Thursday, February 19, 2015

Blog Tour: The Biker's Librarian By Shyla Colt




Recovered from an abusive relationship, Juliette Moore is ready to live life on her own terms. Successful, intelligent, and slightly timid, she makes a pact with her best friends to seize the day. She gets more than she bargained in the tall, dark, and dangerous biker, Shooter.

Drawn to her purity and charm, Shooter, finds himself smitten before he knows what’s happening. With his claim firmly placed, he’s ready to go to war when she’s threatened by a madman from her past. Together they weather life storms and find common ground as they merge their two very different worlds.



Excerpt from The Biker's Librarian © Shyla Colt
Juliette wrapped arms around Shooters waist and held on tight. There was an electricity in the air tonight they spoke volumes. The time for courting had come and gone. He couldn’t keep his hands off her tonight. Every caress of her hand, side, and knee had ramped up the sexual tension simmering between them.  He’d ambushed her after work, and taken her to dinner. There was no mystery why he’d taken her to his apartment for the first time. The wind tousled her hair, chilled her barely covered skin and forced her as close to Shooter as she could get.
The man must be a hypnotist. One look into his eyes and she’d been a goner. The heat between them was undeniable. But it was the sweetness hidden beneath those layers of gruff bluntness that had her falling for him. He’d been hurt before, badly. She recognized the pain because she housed it too—like attracted like.
They came to a stop outside an apartment complex on the south side of town.
“It’s not much, but it’s clean and safe.” He shrugged. “I spend most of my time at the club.”
Swinging his leg off with grace likened to a dancer, he stood. Holding his hand out, he helped her stand on her heels
“Doing okay?” He peered at her from beneath ridiculously long lashes.
“Y-yeah. I wasn’t dressed for riding tonight.”
“No.” His heated gaze raked over her painstakingly slowly. Still not used to being the center of his piercing gaze she fidgeted.
“Are you embarrassed?”
“No.” She looked away as her cheeks heated.
“You are.” His teeth were a slash of white in the darkness. “I’m going to devour you whole, Juliette.”
Please do.
He chuckled. “You finally loosening up on me?”.
“Oh my God, I said that out loud.” She’d never wanted to make a cartoon exit so bad in her life. A black hole opening and engulfing her would be welcomed.
“You did and I like it. Don’t hide yourself from me.” He cupped her chin. “Ever. I live unencumbered by rules. When you’re with me I expect you to do the same. You know that by now.”
Completely under his spill she nodded her head.
“Fuck, what are you doing to me, Juliette?” He pulled her hips flush against his. The thick bulge in his pants pressed into her, dropping her belly down into her shoes the way a deep hill would. “Now all I can picture is you in a pencil skirt with a strand of pearls between your breasts. Those long legs spread wide on the checkout counter while I take you hard and fast.” The heated words he whispered tickled her ear and tangled up her insides. She squirmed against him, moaning at the friction it caused.
“That’s it, baby. Feel what you do to me.” His silken voice and the whirlwind events of their courtship seduced her, and robbed her of her modesty. . Shameless, she ground her hips into him, whimpering as tendrils of pleasure unfurled in her pussy. Wetness formed between her legs, soaking her panties and the tops of her thighs.
“That’s it. Do you like the way my cock feels?”
“Yes.”
“It’s only going to get better from here.” He gripped her hips, lifting her up, and she wound her legs around his waist out of instinct. Stunned by her actions, she studied him with hazy vision.
“We need to get inside before I take you on my bike.”
“You can do that?” She whispered. Visions of their limps entwined while she rode him made her moan.
“We will do that, Juliette. You and I are going to do a lot of things together.”
 She liked the way her name sounded on his lips. Wild and untamed, the exact opposite of the woman she’d been for the past twenty-five years. He made her feel adventurous and sexy, like a brand new woman with no tainted past. His long strides devoured the pavement as he began the walk to his apartment.
The controlled precision made her kitten purr louder. They reached the top floor and he placed her back against the door as he fumbled for his keys. His lips tempted her and for once in her life, she took the initiative.
His slack-jawed, wide-eyed expression that followed would have amused her if she hadn’t been so desperate. She traced his lips with her tongue, seeking entrance as his flavor flooded her mouth. Whiskey, tartness and Shooter. The trinity of tastes inflamed her and she dropped her legs lower, lining up with his pelvis once more. They’d built up to this moment and now she couldn’t wait another second. The prominent bulge she felted hinted at something long and thick. She shuddered in anticipation.
“Fuck.” He hissed, bracing his arms on either side of her as their tongues dueled. Bringing her hands up to tangle in his soft locks, she tilted her head for more contact. A moan rumbled in his chest, and he obliged. Her breasts grew heavy as he took over, dominating her mouth with a masterful skill that made her lightheaded. “Need, now.”
His animalistic words filled her with pride. She’d brought a powerful man to his baser self. Seeing the give in his dominating personality turned her on.
The key shimmied, the tumbler turned and he staggered inside. He kicked the door shut and kept going. Her back met the soft surface of his couch.
“Have to taste.”
“No.” She clamped her thighs shut, embarrassed.
“Yes.” His dark eyes and commanding pitch left no room for argument. “Open your legs and hold onto the couch, Juliette.”





Shyla Colt grew up in Cincinnati, Ohio, but has lived a variety of different places thanks to her wanderlust, interesting careers, and marriage to a United States Marine. She’s always loved books and wrote her very first novel at the age of fifteen. She keeps a copy of her first submission letter on her desk for inspiration. 

After a lifetime of traveling, she settled down and knew her time had come to write. Diving into her new career like she does everything else, with enthusiasm, research and a lot of prayers, she had her first book published in June of 2011. As a full-time writer, stay at home mother, and wife, there’s never a dull moment in her household. 

She weaves her tales in spare moments and the evenings with a cup of coffee or tea at her side and the characters in her head for company. A self-professed rebel with a pen. Her goal is to diversify romance as she continues to genre hop, and offer up strong female characters.

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