BOOK INFORMATION
Rule
Breaker
Break on Through #1
Break on Through #1
By: Harper Kincaid
Releasing March 3rd,
2015
Samhain
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BOOK SUMMARY
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.
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.
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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.”
He took a sip of
his drink and waited patiently for my response, which I couldn’t give him,
wouldn’t give him, because the last thing I wanted was for him to hear in my
shaky voice how his eyes, his words, his smoldering looks were affecting me,
making me flush all over. Like a goddamn schoolgirl.
His were not the
only eyes on me. I could feel a different kind of heat, the fury of women who
wanted me dead. Across the room a bunch of them were seated at some of the
rounds and in the booths, and they’d been watching us intently ever since he
crossed the room to me.
“Wouldn’t one of
your biker babes—” I pointed over to the herd with my chin, “—be a better bet
to score with before midnight? They certainly seem…anxious that you’re over
here.”
He smirked, his
gaze traveling from my eyes to my mouth and back. “That’s like shooting fish in
a barrel. No fun in that.”
“I get the feeling
they think you belong to them. And the way the barkeep knows your drink tells me
you’ve hung out on these barstools way more than I’m comfortable with. Again,
nothing personal, but I’m going to make sure this year is the year I start
living right. And gorgeous?” I drawled while placing my hand on my hip. “You’ve
got bad decision written all over you.”
I was so busy with
my rant that I hadn’t really noticed that instead of getting angered or
defeated, Mr. Sex on Legs was actually getting off on my attitude, and I knew
that because the playful glimmer in his eye turned molten and dark.
He leaned toward
me, coming close enough for me to catch the glorious musky scent that I knew
was his alone. Suddenly I felt his warm hand at the nape of my neck, holding me
firmly, with his thumb pressing into the pulse point on my throat.
“Gorgeous, funny
and feisty. And feisty usually means sharp as a tack.” His fingers started
caressing the back of my neck, and I bit my lip to quell the moan rising
through me. He kept talking. “Although you’re wrong about the barfly
assumption. I own this place, so it serves Robby here well to know my drink.”
His hand came up, he threaded his fingers through my hair and his deep, rough
voice ran through me, like liquid smoke and fire.
“Can’t imagine what
sort of fucked-up happened to you tonight to end up here, but not gonna
complain seeing as your bad luck will end up being real good for me.” His gaze
slowly traveled the length of me. “So, darlin’, gonna tell me your name
already?”
I knew this was my
cue to tell him my name and offer some pithy response. But not only did I have
nothing, I chickened out, muttered a quick apology and took off for the
bathroom.
I did my business
and splashed cold water on my heated face. I looked at my reflection in the
mirror and leaned my palms and my weight against the porcelain sink, mortified
to go back out there again. The only thing positive about my predicament was
that the humiliation sobered me right up. Now all I had to do was go back,
settle my tab and get the heck out of there.
Is that what you
really want? a small voice inside me asked. I had to admit that I was curious
about this man. He intrigued me, and I was glad to feel a hum under my skin and
between my legs when I was with him. Certainly hadn’t felt anything close to
that with Keith over the last several months.
I stood there and
let my mind wander off, wondering if the skin on his fingers was smooth or
calloused, hoping for the latter because I really liked the way rough hands and
fingers felt against my silken, wet center.
Jesus, Lauren,
panting much? Get. A. Grip.
I liked men, but it
took more than a handsome face to get me this wound up. They had to be wicked
smart and confident. Even though he seemed completely at home in his bar, there
was something about him that seemed different, like there was more to him than
being a reckless biker. Of course I had nothing to substantiate my hunch, but I
couldn’t remember the last time I felt so drawn to someone on first sight.
Maybe never before.
After I dried my
hands and face, I opened the bathroom door, only to feel someone grab me by my
upper arm and drag me off so fast, I didn’t realize what was happening. A side
door opened and closed with me on the other side.
The room was dark,
except for the moonlight coming in from a window on the other side. As soon as
my eyes adjusted, I could see I was in a long and narrow room with some
restaurant supplies. Standing in front of me was my blue-eyed troublemaker.
Now, he was holding me by the arm and he was close. Very close.
Truth time? I loved
the idea of this beautiful man coming after me. But I didn’t want him to see
that, to know the effect he had on my mind and body.
He hadn’t earned
it.
So I covered desire
with insolence.
“What the hell do
you think you’re doing?” I barked at him, giving off as much attitude as I
could muster, which wasn’t easy because being this close meant I caught his
scent, and it was a mixture of musk and whisky. Pure man. Now I was even more
lightheaded than before.
His mouth twitched,
and I knew he’d caught me taking him in. “Babe, you know exactly what I’m doin’.”
He stepped even more into my space. “Tell me your name, gorgeous. I’m not
asking again.”
I took a step back
and placed one hand on the wall behind me to steady myself. “Lauren,” I
squeaked out. I cleared my throat and tried again. “I’m Lauren. And what’s your
name?”
A ghost of a smile
appeared and his velvet tongue slowly licked his bottom lip. “Plan on screaming
my name out when I make you come for me?”
Holy shit. Did he
just say that to me? My brain despised his arrogance, but my body ignited, making
my skin burn hot. My heartbeat accelerated, beating out of my chest so loudly I
wondered if he could hear it. I wanted him, badly, but I was embarrassed that
he knew it. One look at his self-assured mug told me all I needed to know: he
saw and he conquered and he never heard the word no. He didn’t even have to
pretend to woo a woman—just grab her and take what he wanted.
And I was
twenty-seven years old, with wonderful friends and a great job, but a shit
track record when it came to men. Bad boys, like the one in front of me, may
have known how to work my body, but they had also bruised my heart and soul. It
was New Year’s Eve. Maybe my New Year’s resolution should have been no more men
since I obviously didn’t know how to find a good one.
“Fine,” I grumbled.
“I don’t need to know your name. In fact, I don’t need to know you.”
I ripped my arm out
of his grasp and turned toward the door.
I was just about to
place my hand on the doorknob when one of his steel arms surrounded my waist
and pulled me to him.
“Don’t go yet,
Lauren. Please.”
When I heard him
say my name and his quiet plea, any trace of anger just melted away. My body
relaxed against his and he moved my hair off my shoulder with his other hand,
tucking a stray strand behind my ear. A flood of wet desire invaded the folds
of my cleft when his soft lips grazed my skin, and then his mouth clasped on my
earlobe. My nipples hardened, and my breath came out erratically. My body
shivered because, somehow, this stranger knew exactly where to touch me to turn
me on.
“Lauren,” he
whispered. “We’re not done yet.”
“I should go,
but…ohmygod, that feels really good,” I moaned, my body awakening from a deep
sleep. I couldn’t remember the last time someone had ignited my desire so fast.
Every sweep of his tongue on my skin burned me in the best possible way. I
pressed my back to his front and shimmied my bottom against his jeans-clad
erection. He sucked in a harsh breath, and I knew I was getting to him as much
as he was getting to me.
“You know how I
know we’re not done?” He practically growled against my skin. “Because I
haven’t made you come yet. And Lauren, I really need to make you come.”
“I want…I need you
to.” I was practically panting now. “Make me come.”
Then his right hand
roughly hoisted up my dress and his fingers plunged into my underwear. They
slid straight down and started playing with my clit, which was swollen with
need and heat. And goddamn, he had calloused fingertips, creating the most
delicious friction against my slick velvet core.
I gasped loudly as
my head flew back, absorbing the trembling waves those circling fingers were
making by touching me so perfectly. I let out a low moan and turned my head in
his direction and he immediately seized my mouth with his, sucking me into him,
devouring me with every pull of his lips.
“That’s it, baby,”
he growled. “Fuck, you are so wet for me.”
He increased his
pace, speaking into my ear in a low rumble.
“Noticed you the
second you walked in here.” He plunged two fingers deep into me while circling
my clit with his thumb. I let out a whimper that vibrated through me, and if he
hadn’t been holding me up, my legs would have given way. “Heard you sassing my
bartender, showing off your fucking gorgeous tits, walking around like you
owned the place. And I knew I had to have me a taste.”
Just then he
stopped rubbing and something between a cry and a mew escaped me. I opened my
eyes in time to see him taking the two fingers that had just been inside me
into his mouth, tasting my juices on his tongue. It was the hottest thing I’d
ever seen.
Suddenly he turned
me around to face him, lifting my dress again and tugging down my panties. My
back was now against the door as he dropped to his knees in front of me and
buried his face between my legs, rolling his tongue through my folds and
sucking on my clit.
Mind-numbing
pleasure radiated throughout my body, and I wove my fingers through his hair,
which was just as soft and touchable as it had looked from far away. He pushed
into me and lifted my legs off the floor and over his shoulders. His tongue
flickered lightning hot and fast over my nub and my hips gyrated in response,
as I lost all inhibition. His fingers clawed the cheeks of my ass as my hands
fisted his hair. I was dancing right on the edge, so close to coming, and then
he sucked hard on my clit, turning my low moans into a fevered scream of
ecstasy. My orgasm crashed over me, sending me off the edge and into floating
weightlessness.
Then he moved,
placing my feet gently on the ground, and with that, the realization of what
just happened ripped through my endorphin-filled haze. I had just let a
complete stranger touch and taste me in the most intimate way possible. And I
didn’t even know his name.
CAT'S REVIEW
"Rule Breaker" by Harper Kincaid. I really, really liked this one. This tells the tale of Lauren, trying to follow her mother's Rules of Dating to help her find the one to settle down with. That's all well and good until she meets Jackson - and proceeds to break each and every one! I had to smile as she went against everything her mother encouraged. Lauren, although a strong, independent woman, craves to be taken care of by an Alpha Man - enter Jackson. He is Alpha to the Max! I Loved Him! He might come across as controlling but he always has her best interest at heart. Together, they were terrific! Of course, no relationship is without it's ups and downs and they certainly had a few. I thought Ms. Kincaid did a really good job of balancing the trials and tribulations with the joys of a relationship and love story. I truly enjoyed this and look forward to the rest of the stories in the Break On Through Series to be coming soon (I hope! :o) (received copy for honest review)
★★★★
AUTHOR INFO
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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