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Saturday, June 7, 2014

His to claim by the opal crew release blitz and giveaway!!


Rafe is a rock musician by night and head of a multi-million dollar family business during the day. Melanie is his former assistant, a wallflower who’s harbored a secret crush on him for years. Someone he’d never even consider sleeping with.  But when Melanie decides to leave behind her shy exterior and live out her own sexy bucket list, the two of them are thrown together in a whirlwind affair that pushes both their boundaries.


Opal Carew is the author of Total Abandon, Pleasure Bound, Twin Fantasies and other erotic romance novels. She also writes as Elizabeth Batten-Carew. “So why do I like writing erotic romance?” she asks. “I like being able to push beyond traditional boundaries.” Opal loves crystals, dragons, feathers, cats, pink hair, the occult and all that glitters. While she writes, she listens to inspirational music, lights candles and keeps crystals near. Before devoting herself to  her passion as a writer, Opal spent 15 years as a software analyst, and she has a degree in Mathematics from the University of Waterloo. She lives with her husband and two sons in Ontario, Canada.

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As Melanie stepped outside, Rafe behind her, she regretted that this time with him was about to 


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 


by them.”


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?”




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