The Outsider ($10.95, 100 pages, ISBN: 978-1-60381-514-7) is an erotic romance by Galia Ryan.
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5 Stars: “The combination of the imagery of the author’s writing and the sex scenes made for an exciting reading experience and the reason I’ve given Ms. Ryan 5 stars.”
—Robin Leigh Morgan for The Romance Reviews
“Nothing butters my muffin better than a tale of men in and out of uniform! Here we have a vet and a female police officer! Let the fun commence! Nothing more enticing than an erotic encounter with a stranger. I really enjoyed the set up.” Read more….
—Madame JoJo, The Ultimate Pet Blog
—Alberta, for Manic Readers
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“A gently unfolding tale…. The author’s style is poetic and flowing, and I enjoyed her descriptive phrases.” Read more….
—The Reading Addict
“An interesting story. It definitely caught and held my attention. Not your normal formula for a romance novel, so I was always curious as to where she was going to go with it. Never expected the ending either.” Read more….
—Brriske, for Romance Authors That Rock
Galia has an enthusiastic following, thanks to her Luxuria Trilogy: Choices, Secrets, and Desires:
“You will desperately want this luxurious, fictional universe to be real. The high living lifestyle will sweep you away in a wave of champagne. The action is hot as the main storyline is interspersed with the details of Anna’s ‘dates.’ ” —Margo, Dames Unrestrained Blogspot
In Galia Ryan’s book Choices, she captures the essence of the lifestyle and brings to light a bit of truth rather than just erotic fiction. This book is well written, a feast of a read and I look forward to reading her next novels in the series.” —Brent McLean for Reader Views
“I was immediately captivated by Anna and her story. Choices, the first novel in a new trilogy, was sexy, indulgent and satisfying. I can’t wait to read the rest of Anna’s journey as she continues to discover herself and all the pleasures life has to offer. This is a great choice if you are looking for some light BDSM and erotic entertainment.” —Bookie Nookie Reviews
Cassie Jonsson is a pretty blonde police officer in the small town of Winslow. She has never traveled and has given up on love, settling for an affair with a married co-worker. As the only woman, she is often given the odd jobs, in this case checking out an old house the locals believe is haunted because the owner hung himself in the barn.
The McAllister house is indeed haunted, but not by a ghost. Prophet is a living, breathing, ruggedly handsome former vet, a drifter whose life is in limbo. He awakens something primal in Cassie, a boundless desire that blinds her to the dangers both psychological and physical of bedding a stranger, even one as beautiful as Prophet.
Says Ryan, “I’ve noticed that readers seem to be particularly interested in stories about soldiers, because they’re the ultimate alpha males. Prophet has been to hell and back, and part of him is still there. Cassie is also a soldier of sorts because she’s a police officer—and it’s never easy to be a woman in a man’s profession, especially this one, which requires you to be particularly tough. Cassie and Prophet are both loners who have come to expect very little from life, so how can they possibly trust each other? I thought two such stubbornly independent types would make great adversaries, which allows the chemistry between them to be off the charts.”
Convent-educated from the age of four, Galia Ryan was brought up not to question. Perhaps because of this, she has always been fascinated by all things esoteric and “outside the square.” Originally from Sussex, England, and now living in New Zealand with her soul-mate husband and grown-up family, Galia tries to find time between her passions for writing and reading and for her other love—travel. There is always a growing list of must-see places. Galia is the author of the Luxuria Trilogy—Choices, Secrets, and Desires—and a novella, Forsaking All Others. Click here to find her on the Web.
Keep reading for an excerpt:
Her head was down, her eyes focused on where she was putting her feet. She wasn’t concentrating. Suddenly a hand was over her mouth and her windpipe felt like it was being crushed by an iron bar.
She went into autopilot mode, going completely limp. The additional weight, her group had been told during self-defense training, might knock an assailant off balance, potentially giving the victim a chance to flee. Unfortunately it didn’t quite work that way in practice. Suspended by the arm of her attacker, she felt as if she were being slowly and inexorably strangled. Desperate to relieve the pressure, she scrambled to find her footing.
“I would advise against that.” The voice was soft against her ear, and she remembered something else she’d been told. Try to pinpoint things that will make it easy to recognize her assailant later. Even speech patterns.
She was clawing at both his hand and his arm, twisting and trying to free herself.
“I’m choking,” she croaked through his fingers. It wasn’t strictly true. His hold had already eased a little.
“No, you’re not,” he said. “Will you keep still?”
She made an attempt at nodding.
“Okay. Here’s the rule. There’s only one, so it shouldn’t be too hard to remember.”
Cassie nodded again.
“Don’t move, and that includes trying to turn around.”
She nodded for a third time.
“Good. Just so long as we understand each other.”
The pressure relaxed further. More to the point, the hand over her mouth was gone and she filled her lungs gratefully. “Okay, okay.”
“Keep facing front.”
“Who are you?”
“Just someone passing through.”
She was trying to concentrate, to remember what she had to do, both as part of her job and if things were as bad as they seemed, to stay alive.
“Good guy or bad guy?”
“Depends on whose side you’re on.”
His reaction was almost imperceptible. Had she not been forced up against him she’d never have noticed. So she was right. She tried again.
“Among other places.”
This might not be good. She doubted his time in the army had been spent behind a desk. He was too assertive for that. Plus, he was fit; the muscles of his arm told her that. Hard and unyielding, this guy had been frontline.
Her throat was aching, and she swallowed. “Any chance of a little civilized behavior here?”
“What do you suggest?”
“That you take away your arm altogether.”
“I’d have to trust you to do that.”
“So trust away.”
He laughed. It was a deep, bass sound, and not unpleasant.
“Here’s the deal,” he suggested. “I’ll remove my arm if you agree to stand perfectly still while we engage in a spot of conversation.”
“I’m taking you at your word—the word of a serving police officer.”
Interesting! He must have been watching her yesterday. So why hadn’t he already moved on?