SYNOPSIS:
Hell on wheels meets
hell in high
heels.
Bad boy
mechanic Josh Stone likes to get his hands dirty any way
he can—the filthier, the better. Ever since his wife walked
out on him and
their young son, he’s only had room in his heart for two
loves: the kid and
cars.
Roped into
playing his best buddy’s gay boyfriend during a
romance writers convention, the player meets the girl who’s
gonna rock his
world. Leelee Songchild. Shy, bashful, beautiful Leelee who
blushes at the drop
of a hat yet writes hardcore smut to rival Josh’s backlist
of Penthouse
Forum.
The only
problem is his hands are tied. Josh can’t stab his old
friend/fake lover in the back even though all he wants to do
is take luscious
Leelee to bed, and maybe, love her. When the truth comes
out, all hell breaks
loose.
Too bad
romance is just for
books.
PURCHASE
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EXCERPT:
“I figured you for
more of Chili Peppers fan.” Her rosebud lips burst into a
teasing smile.
“Chet Baker, old
school all the way, babe.” I leaned in those last few
inches, licking the crest
of her mouth, snicking her with a gentle bite of teeth.
“That explains the
fedora
then.”
I tugged the brim
lower before angling in for another short pull on her
lips.
Heat, sex, need
raced between us, speeded by the fuel of shared memories.
This is it. The feeling of being all
alone, together. It raced up my spine and pounded through my
body, slamming
right into my heart. What my folks had, I’d only experienced
with Leelee. The
night of the tango, in a roomful of people, we’d been intent
on each other. She
was heaven in my arms and I wanted nothing more, no one
else.
“You miss your
dad,” she
said.
I flipped my hat
onto the bar. “All the damn time, darlin’. But I don’t want
to miss you. Not
tomorrow, not the next
day.”
She moved closer
to whisper, “And it explains the Dancing
with the Stars
moves. You really are a
romantic.”
I never would’ve
thought so before her. Guiding her off the stool and between
my legs, I
growled, “Only for you,
babe.”
She shifted back a
couple steps, offering her hand. “Dance with me.”
“I think that’s my
line.” I brought her hand to my chest. Warm and soft, her
hip filled my palm,
her skirt rustling between us. Leaning down, I nipped her
shoulder, drinking
her body in.
“I’m re-writin’
it.” Her body aligned perfectly with mine.
“For All We Know”
began. There was nothing but the song and the sway of our
bodies around the
emptied room. Bartenders watched, quieting their movements
as they cleaned up
around us.
Wrapped around
each other, we danced. Her hand skimmed up my back, mine
slipped to her neck.
Our lips hovered but no kisses were taken.
Leelee’s cheek lay
against mine—her soft to my rough. “Sing to
me?”
No candles, no one
else, my voice rumbled with the rich tones of old times.
There was no fancy
footwork, only feeling. And she felt so fucking good in my
arms.
The music ended
slowly. My hands snuck up her back, holding her against me,
unwilling to let
go.
AUTHOR
BIO:
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
AUTHOR MEDIA
LINKS:
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