I am excited to share the release of GET ON by my friend Regina Cole! With rave reviews, this is an erotic romance you don’t want to miss.
Get On by Regina Cole
Only Mia Bartholomew could attend a body mod convention and end up at an illegal street race, running from the boys in blue. So what’s a hot-blooded Latina piercer to do? Jump on the first motorcycle out of there, that’s what. She’s got a career to think about, after all.
Of course, that motorcycle would have to belong to a crazy-cute ex-cop with a broken heart and a burning vendetta. Garrett Long’s former girlfriend was a casualty of his last case. He won’t rest until he punishes her murderer, a drug-running trust-fund kid with the DA in his pocket.
Garrett and Mia try to go their separate ways, but their animalistic attraction simply won’t fade. And the sex? Best. Ever. Though their fiery passion really couldn’t have picked a worse time to flare—Garrett’s target is upping his game, leaving him with a choice. Die for revenge? Or live for Mia?
A Romantica® contemporary erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
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An Excerpt From: GET ON
Copyright © REGINA COLE, 2014
All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.
“Hey, Mia, wait up,” Chris called from behind her, and Mia’s fists tightened as she kept walking.
“Oh, let her go. She’s not any fun today.” Petra’s voice floated to her. “Come on, I’ll keep you company.”
Mia shook her head as she stalked toward the road, following the crowd of people. This was stupid. She shouldn’t have come here. She should’ve stayed in the bar and tried her luck with the bartender. At least then she’d be ignored and alone in a bar instead of out in the middle of Freddy Krueger’s backyard.
Loud cheers came from the crowd as a flashy red Corvette rumbled down the country road, stopping just at the edge of the grove of trees. Off in the distance, Mia could make out a car parked sideways at the end of the road. A blue Bugatti stopped beside it, the driver hanging one elbow out the window as he waved to the crowd.
A familiar voice laughed behind her, and Mia glanced back. She resumed walking in the opposite direction, wanting to put distance between herself and Chris’ gang of friends. She might have to ride back with them, but she didn’t have to stand with them and listen to Petra complain about how prudish she was. She wasn’t a prude, but damn it, she didn’t want to be pawed.
She’d only been walking for a few minutes when a hush fell over the crowd. She cast a glance back over her shoulder, relieved when she couldn’t see Chris or Petra anymore. The only vehicle nearby was a motorcycle, and the guy who stood beside it wasn’t even looking her way. Good. She’d kind of struck out on making new friends today.
She looked down the road at the starting line. A guy stood in front of both cars, less than a hundred yards away. He was dressed in baggy jeans, a nice button-down and a huge silver chain. Obviously the master of ceremonies. He flashed a big grin.
“Hey everybody, are you ready?” he shouted.
A giant cheer followed his words. Mia crossed her arms and leaned back against a tree. A few rich boys and their toys, revving engines to see whose dick was bigger? Not really her scene.
“This race is one lap. Down Farriss Road, right onto Packhouse, right onto Graceland, which loops onto Farriss again. Total distance is two miles. First one back to start is the winner.”
The MC paced in front of the cars, working the crowd as the engines revved. His mouth was moving, but Mia couldn’t really make out what he was saying anymore, as the cars and people competed for who could be the loudest. With a grand gesture, the MC pointed at the Corvette and the bystanders went wild. But when he pointed at the Bugatti a few seconds later, they went absolutely nuts.
“Ridiculous,” Mia said as she kicked a pinecone. “Why the fuck did I agree to this?”
Even as she bitched aloud, she couldn’t help but admire the beauty of both cars. She liked to go fast. Hell, who didn’t? But she’d never be able to afford a flashy car like that, not by piercing for a living. She loved what she did, but it wasn’t exactly the most lucrative career.
A beautiful girl stood beside the MC, a flag in her hands. He moved aside, and the energy of the place was humming now as the crowd anticipated that scrap of fabric dropping. She held it high for one beat, two, and then it dropped.
The cars took off, their back tires smoking and the crowd screaming.
Mia’s breath caught in her throat as she watched them tear past her. God, they were fast. Flashy and powerful. Made her wonder what it’d be like to go that fast, just once.
But then, out of the corner of her eye, a blue light caught her attention. She stared off into the distance but it didn’t disappear. It got larger.
The cops were coming to break up the race. This was illegal, wasn’t it?
Mia’s stomach dropped. “Oh shit.”
Garrett scanned the crowd from his position a little ways down the stretch from the starting line. There weren’t many spectators, most of them crowding by the cars, drinking, partying and generally having themselves a ball. He nodded to Quentin, who’d parked his bike in the thick of it. The signal passed from Quentin to Trent, and then to Reg, who was somewhere behind the Bugatti.
And then Garrett waited. While Art’s supposed friend and right-hand dealer drummed up the crowd, Reg was scoping out the lay of the land. More than anything, Garrett needed to know where Art Ford was hiding. What he was up to tonight. There had to be more to this than a simple race. The recurring theme with Artie was always drugs, money and influence. So what did he stand to gain with this little performance?
Garrett grunted. He’d know soon enough.
The return signal came only a second later. Quentin’s right hand raised and fell twice.
Disappointment tensed his shoulders. Art wasn’t driving; Garrett had expected he wouldn’t be. The coward wouldn’t risk his own hide, even for this kind of show. But the signal meant he wasn’t in the car, and he wasn’t in the thick of the crowd on the sidelines.
Where the fuck was that asshole?
The starting flag dropped and the cars took off, but Garrett wasn’t looking at them anymore. He was staring into the woods across the road, beyond the spot where a woman was propped against a tree, watching the race. The moonlight was glinting off something far behind her in the trees, but he couldn’t tell what. He stepped closer, trying to get a good look.
That’s when the woman took off, running toward the crowd.
“Shit, it’s the cops!” The cry came from his left, and chaos ran through the spectators. They clambered over one another, sprinting for their vehicles as sirens wailed in the distance, coming closer with every second.
Garrett didn’t pay attention to any of them, instead hurrying across the road to stare into the near-darkness. Was that a car in the woods? A black SUV maybe?
Only a half second later, the headlights flashed on and the SUV rumbled to life, barreling straight for the road. Garrett ducked behind a tree, glad he’d worn black leather tonight. Between that and his dark-knit skullcap, it was likely he hadn’t been seen. He gained his feet just as the vehicle turned onto the road and a pale white face caught his eye.
“Goddammit, it’s Ford,” Garrett hissed as he sprinted for his bike, weaving through the traffic that was now pouring onto the road. He could make it, he could follow him, see where he was going—
Just then, the woman who’d been standing with her back against the tree ran down the other side of the road.
“Wait for me!” she yelled, waving her arms wildly at a departing SUV. “Petra, Chris, wait!”
But the vehicle didn’t stop, just kept rolling down the road as if the nearby blue lights were after them alone.
Garrett swung his leg over the bike, looking back to the road. Ford’s truck was still there in the distance. On his bike, he could probably weave through the traffic, catch up with him, blend in…
“Hey, somebody!” The woman drew near, still waving at the traffic, a frantic look on her face. “Don’t leave me here, please! My ride left me! I don’t even know where I’m at.” She had long black hair that curled and moved like a wild thing as she turned her head this way and that; full, pouting lips and expressive eyes that raged at the fast-moving cars. She was beautiful. She was alone…abandoned.
Garrett frowned. God damn his sense of chivalry.
He kicked the bike into gear and barreled straight across the road, not paying attention to the vehicles that had to slam on their brakes to prevent a collision. He slid to a stop just beside the woman and held out his hand.
“Come with me.”
She reached for him, then hesitated. “Really? Who are you?”
“I’m your ride out of here. Get on, the cops are coming.”
She glanced to her right, where the sirens were screaming louder than ever. He could even see the blue lights reflected in her eyes—a deep green, at his best guess in the flashing light. Her fists tightened at her sides, and when she took a deep breath, he was impressed with his fortitude, not even glancing at the way her cleavage swelled at the top of her burgundy neckline. Well, not glancing long, anyway.
“I hope I don’t regret this,” she said as she grabbed his hand.
He steadied her as she climbed onto the bike behind him. Her thighs gripped his and her hands locked around his midsection. He tensed his abdominal muscles and revved the bike’s engine. “Hold on tight.”
He kicked the bike into motion and they joined the flow of traffic. Garrett smiled at the feel of wind on his face and the feel of hot woman behind him. He was almost sorry he couldn’t see her now, that wild hair streaming behind them like a living flag. Her face was plastered against his back, and her thighs were clamped so hard against his that he couldn’t help but imagine what it’d be like to have her beneath him.
Maybe later, he thought with an evil grin, swerving into a gap between two cars, a gap almost too small for his bike. For now, they had to get the hell out of there without being arrested.
They tore off into the night, driving much too fast. Exactly how Garrett liked it.
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