Title: Carolina Bad Boys for Life
Series: Carolina Bad Boys #7 (The Series Epilogue)
Author: Rie Warren
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: November 13, 2017
Blurb
Sometimes a Bad Boy can be good for a girl.
Finale of Carolina Bad Boysâthe hot southern MC series readers have lusted after! The epic series epilogue includes all new original content from Stone to Chrome, featuring all the usual suspects, plus many, many more characters you wonât even expect.
One big sexily-every-after for the entire crew. âNuff said.
Rainblow of Love
Frankie and Preston
âHEY, SEXY.â PRESTON WALKED into the kitchen, fresh from his workout at the gym.
Preston Legare, so posh. My downtown toyboy. In low-hanging shorts and a loose shirt he pulled up to wipe across his face. Baring carved abs, the thin trail of hair, and an indent of muscles that led to a cock I built frickinâ fantasies around.
He looked fucking fine in one of my natty tailored suits. Even better naked. But I had to admit, the sweaty, ruffled, flushed-face look he had workinâ for him right now reminded me of the way he looked after Iâd fucked him hard and put him up wet.
Mmmm.
A man could get used to that kind of thing.
âThatâs Eye-talian sex god to you.â I leaned into him, drawing his lips to mine with enough wetness and suction to make Preston groan before I turned back to the stove.
The kitchen smelled divine, and Iâd been cooking all afternoon for him. My motherâs famous cioppino, Caesar salad, crispy bread Iâd made from scratch. Loved spoiling my man.
We lived in a restored carriage house in one of the finer spots of the French Quarter, Charleston, SC. A nice walk through scenic cobbled streets to my shop. Not that we couldnât afford more. Being a mostly retired hit man and former Mafia enforcer, as well as a bespoke tailor . . . I was flush. And Preston, the executive assistant extraordinaire, wasnât hurting for money, neither. But the place was private, quiet, and we had our own courtyard where I liked to fuck the holy hell out of him whenever the weather was warm enough, which was often.
âWhy donât you go take a shower then put your feet up? After you pour me a glass of wine.â
âYou going to join me?â Preston turned me to him, pressing his fine body against me.
âFrisky?â Madonâ. I loved it when he rubbed all over me.
Tight bod. Perfect hair. Nice cock. Greatâfucking greatâass.
I was tempted to get all sudsy and wet with him, but I needed to finish cooking in the kitchen before I cooked somewhere else. Capisce?
âGotta decline that offer, babe.â
âWhy? Do we have plans tonight?â He kissed me, doing that crazy good thing with his tongueâwhich was piercedâthat drove me absolutely up the wall.
âNada,â my voice rumbled out, way huskier than before.
âDo you have plans tonight?â He stiffened, and not in the good way.
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â My nerves were already a little on edge, and I stared at him.
âYouâve been acting sneaky lately.â His eyes turned brittle and hard.
âWhatâs gotten your jockstrap in a twist all of a sudden?â
Preston gruntedâa sound of sheer annoyanceâand pushed against my chest.
âJesus fugginâ Christ, amante. You accusinâ me of something here?â Crossing my arms over my chest, I stood my ground as he went all pit bull on me.
âI want to know who else youâre screwing!â
Complete and utter shock ranged through me. Quickly followed by a burst of anger. âYouâre on my cock so much, when am I supposed to have time to find a random fuck buddy?â
âThatâs all I am? A fuck buddy. Your flamer fag? Your backdoor boyfriend?â
My eyes widened with every word he said, insecurity oozing off himâPrestonâthe most self-confident man I knew.
âWill you shut those gorgeous blowjob lips for just one second? Madonâ, and Iâm the one whoâs supposed to have a temper. MâI right?â
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Carolina Bad Boys for Life by Rie Warren
My rating: 4 of 5 stars Wonderful! I loved this novella. We get one more taste from our favorite characters. I enjoyed reading more from them and seeing what was going on with them after their books were done. I'd really forgotten how much I really did love their stories and got to remember why they are such great characters. I am sorry to see this series come to a end but so thankful that the author brought them to us. If you haven't read their stories ... start from the beginning and enjoy the ride!
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Title: Tail
Series: Carolina Bad Boys #6
Author: Rie Warren
Genre: MC Romantic Suspense
Release Date: November 6, 2017
Blurb
Iâm most known for honeys on my arms and notches on my bedpost. But this time, Iâm not chasing tail. Every rose has its thorn, and Iâve just been snagged.
TAIL
I have girls lapping out of my hands, forming lines for a chance to dance on my cock. Until she shows up. And it all grinds to a halt. Madison Rose Rush. No joke there. One look at her, and I feel a rush all over my body. I want that thing all the other dudes found. Love. A mate. A classy broad I probably donât deserve.
I know one thing.
Maddy RushâHandsomeâs sexy sisterâis strictly off-limits.
Is that gonna stop me?
Hell. No. Not even with the Bad Seeds MC breathing down my neck for a debt I canât pay.
MADDY
VP of Retribrewtion Brewery, heiress to the Rush Distillery empire, Iâve played by the familyâs rules. Iâm community-spirited, high-class, worldly-wise . . . but that doesnât necessarily mean Iâm a good girl.
And Tail makes me want to be bad in ways I never even knew. Heâs dangerously gorgeous. Heâs affiliated with the same MC as my big brother. He has inked sleeves and sex on the brain and Max warned me away from him.
Is that going to stop me?
Hell no.
Nothing will stop us. Nothing. Until a rival MCâoutlaw bikersâretaliates against Tail. Bad Seeds indeed.
Midday, I rolled up to Retribrewtion on my Harley.
Handsome was nowhere to be seen. Possibly a good thing since heâd apparently ratted me out to the veep of the MC.
Dickwad.
No one questioned my presence when I walked inside the brewery. Also a good thing. Weaving through the bottom floor, I glared at anyone who gave me a second look. I took the steps, knocked on Maddyâs door, entered before she answered.
She sat at her desk wearing . . . glasses.
âGlasses?â
âHello to you too.â
âGlasses?â
âI was running late this morning. Didnât have time for contacts.â She bent over her paperwork, aaaand her blouse was revealing enough I could see the creamy dip of her cleavage.
âI like the glasses.â
Fuck, do I ever.
âIâm working.â A smile curved the corner of her lips. But she didnât look up.
The glasses were small and square and fancy.
Immediate hard-on.
âI see that.â
Hot.
Single-minded and sexy as fuck.
Loved it.
âWhatâs this? No babies today?â She flipped a folder over and typed some shit into her computer.
âNo babies.â I closed the door. Locked it. âJust me. I missed you yesterday.â
Color flooded her face, a face she kept bent down. âHow much?â
âTons.â Christ. I loved doing this with Maddy. The cat and mouse when Iâd already caught her. âGot a surprise for you. To say thanks for helping with Ma.â
Her eyes darted up from some paperwork sheâd just signed and fastened on my groin. âIs it a big package?â
âWhat?â . . . Oh . . . She wanted to fuck . . .
I could work with that.
I took off my jacket, shrugged off my shirt. Tested the doorknob to make sure no one would disturb us.
Then I stalked.
Maddy, my prey. My love. My lover. In heels, a blouse, a skirt. And those damn sexy glasses.
âI have a strict policy about not fucking in the workplace.â She backed away, her slanted smile and tilted hips nothing but pure invitation.
âDo you now?â I released the zipper on my black leathers. âYou want a big package?â I shucked the leathers to midthigh, then pounced at Maddy, not that she was running away.
My lips swooping to hers for a deep wet kiss, I scooped her onto the desk.
Cock freed, I stroked the thick hard length just once. Once was enough.
Maddy nodded, unbuttoning her blouse.
I flicked the front clasp of her bra, her titsâfirm, high, and suppleâtumbling out. She started taking off the glasses.
âUh uhn. Leave those on.â Pulling a pert nipple into my mouth, I ran my thumb repeatedly across the other peaked bud.
Maddy grasped the back of my head, twisting her fingers in my hair. I drew back only to lick across the mound of her breasts and onto the other nipple. Hitching her skirt up and up, I ruched it to her waist.
I cupped her pussy with my whole palm, feeling heated warmth seeping from inside.
She moaned and arched into me, guiding my mouth to hers. âHurry. Iâm ready.â
âYeah? Hot to fuck me, sweetness?â I delved deeper into her mouth again, sliding my dick along the slickness of her panties.
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Title: Baller Made
Series: Bad Boy Ballers Book 3
Author: Rie Warren
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: July 17, 2017
Bad Boy Ballers series finale! Includes an epic novella length epilogue for Rafe and Peyton, Brooklyn and Delaney, and Calder and Reggie!
The dark horse of the NFL. A superstar showgirl on the Vegas strip. Their desire is taboo in ways you can’t even begin to imagine.
Calder Malone. Black sheep. Bad boy. Kicked off the Reno Ravens and almost suspended from the NFL. The sexy center remains a fan favorite now that he’s playing for Carolina Crush. And what Calder wants more than anything is to prove his worth to the team that’s his last chance, the family he disgraced, and the one woman he fell in love with years ago.
Unfortunately the comeback kid isn’t a boy anymore, and the babe he wants was never his for the taking—for reasons that make him question his sanity.
Reggie isn’t just a Vegas showgirl, a pretty face. She’s an Air Force widow, a strong woman who’s piecing her life back together . . . And maybe the man she always thought was out of her league and completely off-limits just became fair game.
Off the field and offstage, what happens when Calder and Reggie don't stay in Vegas?
I was in a bastard of a mood when the doorbell rang after I’d dropped the two hundred-pound weight onto the rest. My chest burning, my ribs wracked with agony, I curled up to my feet. Thought about a shirt. Thought, fuck it. It was probably just Brooks.
He’d become my watchdog, checking in regularly, inviting me to his place for dinner with him and Delaney, keeping the door open in case I needed to talk to someone other than my sponsor.
Striding through the house, I absentmindedly swiped at the sweat on my chest with the towel I held.
I opened the door.
Wished I hadn’t.
My cock went fully hard in an instant.
I draped the towel in front of me, one hand notched on the doorframe, my chest bare, Reggie’s chin barely reaching my shoulders.
Reggie. On my doorstep. Showing up out of the clear blue.
My lips flattened as my heartbeat thudded in my chest.
Everything that had broken open in that alley with Brooklyn I’d sealed back under. Until this precise moment when Reggie lifted a bag in her hand and a smile on her lips when I was pretty sure I’d never looked more threatening.
“I’ve got some time off. Recuperation.” She angled a leg in tight faded jeans toward me. “Sore tendon. Figured you’d know how to put me back together right as rain with your PT background.”
“Funny.” Hooking the end of the towel into the waistband of my shorts, I rasped my hands across the dark shade of stubble on my jaw, and she watched every goddamn stroke. “You don’t look injured.”
“You do.” Her gaze—challenging—dropped to the bruise on my ribs.
Motherfucker.
“You came to check up on me.”
“So what if I did?” She shrugged one shoulder.
“You don’t have to worry about me anymore.”
“I can’t just turn it off, Calder.”
“I don’t need or want your help.” I tried to maintain the barrier, nearly snarling at her.
She merely cast her eyes beyond me. “Are you going to invite me inside like an old friend should?”
Old friend. Old pain.
I stepped back. Barely.
She ducked under my arm. Smiling.
Closing the door, I sealed my body against it. “What are you really doing here?”
“Well, you said you’d accept my calls.” She dropped her bags. Stood with hands on hips. “You lied to me.”
“It’s what I do, sweetheart.” Determined to piss her off so she’d leave because danger lurked in the dark spaces of my mind.
I’d forgotten she reacted like a lioness when cornered.
Rookie mistake.
In two steps, Reggie was up against me, in my face.
Protect and dominate. The two different impulses swarmed through me.
I wanted to serve her up on a silver platter and plant my face between her thighs.
Then tuck her against me in my bed, blankets all around, my arms a cradle.
Her eyes hooked mine with nothing but unwavering intensity. “You have driven everyone away, Calder.” Her stance blended her against me, and she had to feel the heat—the need and arousal—she spiked in my body.
“I will not fucking let you go down one more time.” Bleak, no longer dreamy eyes, rose to mine. “I’m not losing you to self-pity or self-loathing or any other kind of hate you keep wrapping around yourself.”
Looked like I’d met my match.
I’d known it all along.
Impossible.
“One man is enough to lose.” Her voice dropped, but her finger pointed at my chest before she spread her fingers over my careening heart. “And you have a choice in the matter.”
At her unerring words, I went stock-still.
Rie is the badass, sassafras author of Sugar Daddy and the Don’t Tell series–a breakthrough trilogy that crosses traditional publishing boundaries beginning with In His Command. Her latest endeavors include the Carolina Bad Boys, a fun, hot, and southern-sexy series.
A Yankee transplant who has traveled the world, Rie started out a writer—causing her college professor to blush over her erotic poetry without one ounce of shame. Not much has changed. She swapped pen for paintbrushes and followed her other love during her twenties. From art school to marriage to children and many a wild and wonderful journey in between, Rie has come home to her calling. Her work has been called edgy, daring, and some of the sexiest smut around.
You can connect with Rie via the social media hangouts listed on her website https://www.riewarren.com.
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Title: Free Baller
Series: Bad Boy Ballers #2
Author: Rie Warren
Genre: Sports Romance
Release Date: May 1, 2017
Blurb
Brooklyn Holt, Carolina Crushâs top tight end, made a vow after his wife left him: never fall in love again. He doesnât need a long-term lady. Hell no. He has the magic hands, the downfield rushes, the easy chicks by the dozens. And finally a team on a winning streak.
Being a free agent with the ladies is exactly what Brooks wants. Until Delaney Jones happens. The hot bitch with the serious attitude shows up with her own team in pretty much half the uniform he wears. Quarterback of the all-female Carolina Cougars, sheâs sleek as a racehorse, mean on the field, and immune to all his moves. Every time she gives him no time just makes him hungrier for her.
Delaney Jones takes her work and her personal life seriously, and sheâll never be mistaken for a cheerleader, in spite of her athletic body. Sheâs never rah-rahâd with her pom-poms for any manâhunky, hot as hell tight end or otherwise.
Brooklyn Holt has swagger. He has strut. But Delaney isnât about to be the free ballerâs willing slut. Until she scratches the surface and discovers his wounds run as deep as hers and his heart is warmer than sheâd ever thought. Itâs just too bad the past wonât die. When the danger sheâs run from for years catches up to her, sheâs determined to keep Brooks out of the crossfire. Even if it means Game Over.
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âHEY, DELANEY.â I SMILED easily, holding my hands out to my sides. ââSâokay if I join you?â
âJust for a game of hoops?â The gold-flecks in her irises turned almost black as she walked toward me.
âYeah.â
âYouâre on.â She shoved the ball at me.
I dribbled between my legs then raced off to the other end of the court. Four pumps of my legs and I swished that motherfucker in nothing but net.
Delaney wasted no time retrieving the basketball. She dodged every one of my lunges, heading down court like a missile.
She made a three-pointer from the line.
She was hotter than anything Iâd ever seen.
A real tomboy, with a banging body and a great rack.
And the woman dazzled me enough that I forgot to catch the rebound when the ball bounced on the floor.
As she double-dribbled in front of me, I watched a drizzle of sweat slide down her neck.
Gulp.
âPlay b-ball in high school?â I asked when I found my voice, shadowing her across the waxed floor.
âPoint woman. All-Star states team.â
âWhy football now?â Dodging in front of her, I stole the ball.
Delaney came right after me, fast hands trying to nab the basketball. âIâll take sport anywhere I can get it.â
âBalls too?â
Because fuck yeah to that.
âMaybe yours.â
When she said that, I pretty much stumbled over my own two feet.
Delaney snatched the basketball, hit net, and I curled around her from behind.
The forgotten ball bounced . . . bounced . . . bounced . . .
Unbalanced, we dropped to the floor, Delaney landing on top with a gust of bright laughter. Her hair fell in my face, softly scented black tresses I puffed out of my way.
Horsing around, we rolled across the floor until I stopped on top of her. I held most of my weight off her, but when my groin connected with her pelvis, my chuckle turned into a deep groan.
âOh damn,â she whispered.
Heat slammed me in the balls, and I was fully hard, my cock crushed against her pussy through the thinnest barrier of clothes.
âThe rumors were true.â Her hand wandered low, and she slipped her palm beneath the waist of my shorts.
Warmth met my thick dick, and I pushed into her fist. âWhat rumors?â
âGirth Brooks.â
I pulled her hand free and grinded against her as come prepared to unload from my cock.
âDo you always go commando, Free Baller?â
Her hips jutted up. Her lips found my neck. Her hot mouth and teasing tongue made me pulse harder against her.
âAm I crushing you?â Hurting you?
âUhhhn. Feels good.â
Fucking. Hell.
I dipped my head, just about to kiss her long and hard when the door banged open and a voice boomed out, âNo fraternization, Holt!â
Goddammit.
I quickly jumped off Delaney then pulled her from the floor, sheltering her behind me.
âJeeesus, Coach D. Donât you have a family to go home to or what?â
âYeah.â He slapped his baseball cap against his thigh, scowling at me. âAnd I already done raised Philomena. Now Iâm stuck straightening you dickheads out.â
I ushered Delaney past him and into the corridor, prodding her in the opposite direction. âAll right already. LookââI started ambling the other wayââIâm going to the menâs locker room. Sheâs headed to the ladyâs.â
âMm hmmm.â Coach D replaced his cap and pulled the brim down. âBetter keep it that way too.â
I listened to his whistle retreating all the way to the front entrance then another loud bang of doors. Sneaking back down the corridor, I reached Delaney just before she entered her locker room.
I grasped her arm, and she spun around, mouth open to shriek.
âSsshhh. Just me.â
Her feline-like eyes narrowed. âBoy, you are asking for trouble.â
âCoach Dâs gone. Weâre in the clear.â I released her and grinned. âDamn, you make me feel like a teenager. You know that?â I squinted at her.
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Rie is the badass, sassafras author of Sugar Daddy and the Donât Tell seriesâa breakthrough trilogy that crosses traditional publishing boundaries beginning with In His Command. Some of her latest endeavors include the Carolina Bad Boys and Bad Boys of Retribution MC series. A Yankee transplant who has traveled the world, Rie started out a writerâcausing her college professor to blush over her erotic poetry without one ounce of shame. Not much has changed. She swapped pen for paintbrushes and followed her other love during her twenties. From art school to marriage to children and many a wild and wonderful journey in between, Rie has come home to her calling. Her work has been called edgy, daring, and some of the sexiest smut around. You can connect with Rie via the social media hangouts listed on her website https://www.riewarren.com.
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Title: Free Baller
Series: Bad Boy Ballers #2
Author: Rie Warren
Genre: Sports Romance
Release Date: May 1, 2017
Blurb
Brooklyn Holt, Carolina Crushâs top tight end, made a vow after his wife left him: never fall in love again. He doesnât need a long-term lady. Hell no. He has the magic hands, the downfield rushes, the easy chicks by the dozens. And finally a team on a winning streak.
Being a free agent with the ladies is exactly what Brooks wants. Until Delaney Jones happens. The hot bitch with the serious attitude shows up with her own team in pretty much half the uniform he wears. Quarterback of the all-female Carolina Cougars, sheâs sleek as a racehorse, mean on the field, and immune to all his moves. Every time she gives him no time just makes him hungrier for her.
Delaney Jones takes her work and her personal life seriously, and sheâll never be mistaken for a cheerleader, in spite of her athletic body. Sheâs never rah-rahâd with her pom-poms for any manâhunky, hot as hell tight end or otherwise.
Brooklyn Holt has swagger. He has strut. But Delaney isnât about to be the free ballerâs willing slut. Until she scratches the surface and discovers his wounds run as deep as hers and his heart is warmer than sheâd ever thought. Itâs just too bad the past wonât die. When the danger sheâs run from for years catches up to her, sheâs determined to keep Brooks out of the crossfire. Even if it means Game Over.
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âHEY, DELANEY.â I SMILED easily, holding my hands out to my sides. ââSâokay if I join you?â
âJust for a game of hoops?â The gold-flecks in her irises turned almost black as she walked toward me.
âYeah.â
âYouâre on.â She shoved the ball at me.
I dribbled between my legs then raced off to the other end of the court. Four pumps of my legs and I swished that motherfucker in nothing but net.
Delaney wasted no time retrieving the basketball. She dodged every one of my lunges, heading down court like a missile.
She made a three-pointer from the line.
She was hotter than anything Iâd ever seen.
A real tomboy, with a banging body and a great rack.
And the woman dazzled me enough that I forgot to catch the rebound when the ball bounced on the floor.
As she double-dribbled in front of me, I watched a drizzle of sweat slide down her neck.
Gulp.
âPlay b-ball in high school?â I asked when I found my voice, shadowing her across the waxed floor.
âPoint woman. All-Star states team.â
âWhy football now?â Dodging in front of her, I stole the ball.
Delaney came right after me, fast hands trying to nab the basketball. âIâll take sport anywhere I can get it.â
âBalls too?â
Because fuck yeah to that.
âMaybe yours.â
When she said that, I pretty much stumbled over my own two feet.
Delaney snatched the basketball, hit net, and I curled around her from behind.
The forgotten ball bounced . . . bounced . . . bounced . . .
Unbalanced, we dropped to the floor, Delaney landing on top with a gust of bright laughter. Her hair fell in my face, softly scented black tresses I puffed out of my way.
Horsing around, we rolled across the floor until I stopped on top of her. I held most of my weight off her, but when my groin connected with her pelvis, my chuckle turned into a deep groan.
âOh damn,â she whispered.
Heat slammed me in the balls, and I was fully hard, my cock crushed against her pussy through the thinnest barrier of clothes.
âThe rumors were true.â Her hand wandered low, and she slipped her palm beneath the waist of my shorts.
Warmth met my thick dick, and I pushed into her fist. âWhat rumors?â
âGirth Brooks.â
I pulled her hand free and grinded against her as come prepared to unload from my cock.
âDo you always go commando, Free Baller?â
Her hips jutted up. Her lips found my neck. Her hot mouth and teasing tongue made me pulse harder against her.
âAm I crushing you?â Hurting you?
âUhhhn. Feels good.â
Fucking. Hell.
I dipped my head, just about to kiss her long and hard when the door banged open and a voice boomed out, âNo fraternization, Holt!â
Goddammit.
I quickly jumped off Delaney then pulled her from the floor, sheltering her behind me.
âJeeesus, Coach D. Donât you have a family to go home to or what?â
âYeah.â He slapped his baseball cap against his thigh, scowling at me. âAnd I already done raised Philomena. Now Iâm stuck straightening you dickheads out.â
I ushered Delaney past him and into the corridor, prodding her in the opposite direction. âAll right already. LookââI started ambling the other wayââIâm going to the menâs locker room. Sheâs headed to the ladyâs.â
âMm hmmm.â Coach D replaced his cap and pulled the brim down. âBetter keep it that way too.â
I listened to his whistle retreating all the way to the front entrance then another loud bang of doors. Sneaking back down the corridor, I reached Delaney just before she entered her locker room.
I grasped her arm, and she spun around, mouth open to shriek.
âSsshhh. Just me.â
Her feline-like eyes narrowed. âBoy, you are asking for trouble.â
âCoach Dâs gone. Weâre in the clear.â I released her and grinned. âDamn, you make me feel like a teenager. You know that?â I squinted at her.
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Rie is the badass, sassafras author of Sugar Daddy and the Donât Tell seriesâa breakthrough trilogy that crosses traditional publishing boundaries beginning with In His Command. Some of her latest endeavors include the Carolina Bad Boys and Bad Boys of Retribution MC series. A Yankee transplant who has traveled the world, Rie started out a writerâcausing her college professor to blush over her erotic poetry without one ounce of shame. Not much has changed. She swapped pen for paintbrushes and followed her other love during her twenties. From art school to marriage to children and many a wild and wonderful journey in between, Rie has come home to her calling. Her work has been called edgy, daring, and some of the sexiest smut around. You can connect with Rie via the social media hangouts listed on her website https://www.riewarren.com.
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Title: In The Ring
Series: Boxer #1
Author: Rie Warren
Genre: M/M Romance
Release Date: December 5, 2016 Available on Kindle Unlimited Special Limited Price $0.99
The biggest fight of his life isn’t . . . In the Ring. The bright lights. The roaring crowd. The chance at a championship belt. The not-so-little secret Liam Shaughnessy—the Bonny Bruiser—is fighting to keep tucked far away. Liam got the pussy pounded out of him on the mean streets of Cin-city—the other Sin City. The oldest in a Catholic clan where his da never pulled any punches, he went from geek boy to the golden boy of the boxing world care of his fists. Liam’s on the fast track to having it all . . . all except the one man he wants. Michael Fairweather makes pretending to be hetero goddamn difficult for Liam. The man is blond and beautiful and just so happens to be Liam’s trainer. With a penchant for doing shirtless yoga, giving midnight massages to loosen Liam’s muscles, and sometimes even taking it out in the ring with him. To say Liam has porn-style fantasies about Michael is an understatement. Michael’s out and proud. Liam’s only proud of what he can do in the ring. He can’t risk his career, least of all for someone unavailable. Michael has a lover. Liam has the lies he lives every day. And when his money-grubbing manager gets involved as the title win approaches, Liam doesn’t know what hit him. Fight to win. Fight with honor. It won’t be easy, but that’s okay. Nothing worth fighting for ever is.
“Stars: Five,a great read, full of real issues and a perfect HEA..” - Jeannie Zelos book reviews “Smart. Gritty. Dirty. Kind of fabulous.” - Reader Review “.this, by far, is the absolute hottest M/M book I have ever devoured.” - Romance Ever After Book Blog
In the Ring by Rie Warren
My rating: 4 of 5 stars One of the hottest m/m books I've read in a while! What a great book. I love Rie's books. She writes some of the best stories and In The Ring is no different. The characters were wonderful, I absolutely loved Liam. Micheal kinda made me mad but he made it right in the end. These two are off the charts hot. In fact this is the hottest m/m book I've read in a while. The story was entertaining and the writing was wonderful. I'm excited to see where this series will go. Great book and if your a fan of m/m this is a definite must read.
Rie is the badass, sassafras author of Sugar Daddy and the Don’t Tell series–a breakthrough trilogy that crosses traditional publishing boundaries beginning with In His Command. Her latest endeavors include the Carolina Bad Boys, a fun, hot, and southern-sexy series.
A Yankee transplant who has traveled the world, Rie started out a writer—causing her college professor to blush over her erotic poetry without one ounce of shame. Not much has changed. She swapped pen for paintbrushes and followed her other love during her twenties. From art school to marriage to children and many a wild and wonderful journey in between, Rie has come home to her calling. Her work has been called edgy, daring, and some of the sexiest smut around. You can connect with Rie via the social media hangouts listed on her website https://www.riewarren.com. She is represented by Saritza Hernandez, Corvisiero Literary Agency.
Title: Rush
Series: Carolina Bad Boys #5
Author: Rie Warren
Genre: Erotic romance, humor, thriller, suspense, military, action/adventure
Release Date: October 3, 2016 Available Now on Kindle Unlimited On Sale: 99 cents!!!!
Hot girls, hot cars, and time behind bars . . . I’m the most unsuitable dude for pretty girl-next-door Shiloh Lockhart.
MAX HANDSOME RUSH I’m the black sheep of the Rush family, cut off from the bourbon distillery dynasty. Shrug. They didn’t approve of the high-octane rap sheet of arrests marring my pretty boy, prep school upbringing. Hot girls, hot cars, and time behind bars for illegal street racing—what can I say? Speed is in my blood. Now I’ve cleaned up. I’m being good. I’ve got my own plans, and they for damn sure don’t include Shiloh Lockhart. Shy. The goddamn classic girl next door. She shows up out of the clear blue, turning all the MC dudes into drooling manwhores. But not me. I’ve got too much to lose to risk falling for a perfect girl like her. When Shy’s overprotective folks tell her I’m bad news, they’re right. But come to find out she’s already endured more than her fair share of shit-gone-bad in her life, and she’s convinced I won’t make it any worse. Shy couldn’t be more wrong. SHILOH LOCKHART I haven’t seen Max since he got kicked out of the Rush family home years ago. Now I’m determined to get back in touch with the boy I used to crush on growing up. They call him Handsome at the motorcycle club he belongs to, and I can see why. The long dark brown hair. The smoldering whiskey-colored eyes. The sculpted face and big muscled body. Too bad he’s intent on treating me like a kid sister. Hmm. We’ll see how long that lasts, because to squash this schoolgirl crush I need to be with Max just once . . . turns out one taste of Rush isn’t enough. My situation is life threatening, but what he’s hiding is even more dangerous. Too late. Rush is already in my blood.
Ripped and ready, I cut through the dim, cool interior of the MC. Sweaty, half naked, with my shorts riding low, I stomped past the pool tables. My tats gleaming, my muscles charged, I barged out the front door. Brodie trailed me, grinning like an evil ape when I swung my head back to—yup—sling about my fifth glare of the day c/o Shiloh Lockhart. I was usually a pretty easygoing guy. Something about having her hanging around turned me into a snarling animal. Then I saw her helluva hot ride—a fucking white Hennessey Hellcat with a black racing stripe.Holy. Christ.The hot coupe with total street cred was nothing short of drool-inducing for a gearhead like me. A flat-out, top-of-the line, bitchin’ ride.And then I took stock of Shy, leaning against the abovementioned droolworthy Charger, looking no less jaw dropping herself. Strike. That.I meant I could see why Tail trailed out after us, then Cole. Had nothing to do with my gut deep reaction to seeing a gorgeous woman with a delicious body wearing a long raspberry-colored dress that tightened over her tits and flowed around her legs. Or the hint of sunshine in her smile when she saw me. Or the sleek blonde-brown sun-drenched hair. Or the luscious lips.Not At All.“’Zup, Shy?” I reeled in my tongue, half-shuttered my eyes, took anything but a platonic, good old friends greeting off the table. Unfortunately I hadn’t counted on her inspection of me. Her soft silver-colored eyes roamed and roved over me as she licked those—yup—luscious lips. I straightened taller the longer she detailed every inch of my body—most of it bare, most of it hard, a lot of it inked—and the color in her cheeks brightened. Fuck. She was making me self-conscious. I almost ducked my head in an aw shucks move. Brodie would get his rocks off about that. Not gonna happen. She slowly—in a silky movement—pulled herself away from the Hellcat. She came to me at what had to be an intentionally seductive pace. Or my breath had roughened for nothing. Didn’t look like nothing. Really needed to be.Hellcat?I might have to start calling her that. Could I hold out my fist for a knuckle bump with Shy? Back slap? High five? Because hugging her at that exact moment might prove lethal to all my just an old friend dictates. Shy took matters into her own hands, pulling me to her by the back of my neck while I played wooden soldier in her embrace. Something sure was catching wood. Between my legs.So wrong.“Uhm.” Disentangling her arms from me, I created some space and hoped my shorts were baggy enough to hide a growing boner. “What brought you here?”I heard Tail loud-whisper to Cole. “She wants some of that.”“Handsome’s makeover’s working out then.”“Nah. Dude. He’s magic. Could always pull pussy.”Brodie strode up to the duo and smacked each of them on the back of the head. Not that he wasn’t capable of the same damn loose-lipped bullshit. Shy—Miss Manners and all—pretended she hadn’t heard a thing. And for that I loved her. “I was just on my way to a meeting and I got a flat.” She pointed to the rear left tire. “Hoped you could help?”I took a turn around sizzling hot Hennessey then hunkered down to inspect the dead tire. “You should really take this to Stone’s. It’s their specialty. I can put on the dummy tire and drive it over if you want.” Lifting to my feet, I realized Shy was way too fucking close in proximity. Her fresh, beach-swept scent slid over me. Her silvery eyes shone under a long fan of eyelashes. And one step closer, her tits would hit my bare chest. I stepped back, wiping my palms on my shorts. “But you were always into this kind of thing. You can take care of me, right, Max?” Eyelash flutter and sweet smile.Shit. Brodie—bastard barbarian—shoved me forward. “He’ll do it. On the house too. We got just the right tire inside.”I walked over to the garage side of Chrome and Steele and rapped on the wide door. “Open up.”My feet pounding on pavement, I struck back to Shy and the Dodge that gave me an instant hard-on. Because I refused to blame the sudden need to bust-a-nut on my old friend, never flame, the girl next door. “Drive it in.”“Why don’t you do the honors?” She tossed me her keys. I looked at the car. Looked at her. And decided I might never get the chance to drive a Hellcat again. Shrugging, I eased into the driver’s side then pushed open the passenger door. “Hop in.”With a smoky laugh, Shy curled in beside me. I started the car, and the loud purring engine sent another jolt to my dick. This coupe was goddamn heart-stopping gorgeous. Come to think of it, so was Shy. Not going there.I found my voice somewhere deep down in my chest. “What made you buy this?”“I like my toys to be hard, fast, and sexy.” “Toys?” A ragged breath rasped from my throat.
Rie is the badass, sassafras author of Sugar Daddy and the Don’t Tell series–a breakthrough trilogy that crosses traditional publishing boundaries beginning with In His Command. Her latest endeavors include the Carolina Bad Boys, a fun, hot, and southern-sexy series.
A Yankee transplant who has traveled the world, Rie started out a writer—causing her college professor to blush over her erotic poetry without one ounce of shame. Not much has changed. She swapped pen for paintbrushes and followed her other love during her twenties. From art school to marriage to children and many a wild and wonderful journey in between, Rie has come home to her calling. Her work has been called edgy, daring, and some of the sexiest smut around. You can connect with Rie via the social media hangouts listed on her website https://www.riewarren.com. She is represented by Saritza Hernandez, Corvisiero Literary Agency.
Title: Bane
Series: Bad Boys of X-Ops Book IV
Author: Rie Warren
Genre: Erotic romance, humor, thriller, suspense, military, action/adventure
High stakes. Low margins. And everyone wants the woman I’m teamed up with dead. BANE Swagger, strut, snarl. Three things I can do with both eyes closed. Oh, and shoot the shit out of tangos. I always do my job, whether it’s patching up a fellow operative or taking down a serious threat. Apparently this time my job is to babysit Baby Spy. We’ve followed the Los Reyes de Guerra cartel to the drug-trafficking capital, Mexico City. Our orders? Get in with the guerrillas and ultimately take them down. There’s only one problem—I have another set of mission directives linked to Kiki AKA Baby Spy. Should be easy enough. Except it seems I’ve developed an unhealthy attraction to Kiki, along with an inconvenient conscience. She’s a wild woman with an unforgiving attitude that definitely makes me bone hard for her. Nothing is as it appears, least of all Kiki Damage. KIKI Yeah. They call me Baby Spy. I’m fully aware the entire T-Zone team blames me for narking out a previous mission gone wrong. So, I can’t understand why the powers that be assigned me to this op. Or maybe I can, which just makes my situation even more dire. I know Bane wants me, but I’m beginning to think he has an ulterior motive for keeping me close. And it’s not just the panty-melting hot sex with the big, gruff, silent killer. There’s something incredibly vulnerable in the way Bane watches me, like he’s looking for one last saving grace. None of that matters now. When the situation heats up, I find out Bane’s real mission. I may have fallen in love with him, but it’s already too late. This entire web of lies goes a lot higher than any of us ever imagined, and my neck is only the first one on the line. Bane includes a special series epilogue from the badass women: Jade, Tilly, Blaize, and Kiki.
Standing slowly, Kiki paced toward the door. “I think I’ll go clean up. You should get some rest.”“Yeah. I’ll do that.” My eyelids felt heavy as cement.My leg fucking throbbed.But the bigger pain came from seeing Kiki caught in a trap she didn’t realize had been set for her.Rest? Bullshit.I checked the dressing on my wound. I reloaded my gun. I drank more tequila, but never enough to get tanked.Listening to the shower run, I shut my eyes, only opening them when Kiki walked back in, wrapped in a towel.Her hair was shiny and wet, those light pink streaks damp-darkened. Her face scrubbed. Her eyes the lightest shade of blue imaginable.“You make a terrible patient, you know that?” She checked her Glocks before setting them on the bedside table. “I gave you orders to sleep.”I still didn’t know how she managed to make me smile even when shit was bad-side up in my life.“Sleep’s overrated.”“How’s the leg?”“Hurts like a bitch. You could help though.” I winked at her.“I could, huh?” She stepped closer, her voice turning breathy.The change in her tone echoed the slight shift in the color of her irises, making them a little more turbulent. Darker. Dilated.“How so?” she asked, and I watched her nipples perk up beneath the clinging towel.“Come to bed with me.” My husky voice rumbled, rippling greed for her hitting me like a sudden shock to the system.“I should keep watch,” she hedged.“No. You shouldn’t.” Leaning forward, I grasped the bottom of the towel.She slowly smiled, a sexy tilt of her suckable lips. “How’s me in bed gonna help, big boy?”“I’ll show you.”“I suppose you want me to take this off first?” She fingered the knot at the top of the towel.I nodded, a ragged rush of air pelting from between my lips.Fuck yeah.When she dropped the towel, I almost chewed off my own tongue to get to her.Slick flesh.Toned body.Handful tits.Dark pink nipples.The tats. Fuuuck. Delicate designs from her elbows to her wrists to the backs of her hands. Sexy as.Legs long enough to wrap around my waist while I slammed into her.“Kiki.” My hand moved to her leg, and my gaze followed the path I took from her knee to her thigh to her hip . . . “Damn, girl. You have no idea how hard you make me.”The sheet tented at my groin. My cock rising, blood-filled, fully erect.She gently pulled the sheet, bending over me. “This hard?”
Rie is the badass, sassafras author of Sugar Daddy and the Don’t Tell series–a breakthrough trilogy that crosses traditional publishing boundaries beginning with In His Command. Her latest endeavors include the Carolina Bad Boys, a fun, hot, and southern-sexy series.
A Yankee transplant who has traveled the world, Rie started out a writer—causing her college professor to blush over her erotic poetry without one ounce of shame. Not much has changed. She swapped pen for paintbrushes and followed her other love during her twenties. From art school to marriage to children and many a wild and wonderful journey in between, Rie has come home to her calling. Her work has been called edgy, daring, and some of the sexiest smut around. You can connect with Rie via the social media hangouts listed on her website https://www.riewarren.com. She is represented by Saritza Hernandez, Corvisiero Literary Agency.
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