by Opal Carew
But her gut said otherwise.
“I put a change of clothes on the bed for you. Hopefully, more to your liking.”
She walked toward the bed where a T-shirt and jeans sat neatly folded. She picked up the black shirt and glanced at it. It was adorned with hearts and skulls and a smattering of glitter, and was far too small to fit either of the big biker’s broad chests.
“Where did you get women’s clothes?” she asked.
“Those are Raven’s. She rides with us. I thought you’d like a change of clothes and she was happy to help.”
“Oh, well, please tell her thank you.”
He nodded. “I’m going downstairs. Join us when you’re dressed.”
She watched him cross the room and go out the door. As soon as the door closed behind him, she dropped the towel and tugged the shirt over her head. Then she pulled on the jeans. They were well worn, with shredded bare spots on the legs, and were a little loose around the waist, but there was a studded, black leather belt on the bed, so she pulled that through the loops and tightened it.
She glanced in the mirror at herself. Add black leather wristbands and a leather jacket and she’d pass for a biker chick.
This Raven woman was a biker chick, which meant she was one of the gang. Any hopes of gaining her sympathies and maybe talking her into helping Laurie escape evaporated.
She sat on the bed and wondered what to do next. If she just stayed up here, Steele was bound to come and get her. Maybe at that point his patient manner would change, just like Donovan’s charming manner had changed when he became annoyed with her. She didn’t want to chance it.
Anyway, she could use a cup of coffee, and she was getting hungry.
She walked to the door and grasped the heavy black doorknob, then turned it, her heart thumping loudly. She peered out the door and saw no one in the long, wide hallway. She slipped from the room and closed the door, then walked along the hardwood toward the stairs. She could hear masculine voices talking downstairs.
“There you are,” an unfamiliar male voice said behind her, then strong arms wrapped around her waist and she sucked in a breath as she was tugged through a doorway and spun around.
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Bliss
Forbidden Heat
Secret Ties
Six
Blush
Swing
Twin Fantasies
Pleasure Bound
Total Abandon
Secret Weapon
Insatiable
Illicit
His to Command
His to Possess
His to Claim
About the Author
Opal Carew is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of fifteen previous erotic romances for St. Martin’s Press. To learn more, visit her on the Web at www.opalcarew.com.
This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
RIDING STEELE: KIDNAPPED. Copyright © 2014 by Opal Carew. All rights reserved. For information, address St. Martin’s Press, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, N.Y. 10010.
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eISBN 978-1-4668-7834-1
First Edition: November 2014
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