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About the author:
If a fantasy is hot, Nicole will write it. She aims to give erotic romance lovers exactly what they want: stories that are so diabolically delicious they shouldn’t exist…except now they do!
What inspired you to write your book?
I’ve always bad attracted to bad boys with good hearts. Have been a huge Sons of Anarchy fan from the start and motorcycle clubs fascinate me. I wrote Outlaw Kind of Love as an expression of my passion for the MC genre, and the belief that romance can spring up in even the darkest places!
Here is a short sample from the book:
“Romance, huh? Didn’t realize you were such a bookworm.”
“Just something to keep the mind busy. I like to read, but it isn’t my favorite thing in the world.”
Jack was only inches away from me. I stared up into his big dark eyes. They completely sucked me in until I was lost in them. He left me awestruck, strangely curious about all the mysteries wrapped around this beautiful man.
“I had a feeling you’d say that, baby girl.” He pushed his forehead against mine, stamping my lips with his hot breath. “Reading’s no substitute for the real thing. Aren’t you curious what a real man is like?”
Holy sh*t, holy sh*t…
My brain just shut down. His hands went to my low back, and then sank lower. He cupped my ass and squeezed, pulling me into him.
The bulge tenting the middle of his jeans pressed close. Sweat sizzled on my brow. I temporarily forgot how to breathe.
“I’m curious, yeah. Especially if that man is you.”
I lifted my eyes slowly to his. Hunger steamed in the stars lining his pitch black pupils, tiny pinpricks as sharp and hot as lust itself.
“Don’t you wonder any longer, Rach. Let me show you…”
He moved in for a kiss. I thought I was ready, but nothing truly prepared me for the hot, wet bliss of his wandering lips.
I moaned into his mouth, louder when his hands tightened on my ass. Jack kissed me deep, winding his tongue with mine, moving his lips in a steady, hypnotic pulse on my little inexperienced lips.
Excitement boiled up, bright and hot and addictive.
Through my daze, I noticed he was pushing me toward the bed, stopping to gently tap his knees on my legs when I reached the edge. He broke his kiss, sliding his calloused hand over my face, pouring more humid breath onto my cheeks behind it.
“F*ck. I can’t wait any longer, baby girl. Let me unwrap you so we can do this thing. I’ve wanted to get you naked and tangled since the second I laid eyes you…”
More kisses. I was shaking in his arms, but he steadied me, a mountain of a man growing hotter by the nano-second.
His hands edged my shirt, lifting up. He rolled it halfway to my breasts, exposing my naked skin pocked with goosebumps.
I froze. There was something I had to tell him, before he really rendered me speechless.
“Wait. Wait, wait…there’s something you need to know.” I swallowed hard.
I didn’t want to tell him and expose my immaturity. But this rock hard man deserved to know what he was getting by taking me as a lover, even if it meant he might not want me at all.
But men like virgins, right? I hoped everything I heard was true. Like, really, really f*cking hoped, sending a silent prayer up high.
“I’ve never done this before, Jack. I’m a virgin.”
The smile on his face melted. It scared me at first, but that deeper, much hotter heat on his skin didn’t lie. It was like his body temperature had gone up a few degrees.
Would he burst into flames and take me with him? God, I wanted him to.
“No f*cking way.” He shook his head.
“Are you serious?” He ran his hand to my jawline and stopped, spreading it to hold my chin.
“I wouldn’t lie to you.” I nodded, loving the raw masculine feel of his palm on my softness.
“Baby girl, you just made my day, my week, my whole f*cking year. I’m gonna teach you so much, and it’s gonna be amazing…”