Title: Ryder
Series: Slater Brothers (#4)
Author: L.A. Casey
Genre: Contemporary, Romance, New Adult, Romantic Comedy
Release Date: February 23
Series: Slater Brothers (#4)
Author: L.A. Casey
Genre: Contemporary, Romance, New Adult, Romantic Comedy
Release Date: February 23
Branna Murphy is broken. For months now she has been a part of a
one-sided relationship to a man she loves more than life itself. She prayed for
a miracle, and hoped something would change, but found that was wishful
thinking.
Talking didn’t work. Shouting didn’t work. Crying didn’t work.
Nothing bloody worked.
Ryder Slater is furious. For months now he has been lying to a
woman he would take a bullet for in order to protect her. He is involved in
something that goes deeper than his old past, and if he strays off target,
people will start to die. People he loves.
He couldn’t talk. He couldn’t slip up. He couldn’t lose focus.
He couldn’t do a damn thing.
Things between Ryder and Branna are at rock bottom, and Ryder
knows it. Not only will he be taking on a force that could destroy his whole
family, but he will be battling tooth and nail to save his relationship and
keep the love of his life by his side.
Ryder targeted Branna from the first moment he saw her, and what
Ryder targets, Ryder dominates.
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My eyes locked on the corner booth, or rather on the man in the
booth.
Oh, Christ.
“Branna?” Aideen laughed. “Will you blink?”
I knew I was staring, and for the life of me I couldn’t make
myself stop or at the very least look away. My libido sprung to life and had
taken over full control of my body.
Pulse. Pulse. Pulse.
“Who is that?” I asked Aideen without taking my eyes away from
the Greek God that was sat in the corner booth gulping down Budweiser like it
was water.
“That,” Aideen wickedly grinned as she nudged me to the
edge of the dance floor, “is Ryder Slater. Skull says he is from New York and that
he just moved here with his younger brothers, one of his brothers – who is an
identical twin by the way – is a
fighter. He has fought here almost every weekend for the past few weeks, he is
lethal and is only Bronagh’s age.”
I heard everything Aideen
said, but my mind, and vagina, only focused on one crucial detail of her
intel: Ryder Slater.
“He is gorgeous,” I gushed, unable to look away from him.
Aideen whooped over the music. “Go get him, mama.”
I felt molten heat creep up my neck. “I can’t.”
“Can’t or won’t?” Aideen asked, clicking her tongue.
I looked at my friend and
frowned. “How does a woman like me talk to someone who looks like him? Because I honestly have no idea. I’ll make a tit out of meself.”
Aideen rolled her eyes
and over the music she said, “Branna, will you listen to yourself? You sound
like you’ve already been rejected by him, but you haven’t and you won’t, if you just be yourself. You’re stunnin’, babe,
and you’re a hell of a girl, too. Lads dig that.”
I hated that my eyes welled up. “You’re so sweet to me,” I said
and quickly dabbed under my eyes, careful not to ruin my eye make-up.
“We have got to get you laid,” Aideen grumbled. “And Ryder
Slater will be the one to work out all of your kinks. Come with me.”
Everything happened rapidly fast then. Aideen grabbed hold of my
hand and quite literally tugged me along behind her as she briskly walked off
the dance floor, not caring that body after drunken body was in our way. I
shouted for her to slow down, but either she couldn’t hear me over the music,
or she flat out ignored me. I only shouted once because I became very
self-aware that I was shite at walking in heels, and brisk walking in them
could very well cause my immediate death.
When we made it through the crowd and across the dance floor I
silently thanked God that I survived, but then quickly asked him to take my
life when I realised where Aideen brought us to a stop. We were no more than a
metre away from the very booth that the stunning Ryder Slater was sat at. He
was looking down at his phone, but when he noticed we were standing next to his
table staring at him, he pocketed his phone and gave us his full attention.
I stepped behind Aideen out of sheer mortification.
“Hiya,” she shouted over the music. “I’m Aideen, and this is Branna,
we thought you might like some company. You look a little lost sittin’ over
here on your own.”
How can she speak to him, or
any man, with such confidence? I wondered. I would never be able to do that, not without looking like an
utter fool in process.
I was jolted from my thoughts when Aideen turned to me, and
roughly pulled me out from my hiding spot behind her. I stumbled to her side
and knocked my knee against hers causing me to hiss. I resisted the urge to rub
the sting away, because my attention was now on the grey eyes that were trained
on me.
Oh, hell.
“Hello,” Ryder said at the exact same time the song playing
changed. It allowed me to hear how deep his voice was, and how wicked his
accent sounded.
I waved at him – like an idiot – and said, “Hey.”
His lip twitched and I wondered if he already thought I wasn’t
worth the trouble of talking to.
“Would you like to join me?” he asked, raising his voice to be
heard over the now thumping sound that filled the club.
I swallowed, and stared at him with shock.
Aideen jabbed her elbow
in my side and answered for me. “She’d love to,” she
gushed.
She put her small hand on the base of my spine and pushed me to
the side of the booth Ryder was sitting on, and I didn’t know why, but I
resisted. I suddenly felt like I was being fed to the sharks. I brought my face
to Aideen’s and said, “I can’t do this, I’ll feel too idiotic to sit next to
him. I don’t trust meself not to say somethin’ stupid.”
Aideen completely ignored me and turned me around to face
Ryder – who hadn’t moved an inch since we arrived at the table – and nudged me
forward with both of her hands. To avoid falling on top of Ryder, I had to turn
on my side and drop into a sitting position next to him. I didn’t look at him
out of fear I’d see amusement on his face, so instead I looked to my friend – I
use that term very loosely – and tapped the
empty spot next to me, but she shook her head, grinning.
I widened my eyes, and pleaded with Aideen not to leave me
through my skull drilling stare.
“I’m goin’ to go and get us some drinks,” she stated. “You two
get to know each other, I won’t be long.”
I gasped when she turned and almost instantly got lost in the
crowd. I sat up straight and searched the crowd with my eyes in hopes I would
see her, but I only saw strangers’ move their bodies to the playing music.
“Oh, my God,” I whispered.
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L.A. Casey is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author
who juggles her time with her mini-me and writing. She was born, raised and
currently resides in Dublin, Ireland. She enjoys chatting with her readers, who
love her humor and Irish accent as much as her books.
Casey’s first book Dominic, was independently published in 2014 and became
an instant success on Amazon. Now a hybrid author, she is both traditionally
and independently published and is represented by Mark Gottlieb from Trident
Media Group.
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