Synopsis
New
York Times bestselling paranormal author, Nicky—Nick—Love is anything but
successful in love. For years he’s lost himself in his writing career, but now
he’s ready to get back to his rebel-boy roots. While restoring a motorcycle at
Stone’s Auto Service, he meets the Wildcat of his dreams. She’s a shock to the
system for the romance writer who doesn’t remember a damn thing about wooing a
woman.
Cool-as-ice,
Catarina “Wildcat” Steele is utterly untouchable until Nicky ignites a spark
she can’t control. Their electric attraction explodes as Nicky pursues her, but
he comes bearing the baggage of a family tragedy he’s hidden from everyone. He
knows love has no guarantees.
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Excerpt
“Am
I a fling?”
“You
think I usually work this hard for a simple fuck?”
Cat
started to struggle away.
No
way was she going anywhere but back to my house, my room, my bed—fuck
me—straight into my heart. “There’s nothing simple about you. I like it that
way.”
“So
I’m difficult.” Her eyes narrowed.
I
had to laugh. “Are you disputing that fact?”
Closer
by NIN blasted out above our heads. Bass-throb-sex-beat. And yeah I wanted to
get closer to her. “C’mon, dance with me.”
She
relented. And by relented I meant she twisted her arms above her head and
counterpointed that hot move with a reverse gyration of her hips. Smoking hot
sex in my arms. She slid from her leather and tossed it aside, and goddamn if
her nipple piercings didn’t glint beneath her tank top.
A
sneer-grin worked over Cat’s lips when she turned around. Her ass undulated
against my cock. Then she went lower. And lower. All the way to the floor
between my legs. Fuck . . . me. I grabbed her hair and hauled her back. All I
got in return was a lip lick and a slow wink.
Cat’s
inked sleeves shimmered in the flashing lights. Her husky laugh sparked
adrenaline through my veins. When she shimmied up my legs, she twined her arms
behind my neck. We pumped into each other to the dirty rhythm of the song. Her
hips hit my cock with every note. Her lips slid against mine, driving me
insane.
I
held her leg over my thigh, running my cock up and down juncture of her thighs.
Sweat clung to her hair at the temples, and it dripped down the middle of my
back. I gave in. I gave up, pushing my hands inside her shirt, over her back,
down to her swiveling ass.
The
techno beat almost made me combust. The lights flashed and we were one second
away from dance floor fucking. I mashed my hands into her hair. She moaned and
cupped my cock. Groaning against the side of her neck, I wished we were
someplace quiet, private . . . and naked.
Someone
whistled, off-tune, then a shoulder bumped mine. I blinked my eyes open.
Ray.
Fuck if he’s gettin’ a piece of this action.
“What’d
I say about Big Brother earlier?” He nodded across the room.
The
brothers were on the move toward us. I wasn’t ready to be the star of Halloween
2013, slaughtered by Steele and Co. Hustling Cat all the way to bay five, I
whipped out my keys. The key stuck, the lock groaned, the boys were getting close.
Cat
kept watch beside me. “They’re—”
“What?
Hit men? Assassins?”
The
door finally opened. I tugged her inside and pressed her against it.
Plunged
into darkness, she laughed. “I was gonna say not that bad.”
I
made my way from her chin to her mouth, my hands moving to gather her hair. A
distinct thumping noise stilled me. Then a long guttural groan.
Josh’s
Camaro was in here. He’d brought it in for a tune-up that morning. That’s why
he’d locked up this bay. He couldn’t have common riffraff fucking with his
baby.
Aaand
it sounded like he was fucking his baby, Leelee. On top of the car. Behind us.
Turning
my back to the wall, I slid down it with Cat. My finger pressed against her
lips, but she whispered around it, “Is that—”
“How
the hell do I get you out of this get-up?” Josh grunted. Several seconds later,
fabric tore.
Leelee
squealed. “Mah dress! You dirty rapscallion.”
Funny,
she didn’t sound all that pissed off, even when she continued, “Josh! There are
still people out there.”
Cat
gripped my hand. “Get us outta here.”
I
fumbled for the door. It stuck from the inside this time. “It won’t budge.”
Josh
murmured, “Frankly, Leelee, I don’t give a fuck.”
Well,
at least he was keeping in character. Sort of.
From
where we hid, we couldn’t see them, but we sure as hell heard them. The sound
of wetness and sucking was an audible turn on. Leelee’s wails grew louder,
bouncing off the garage walls. Squeezed against me, Cat’s breath blew hot and
fast against my throat. Her hand drifted down my stomach to the tight crotch of
my leathers. I screwed my eyes shut, beating my head against the wall when she
coaxed my hard-on into a straight-up position.
“Fuck.”
Laying my hand on top of hers, I pushed my hips into her grasp. The heel of
palm rode down the stiff ridge. Her fingertips explored my balls crushed within
the pants.
Josh’s
gruff tone overrode my groan. “You like the ’stache, babe?”
“Yes,
yes . . . mmm.”
“Don’t
know what the hell Rhett Butler got up to with his, but I’m thinkin’ it’s time
for a little French tickler action.”
“Oh
God,” Leelee whimpered.
“Oh
fuck,” Cat moaned, her hand slipping up the column of my cock. Throwing her leg
over mine, she straddled me in one swift motion. Her tongue snaked across my
lips and sneaked inside my mouth.
We
picked up the grinding where we’d left off on the dance floor. She was hot
between her legs, her pussy pressed against me. Her hips moved in a sinuous
dance. My cock throbbing with every motion, I grabbed her waist and slid her
back.
“Cat.”
Her
gaze hit mine with heat that reverberated all the way to my cock. A pulse of
precome dripped down my aching shaft, and it was so intense I felt it melt down
to the base of my dick.
“I
need you.” My whisper was more growl than voice.
Her
hands tightened on my biceps. “Not here.”
Like
I was going to fuck her in a garage. We’d save that for the second date. “My
house.”
She
scrambled to her feet, staying out of the Josh and Leelee’s line of vision.
“Now.”
“Promise
not to hit me this time?” I gripped the nape of her neck.
“What
about scratching?”
All
down my back. Hell fucking God yes, Wildcat.
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Stone, At Your Service (Carolina Bad Boys #1)
"Humor, romance, loveable characters, and hot sex. Talk
about one hell of a winning combo." ~Hines and Bigham's
"If you like the good guy who just happens to be
badass, who's not afraid to fall hard for the woman he knows is meant for him,
then Josh Stone is at your service." ~Literati Book Reviews
"Drama, a really hot sexy as hell Southern bad Boy, LOL
moments and my favorite - romance authors UNCENSORED." ~Lustful
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"If you want to laugh, cry and
just enjoy yourself while reading a really great romance this is the book for
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Soon:
Ride:
In Between the Covers (a Carolina Bad Boys Novella)
Synopsis
The full, sexy, New Adult version of RIDE, the novella
featured in Stone, At Your Service, Carolina Bad Boys series.
College man Jase Everly has bad
boy written all over him. Rides a motorcycle? Check. Has tats? You bet. Couldn't
give a shit about rules? He's all over that.
When he's cut off from the oil
baron family funds, he finds a new way to support his education, his bike
habit, his bad habits. And his business venture is nothing he's proud of.
Top-notch student Avery Greene
is a good girl. Deans List, never missed a class, straitlaced material. She's
on the college fast track until one night and one jock destroy her life. She
hides inside her sweaters. She buries her nose in her books.
She ignores the pain inside her,
and she's sure she hates Jase from the moment she lays eyes on him.
The problem is—Avery needs
someplace to stay, and Jase wants a roommate. They’re enemies at first sight.
Now they’re going to live together.
Roomies? Maybe.
Romance? Never.
That’s what she said.
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Steele, Into Your Heart (Carolina Bad Boys #3)
Coming
April 2015
Mini Synopsis
Brodie Steele is a badass biker
dude. Ashe Kingston is a sexy police officer with an attitude. Their bad blood
runs deep. But after they hook up at a wild biker week, can they keep their
pact? What happens at Bike Week stays at Bike Week. Yeah, right.
Meet Rie Warren
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 endeavor, the Carolina Bad Boys series, is fun, hot, and southern-sexy.
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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