in black and white, which ties into Lauren's art in the book. Very, very nice!
The Bottom Line:
I would happily recommend this book if Jackson had reined it in a little or realized that he was, on occasion, a little out of line. An apology or two would not have gone amiss. As it stands, I can still recommend this one for the heat, and for anyone who doesn't mind a whole lot of alpha male in their romances.
3.5 stars
For fans of domineering men, meddling families, hot sex scenes
About the Author
Born in California and raised in South Florida, I've moved
around like a gypsy with a bounty on my head ever since. Along the way, I
worked as a community organizer, a professional matchmaker, a popular blogger,
and a crisis counselor (to name a few). All the while, longing to have the guts
to do what I really wanted: to write and become a published author. That wish
has finally come true and I feel like a karmic cloud has been lifted off my
head. Those of you who have also taken a circuitous route in trying to find
their path get me - I can tell.
What else? Hmm... I love indie, lo-fi, complaint rock played
on vinyl, wearing black because it's slimming, the theater, well-informed
optimism, happy endings (both kinds), and making those close to me laugh 'til
they snort. I'm a self-admitted change junkie, loving new experiences and
places, but have now happily settled in the cutest lil' town, Vienna, Virginia,
with my awesome and patient husband and two kick-ass girls.
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Giveaway
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