RULED – Anne Marsh
Hard Riders MC, Book 1
Contemporary Series Romance
Las Vegas, Nevada – Present Day
Eve Kent owns a “Princess” birthday party business and also tries to keep an eye on her brother, Rocker, who is part of a local motorcycle gang. She doesn’t approve of what he’s doing, but he’s a grown man, right? One day, Jaxon “Rev” Brady of a rival motorcycle club shows up at one of her parties looking for her brother. Rocker is trying to get involved with a group that runs illegal drugs and Rev wants to stop him because they don’t want these bad dudes infiltrating Vegas. Eve informs Rev that she hasn’t seen her baby brother for a few days, but that doesn’t deter Rev. He’ll just keep watching her since he knows Rocker will show eventually.
From the moment Rev set his eyes on Eve, he wants her. He’s commitment phobic and she’s the sister of a rival biker, but that doesn’t stop him from lusting after her. Eve is sassy, smart, and sexy—just the way Rev likes them. While he’s trying to keep her safe from a drug cartel, who is going to keep her safe from him?
Eve and Rev seem like they’re mismatched. She runs a respectable business for kids, while the former SEAL Rev is rough, tough, and rides a motorcycle. Yet the sparks fly between them in the sizzling hot RULED by Anne Marsh, the first book in her Hard Riders MC series. Rev belongs to the Hard Riders club and they want to keep Las Vegas free from a drug cartel. Unfortunately, Rocker of the rival club Black Dogs is flirting with assisting the drug cartel, and Rev is assigned to stop him, which means using Eve to get to her brother.
Once Rev meets Eve, he vows to keep her safe as she could prove to be an innocent casualty in Rocker’s quest to land the drug cartel’s business. Eve brushes off Rev, but he’s determined to follow her and keep her safe. As they interact, the sexual vibes burn hot between them, and she’s soon the recipient of his talented fingers strumming her body to life. One taste of each other isn’t enough. Will getting involved with Eve prove to be a fatal distraction for Rev? Can there be any future between a biker and a woman who is way out of his league?
While Rev and Eve bicker and banter in the first part of RULED, they’re soon burning up the sheets. There is an essence of danger because the drug cartel might decide to move in and use Eve as a pawn to get to her brother. With plenty of sex and a dash of suspense, RULED is a simmering hot read you won’t want to miss.
Author: Anne Marsh
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 1, 2018
Publisher: Harlequin DARE
Series: Hard Riders MC
Digital ISBN: 9781488082382
The Rebel vs. The Princess
Complete opposites who share the same burning passion!
Jaxon Brady of the Hard Riders MC has sworn to protect Evie Kent from a rival gang. His hard muscles and black leather motorcycle boots are a sharp contrast to the girlie dresses Evie wears for her successful party-planning business. Their instant attraction is magnetic, and their lust keeps them glued to each other’s side…but is it a dangerous distraction?
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Excerpt: Copyright © 2018 Ruled by Anne Marsh
I have to be more cautious. From the rising volume of the squeals emanating from the backyard, cake consumption has concluded and the party will be wrapping up as the sugar highs hit, the early departers fleeing past my RV parked out front. Spotting the princess in an R-rated embrace with a biker would be bad for my business. You can’t be a dirty girl and host children’s birthday parties for a living. The moms will kill you. Fortunately, the moms aren’t mind readers. I’m only a party-perfect princess on the outside. Riding anywhere with Rev would be career suicide.
My bad voice promptly weighs in. But only if you get caught.
“I don’t do bikers.”
Something flashes across Rev’s face. “You don’t get hurt on my watch. I promise.”
“You’re not an ax murderer?”
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out the wallet attached to his belt by a silver chain. Silently, he flips it open and holds it out so I can read his driver’s license. There’s a military ID underneath it, too, the kind of card that gets you into Nellis Air Force Base.
“Your name isn’t Rev.” According to the State of Nevada’s laminated plastic, he’s one Jaxon Brady.
“Road name,” he says tersely.
I examine the license again. He’s also turning thirty-three in four weeks. I bet he won’t be booking a celebratory princess party.
“Wow.” I hand back his wallet. “Former navy?”
He nods, as if it’s no big deal. “SEAL. You’d be safe with me.”
He’s not big on talking. Or negotiating, asking, or sweet-talking. I’ve always trusted my instincts, though, and right now they’re on board with Rev Brady. Completely, totally, 100 percent in favor of getting on this man’s bike and riding off with him. Somewhere. Wherever he wants to go. He’s big and strong and tempting. He’s fought for our country and kept everyone safe.
How bad can he be?
The little voice in my head pipes right up. How bad do you want him to be?
That voice needs a gag.
“Think about it,” he says and then he turns and saunters toward his bike. I stand there, watching his ass the whole way, and wondering why I don’t mind his attitude. He’s scary as shit. He’s not Mr. White Picket Fence and he’s not promising happily ever after, but the man has a fantastic butt and I’m lonely. That’s all it is. I need to get out more, need to make a point of seeing someone.
Anyone else. There are absolutely, positively no bikers anywhere in my future.