Friday, June 6, 2014

His to Claim by Opal Carew

19286648Genre: Romance
Paperback: 288 Pages
Published: September 2, 2014
Series: His to Claim 1-6
   1. His to Claim: No Strings
   2. His to Claim: Savage Kiss
   3. His to Claim: Rock Hard
   4. His to Claim: Wild Ones
   5. His to Claim: Breaking Storm
   6. His to Claim: Perfect Rhythm 

Goodreads Synopsis:

In Opal Carew's His to Claim, Rafe Ranier, a rock musician by night and head of a multi-million dollar family business during the day, never wanted to get involved with his secretary.  But when their combustable attraction ignites, they wind up in bed together—and Rafe’s solitary world is shaken to its core.

Melanie, a shy wallflower who’s harbored a secret crush on her boss for years, is torn. Her heart couldn’t stand it Rafe breaks it off, but that doesn’t mean she can’t indulge in an illicit affair with him…as long as he understands that falling in love is not on the table.But when Melanie agrees to go on tour with Rafe and his band, Savage Kiss, they both discover that passion can set fire to even the most carefully laid plans.

About the Author:

Hi. I’m Opal Carew and I write erotic romance for St. Martin’s Press.
I’ve been writing since 1993, though originally I wrote futuristic, urban fantasy, science fiction, paranormal and contemporary romance. These stories are set in the present, future, or alternate realities and most of my stories are steamy. I am now republishing these under the name Amber Carew.
As Opal Carew, I write erotic romances which always have a romance and a happy ending.
So why do I like writing erotic romance? I like being able to push beyond traditional boundaries. I like dealing with a woman who is growing and evolving – questioning her sexual boundaries and pushing past them. I have been writing stories that involve multiple characters and it’s fascinating to work with the interactions between them. What fun to write a heroine choosing between two equally appealing heroes?  My current project involves a group of several people who interact sexually and I find the scenario an enjoyable challenge.
I try to keep my characters real. I like to have a heroine with whom the reader can empathize. These aren’t women who just jump into bed with anyone. They find themselves in an unusual situation – something exciting and erotic – but a situation where they have to push themselves beyond their comfort level. As a result, they grow as a person. So often fear holds us back – of what others will think of us, of what we will think about ourselves – and we don’t follow our hearts. These women push past that fear.

Excerpt 1 (From HTClaim Part 1 - No Strings) ~450 words

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?”


Excerpt 1 (HTClaim Part 2 - Savage Kiss) ~450 words

“You know,” Rafe said, “if you’re interested in doing something artistic for a living, I’m 

sure we could find something for you in the art department at Ranier Industries.”

Melanie smiled. “There you go trying to help me out again. You know, you’re not 

responsible for me.”

“You’re right, but I’d like to help. Not because I feel obligated. I think you’re talented 

and just need a chance to shine. I’d love to help you do that.”

“Did you want help when you broke away from the company and went off on your 

motorcycle to find yourself?”

His lips quirked up. “No, but I have a big bank account to fall back on. And the family 

business. You have to play it closer to the edge. But I get it. You want to do it on your own.”

She smiled and took a sip of her drink. “Talking about your time away, how was it 

playing your guitar in front of huge audiences?”

His eyes glowed. “It was a pure adrenaline rush.”

She grinned. “A few months ago, I never would have been able to imagine Rafe Ranier, 

businessman, always impeccably dressed in a designer suit, playing guitar with a rock band in 

front of screaming fans, but after seeing you with your tattoos and leather jacket, and riding the 

big motorcycle . . .” She shrugged. “I still say you inspire me.”

He leaned forward. “I like that.”

The intensity of his gaze unsettled her.

“If I can be some part of you breaking free and finding yourself, that makes me feel 


She gazed into his sky blue eyes, her heartbeat increasing. “I’m glad I make you feel 


He was so close. With his broad shoulders and impressive height, she felt tiny in 

comparison. She felt the pull of his masculinity as she leaned a little closer. Heat simmered in his 

eyes as his face drew nearer, then he tipped up her chin. Her breath held as his lips brushed hers. 

Lightly. Tenderly. Then his mouth moved on hers. She breathed in his musky male scent mixed 

with leather and mint. The tip of his tongue teased her lips and she opened. Her arms swept 

around his neck as he slid into her mouth. His hands glided around her waist and he drew her 

closer. Her eyelids fell closed as she felt his arms envelop her.

Oh, God, this was really happening. She was in Rafe Ranier’s arms. They were alone in 

her apartment and he was kissing her. Her bedroom was only yards away. She curled her tongue 

around his and stroked it. Weak with need, she melted against him.

His mouth drew away and she opened her eyes.

He seemed uncertain. “Melanie, are you sure—”

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