Date of release: December 11, 2014
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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
BLURB:
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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EXCERPT:
“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 January 8, 2015
RDE
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:
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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