This Week's Special Guest - Tory Richards

Tory Richards describes herself as a grandma who likes to read and write smut. She's also a mother, daughter, aunt, sister, friend and author. After losing her soul mate of seventeen years, and retiring from Disney, she moved in with her daughter and her family. Sharing her woman-cave with four felines whose main goal in life is to get as much hair onto everything that they can. So far they're doing a stellar job!

Tory has been writing since the dawn of ages, which for her began in 1955. She discovered at the ripe old age of ten that she liked writing stories, beginning with pen and paper until receiving her first manual typewriter at thirteen. Shortly after boys and life got in the way and her typewriter and many unfinished stories got pushed to the back of her closet.

The years went by, blah, blah, blah, until the day arrived when Tory bought her first computer. She took up writing again, updated many of her yellow-paged stories, and submitted to a publisher after her family encouraged her. She just wanted to shut them up, really! And the rest, as they say, is history. The end.

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COVER REVEAL!!

Look what’s coming next from Tory Richards! Wild Marauders MC is a full length, erotic romance between one bad-ass biker and a woman who is literally dumped at his feet.

Blurb - When a prospect kidnaps Kat thinking she's a doctor, Kat finds herself under the protection of the club's president. Lynch likes Kat's spunk and full curves but when she steals his Harley to escape he has no choice but to follow club rules and deal out punishment. Tempers erupt between them, passions explode, and punishment becomes the sweetest ecstasy!


Teaser -

I waited for him to speak.

“I hope you’re going to be a good little girl until I sort this shit out.”

I stiffened. I was anything but little. Sure, I was short, which made for a fuller figure than I would have liked. At twenty-seven I was comfortable with it, until someone brought attention to it by making a comment. In the old days I'd run away to cry in a corner somewhere when the skinnier girls, like the stuck-up cheerleaders I’d gone to school with, had called me fat. These days, a reference to my full figure didn’t bother me. It was the “good little girl,” part that fired me up, and if I was going to be honest, my unwanted attraction to him.

I tossed my long hair over my shoulder. “Then maybe you’d better take me home now and save yourself some grief. I’ve never been a good little girl, and I don’t intend to make things easy for you.” It was a threat and we both knew it. They were only words, empty meaningless words that I knew deep down I couldn’t possibly back up. The only thing I had going for me was my smart mouth, brains, and a nature that wouldn’t let me give in without a fight.

The slightest curve of his sensuous mouth didn’t fool me into thinking that he’d found my comment funny. His gaze zeroed in on my boobs, and I felt an immediate and unwelcome response from my nipples. Traitors! If that wasn't bad enough, something warm and wet flowed from my core to my panties.

“I’m not afraid of you,” I said, drawing his attention back to my eyes. I was only afraid of what he made me feel. I couldn't understand where it was coming from, but I had a feeling that he had this affect on every woman.

The corners of his mouth turned up even more. “Don’t piss me off,” he said in a deep, even tone. “Or you’ll find out what I’m capable of, and I promise you, you won’t like it.”

Another threat? “I’m sure you’re very skilled in all kinds of violence against women.”

He remained quiet for a moment, and I felt a flash of unease. “I’m also very skilled in all kinds of different ways to fuck a woman.”

A flush of heat spread over me but I refused to let him see how his blunt words turned me on. How sick did that make me? He dropped his arm and I quickly joined Wizard, where he was patiently waiting. As we walked down a hallway Chicken took a turn, which I assumed was to the office, while Wizard and I kept on walking. I followed him up a flight of stairs and down another hallway until he paused at one of the doors. I watched him reach above the door jamb, extracting a key that he used to unlock the door. He pushed it open for me and motioned me inside.

“My prison.” I took a few steps into the center of the room, and then stopped and turned to face him.

“Shouldn’t be here long,” Wizard said in his grizzly tone. “It’s for your own safety that Lynch wants you locked up.”

Book due out on 1/15/15 on Amazon

Tory Richards Website - http://www.toryrichards.com

Author’s Amazon Author Page - http://www.amazon.com/Tory-Richards/e/B002DBFNUQ/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1415816760&sr=1-2-ent