Welcome to UTC! Let’s get to know you a little better! Who is Dawn Ryder? Tell us five interesting things about yourself that readers who not know!

Dawn Ryder is my naughty inner child. She steps over lines, just because they are there. She likes long bouncing sessions on the bounce house and enjoys a good glass of caramel sauce. She is convinced that cake is just a delivery system for frosting, which she licks off her fingers.

OUT OF BOUNDS will be released in June 2014. Can you tell us more about the book?

Writing this book was both challenge and a shot of pure exhilaration. Under my other pen name, Mary Wine, I write historical. There is always a historical something or other going on that helps drive the story. In ‘Out of Bounds’, it was the friction between the characters that drove the story.

Describe Tarak Nektosha in seven words.

Apache. That word still makes me shiver. So does Tarak.

How did you get into writing? What inspired you to tell this particular story?

My first book refused to be ignored. I finally turned off the television and sat down in front of the computer. The next thing I did was learn respect for the art of writing and sticking it out to the last page. But the experience turned out to be addictive for me. Okay, and it does make for a nice way of explaining the fact that I talk to my imaginary friends. I mean at my age, folks give me that ‘you should seek professional help’ look. Unless I’m an author. See…that makes it acceptable or at least less likely to get me hauled away to the loonie ward.

Which other authors have inspired you and your writing?

I cut my teeth on Beatrice Small, Johanna Lindsey and Karen Roberts. Today I enjoy Sylvia Day, Lora Leigh and Cynthia Eden. I also like the classics. Just read ‘To Kill a Mockingbird’.

If you could invite any three authors (dead or alive) to a dinner party with you, who would you pick and why?

Sequoia- Inventor of the first written language for the plains Indians.

Chaucer- He’s bound to have an interesting take on life since he wrote during the middle ages.

A Liberian from the library of Alexandra- Now there would be someone interesting to listen to.

What’s your favorite way to overcome writer’s block?

Remind myself that successful people don’t just happen.

What’s next for Dawn Ryder?

Filthy Rich. It should release in early 2015. It is waiting for the editor’s read.



Power may be best when it’s shared…

He’s used to dominating…
Tarak Nektosha is a self-made man, against all odds. He accomplished that by making sure he’s the one in charge, both in the boardroom and in the bedroom.

She’s taking her power back…
Sabra Donovan has ambition to spare and energy to burn. So what if her last lover was a disappointment? She’s never going to be anyone’s plaything ever again.

Sabra’s outstanding performance at a corporate photo op attracts Tarak’s attention, and the lines begin to blur. What happens when the one on top surrenders and the one used to obeying begins to call the shots?

Praise for Dawn Ryder: “Deeply romantic, scintillating, and absolutely delicious.” –Sylvia Day, New York Times #1 best selling author
“Not to be missed.” –Lora Leigh, New York Times #1 best selling author

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“You’ll do nicely,” he announced, one pace in front of her.

He plucked the wineglass from her distracted fingers and handed it off.

“Excuse me?” she managed to thrust past her frozen lips.

“Sabra Donovan, analyst, master’s in bio fuels. Correct?”

It sounded as if he only added the last word as a courtesy. There was certainly nothing questioning in his sharp gaze. He knew exactly what he wanted and intended to get it. The pure abundance of confidence was mesmerizing.

“I think you have me at a disadvantage,” she muttered.

Pleasure flashed in his eyes. His lips twitched up just a tiny fraction, almost too faint to measure, but she saw it. In fact, she was sure he wanted her to notice. He wasn’t the sort who apologized for anything.

Arrogant too.

He was—and completely unashamed of it.

“I’m your boss.”

She stepped back, something inside of her recoiling. The hot curl of excitement was lingering in her clit, so she wasn’t really sure what it was she objected to, only that complete submission was out of the question. It wasn’t a conscious thought, but something she felt on a very personal level.

His eyes narrowed, somehow becoming more sensuous, more determined.

“Excuse me,” he offered softly. “Tarak Nektosha, your employer.”

She was a complete idiot. He wasn’t Japanese; he was Apache. Lawless, savage, and exactly like the line of vehicles his company produced.

“I require someone to help me cut the ribbon,” he clarified.

“Oh…” She glanced back at the waiting table. The press was positioned near it, their hands on their cameras, more than one was casting an impatient look toward Tarak. “Sure.”

As far as a professional response went, it lacked a lot. But saying “yes, sir” just seemed too submissive. A large part of her flatly rebelled. It was a system-wide rejection, one she was sure she hadn’t experienced before in her life. No man had ever unleashed such a bundle of emotions inside her.

Or so much heat.

Get a grip, girl…

And fast too. It was her frickin’ boss.

He caught her hand. The contact was jarring. She flinched, pulling free. His lips curled, just a tiny amount, flashing his teeth at her before he reached out and renewed his grasp on her hand. His gaze settled on her lips for a moment, causing her breath to catch.

“They are ready for you, Mr. Nektosha,” one of the dark-suited bodyguards informed him quietly.

“Of course.”

He stepped forward, settling her hand on his arm. His shoulder rose above her own as he swept her toward the table. She felt petite and scoffed at her own foolishness.

She was wearing a garter belt for Christ’s sake.

But you’re trembling like a virgin.

“Smile at them…” he leaned down and whispered. “And at me.”

He kept a firm hand on top of hers as he guided her toward the tables. The distance seemed to triple as the camera lenses were pointed at her. The flashes popped, blinding her to everything but her escort. Everyone beyond them was just a shape in the shadows.

Tarak was right at home. He strode down the path, nodding at those waiting to see his performance. The quartet played a fanfare as they arrived at the velvet ribbon. He eased her into place, the position of his hand perfect. He just seemed to know how to touch her. One hand cupping her hip and slipping across her lower back to gently push her in front of him. Once he was behind her, she shivered as his size dwarfed her. He caught her hip once more, his fingers spreading out over her belly and securing her in place. The breeze coming off the ocean was cool, but she could feel his body heat against her back. She was still caught in the hold of arousal. Her clit was throbbing and whining for attention.

Her timing couldn’t have been worse.



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  1. This sounds fantastic! I love that excerpt! Congrats to Dawn on the new release! Thanks for sharing 🙂

  2. This sounds absolutely fantastic! That excerpt totally sucked me in, and Tarak is such a hot, sultry man! I cannot wait to meet him! 🙂 And To Kill a Mockingbird is one of my all time fav classics. Loved the interview and excerpt! Thanks for sharing and introducing me to Dawn Ryder! 😀 xxx

    ~ Maida
    Literary Love Affair 

  3. I want Chaucer to mdeet us in the bounce house! THAT would be a great time!
    Sounds like a great read!

  4. I’m looking forward to reading your contemporary novels Dawn. I’ve enjoyed your historicals written as Mary. 🙂