Free
Baller
Bad
Boy Ballers Book 2
By Rie Warren
Genre: Erotic Romance, Second Chance, Sports Romance
Release Date: May 1, 2017
FunUnderTheCovers
- “If you like a hot and sexy football player and an even sexier female
baller then you are gonna love this book!”
IScream Books -
“When a book comes along that is written by Rie Warren it is always guaranteed
to be a panty pleaser.”
Amo &
Sarah - “A great read. Brooks shows Delaney love is something great, not
hurtful.”
Where
the guys play hard, but the girls play dirty. Brooklyn Holt, Carolina Crush’s top tight end, made a vow after
his wife left him: never fall in love again. He doesn’t 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, she’s 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 she’ll never
be mistaken for a cheerleader, in spite of her athletic body. She’s never
rah-rah’d with her pom-poms for any man—hunky, hot as hell tight end or
otherwise. Brooklyn Holt has swagger. He has strut. But Delaney isn’t about to
be the free baller’s willing slut. Until she scratches
the surface and discovers his wounds run as deep as hers and his heart is
warmer than she’d ever thought. It’s just too bad the past won’t die. When the
danger she’s run from for years catches up to her, she’s determined to keep
Brooks out of the crossfire. Even if it means Game Over.
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Brooklyn
Holt was concerned about me, but to be honest? I could not wait to get my hands
all over him. The moment he’d stepped into the living room and I saw his
reflection in the windows, I knew I had to have him.
The
unbuttoned shirt showed off his supercharged body—the well-sculpted broad
torso—and those jeans. Those jeans plastered to the hard edge of his thighs,
his ass, his . . . oh my God . . . the Girth Brooks cock made every single part
of me swell with need.
In his
bedroom he stood in front of me, not touching. His shirt hung open, his eyes
hooded low, and his breath struck in and out of his chest.
“You’re
in charge. Whatever you want.” His words came out thick and hoarse.
I drew
my finger from his stomach and slipped it between my pursed lips. “Oh, I
already know I’m in charge.”
I
thought Brooklyn’s eyes were going to fall out of his head. His hips surged,
bringing my attention to the long hard formation at his groin. Nnnnh, that belt buckle just
set everything off perfectly. I figured I owed him a little payback since he’d
gone down on me so completely I’d nearly lost my voice—coming so hard from the
hot strikes of his tongue on my pussy.
My
breasts brushed against the hair on his chest, and I reveled in the feel. I
skimmed my fingers over his huge shoulders, behind his neck, into his thick,
wavy hair.
Drawing
him to my lips, I cried out when he cupped my backside, tugging me up and into
him.
Our
kiss long and hot and wet, I pulled away, panting.
“I want
you.” His pelvis kicked again.
“I
know.”
He
palmed my breasts, thumbing across my nipples. I almost lost my concentration,
but I stepped behind him. Dragging the shirt from his thickly muscled arms, I
kissed down the center of his back.
“Oh,
wow.” My fingertips skipped up the center of his laddered sinews fanning out.
My breath held as I took in the total artistry and sheer fuckhotness of his
ink-covered back.
“You’ve
seen my tats before,” Brooks spoke in a ragged voice, and chills rose on his
skin beneath my fingers.
“Not
close up.” The tat was a landscape of horses . . . steeds, a whole herd of them in
black and shades of gray with majestic manes. Dust flying beneath their soaring
hooves. Red eyes glowing.
The
magnificent tattoo was made even more so by the muscular canvas of his entire
back.
“I’ve
never seen anything like this.” Placing my hands on his lean hips, I followed
one curving line with my tongue, licking.
“Fuck.”
Immense muscles flexed as his head craned back.
I bit
then sucked along his lats.
“Jesus.”
His shoulders knotted.
I
kissed at his tats, sucking and swirling my tongue.
“Delaney
. . .”
“Are
you going to beg me now?”
When I
rounded to face him, he curled an arm around my waist.
I
stopped him before his mouth crashed to mine. “I thought you said I was in
charge.”
Rushed
ragged breaths chugged in and out of his chest. He looked at me as every sinew
in his body—his highly trained form—tightened.
“Fuuuck.
You’re the boss.”
I
smiled, tossing his shirt onto a chair. “That’s right.”
“But no
fuckin’ shit? I’m so close to blowing my load just looking at you.”
Walking
toward his bed, I swished my ass. “I know.”
“I’d
rather come in your cunt.”
A hot
swirl of need simmered between my legs at his rough raw language. “Not my
mouth?”
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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