Tuesday, August 11, 2015

Claimed by the Bad Boy by London Saint James #Giveaway #NewRelease


Title: Claimed by the Bad Boy
Series: Bad Boy Fever
Author: London Saint James
Publisher: Decadent Publishing
Release Date: August 11, 2015
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance, BDSM, Multiple Partners, Suspense
Heat level: 5
Word count – 53k
Cover art by Mina Carter

Something always brings him back to her...

Ryker Cage is a rough guy, with very particular tastes when it comes to sex. Rough, hard, and dirty is the extent of his repertoire. Never soft. He doesn’t have a clue about connecting with his sensitive side in the bedroom, or that find-your-inner-femininity bullshit. He fears nothing, except—his feelings for the sweet and innocent Molly Monroe.

The bad boy who lived next door claimed Molly’s heart long ago. Crazy, or not, she loves him. Always has. No matter what he does to push her away, nor how far he runs, Ryker is the one man she’ll never stop loving.

When Ryker finally finds his way back home, will he find the courage to claim what's always been his? Or, will he be destined for heartache when someone threatens to take everything away?

Exclusive Excerpt:

Ryker sauntered into the kitchen, scrubbing his fingers through his shower-wet hair, and saw his brother making pancakes on the griddle wearing…. “Holy shit!”
“What?” Deck asked, flipping a cake then handing over a mug of steaming coffee.
Ryker took the mug, holding it out as if to point. “What in the hell do you have on?”
He glanced down his nude torso, the corners of his mouth twitching as he stared at the baggy pajama bottoms hanging low on his hips. “Tiffany bought them for me.”
“Dude. You’re wearing little dancing pink hearts with smiley faces and kissy lips on them.”
His brother shrugged a shoulder. “Yeah. So?”
“Man….” Ryker gave a pitying shake of his head. “If you don’t know, I’m not telling you.”
Deck shot him the bird. He returned the gesture with vigor.
Tiffany came flitting in between them, the scent of something sweetly floral wafting from her, sable brown hair tangled up on the top of her head in a messy bun configuration, wearing a huge to-her-knees matching top to Declan’s bottoms. “Morning, guys.” She patted his brother’s ass.
Deck took the pancake off the griddle, flopped it onto a plate, twisted, and hoisted her up.
“Morning, beautiful.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and giggled, but the sound was cut off when Declan devoured her mouth akin to a starving man with a free ticket to a pie-eating contest.
“Enough with the PDA,” Ryker groused. “You two are going to make me lose my appetite.”
He strode over to the bar with his cup of coffee, took a seat on one of the stools, pulled a few sugar cookies from the package, and dunked one into his coffee. After he wolfed it down, he dunked another.
“Here.” His brother slid a plate of pancakes toward him and slapped down one of the containers of maple syrup. “Eat something besides cookies.”
He gave a salute. “Yes, Mom.”
Deck snorted. Tiffany busied herself by covering her plate in syrup and then placed one fluffy cake into the middle of the puddle. With her fork she raked a hole in the center of the pancake and poured more syrup there.
“That’s how you eat pancakes?” he asked, intrigued by the oddity.
Declan glowered at him before he palmed her cheek. “You go on, sugar, and eat your pancakes any way you want.”
She smiled up at him. “I was planning to.”
“Good,” said Deck.
Ryker took a bite of his breakfast then a sip of his coffee.
“Listen,” he said. He’d only been home for three days, but there was no reason to avoid the subject of leaving. “I’m going to get ahold of a realtor after the holiday and start looking for a condo or something. That way, you two can have the house all to yourself.”
Both of them turned to stare at him, but it was his brother who said, “You don’t need to do that, Ryke.”
“Yeah. I do, bro. It’s time for me to make some changes.”
Declan’s right eyebrow arched. “What’s going on with you?”
He shook his head. “Nothing, man.”
They had a stare down, neither of them willing to give an inch. Tiffany interjected, “It took me a while to figure this out, but sometimes change can be a good thing.”
The tension snapping in the room subsided a bit.
“Anyhoo,” she said, placing her syrup-drowned, pancake-covered plate by the sink. Did she even take a bite? “I have to go paint my toenails for the pool party.”
His brother grabbed at the sleeve covering her arm, stopping her. “I love you, baby.”
As if they had a secret language only they were privy to, she bounced up on her tiptoes, arms going up in time with his brother putting his large hands on her waist, and lifting her until she was face level. She gave him a peck on the cheek. “I love you, too,” she said. Tiffany rubbed her nose along his jaw and whispered loud enough for Ryker to hear. “Talk with him, babe. Not at him. And don’t fight.”
Declan nodded, placed his forehead to hers, and then put her back on her feet before she flounced out of the room.
It was quiet for a moment, Ryker sitting at the bar, Declan leaning his hip against the counter, both of them eating their pancakes.
“So,” said Declan.
Ryker glanced up. “Yeah?”
“The other day, you mentioned staying for a while.” He nodded. “Why the talk of moving out?”
Ryker put his fork down. “Come on, Deck. Don’t act as if it’s not uncomfortable having me around your woman.”
His brother scowled. “I’ve made peace with the fact you two were together.”
“Together implies something more than it was.”
Deck rolled his head along his shoulders. “I know what it was, bro. A one-time hook-up.”
“Yeah. But, still. It doesn’t bother you to know I know what she looks like under those clothes? And what she—”
“Yes,” he snapped, tone harsh, eyes narrowing. “Knowing you touched her bothered the hell out of me, but I had to let it go. None of us were saints. What happened, happened before I knew her.”
“Bothered?” Ryker kept his gaze trained on his twin. “Or don’t you mean bothers?”
“What do you want me to say, Ryker? Do I sometimes feel more than a pang of jealousy and possessiveness? Yes. I do. Did I want to kill you for touching her? You know I did. Will I always feel a bit jealous when it comes to Tiffany? I suppose I will, but the thing is. I’ve chosen”—he emphasized the word chosen—“to let the past go. She’s the woman I’d die for. The woman I want to spend the rest of my life with. And you are my twin. We shared the same womb. We share the same face. The same blood. I’ve always had your back, and you’ve always had mine. I love you, man. I don’t want what happened in the past to keep us distant. I don’t want to close you out of my life like you’ve shut me out of yours.”
Ryker’s brows knitted. “I haven’t closed you out of my life.”
“You have, and you’ve been doing it for a long time.” Declan shifted his weight. “I know something is going on with you, and it began several years ago, then poof. You up and started traveling, which is cool. Travel if you want, but you started staying away from home longer and longer. Only a call here and there to let me know you were still alive and kicking. Now, after a year-long stint of nothing but brief layovers in Denver, you come back, say you’re going to stay for a while, and then tell me you’re going to move out.”
“You’re getting married. I just figured it best to let you and Tiffany have this place. It makes sense I should be the one to go.”
“It’s not the fact I’m getting married. And it’s not the fact you worried about the awkwardness of your entangled past with Tiffany either. Whatever is going on, it’s something else.”
“I told you. There’s nothing going on.”
“Right,” Deck said, scrubbing his jaw with his fingers. “I know better.”
“What do you think you know?”
“I think….” His brother eyed him. “All of your running has something to do with Molly.”
The muscle in Ryker’s jaw ticked. “I haven’t been running.” He said the words, but they weren’t true. He didn’t have to travel for his work. He could have sent one of his employees.
“No,” he confirmed.
“Okay,” Declan said, hands up. “I won’t push.”


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