Justice
Bad Boys of X-Ops Book II
By Rie Warren
Genre: Erotic romance, humor,
thriller, suspense, military, action/adventure
Release Date: April 25, 2016
From the world of
bad boys of Retribution MC comes a deliciously dangerous, scandalously sexy,
four part series!
Good girl versus Bad boy. Southern charm comes head-to-head with military grit.
They say opposites attract. That’s an understatement where Justice and Lawless
are concerned.
JUSTICE
Let’s face it. I’ve got a bad rep with the ladies. I’m a rough-talking,
smooth-loving, international playboy—yeah right, whatever—and an X-Ops
specialist. Sure, I’m hiding a secret or two. Who isn’t? That’s the least of my
concerns when I’m called in to lead an infiltrate-and-retrieve mission.
I’ve got my head in the game—the one firmly attached to my shoulders. An
American embassy overseas is under siege, and I’m expecting to rescue the
ambassador and his daughter, a stereotypical geeky damsel in distress, Matilda
Lawless.
Caught in the crossfire between explosive danger and wild desire, I’m in for
the shock of my life.
TILLY
I’m not looking for any man to save me. I’m pretty damn capable of taking care
of myself, thank you very much. I have a successful career and was practically
born and bred on a gun range, even if I can’t bake a perfect biscuit to save my
life like a good southern woman should.
But there’s just something about that hardcore operative called Justice. He’s
haunted and lonely, and I know that pain inside and out. It doesn’t hurt one
little bit he’s been blessed with more than his fair share of good looks, plus
a body that would make any red-blooded woman drool.
Barricaded inside the embassy, under my father’s shrewd eyes, I intend to have
Justice no matter how many times he says he’s not good enough. I see the way he
watches me. With dirty, sexy, hungry lust.
Fighting is what Justice does. Now I need him to fight for me.
Warning:
Graphic sex, graphic action, graphic language. Triple X caution.
“I think you’d best
get some rest, Matilda.” My voice came out low but razor sharp, my words blunt
and unmuffled.
If I had to be an
asshole to her to maintain the necessary distance I would, because the
suddenness of wanting her so damn much was painful.
And futile.
And stupid beyond
belief.
“Tsk.” She waltzed
into the room all bare, tan legs and warm, soft scent.
Her fingers flicked
at my forehead, and I reared back in surprise.
“Tilly, Ah told
you. Only my grandmother has ever called me Matilda, and she’s so stiff I think
she was molded into the apron she put on after she got married in 1948. I am
not a Matilda.”
First of all, I
couldn’t believe she’d flicked me. Me! A goddamn ex-marine and special
operative.
And second, a grin
crept up one side of my mouth, but I swallowed down the laugh that wanted to
follow.
“What’s that?”
Tilly pointed at the notebook resting in my lap.
“Uh.” Fuck. I’d
completely forgotten about the damn thing. “Nothing.” I quickly rolled it up
and stashed it in my pocket. “Bullshit on pages. Gonna make a bonfire out of it
later.”
I pulled out a
throwing star I always flipped back and forth between my fingers. It flashed
like lightning, throwing sparks of light across the room.
A much more manly
pursuit.
Jesus. I am losing
it.
Maybe I need some
sleep after all.
I groaned.
Tilly plopped right
down beside me with upraised legs, leaning the back of her head against the
wall. “God, but it’s hot in here.”
Plucking at her
shirt that ballooned before settling back against the firm round hills of her
tits, she rolled her head toward me. “Justin, right?”
I met her eyes for
a moment to see the twinkle in her irises.
“Justice.” I
growled.
“Justice? Hmm.
Justice what?”
“I’m not giving out
that information.” I made my frown as formidable as ever, but I could tell she
didn’t give a shit.
She leaned close
enough her warm breath caressed my ear. “Who would I tell?”
“Chase . . .
Justice Chase.” The words tumbled from my mouth.
She clapped a hand
over her mouth to withhold a giggle. “Well, that’s not so bad, is it? Imagine
if it was Chase Justice.”
“It’s not that.”
Maybe a little. “No one’s supposed to know . . . who I really am.”
“Lawless and
Justice, huh?” Her hand found my forearm, and her fingers squeezed the steel
cable muscles. “Sounds like an outlaw movie. The next big blockbuster. I promise
to keep your secret, Justice Chase.”
Spunky Tilly
somehow lifted all the fatigue from my body, and I aimed a feral grin at her.
Her eyelashes
fluttered. Her smile became a softer curve of her lips.
Her fingers traced
all the way down to my wrist where a pulse pounded a heavy beat before she
skimmed her hand to my thigh and down to the floor between us.
She made my body
thump and my blood race. She made sensations fire like a network of heat to the
center of my groin.
Maybe it was just
the day, the night, the adrenaline rush that hadn't worn off and probably
wouldn't. The same thing happened with every op—unleashed energy I usually
slaked afterward by fucking. Fucking hard. Randomly. Anonymously.
Here there was no
one to screw. Except Tilly.
There was no
escaping her presence either, and, man, did I want to fuck the living daylights
out of her.
I lifted one knee
and casually—oh so casually—crossed a forearm over it so my hand nearly dangled
in my lap, obscuring my growing hard-on from view.
“You should stay in
your quarters, Matilda.” My voice sounded like gravel, and I shifted again.
“Is that a direct
order, sir?”
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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