Publication date: June 3rd 2014
Genres: Erotica, Romance
His to Claim: Part 1 is the first installment in the scintillating erotic serial novel His to Claim, later to be made available as a complete book featuring special bonus material. Don’t miss the other chapters of Opal Carew’s six-part serial out Summer 2014. She’s his to claim–he just doesn’t know it.
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end. The tattoo had been painful, but not as bad as she’d anticipated. It had been so nice, though,
having him there to literally hold her hand through it.
“Would you like a ride home?” he asked.
She gazed at him in his jeans and tank top, tattoos visible over his chest and flowing
down his arms and she couldn’t help laughing. “I just got a mental picture of you dressed just as
you are now climbing into that shiny, black limo.”
He shrugged. “Sure, why not? Would you like to ride in the limo?”
She had always wanted to. It seemed so glamorous and luxurious. It would be a taste of
how the other half lived.
“Or, since it’s such a nice day, we could ride my motorcycle.”
She raised her eyebrow. “You have a motorcycle?”
“That’s right. It’s over there.” He nodded his head toward a big, gleaming, burgundy
Harley parked on the street in front of the shop. “But I know some women are a little intimidated
Melanie laughed. “Not me. I’ve always wanted to ride one.” She walked to the big
machine and ran her fingers over the soft, black, leather seat. “I would love to ride with you.”
His lips turned up in a devilish grin. “Really?”
She glanced at him and realized her statement might have sounded a little . . . sexual.
Suddenly, an image washed through her of straddling Rafe, and slowly moving up and down on
him, his big erection buried deep inside her. A wild surge of hormones vibrated through her.
As her cheeks blossomed with heat, she flicked her gaze to the seat again. “Um, yeah. It
would be a real adventure. Then I can cross two items off my bucket list—getting a tattoo and
riding a motorcycle.”
“I never knew you had such a wild side.”
Before she could respond, he opened the back compartment and handed her a helmet,
then pulled one on himself.
She opened her bag and pulled out the light sweater she’d brought with her and started to
pull it on. Ever the gentleman, Rafe grabbed it and held it up for her so she could easily push her
arms into the sleeves. As she zipped it up, he pulled a black leather jacket from the storage bin
and pulled it on.
Oh, man, he looked incredibly hot in denim and leather. He mounted the bike and she
climbed on behind him.
Once she was settled, he glanced back at her. “You sure you want to go straight home?”