Interview with OUT OF BOUNDS Author Dawn Ryder!

Interview with OUT OF BOUNDS Author Dawn Ryder!

Joyfully Reviewed is thrilled to welcome Sourcebooks Casablanca Author Dawn Ryder

and her latest release OUT OF BOUNDS!

Dawn Ryder

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?


“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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Please tell us a bit about your latest release.

It’s been a while since I let Dawn Ryder out. She’s my naughty inner child when it comes to writing. Out of Bounds is more erotic and sort of a clash of forces sort of book.

Are you attending any conventions in 2014? If so, what are the top three reasons as to why you like/choose them?

I just returned from the Romantic Times Book Lovers convention. I will attend Romance Writers of America and Romancing the Lakes. Each one is unique but if there is even one person who wants to get a signed book from me, it’s worth the trip.

What is your favorite romance genre and what author makes you absolutely swoon?

My favorite? Lately, I’ve been reading a lot of erotic contempary. I do have a fondness for military heroes. But I still adore historical. I’ve also been reading a lot of classics. The last was ‘To Kill a Mocking Bird.’

What is your dream vacation spot?

A cruise ship. I love to go to sea, with all the amenities of course. I adore being on the water.

What do you think has been the most important moment or event of your life so far? And why do you feel that way?

My healthy birth. If my mother hadn’t had me, I would never have had the opportunity to try anything. Being born healthy is the greatest gift because I can choose to try things.

Is there anything else you would like our readers to know?

Thank you for reading!


Boxers or Brief


Manscape or Not


Lights On or Lights Off

Candle light.

Summer or Winter

Both…but I live in California, so some say it’s the same thing.

The Voice or American Idol

America’s got talent.

Christmas or Birthday

Christmas…because everyone gets to party together.

Heels or Flats

Flats. Boring, I know.

Talk or Text

Talk. I work at a screen all day.

Action Movie or Comedy


Facebook or Twitter



About the Author

Dawn Ryder has not been abducted by gypsies. She stepped through a time tunnel and has been busy writing about Scots in kilts and English Knights for Kensington’s Brava line. but she will return, very soon to her special operations guys and the other characters that are demanding their turn to tell their story. please check back for updates and click on over to to discover what she’s got releasing.

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