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2014
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STATS:
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:
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,
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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