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Waiting for...and Excerpt reveal πŸ”₯ Riding by Jessica Ruben πŸ”₯


NA Contemporary Romance
Cover designer: Okay Creations
Release date: May 1, 2018
Goodreads
Blurb:
As the bus approaches my stop on the Lower East Side, I raise the hood of my
black sweatshirt. Anonymity is key in my neighborhood—particularly as a lone
female walking at night.
All I want is to leave my crime-ridden shadow of a home in New York City.
I’ve done everything I can to keep my head down and focus on my studies.
College is my only goal; love has never been on the map…
That is, until my sister brings me to an underground fight, where I meet a
gorgeous and mysterious man: Vincent.
He is the ghost in my shadows, showing up to feed me pieces of his upper-crust
life, then evaporating into darkness until his next visit. I’m falling hard and fast.
How can I trust him amidst the depth of his secrets?
Vincent may be even more dangerous than the dark world I’m trying to escape.



EXCERPT:
“Carlos is out,” she says in a rush. I look at her face, feeling my stomach sink.
She’s playing with the hem of her shirt and glances at me nervously. Finally,
her gray-blue eyes bore into mine, and I know that she’s gearing up to tell me
some serious shit.
With trembling hands, I put down my coffee mug. “Tell me.”
“Yeah. Well, I heard he made bail—” She stops, clearing her throat. “I also
heard that he’s, um, angrier than usual.” She stands, bringing the rest of the
carafe of coffee to the table and pouring more into my cup.
I lick my dry lips. “What do you mean?”
She moves to the edge of her seat, pushing sugar my way. “Well, I was on the
stoop yesterday. It was my day off. I was hanging out with everyone and
listening to Mr. Samson talk about a new jazz club that recently opened up in
Harlem. We were all getting high with someone’s hash, shooting the shit—”
“And?” I raise my eyebrows, waiting for her to get to the point.
“Juan came over, and sat with me.” She slightly shifts her head to the side and
presses her lips together. “Well, he told me that Carlos is out now. And, he’s
been talking shit all over town that he and you have some unfinished business.
Juan wanted to tell me because he’s scared for you. I know he’s an annoying
little shit, but after he heard...” her voice trails off.
I blink once, twice, three times.
“There’s more,” she says on an exhale. “Apparently, he hooked up with some
girl last night. Beat the shit out of her. Ms. Santini from Three-A was on her
way to work and stopped to drop off her trash by the dumpsters. Apparently,
she heard a moaning sound. When she saw the girl, her clothes were torn. She
was beaten up and started bawling about Carlos…”
My head gets dizzy, but I force myself to hear every detail. “An ambulance
took her away, but she was in pretty bad shape.”
I want to ask more questions, but the terror has a clamp on my throat.
“I think you need to stay close to me for a while, okay? The Snakes are getting
more aggressive. They want the Blue Houses as their own territory, and it looks
like they’re trying to instill some bigger fear on the streets.” She drops her
gaze. I know she’s afraid. Every girl in the Blue Houses probably heard the
story by now.
“Yeah. Okay. I’ll make sure Angelo knows I need to leave before it gets dark
out.”
“Good idea. We need to sync our schedules so you aren’t walking alone at
night. I’m gonna talk to some other people and try to get their schedules down
so that everyone has a buddy or something at night. I’m sure when everyone
hears about this, we won’t be the only ones who are scared.” I nod my head and
stand up mechanically, rinsing my mug and walking to my room to digest the
new information. After grabbing my stuff, I check my purse to make sure that
my gun is still inside. I lock myself in the bathroom and load and unload the
gun a few times, reacquainting myself with the weapon. If Carlos comes, I’ll be
ready for him.
Getting to work, I let Angelo know the details of what’s new with Carlos. He’s
angry and continues to tell me that I shouldn’t be so stubborn and I need to let
the Borignones get involved. But I refuse. I still don’t want any debts to my
name. I’ve made it this far, and I believe I can wait it out a little longer.
Work passes in a blur. I’m convincing a girl to sell her diamond ring while
Angelo sells the two violins and a Cartier watch to an elderly couple who want
to buy something for their grandchildren.
When the day is done, Angelo insists on calling a car to take me home. I sigh
deeply, knowing that the driver will be one of Angelo’s associates. But
considering the fact that Carlos is out of jail, I’m not going to complain. I nod
my head and take his ride in the name of safety.
I get in the huge black Escalade and see a massive man sitting in the driver’s
seat. Swallowing hard, I remind myself that he’s not an enemy, but on my side.
He drives me right up to my building and I gingerly walk out, my shaking hand inside my purse, gripping my gun. I’m scared as hell, but it makes me feel a
modicum of control. The driver enters the building with me and steps into the
elevator as well.
We reach the fourth floor when I tell him he can go. “I can get into my
apartment fine now.” He nods his head wordlessly and re-calls the elevator to
bring him back downstairs.
I get up to my door without incident and let out the breath I was holding while I
pry my fingers off my gun. “I’m okay,” I say out loud, turning my head and
letting my gaze run up and down my hallway. It’s empty. I pull out my key and
step forward onto my threadbare Welcome mat when I feel like I’ve kicked
something. I look down, confused at what’s on the floor. It must be Janelle’s
sweater that she dropped on her way out. I bend down to pick it up and freeze.




About the Author:
Jessica Ruben lives and works in New York City, where she spends her days 
dominating in the court room as an attorney. Come nightfall, she writes 
romances centering on gorgeous alpha males and the intelligent women who 
love them.
Jessica is an insatiable reader, and will devour a few books a week without 
batting an eyelash. Books have always been her drug of choice, and she has no 
plans on detox anytime soon. She has three wildly delicious children and a 
husband who, for reasons unimaginable to her, loves her brand of crazy.
http://jessicarubenauthor.com

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