Author; Anne MarshPublisher: Harlequin Dare
Date of publication: February 2018
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?
Ruled is the one of the first books released under the new Dare imprint from Harlequin. These are short books; coming in under 200 pages. This is also the first in a new MC series. Jaxon "Rev" Brady is sent to find out where Evie's brother, Rocker, is hanging out. He is from a rival bike club and needs to answer some questions.
They say opposites attract, right? Well that is definitely the case with Evie and Rev. They are from completely different worlds, yet they are attracted to each other. While I did like them together, I wanted more. For me, the book was too short. It definitely could have benefited from a longer book length. I never really felt like I got to know Rev's character very well. I would have liked to see more of the couple when they weren't having sex or talking about it. There were also a couple of times that I thought Rev crossed the line with Evie consent wise. I'm not really into anger sex scenes. But, I guess it works for some people.
Other than one scene, I never sensed Evie was in real danger. The whole situation with Rocker and the cartel seemed rushed and wasn't fully fleshed out. It's not a bad story. I mean, I did enjoy it. I just wanted it to be longer. I am interested enough to read the next one when it comes out. For a sneak peek, check out the excerpt below.
Other than one scene, I never sensed Evie was in real danger. The whole situation with Rocker and the cartel seemed rushed and wasn't fully fleshed out. It's not a bad story. I mean, I did enjoy it. I just wanted it to be longer. I am interested enough to read the next one when it comes out. For a sneak peek, check out the excerpt below.
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.
Someone
else.
Anyone
else. There are absolutely, positively no bikers anywhere in my future.
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