Baller Made
Bad Boy Ballers Book 3
By Rie Warren
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: July 17, 2017
Available on
Kindle
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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.
She is
represented by Saritza Hernandez, Corvisiero Literary Agency. http://www.corvisieroagency.com/Saritza_Hernandez.html
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