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Sunday, January 7, 2018

#Spotlight on Ruthless by Tory Richards




Happy New Year everyone!

If you're like me you look forward to the holidays being over almost as much as the anticipation of them getting here. So many overwhelming emotions take over during this time of year that by now we're all ready to sit back and just breathe again. It's time to relax folks, and what better way than by tucking yourself away in a quiet corner somewhere and reading?

I'm happy to say that I have a brand new release out, RUTHLESS, and just in case you're not familiar with my work I have a slew of permanently free full-length contemporary romances listed on Smashwords. I will warn you though, my writing has evolved a lot over the years, my stories, especially my MC romances, are darker, grittier, and erotic in nature.

More about RUTHLESS below.



37751751Ruthless 
(Nomad Outlaws Trilogy Book 1)
by Tory Richards 
Kindle Edition, 258 pages
Published December 26th 2017
ASINB078NHC7B4
Four years ago Rebel ruined Ginger by claiming her to keep them both alive, and then she disappeared. Bike Week at Daytona Beach brings them back together. He's a dangerous nomad. A ruthless killer. But he's her addiction, and she's his. Can they keep the past where it belongs and move forward, or is it too late? 



Excerpt:

I grabbed Ginger by the hand and pulled her out of the room, down the hall and to the bathroom. Her resistance was futile, her fear unimportant. I knew what I had to do, and if she were smart, she'd realize it, too. If she wanted to live. I opened the bathroom door and yanked her inside, thanking fuck that I found it empty. It was filthy, but better than nothing, and it had a shower that everyone used when they felt the need to be clean, which wasn't often.
Ginger spun around when I shut the door, the look of a trapped animal in her pretty blues. I ignored her growing terror, steeling myself for what I had to do. Even behind closed doors I had to make it real, had to be convincing that I was an unfeeling bastard. I saw her swallow, could see her tits rising and falling rapidly as the fear of the unknown overwhelmed her. She was expecting the worst, preparing herself to do whatever she had to do to survive.
"Take off your clothes." I kept my tone harsh, indifferent to her growing panic.
She shook her head vigorously and stepped back, slamming hard against the cracked porcelain sink. A nervous cry escaped her, and her eyes were wild as she took in her surroundings and realized that there was no escape. Her gaze touched on the door behind me before meeting my eyes.
"Please‒"
"Take off your fucking clothes," I said in an uncaring, demanding tone. "You're filthy, and not in a way that gets my dick hard. Now undress." I removed my cut and the t-shirt beneath it. "In fact, I think I'll join you." Her eyes nearly popped out of her head at that. "If you're not undressed by the time I'm out of my clothes, you won't like the consequences." I kicked off my boots as my hands went to the front of my pants.
As I’d expected she would, Ginger's small hands began to unbutton her blouse. Slowly she began to expose enticing, creamy skin to my wandering eyes. I undid my pants. She lowered her gaze to the floor and turned around before reluctantly removing the garment. I let her have her moment of modesty before I looked into the mirror in front of her. Fuck. My dick took notice of her perfect tits and rosy nipples. Hard nipples. Surprising.
I lowered my zipper, the sound of it overloud in the tiny room. I could tell that she knew what I was doing by the stiffening of her backside, but she didn't let it stop her from removing her jeans. As I kicked mine away, hers hit the floor. I hissed, taking in the mouth-watering curves of her shapely ass, an ass I wanted to dig my fingers into while I was grinding my dick into her cunt. Fucking hell, I hadn't expected the surge of lust that was heating my blood at an alarming rate.
The sound of harsh breathing filled the room, and it took a minute before I realized that it was mine. "Turn around," I demanded sharply.
I kept the smile to myself when I watched her bring her long hair forward, knowing that she was trying to use it to shield as much of her nudity as she could from me. She'd all but succeeded. When she turned, her tits were hidden behind the thick layers of her hair, and her hands were shielding her pussy from me.
"Come here, Ginger."
She padded toward me slowly. I was glad that she was acting sensible. It would make my job a helluva lot easier, and besides, I didn't want to hurt her. When she was within inches of me she halted, her gaze still lowered to the floor. "Look at me." I moved her hair back behind her, exposing those luscious tits. Christ, they were full and rounded, more than a handful, and her rosy little nipples made me salivate and my dick harden.
Her worried, frightened eyes locked onto mine, and I steeled myself from softening towards her. "This is going to happen, Ginger. You and I both know that Wildman will kill us both if it doesn't, and that's after every one of his brothers fucks you raw." I hesitated, giving her time to digest that. "You want that to happen?" She shook her head, a lone tear making its way down her cheek. I wiped it away with my thumb. "No more resistance from you, and I'll make it as easy on you as I can."





About the Author:

You'll often hear me refer to myself as a grandma who writes smut. I'm simply a mother and grandmother who discovered my passion for writing and story telling at the ripe old age of ten. Before I received my first manual typewriter, with pencil in hand, I would jot down my stories on notebook paper. Later, after receiving that desired typewriter at the age of thirteen I spent hours in my bedroom, where my parents thought I was doing homework. Writing turned out to be a kind of therapy for me, something I didn't realize until years later.

I was born in Maine, where most of my family still live today in the small town of China. However, most of my life I've lived in Florida where I attended school, married and raised my daughter.

Writing is a hobby for me, and even though I've retired from Disney it remains a hobby. I'm happy to be just making enough "mad money" from it to be able to keep my cats fed, travel a little, and spoil my grandchildren.

I like to travel. Some of the places I've been to are: Greece, Italy, Croatia, Spain, Bahamas, France, and Alaska just to name a few. I don't like to fly, even before I found myself on a plane on 9/11, but I will if I'm given enough legal drugs. My favorite vacation spot in Florida is St. Augustine.

I love chocolate, who doesn't? And I'm addicted to good coffee and sweet ice tea. McDonald's hazelnut iced coffee has been on my favorite list for quite some time. So has Dunkin Donuts mocha iced coffee.

For a while (many years actually) life got in the way of my dreams. A few years ago, with the encouragement of my family, I decided to get serious about writing, and I haven't looked back! http://www.toryrichards.com


2 comments:

Tory Richards said...

Post looks great Crystal! Thanks so much for the opportunity. Take care and Happy New Years!

Tory

Arianne said...

ooh I like the way this book sounds and that cover is gorgeous!

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