About Tory Richards

Tory Richards is an Amazon bestselling author who writes smut with a plot. Born in Maine, she's lived most of her life in Florida where she went to school, married, and raised her daughter. She's retired from Disney and spends her time with family and friends, traveling, and writing.

 

 

Desert Rebels MC - coming 2019

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Phantom Riders MC Trilogy

 

 

Phantom Riders MC - Book 1

Betrayal leaves Hawk, president of an outlaw motorcycle club distrustful and hating woman. Once he’s satisfied his animal urges he casts them aside without a second thought. But then Audra shows up, threatening his club and way of life and Hawk has to decide to turn the sexy pint-sized package of trouble loose, or claim her for his own.

 

No Mercy - Book 2

Rock’s the VP of Phantom Riders MC. Dangerous. Unpredictable. Ruthless. A killer who’ll stop at nothing to keep what’s his. Allie had given Rock her virginity, and then ran away when she got pregnant. Club trouble doesn't stop him from showing up at her door seven years later, demanding his son, and claiming her.

 

What He Wants - Book 3

Big John...club enforcer. He's big and scary and he sets his sights on Daisy the instant he locks eyes on the curvy beauty. Daisy...she's grown strong and independent since leaving an abusive marriage, but nothing prepares her for the hulking, sexy biker who wants to claim her!

 

 

 

Nomad Outlaws Trilogy Book 1

 

 

Ruthless - Book 1

Blurb - Wildman forced Rebel to take Ginger's innocence in a sick and twisted initiation to prove his loyalty. He helps her escape, and she disappears soon after, helping herself to his money first. Four years later he tracks the innocent beauty down, but it isn't just his money that he's after. He wants Ginger for himself, and he'll go to any lengths to claim her.

 

Dangerous - Book 2

Jace is a nomad, an outlaw biker who likes to work alone. Fierce, dangerous, a killer when he needs to be. He calls no place home, and no woman owns his heart. Until her. Luna.

 

Furious - Book 3

Moody had it all once, and lost it in a heartbeat. Now he goes through life as a cold, heartless nomad. A man to avoid and be afraid of, uncaring that each day could be his last. He gives a fuck about nothing and no one, until an innocent woman appears out of nowhere, unafraid of his fury, challenging his demons, making him want to live again. Is he strong enough to let her into his heart?

 

 

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Phantom Riders MC - Hawk

Excerpt

 

I quickly scooted out of the booth, realizing Hawk was right behind me. Before I could question him, he grabbed my arm and proceeded to jerk me in the direction leading to the back of the bar. I glanced around the bar wildly, but I didn’t see Dane’s men anywhere.

 

“They left, but they’ll be back.” We entered a dark hallway and halfway down he stopped us at a door. I expected him to knock, but he lifted his leg and kicked the door in, causing the occupants in the room to scream out in fear. “Out!” he snarled.

 

I barely had time to acknowledge the naked couple before they snatched up their strewn about clothes and rushed past us. As the man passed me I recognized him as one of Hawk’s men. We made eye contact long enough for him to wink at me. Once they cleared the threshold, Hawk pulled me inside and slammed the door behind him.

 

“Take your clothes off.”

 

“What?”

 

“Take your clothes off.”

 

I know my jaw dropped at his demand. When I realized that he meant it I began to back up, slowly shaking my head. “You’re crazy!” I whispered sharply.

 

“Take your fuckin’ clothes off!” So far he hadn’t moved from his spot, yet I’d backed up until my back was against the wall. “Those men knew how to find you, which means there’s a bug on you somewhere.”

 

I tried to decipher what he was saying, but my brain wouldn’t wrap around the words that he thought I had a bug on me. He took a menacing step toward me, and that was all I needed to do what he wanted. Strangely, I wasn’t afraid of Hawk, only of what having his hands on me would make me feel. I was attracted to him in a strange way that left me feeling confused. Maybe it was because I knew that he wasn’t attracted to me.

 

I quickly removed my hoodie and handed it to him, kicking off my shoes at the same time. As Hawk began going over it, I unzipped and rolled down my jeans. I’d reached for the bottom of my t-shirt when a memory slammed into me.

 

“Just a minute.” I waited for him to look at me. “There’s no way there can be a bug in these clothes because they aren’t mine. I took them from a dryer in the laundromat.”

 

He hesitated for only a second. “I want everything.”

 

Deciding not to argue with him, I removed my t-shirt and threw it at him. He caught it to his chest and I swear I saw the tiniest curve of his mouth showing amusement at my irritation. He examined my clothes thoroughly, finding nothing, as I’d expected. Then he turned those dark eyes on me, running his gaze up and down my body, missing nothing.

 

“Everything,” he demanded. “Or did you borrow your underwear, too?”

 

No, the underwear I had on were mine. An expensive, sexy, thong and bra set Dane had purchased for me from Victoria’s Secret. The way Hawk’s gaze moved over me turned me on when it shouldn’t have. I was no stick figure, my short height gave me curves I’d spent half my adult life hiding, until I’d realized that some men liked meat on their women. The coffee eyes on me now revealed that Hawk was no exception.

 

I swung around and reached up to unhook my bra, hearing Hawk’s hiss. Tossing the bra to him, I waited, unsure if I would be able to remove my thong. This was silly because my backside was completely naked to him in that moment. I pulled it down, catching another hiss from Hawk when I bent slightly to work it over my knees and down my legs. I tossed it over my shoulder in his direction. Completely nude, I reached for the top sheet on the bed before facing him again.

 

“Satisfied?” I nearly swallowed my tongue when I saw that he had my thong in his hands. There was no way a bug could be hidden in that tiny, see-through thing.

 

Hawk’s expression was savage. Something strong and basic controlled him. He reminded me of a bronze statue, solid and powerfully intimidating. I was a prisoner, held captive by the intensity in his eyes. Slowly his hand moved upward to his face, pausing right beneath his nose. His nostrils flared and his eyes closed as he crushed the bunched thong and inhaled deeply.

 

Ohmygod, I’d never seen anything so compelling, so erotic. Lust slammed through me, flushing heat over my whole body. I held my breath and watched as his eyes opened slowly, lazily, revealing the truth. He was as turned-on as I was. No, scratch that—he was ravenous!

 

“Toss me your shoes.”

 

What? Was I reading him all wrong, seeing something I only wanted to see? But then everything I’d learned during my short acquaintance with Hawk came back to the surface, reminding me that he ignored his emotions and his body’s cravings. I didn’t think that he was afraid of letting go, he didn’t strike me as a weak man, but as someone who thrived on absolute total control. That made him very dangerous.

 

I grabbed my Valentino sneakers and tossed them to him. He caught them with one hand. He examined them thoroughly, frowning when he came to the pyramid studs decorating the side. One of them appeared to be loose and with little effort he was able to remove it. He held it up for me to see but I had no idea what he wanted me to acknowledge.

 

“It’s decoration.”

 

He shook his head. “It’s GPS.”

 

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Ruthless 

Nomad Outlaws Trilogy Book 1

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.

 

 

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Dangerous 

Nomad Outlaws Trilogy Book 2

Excerpt

 

 

“What’s the hurry, darlin'?” This came from the biker that I'd been hoping to avoid. Samson had moved away, and the man's hands were resting on top of his thick thighs as he balanced his bulk on his bike.

 

He was wearing biker gloves, the half-finger kind. As I glanced over the patches on his vest, I noticed that he had one on that said “Nomad”, while the other bikers’ patches revealed that they were in the Wreckers MC. His muscular bulk, the bulging muscles that I'd already noticed in his arms, revealed that he was a powerful man. He was nowhere near as handsome as the blonde God, but there was something about him that made him appealing, too appealing for my peace of mind. His square jaw and strong, firm mouth was sensual. Even though his eyes reflected friendliness, I got the impression that this man was dangerous and someone to be careful around.

 

“I’m hungry,” I finally said, as if that explained everything. I ignored the chuckles of two of his friends, mesmerized by the steel blue of his eyes as they dropped down my body in a lazy assessment that stole my breath.

 

“Me too,” he returned, his gaze roaming back up my body. "And you're just my type."

 

Instant heat flushed through me. He was teasing me, and I didn't like the quirk on his mouth. The way he was looking at me made me feel naked in my jean cutoffs and clinging t-shirt. As I felt my nipples betray me by hardening beneath his stare, I took a breath and forced myself to walk away.

 

"Sounds like your problem," I said indifferently.

 

There was no way I was getting involved with an obvious bad ass when I’d just gotten rid of one.

Well, one who’d thought he was, anyway.