Spotlight & Giveaway: Rule Breaker by Harper Kincaid

Posted March 19th, 2015 by in Blog, Spotlight / 38 comments

Today it is my pleasure to Welcome romance author Harper Kincaid to HJ!

Hi Harper and welcome to HJ! We’re so excited to chat with you about your new release, Rule Breaker!

Thank you so much! This was a lot of fun.

Please summarize the book for the readers here:

Rule BreakerRe-belle-ious, free-spirited Lauren Renwick has decided it’s time to trade her wings for roots. That means no more bad boys, no more foolish choices. Yet when she’s stood up on New Year’s Eve, her resolution to stick to her Mama’s Rules for Dating weakens. Especially when she spots sex-in-leather-and-tattoos, Jackson Sullivan.

One look at Lauren, and Jackson is hell-bent on getting her on the back of his Harley and riding straight for his bed. Their night together is an erotic rush that has a new word popping up on his horizon—forever.

Lauren tries to convince herself he’s just one last fling to get bad boys out of her system, yet she finds herself falling hard and fast for a man with a stalker ex and a meddling Irish family. Plus, he has zero chance of passing her uptight parents’ inspection.
Jackson has Lauren’s back, but if she wants all of his heart, she’ll have to meet him halfway—by ditching rules that hold her prisoner, and learning to stand up for what she really wants.

Please share the opening lines of this book:

“Hey, princess, you lost or something?”

I had only been at the bar for a couple of minutes, with my killer Jimmy Choos resting
on the foot rail and my just-bought-this-afternoon cocktail dress riding up my thighs while I sat on the shaky-legged barstool. From what I saw when I looked around, I couldn’t blame the guy for thinking I was lost, because I was definitely out of place.


Please share a few Random facts about this book…

  • Each chapter begins with one of our heroine’s Mama’s Rules for Dating – and exactly how Lauren has the best time breaking them!
  • The story is set in a town called Vienna, VA – which is not only a real town, but has been consistently voted one of the best small towns to live in the United States by CNN and Money magazine!
  • Harper Kincaid is a pen name and serves as an homage to one of her favorite Kristen Ashley heroes, Hopper Kincaid, the badass alpha biker featured in the book, Fire Inside.


Please tell us a little about the characters in your book. As you wrote your protagonist was there anything about them that surprised you?

Lauren Renwick, our blonde-haired, green-eyed heroine, is a free-spirited and talented twenty-seven-year-old mural artist, who has given up her wings for roots, finally looking to settle down. She comes from a traditional Southern family, who loves her dearly but doesn’t really understand her. Working as an artist? Almost thirty and not married? Lauren’s determined to give her Mama’s Rules for Dating a fair shot, until Jackson Sullivan comes along. The thirty-five-year-old, dark-haired, blue-eyed biker and bar owner is hell-bent on proving to Lauren that not following the rules is a lot more fun. But there’s more to Jackson than just being a sexy-leather-clad bad boy and he’s going to have to work extra hard to prove to Lauren and her family that he’s the only choice for her. Forever.


As you wrote your protagonist was there anything about them that surprised you?

I really fell in love with Jackson Sullivan, not just because he’s a whip-smart, alpha man, but because he doesn’t let anything bad touch Lauren. He even gets in her parents’ faces about how they underestimate her – something I find particularly irresistible.

Lauren might have been a bit wild in the past, but she surprised me just how much of a good girl she really was. She doesn’t believe in casual sex and she really does want to find the man for her. She’s both a free-spirit and a traditional, Southern girl – and it takes her time to reconcile both sides of herself.

The First kiss…

In the supply closet of Jackson’s bar. And man was it HOT!

Did any scene have you crying or laughing (or blushing) while writing it?

I would have to say the scene towards the end when Jackson’s confronting her parents. It’s not the final crescendo, but it sure brought tears to my eyes. The last line gets me every time.

“She told me how you all look at her work like it’s a hobby, some way for her to pass the time until she gets what I’m sure you two would think is a ‘real’ life. Have you seen what your daughter can do? Fuck, it goes beyond being able to paint or draw. It’s like you’ve been gifted with a goddamn pearl and you’re throwing it back so you can go looking for sand.”


If your book was optioned for a movie, what scene would you use for the audition of the main characters?

The scene below is of Lauren and Jackson having their first ‘tiff’. After going to bed together the first night they met, Jackson wants to take Lauren away for the weekend and get started on the two of them as a couple. All the while she’s five-mental-paces-behind, still trying to determine what to think of Jackson and what she wants from him, if anything at all.

The actors cycle through about three or four different emotions in this one scene and it’s a good example of the kinetic chemistry between them and the fast-paced ride they have together:

I opened my eyes and absorbed all that was Jackson.
“No bullshit, right?”
His lips twitched slightly. “Yeah, baby. No bullshit.”
“I don’t want whatever this is between us to end today, but I don’t think we’re looking for the same things beyond that. And I’ve made a resolution to myself—a New Year’s resolution I intend to keep—that I’m going to get serious about my future, and hanging with a sexy-as hell biker guy doesn’t exactly line up with that plan.”

He offered me a warm smile, one that singed a brushfire straight through me. My
instincts were telling me he wasn’t just sex and leather. Maybe I owed him more than a
stereotyped assumption?

“So I’m gathering from what you just said that, in your head, sexy is the same as

“In my experience? Yes.”

His eyes twinkled with a glint that made me feel both warm as in comforted and hot as
in turned on at the same time. How the hell did he do that?

“So, am I safe in assuming you want the stable nine-to-five guy who wears a tie, so you
can have your two kids, surrounded by a white picket fence?”


If you could have given your characters one piece of advice before the opening pages of the book, what would it be and why?

While I am not religious, I am definitely spiritual, and so I’d tell Lauren that some of the best happily-ever-afters come through people and events you’d never expect. When you open your mind and heart, you give room for God, you often find something even better.

What are you currently working on? What other releases do you have planned for 2015?

I’m happy to tell you I’m almost finished with the Book Two from the Break on Through series, called Heart Breaker, which will be released this summer. This book, also being published by Samhain, shares the story of how Jackson’s best friend and notorious divorce attorney, Kyle Masterson, meets his match in Lauren’s neighbor and celebrated local actor, Samantha Lockhart. I loved these two finding each other – two players – or heart breakers – falling crazy in love despite their best intentions.

I am also having two releases with Entangled Press’ Brazen imprint, part of Tessa Bailey’s Serve series, due out in the summer and fall of 2015. Both are about charactersin New York’s most elite BDSM club. I’m writing the eighth and tenth books in the series, tentatively called “Bind Me Before You Go” and “Claim Me Before I Break.”

Thanks for blogging at HJ!


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Excerpt from Rule Breaker:

By the pool table were a bunch of rough-as-leather motorcycle riders, getting loud and throwing down bets on the pool table. There were more than a couple of hookups going on in the darkened corners with the occasional flash of flesh making an appearance. Even though I was surprised by the blatant PDA, I also couldn’t help but envy them. At least they had someone worth sweating with on New Year’s Eve.
I straightened my dress and glanced up, only to find the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen walking straight toward me. His gaze was intense, and he was tall with broad shoulders that ate up the space around him as he moved. His hair was jet black and even with the poor lighting, I could tell it was glossy like silk. I liked that it wasn’t too long or too short, and it had this sexy, messy way about it, like he just rolled out of bed after having mind-blowing sex. I couldn’t tell the color of his eyes, but I could still determine he had an amazing mouth and a rugged face. Pure masculine beauty, wearing faded blue jeans, a henley shirt that was snug enough to highlight his muscular frame, and well-worn motorcycle boots.
Bad-boy sex on legs.
Exactly the kind of man I was trying to avoid those days.
He was totally gorgeous and definitely intense, with the way he stared at me like a gazelle on an open plain that was seconds away from being devoured. Nothing was distracting him from getting from across the room right to me.
As he approached where I was seated, he gave the bartender a quick chin lift. The bartender reciprocated the manly greeting, poured a finger of whiskey in a glass and handed it to him. I noticed that even when Mr. Sex on Legs reached for his drink, he did it without taking his eyes off me for a second.
“Hey,” he said with a voice as rough as gravel. “What’s your name?”
Oh sweet Jesus, don’t tempt me with a rough-and-ready biker god who is on a well-acquainted, knows-my-drink-without-asking basis with the bartender. Bad enough he exuded sex and sin, which was my weakness. Definitely didn’t need a man with Johnny Walker or Jim Beam riding on his back.
I gave him a perfunctory glance. “Doesn’t matter my name. I’m not staying here long enough for us to get acquainted.”
Two of his fingers propped my chin up, forcing me to look at him. Damn it, he really was the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. He had blue eyes. No, not just blue eyes, but go-on-vacation-and-do-laps-in-the-warm-Caribbean-Ocean blue eyes. And those eyes were scalding hot on me, burning me whole. And I knew that look. It meant I needed to get out of there, fast, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to escape the smoldering, hot-guy tractor beam that was pulling me in.
“Listen.” I sighed, trying my hardest to pretend he had no effect on me. I backed my chin away from his hand. “You are definitely a scrumptious treat, but I’m not sampling tonight, if you get my meaning. Nothing personal.”
He threw his head back and laughed loud and deep, the vibration humming through my body.
“Fuckin’ gorgeous and funny. Makes it even better.”
“Um.” I stalled, feeling confused. “Makes what better?”
He looked at me as if the answer were obvious. “The promise of you, babe.”
He took a sip of his drink and waited patiently for my response, which I couldn’t give him, wouldn’t give him, because the last thing I wanted was for him to hear in my shaky voice how his eyes, his words, his smoldering looks were affecting me, making me flush all over. Like a goddamn schoolgirl.
His were not the only eyes on me. I could feel a different kind of heat, the fury of women who wanted me dead. Across the room a bunch of them were seated at some of the rounds and in the booths, and they’d been watching us intently ever since he crossed the room to me.
“Wouldn’t one of your biker babes—” I pointed over to the herd with my chin, “—be a better bet to score with before midnight? They certainly seem…anxious that you’re over here.”
He smirked, his gaze traveling from my eyes to my mouth and back. “That’s like shooting fish in a barrel. No fun in that.”
“I get the feeling they think you belong to them. And the way the barkeep knows your drink tells me you’ve hung out on these barstools way more than I’m comfortable with. Again, nothing personal, but I’m going to make sure this year is the year I start living right. And gorgeous?” I drawled while placing my hand on my hip. “You’ve got bad decision written all over you.”
I was so busy with my rant that I hadn’t really noticed that instead of getting angered or defeated, Mr. Sex on Legs was actually getting off on my attitude, and I knew that because the playful glimmer in his eye turned molten and dark.
He leaned toward me, coming close enough for me to catch the glorious musky scent that I knew was his alone. Suddenly I felt his warm hand at the nape of my neck, holding me firmly, with his thumb pressing into the pulse point on my throat.
“Gorgeous, funny and feisty. And feisty usually means sharp as a tack.” His fingers started caressing the back of my neck, and I bit my lip to quell the moan rising through me. He kept talking. “Although you’re wrong about the barfly assumption. I own this place, so it serves Robby here well to know my drink.” His hand came up, he threaded his fingers through my hair and his deep, rough voice ran through me, like liquid smoke and fire.
“Can’t imagine what sort of fucked-up happened to you tonight to end up here, but not gonna complain seeing as your bad luck will end up being real good for me.” His gaze slowly traveled the length of me. “So, darlin’, gonna tell me your name already?”
I knew this was my cue to tell him my name and offer some pithy response. But not only did I have nothing, I chickened out, muttered a quick apology and took off for the bathroom.
I did my business and splashed cold water on my heated face. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and leaned my palms and my weight against the porcelain sink, mortified to go back out there again. The only thing positive about my predicament was that the humiliation sobered me right up. Now all I had to do was go back, settle my tab and get the heck out of there.
Is that what you really want? a small voice inside me asked. I had to admit that I was curious about this man. He intrigued me, and I was glad to feel a hum under my skin and between my legs when I was with him. Certainly hadn’t felt anything close to that with Keith over the last several months.
I stood there and let my mind wander off, wondering if the skin on his fingers was smooth or calloused, hoping for the latter because I really liked the way rough hands and fingers felt against my silken, wet center.
Jesus, Lauren, panting much? Get. A. Grip.
I liked men, but it took more than a handsome face to get me this wound up. They had to be wicked smart and confident. Even though he seemed completely at home in his bar, there was something about him that seemed different, like there was more to him than being a reckless biker. Of course I had nothing to substantiate my hunch, but I couldn’t remember the last time I felt so drawn to someone on first sight. Maybe never before.
After I dried my hands and face, I opened the bathroom door, only to feel someone grab me by my upper arm and drag me off so fast, I didn’t realize what was happening. A side door opened and closed with me on the other side.
The room was dark, except for the moonlight coming in from a window on the other side. As soon as my eyes adjusted, I could see I was in a long and narrow room with some restaurant supplies. Standing in front of me was my blue-eyed troublemaker. Now, he was holding me by the arm and he was close. Very close.
Truth time? I loved the idea of this beautiful man coming after me. But I didn’t want him to see that, to know the effect he had on my mind and body.
He hadn’t earned it.
So I covered desire with insolence.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I barked at him, giving off as much attitude as I could muster, which wasn’t easy because being this close meant I caught his scent, and it was a mixture of musk and whisky. Pure man. Now I was even more lightheaded than before.
His mouth twitched, and I knew he’d caught me taking him in. “Babe, you know exactly what I’m doin’.” He stepped even more into my space. “Tell me your name, gorgeous. I’m not asking again.”
I took a step back and placed one hand on the wall behind me to steady myself. “Lauren,” I squeaked out. I cleared my throat and tried again. “I’m Lauren. And what’s your name?”
A ghost of a smile appeared and his velvet tongue slowly licked his bottom lip. “Plan on screaming my name out when I make you come for me?”
Holy shit. Did he just say that to me? My brain despised his arrogance, but my body ignited, making my skin burn hot. My heartbeat accelerated, beating out of my chest so loudly I wondered if he could hear it. I wanted him, badly, but I was embarrassed that he knew it. One look at his self-assured mug told me all I needed to know: he saw and he conquered and he never heard the word no. He didn’t even have to pretend to woo a woman—just grab her and take what he wanted.
And I was twenty-seven years old, with wonderful friends and a great job, but a shit track record when it came to men. Bad boys, like the one in front of me, may have known how to work my body, but they had also bruised my heart and soul. It was New Year’s Eve. Maybe my New Year’s resolution should have been no more men since I obviously didn’t know how to find a good one.
“Fine,” I grumbled. “I don’t need to know your name. In fact, I don’t need to know you.”
I ripped my arm out of his grasp and turned toward the door.
I was just about to place my hand on the doorknob when one of his steel arms surrounded my waist and pulled me to him.
“Don’t go yet, Lauren. Please.”
When I heard him say my name and his quiet plea, any trace of anger just melted away. My body relaxed against his and he moved my hair off my shoulder with his other hand, tucking a stray strand behind my ear. A flood of wet desire invaded the folds of my cleft when his soft lips grazed my skin, and then his mouth clasped on my earlobe. My nipples hardened, and my breath came out erratically. My body shivered because, somehow, this stranger knew exactly where to touch me to turn me on.
“Lauren,” he whispered. “We’re not done yet.”
“I should go, but…ohmygod, that feels really good,” I moaned, my body awakening from a deep sleep. I couldn’t remember the last time someone had ignited my desire so fast. Every sweep of his tongue on my skin burned me in the best possible way. I pressed my back to his front and shimmied my bottom against his jeans-clad erection. He sucked in a harsh breath, and I knew I was getting to him as much as he was getting to me.
“You know how I know we’re not done?” He practically growled against my skin. “Because I haven’t made you come yet. And Lauren, I really need to make you come.”
“I want…I need you to.” I was practically panting now. “Make me come.”
Then his right hand roughly hoisted up my dress and his fingers plunged into my underwear. They slid straight down and started playing with my clit, which was swollen with need and heat. And goddamn, he had calloused fingertips, creating the most delicious friction against my slick velvet core.
I gasped loudly as my head flew back, absorbing the trembling waves those circling fingers were making by touching me so perfectly. I let out a low moan and turned my head in his direction and he immediately seized my mouth with his, sucking me into him, devouring me with every pull of his lips.
“That’s it, baby,” he growled. “Fuck, you are so wet for me.”
He increased his pace, speaking into my ear in a low rumble.
“Noticed you the second you walked in here.” He plunged two fingers deep into me while circling my clit with his thumb. I let out a whimper that vibrated through me, and if he hadn’t been holding me up, my legs would have given way. “Heard you sassing my bartender, showing off your fucking gorgeous tits, walking around like you owned the place. And I knew I had to have me a taste.”
Just then he stopped rubbing and something between a cry and a mew escaped me. I opened my eyes in time to see him taking the two fingers that had just been inside me into his mouth, tasting my juices on his tongue. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
Suddenly he turned me around to face him, lifting my dress again and tugging down my panties. My back was now against the door as he dropped to his knees in front of me and buried his face between my legs, rolling his tongue through my folds and sucking on my clit.
Mind-numbing pleasure radiated throughout my body, and I wove my fingers through his hair, which was just as soft and touchable as it had looked from far away. He pushed into me and lifted my legs off the floor and over his shoulders. His tongue flickered lightning hot and fast over my nub and my hips gyrated in response, as I lost all inhibition. His fingers clawed the cheeks of my ass as my hands fisted his hair. I was dancing right on the edge, so close to coming, and then he sucked hard on my clit, turning my low moans into a fevered scream of ecstasy. My orgasm crashed over me, sending me off the edge and into floating weightlessness.
Then he moved, placing my feet gently on the ground, and with that, the realization of what just happened ripped through my endorphin-filled haze. I had just let a complete stranger touch and taste me in the most intimate way possible. And I didn’t even know his name.


Book Info:

Just one more can’t hurt…right?

Re-belle-ious, free-spirited Lauren Renwick has decided it’s time to trade her wings for roots. That means no more bad boys, no more foolish choices. Yet when she’s stood up on New Year’s Eve, her resolution to stick to her Mama’s Rules for Dating weakens. Especially when she spots sex-in-leather-and-tattoos, Jackson Sullivan.

One look at Lauren, and Jackson is hell-bent on getting her on the back of his Harley and riding straight for his bed. Their night together is an erotic rush that has a new word popping up on his horizon—forever.

Lauren tries to convince herself he’s just one last fling to get bad boys out of her system, yet she finds herself falling hard and fast for a man with a stalker ex and a meddling Irish family. Plus, he has zero chance of passing her uptight parents’ inspection.

Jackson has Lauren’s back, but if she wants all of his heart, she’ll have to meet him halfway—by ditching rules that hold her prisoner, and learning to stand up for what she really wants.
Warning: Contains several highly practical rules for dating—all of which will be broken in the most wicked ways possible, thanks to a domineering alpha male who knows what he wants and isn’t afraid to go after it…rules be damned.
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Meet the Author:

Harper KincaidBorn in California and raised in South Florida, I’ve moved around like a gypsy with a bounty on my head ever since. Along the way, I worked as a community organizer, a professional matchmaker, a popular blogger, and a crisis counselor (to name a few). All the while, longing to have the guts to do what I really wanted: to write and become a published author. That wish has finally come true and I feel like a karmic cloud has been lifted off my head. Those of you who have also taken a circuitous route in trying to find their path get me – I can tell.
What else? Hmm… I love indie, lo-fi, complaint rock played on vinyl, wearing black because it’s slimming, the theater, well-informed optimism, happy endings (both kinds), and making those close to me laugh ’til they snort. I’m a self-admitted change junkie, loving new experiences and places, but have now happily settled in the cutest lil’ town, Vienna, Virginia, with my awesome and patient husband and two kick-ass girls.

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38 Responses to “Spotlight & Giveaway: Rule Breaker by Harper Kincaid”

  1. janinecatmom

    I don’t think anyone should set time limits on when things should happen. Most will only end up disappointed. The right time usually comes when you least expect it.

  2. Monique Daoust

    There’s no best age, it happens when it happens. If only we did it! It looks like a terrific book! If I don’t win, I’ll buy it!

  3. mrsmac19

    I don’t know that there’s a best age to get married. 23 worked for me, but I can’t imagine it working for everyone. I don’t think it matters what age you marry, but how willing you are to work with your spouse as you grow and change.

  4. BookLady

    I don’t believe there is a “best age” for marriage. Whenever you find your soul mate is the perfect time for marriage.

  5. glam009

    can happen when you are young or when you are a little older.. but when happen, happen, don´t rush!! and enjoy your life!!!

  6. nicholskathy

    Every person is different and I really don’t think there’s a particular “age” that indicates it’s definitely time to find the “right guy” and settle down. Once a person has reached their majority or at least 18 it’s time for the individuals to start thinking and doing for their selves. It’s their life and they have to decide how its going to run good or bad all you can do is be there to give advice or help pick up the pieces.

  7. erinf1

    I personally believe that people shouldn’t get married before the age of 25… I always say, give yourself a chance to live a little! People are living longer and it’s safer to have kids in your 30’s than it used to be. So 27… eh… I don’t think she should be worried 🙂

  8. orchid7

    I don’t think anyone should marry young. People change so much from their late teens to their thirties. Late twenties is a good time to start seriously looking though.
    What a spicy excerpt! Sounds like a great read.

  9. Glenda S. Hefty

    Love just happens, there is no set age or “right time”…with the caveat that very young love is often calf love and would not probably last given the test of time.

  10. Jen B

    I don’t know if there’s a right time, but I don’t think she’s silly to be thinking about it either.

  11. Jane Nelson

    Age shouldn’t come into play when thinking about getting married. Love should be the only thing to factor into a decision of marriage or else it will never work.

  12. Texas Book Lover

    I don’t think there is a right age so there isn’t any reason to worry about it at 27. I found my husband at 16 (we didn’t marry till we were 20 & 21) but I no lots of other people who don’t meet their significant other until their late 40’s and are very happy!

  13. Kate Sparks

    I don’t think anyone should get married that hasn’t lived a few years on their own, with or without roommates. You need to know yourself, before looking for that ‘special someone’.

  14. Leanna

    I think the best age to get married at is different for everybody. You will know when you are at the right time.

  15. Krysten M

    I don’t think there’s a time limit on these things. Whatever is meant to happen will happen 🙂

  16. Amy Rickman

    I don’t thinks it’s silly and 27 isn’t that young, the best age to settle down I think is a personal decision and can only be decided my each individual.

  17. Lori P

    I think the right age to get married is a personal choice. You will def know when it’s the right time for you.

  18. taswmom

    Every person develops at their own pace, and may be ready for marriage at different ages. I married at 20, and had my first baby at 21, the another approximately every two years till I was through. When I got married, I was sure I was ready for it all! Now, even though my children are all married, I counseled them to have fun and live first, because many chances don’t come after, (with children.) I would not change a thing I did, because it would kill me not to get the children and live (some) of the experiences I’ve had. That being said, if a guy is still single after thirty, there’s usually a pretty valid reason, from what I’ve seen, so, though 27 May not be too late for a woman to start thinking about marriage, if that’s what she wants, she probably should begin thinking about it by then.

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