Easy Ride
Every cowboy has his secrets…Reporter Kirby Montgomery is undercover at a secret club—where deliciously sexy men are rumoured to sell their company and their bodies. The most popular of all the hunks? Easy Ride. Handsome as hell with a ripped bod to match, he's 100 percent red-hot cowboy. And all it takes is one scorchin' kiss to break every one of Kirby's rules…But Kirby isn't the only one breaking rules. Adam “Easy Ride” Drake isn't what he seems. And the explosive chemistry between them is only the beginning of an attraction that spells trouble. With the line between fantasy and reality getting blurry, Kirby has to decide what’s more important: the story that could make her career or the man she wants by her side.
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Every cowboy has his secrets...
Reporter Kirby Montgomery is undercover at a secret club—where deliciously sexy men are rumored to sell their company and their bodies. The most popular of all the hunks? Easy Ride. Handsome as hell with a ripped bod to match, he’s 100 percent red-hot cowboy. And all it takes is one scorchin’ kiss to break every one of Kirby’s rules...
But Kirby isn’t the only one breaking rules. Adam “Easy Ride” Drake isn’t what he seems. And the explosive chemistry between them is only the beginning of an attraction that spells trouble. With the line between fantasy and reality getting blurry, Kirby has to decide what’s more important: the story that could make her career or the man she wants by her side.
“Paid-for kisses aren’t exactly what I need...”
Easy Ride seemed to contemplate Kirby’s admission.
“Then I’ll stop the clock, kiss you for ten minutes, then we’ll resume with the paid-for session. How does that sound?”
All of a sudden she was hyperaware of their proximity, how utterly strong and protective his arm felt around her, how his sensual mouth would feel while exploring her own, if she wanted it.
And she definitely wanted.
“Why would you do that?” she asked.
“I want to kiss you. Why else?”
Before she could overanalyze it, he pressed his mouth against hers and tenderly nudged her lips apart with his tongue.
She wanted to consume him, as he had begun to consume her.
For the next several minutes, her feelings swung from one end of the emotional spectrum to the other—from being convinced that he enjoyed the deep and intimate kisses as much as she did, to wondering whether this was nothing more than a job duty, then back to being convinced.
As Kirby struggled to stop the pendulum on “convinced,” someone cleared his throat behind them.
I’ve always been curious about what goes on behind closed doors. Especially when they’re unmarked and belong to discreet businesses. I have stepped behind such a door and entered a world where couples claim an enclave or a sofa and get to know each other better. Sometimes a lot better. That club, which shall remain nameless, was the inspiration for this book.
In Easy Ride, I’ll take you behind the unmarked door of a referral-only club where gorgeous men are paid to salve the emotional wounds of women. Where Kirby, an undercover reporter, meets Adam—a male escort with a heart of gold beneath those amazing pecs and equestrian tattoos. Of course, Kirby needs the type of comfort these men offer even more than she needs a story. Adam’s heart, and his past, need mending, as well. And Kirby is just the woman to do it.
I hope you’ll fall in love with Kirby and Adam as deeply as I have. Whatever you do, keep opening doors.
Enjoy!
Suzanne Ruby
SUZANNE RUBY’s writing journey was once as eclectic as the books that grace her shelves. What began as a desire to craft romantic short stories evolved into writing literary fiction, personal essays and poetry. Her journey came full circle when she joined Romance Writers of America and got down to the business—and the pleasure—of writing novel-length contemporary romance. And she has never looked back.
When she isn’t making her heroes and heroines work hard and play even harder, Suzanne is being mercilessly bossed around by her and her husband’s alpha-female German Shepherd at their home in Houston, Texas...and enjoying every minute of it!
Visit her at suzanneruby.com.
For David and Bella—my special angels.
Acknowledgments
Many thanks to Sandra Bretting, my critique partner since the beginning of our writing journey.
To my genre BFFs, Meta Carroll, Robin Gianna, Sarah Andre and Lark Brennan.
And my lifesaver, Perry Jackson.
To my parents, Martha and Bobby, for their unconditional love and encouragement. And my husband, Jeff, for knowing when to be there for me and when to leave me alone and let me write.
Also, special thanks to my wonderful agent, Linda Scalissi, and my amazing editor, Dana Grimaldi, for their gentle, brilliant guidance.
Contents
KIRBY MONTGOMERY ADJUSTED the long blond wig that seemed to be crawling off her scalp with each step. It was almost as if the ridiculous thing were warning her not to follow through with this supremely bad idea.
As if she needed to be warned.
She’d come to this club specifically in search of “bad.” Her reputation depended on it.
Three young men dressed in Wrangler jeans, tight T-shirts and cowboy hats puffed menthols and sipped longnecks near the front entrance of Deep in the Heart, but they paused long enough to gift Kirby with an appreciative once-over.
Ordinarily, she’d welcome such validation. But validation wasn’t what she was after tonight.
She clenched the valet ticket as she would a set of winning lottery numbers. She needed that piece of paper—to claim her Volvo at the end of the night and to access the part of this joint where the real action took place.
