Want by Emma Rider
Genre: Contemporary MMA Fighter Romance
Release Date: October 14, 2015
Cover Designer: Book Cover By Design
WANT by Emma Rider- Media Kit
Savage in the cage. Savage in
the bedroom.
Powerful. Brutal. Mixed Martial
Artist, Ryland “The Savage” Cole doesn’t play by the rules. He wants it. He
takes it. And he wants Jade.
Professional cuddler Jade has
not only been hurt but also deceived by the one she once loved. She’s not going
to make a mistake again by giving her heart to a man. Especially since she’s
now free.
When a motorcycle club threatens
her best friend, she puts her life on the line in order to save him, but in
order to do that, she must spend every night in Ryland’s arms.
Always your friendly
neighborhood cosmic secretary of romance, Emma Rider has been weaving
stories since she was about five, writing and acting out plays about princes and princesses for her
parents often. She currently resides in the East Coast with her husband and two standard poodles.
She loves to read, needs to write, and has a love/hate relationship with cooking—but she can be
found doing any of these. If she’s not found doing any of these, don’t worry, she’s probably practicing
martial arts, dabbling in graphic design or pestering friends with movie quotes. She loves romance,
loves happy endings and especially loves writing them.
WANT by Emma Rider- Media Kit
WANT by Emma Rider- Media Kit
The announcer said, “Your winner tonight by way of TKO is Ryland ‘Savage’ Cooooolllle.”
Ryland’s arm was lifted
high.
WANT by Emma Rider- Media Kit
The crowd cheered, and I
whistled and clapped along with them. Then I froze as Ryland’s grays ensnared mine. Something
powerful gleamed in them. Something predatory, and I was unable to tear away.
A thought crossed my mind.
Should I run because of the way he was looking at me? I’d never had anyone look at me like that
before. Not any of the menacing women in the prison who were picking their teeth with bones nor my
ex when we were in the peak of our relationship. Ryland’s look was scary but another kind of scary. A
pure sexual scary, and I kind of liked it.
My insides quivered, and my
body ached for him. Sexual tension was a cunning enemy, always present, and I had ignored it since
I’d met Ryland. But at the moment, I felt that I was going to blow if he came near me.
He moved, his body a ripple of
power as he stalked toward me, ignoring the crowd seeking his attention. A reporter with a death wish
stepped in front of him, cutting off his path.
Ryland halted to shoot the man
a glare. The reporter changed his mind fast and scurried out of Ryland’s way. Coach threw his hands
in the air, shouting at Ryland to stay, but was ignored. Ben must have had iron balls to put a hand on
Ryland’s shoulder, but Ryland shot his grays to him, and Ben lifted his hands and backed off
slowly.
My jaw had already dropped but
fell even more when Ryland vaulted himself up the cage’s chain link, over the
edge, and leaped to the ground, his knees bent to soften the impact. The spell
broke when people swarmed him like flies, and I lost sight of him.
Tyeesha gave my hand a quick
squeeze, mumbling, “Oh Lord, someone has it baaad.”
Who had it bad? Me or him?
Because I freaking had it bad. I needed to get the hell out of here before he caught me. As I decided
to run far away, maybe Hawaii or someplace farther, I watched the unfortunate person in front of me
get tossed aside, and Ryland’s T-shirt-clad body materialized two inches from my face. I cranked my
head back and froze.
The lights flashed behind him,
and I blinked quickly. The crowd moved and buzzed around me, but they were merely background
noise. His white teeth flashed in a predatory way, his grays were molten, and the way he was staring
at me had my body flaring from a single flame to a freaking inferno. Run? What was the definition of
that word? Before I knew it, he bent and I landed on his shoulder, my breath escaping
me.
We were moving before I realized what was going on. I didn’t struggle, but I did attempt
to brace myself on his back so I didn’t just hang there. He carried me out of the arena like he was a
victorious warrior claiming the glory, claiming his prize. And I was his
prize.WANT by Emma Rider- Media Kit
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