Author: Emma Rider
Genre: MMA Fighter Romance
Release Date: October 14, 2015
Savage in the cage.
Savage in the bedroom.
Powerful. Brutal. Mixed Martial Artist, Ryland “The Savage” Cole doesn’t play by the rules. He wants it. He takes it. And he wants Jade.
Professional cuddler Jade has not only been hurt but also deceived by the one she once loved. She’s not going to make a mistake again by giving her heart to a man. Especially since she’s now free.
When a motorcycle club threatens her best friend, she puts her life on the line in order to save him, but in order to do that, she must spend every night in Ryland’s arms.
A ⭐️⭐️⭐⭐️⭐️ Review of WANT by Emma Rider
“Ryan was at ease, knowing the drill and taking his shirt off to reveal a fantastic muscular body that I wanted to map out with my fingertips. Instead, I settled for drooling in silence. I tried to hide that, too, but his eyes were all knowing. The cocky son of a hooha.” – Jade
What a fantastic thrill ride this story was. She covered a lot of ground and did a spectacular job doing it. Want was one of those reads that you sacrifice sleep, food, and the needs of your children to finish reading. No regrets on my part, and my kiddos got to have cookies and chips for dinner. Win. Win.
Jade is a proud person who through unfortunate circumstances and poor choice in her boyfriend, found herself having to start over. She did it in such a creative manner that I still giggle to myself at her entrepreneurship. What a gold mine! Even with all of the crap that was thrown her way, Jade kept her head held high and pushed on. Never stopping to pity herself or let the circumstances define her.
Then just when things are looking up, reality rears her ugly head and Jade is forced into another impossible situation. But lucky for her, her best customer has an offer she just can’t refuse. I have never been a fan of MMA, but due to the visuals in my head of Ryan, maybe I’ll give it an honest try.
The story has something for every reader: motorcycle gangs, deception, love, sex, drugs, hot professional fighters, suspense, and loyalty to friends. I loved the story and hope the “the end” at the end of it is open for discussion.
This is a MUST READ!
The announcer said, “Your winner tonight by way of TKO is Ryland ‘Savage’ Cooooolllle.”
Ryland’s arm was lifted high.
The crowd cheered, and I whistled and clapped along with them. Then I froze as Ryland’s grays ensnared mine. Something powerful gleamed in them. Something predatory, and I was unable to tear away.
A thought crossed my mind. Should I run because of the way he was looking at me? I’d never had anyone look at me like that before. Not any of the menacing women in the prison who were picking their teeth with bones nor my ex when we were in the peak of our relationship. Ryland’s look was scary but another kind of scary. A pure sexual scary, and I kind of liked it.
My insides quivered, and my body ached for him. Sexual tension was a cunning enemy, always present, and I had ignored it since I’d met Ryland. But at the moment, I felt that I was going to blow if he came near me.
He moved, his body a ripple of power as he stalked toward me, ignoring the crowd seeking his attention. A reporter with a death wish stepped in front of him, cutting off his path.
Ryland halted to shoot the man a glare. The reporter changed his mind fast and scurried out of Ryland’s way. Coach threw his hands in the air, shouting at Ryland to stay, but was ignored. Ben must have had iron balls to put a hand on Ryland’s shoulder, but Ryland shot his grays to him, and Ben lifted his hands and backed off slowly.
My jaw had already dropped but fell even more when Ryland vaulted himself up the cage’s chain link, over the edge, and leaped to the ground, his knees bent to soften the impact. The spell broke when people swarmed him like flies, and I lost sight of him.
Tyeesha gave my hand a quick squeeze, mumbling, “Oh Lord, someone has it baaad.”
Who had it bad? Me or him? Because I freaking had it bad. I needed to get the hell out of here before he caught me. As I decided to run far away, maybe Hawaii or someplace farther, I watched the unfortunate person in front of me get tossed aside, and Ryland’s T-shirt-clad body materialized two inches from my face. I cranked my head back and froze.
The lights flashed behind him, and I blinked quickly. The crowd moved and buzzed around me, but they were merely background noise. His white teeth flashed in a predatory way, his grays were molten, and the way he was staring at me had my body flaring from a single flame to a freaking inferno. Run? What was the definition of that word? Before I knew it, he bent and I landed on his shoulder, my breath escaping me.
We were moving before I realized what was going on. I didn’t struggle, but I did attempt to brace myself on his back so I didn’t just hang there. He carried me out of the arena like he was a victorious warrior claiming the glory, claiming his prize. And I was his prize.
Always your friendly neighborhood cosmic secretary of romance, Emma Rider has been weaving stories since she was about five, writing and acting out plays about princes and princesses for her parents often. She currently resides in the East Coast with her husband and two standard poodles. She loves to read, needs to write, and has a love/hate relationship with cooking—but she can be found doing any of these. If she’s not found doing any of these, don’t worry, she’s probably practicing martial arts, dabbling in graphic design or pestering friends with movie quotes. She loves romance, loves happy endings and especially loves writing them.