Ruled by Anne Marsh
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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—Tiffany Reisz, international bestselling author
Just recently I realized that I actually like romance more than I thought. Erotica – no. Romance – yes. I happy agreed to review the new Harlequin DARE imprint and I was happy that books I received to review were labeled as contemporary romance. I picked Ruled to read due to the Motorcycles – I mean who doesn’t like a man on motorcycle?
The story started out with more of a narration feel to me, like they were talking to me and telling me a story versus me reading a good. That feeling doesn’t seem as strong throughout the rest of the book – but it does still linger. I actually found the characters a little ridiculous because the instant chemistry was a little far-fetched and I just didn’t click with them the way I normally like to with characters. I did however love the alternating view points, I don’t think I’ve ever read a romance novel were it switched back and forth so flawlessly and in the perfect spots.
There is no shortage of steamy, raunchy sex scenes. It actually feels like the book may have too many sex scenes and sex related scenes for me. Is that actually possible? It is a good smut novel – if you are into that stuff (I am not used to this sort of book). While I would label it ‘too hot’ for my personal preferences I am sure it is just right for others. I was all sorts of squirmy and uncomfortable trying to read this in the waiting room at my doctor’s office (Fun fact: I was also ten shades of red!).
I did love the background story and how the main character, Eve, is a woman who fought to make her way in the world despite the environment she was raised in. She was a very strong female lead and even though she did one thing in the end that made me think ‘no, she would never’,I still felt like this was a good read and I will still be giving the second book in the series a go. Besides – there is one thing that I still have no clue how it’s going to turn out and I cannot wait to see how it unfolds and what impact it will have on Eve.
On that note, here is a little treat for all my followers. An excerpt from the novel.
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.