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Title: Love, In The Fast
Lane
Series: Carolina Bad Boys #2
Author: Rie
Warren
Publisher: Rie Warren
Published titles: Four full length novels
within the past
twelve months including the Don’t Tell series published by
Grand
Central-Forever Yours.
Genre: Contemporary Erotic
Romance
Page count: Approx 270
pages
Keywords: alpha male, biker, southern,
humor
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.
Their
passionate romance falls apart when Nicky discovers Cat’s secret rivals his
own. The truth about her past reopens Nicky’s raw wounds and awakens a ghost he
never laid to rest. He doesn’t know how to have Cat, and now he can’t trust her.
Will they be torn apart . . . or tamed by love?
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“You get to me and
I don’t want to be got at.” Cat slung
herself into the chair next to mine.
“I like getting
under your skin.” Pulling her chair closer, I pinned her legs between mine. I
caressed along her neck until I cupped her face. “If you give us a shot, I
guarantee I’ll make it worth your while.”
She slammed her
lips against mine. This kiss was volatile and urgent as our tongues fucked
against each other. I slipped back for a moment, listening to her jarred
breaths. That goddamn ponytail had to go. I freed the elastic as she unbuttoned
the shirt I’d thrown on earlier. Playing with the line of hair down my torso
led Cat to my jeans. Her palm cupped my hard cock hidden beneath the rough
fabric.
Fuck.
FUCK!
Straight black
sheaths of sweet smelling hair fell to her waist. “Jesus Christ, Cat.”
My fingers spun
through the silken strands. When she claimed my mouth once more, that black
velvet curtain closed around us. With one hand at the back of her head, the
other on her waist, I pulled her into me. The sweet wet pressure of her mouth
and tongue made me dizzy. Her gasps and moans were hot as hell.
“Stand up for me,”
I ordered.
When she did, I
kicked her chair away. She stood between my spread legs. Her pale blue irises
were almost eclipsed by her pupils as she gazed down at me.
I skimmed a knuckle
along the buttons on the front of her shirt. “Any more ink?”
“Maybe you’ll have
to find out.”
I unbuttoned her
up-to-the-throat, down-to-the-wrists top. Underneath was a scant black bra, the
cups overflowing with mounds of flesh.
I gave her a wicked
grin. “I can’t think of anything I’d like to do more than uncover you inch by
inch.”
Kissing her
stomach, I listened to her gasp. I worked her shirt down her arms, leaving it
bunched at the wrists by the cuffs. The flat of my hand moved down the center
of her body and back up. When I reached the front clasp of her bra, I gave it a
tug. “Can I?”
She inhaled
shakily. “Yes.”
I unclasped the
hook, and oh holy shit. Her tits burst forth. I rocked back in my seat and
stared. “Maybe not any more ink, just these beauties?”
“Nicky,” she
whimpered.
That was the best
sound on the planet, but it wasn’t to be outdone by the sight right in front of
me. I touched the very tip of one nipple, barely holding myself in check. But
fuck, I wanted to feast on her with my eyes before I sucked on her with my
mouth. Her teardrop-shaped tits were topped by plum-colored nipples. But that
wasn’t it, not by a long shot. Cat’s sexy, dusky-colored nipples were fucking
pierced. I circled one with my fingertip, then the other. I tucked my finger
into the dangling filigree decoration hanging from one piercing and flicked it.
“Nicky,” she
groaned, her hands digging into my hair.
I lifted my mouth
to her, sucking a hot, pert pearl of flesh into my mouth. Sucking it in,
letting it slip out. Nibbling on the jewelry, I tugged with my teeth it until
she moaned. And because I was pretty damn sure I’d never get enough of having
my face in her tits, I moved to the other one. Licking, tonguing, suckling. Oh yeah. The suckling, she liked that,
maybe as much as I was getting off on it. Her moans escalated the longer I held
her nipple and jewelry in my mouth, curling my lips around her. Grunting, I
moved into the deep valley between. I lapped there too.
I sat back for a
moment. Her tits glistened and the color of her peaks was even deeper. Her skin
was pink from my face rubbing against her. The piercings swayed with each of
her breaths, her hips did too, silently asking for more.
“Sexiest woman I’ve
ever seen,” I growled.
I reached up and
pulled her face to mine. My lips were rough on hers. She was just as hungry,
lashing her tongue into my mouth, rasping it across my teeth and cheeks.
I let her go. I
needed more of her breasts. “I’m gonna be here awhile. You don’t mind, do you?”
She quickly shook
her head. Her long black hair swished around her back. Her mouth opened, but
all that came out was a long low mewl. The sound set my stiff cock right on the
edge of release. I swooped down to nuzzle and tease her some more. With my
hands clasped at her waist, my thumbs circled her taut belly, which trembled.
I unbuttoned her
jeans. “How about this, darlin’? Is this okay?”
Her nails scratched
across my scalp, pulling me closer.
I’d take that as a
yes.
REVIEWS FOR CAROLINA BAD BOYS
#1, STONE, AT YOUR SERVICE
"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 Literature
"If
you want to laugh, cry and just enjoy yourself while reading a really great
romance this is the book for you!" ~5 Rockin' Stars, Twin Sisters Rockin'
Book Reviews
NEXT IN SERIES:
STEELE, INTO YOUR HEART
Carolina
Bad Boys #3
Coming
in April 2015
MINI BLURB
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.
RIDE Novella from book #1 STONE
is coming Janury 8, 2015
RIDE
Carolina
Bad Boys novella
January
8, 2015
BLURB:
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.
Author
Bio:
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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