Steele: Into Your Heart
(Book
#3)
SYNOPSIS:
Brodie Steele is a
badass MC 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.
Riding out
the rough years following a family
tragedy, Brodie is still trying to put his life back
together when he finds
something he never expected with Ashe. She annoys the ever
lovin’ hell out of
him, and turns him on so much he can’t see straight. He
keeps coming back for
more.
Ashe isn’t
just a hard-nosed police officer. And
she wants no part of Brodie outside of their
no-strings-attached fling. There’s
no way he’s settling-down material but he’s hard to resist
with his inked
sleeves and rebellious ways, not to mention piercings in
places that make Ashe
melt. Brodie Steele is dangerous, delicious, and suddenly
determined to have
her.
If there’s
anything more risky than laying his
heart on the line for this sexy woman, it’s Ashe’s job. It
puts her life in
danger in a way he can’t possibly protect her from. Can
their hot bond win out
over the bad blood of years past? Or will Ashe be taken from
Brodie before she
lets him into her
heart?
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BOYS SERIES
Stone: At
Your Service (Book
#1)
Love: In the Fast Lane (Book
#2)
RIDE, the complete
New Adult novella featured in
Stone.
Steele: Into Your Heart
(Book
#3)
NEXT IN
SERIES:
CHROME, WITH A HEART FORGED
IN STEELE. Book
#4.
The bigger they are, the harder they
fall.
Coming summer
2015.
EXCERPT:
We found a nice side-by-side
spot for our bikes, and I slid off mine. Before Ashe got off
her bitchin’ black
Triumph, I grasped her face between my palms. Leaning down,
I sealed my mouth
to hers. Warm, soft, and pliable, her lips opened at my
lick. A deep tangle of
tongues trailed from her mouth into mine, and we made out in
the parking lot
for good long while.
I unclasped her helmet as I
took another slow taste of her mouth. Sleek and soft, wet
and hot, Ashe met me
with strong lunges of her own. Her head slanted beneath my
fingertips. The new
angle and hot dart of her tongue made me delirious.
She gripped my arms, spread her
thighs, and hooked her boots behind my legs.
When my hard cock hit the
juncture of her leathers, she broke off, moaning, “Oh, God,
Brodie.”
Make
her moan my name before her boots hit the pavement? Consider
it done.
I straightened up and held my
hand out to her. “Can’t wait to hear you say that when
you’re naked.”
“Did I say evil?” She placed
her palm in mine. “I meant evil incarnate. You’re a teasing
bastard, aren’t
you?”
“Little
bit.”
“Looks like a lot more than a
little bit.” She stared at the straining bulge inside my
pants. The seams were
about to burst open, even more so with her appreciative glance.
“Got that right.” I felt smug
as shit as I wrapped an arm around her waist, guiding her to
the hotel.
I was less than thrilled with
the jackass in the monkey suit at the reception desk.
If the dude in the ugly maroon
jacket with the “Hi, My Name is Ed” nametag didn’t stop
staring at Ashe’s tits,
he was gonna make real good friends with my fists. Then we
could call him “Dead
Ed”. Lucky for him, he handed over the room key at the same
time Ashe drove her
hand into my back pocket to grab my ass.
Better.
The pimply teenager valet-dude
offered to take my two bags up on the wheely cart—probably
looking for another
fifty tip.
“I got this one, braw. But good
effort. I like it.”
He grinned at
me.
While we waited for the
elevator, Ashe narrowed her eyes at me. “So you’re really a
big softie.”
I leaned against the wall,
crossed my arms, and stared at her through lowered
eyelashes. A smile curled my
lips. “Not sure who you’re callin’
soft.”
Her gaze darted to the obvious
hard formation of my
cock.
“My bad.” She tucked her pretty
pink lip between her lips.
The elevator dinged, the door
opened, and I grabbed her hand to pull her inside. “About to
be very bad.”
As soon as the doors closed us
inside the empty car, I hit the stop button. Ashe’s eyes
flared silver and wide
when I cornered her. I dragged my hands through the blonde
hair she’d streaked
in flirtatious pink, gripping it at the base of her neck.
With one yank, I
bared her throat. Her breasts swelled against my chest, and
I bent to suckle
the long column of her neck.
“Your goatee tickles.” She
shivered.
“Good or
bad?”
She rubbed my short whiskers
with her hand.
“Good.”
I
sucked her skin hard, making
sure to leave a mark on her neck. “Just
good?”
“Really good!” Her voice rose.
“Ahhh, really, really
good.”
“Just wait until you feel it
against your cunt,” I whispered in her ear.
Ashe rolled her hips forward to
hit mine. She dug her fingers into my ass.
I cupped my hand against her
mound. Her heat invaded my skin but too much fucking fabric
was in my way to do
her right.
“Fuck. Why aren’t you wearing a
skirt?”
“Don’t do
skirts.”
I ripped open the buttons on
her pants and slid my fingers inside. A soft little trail of
curls led to her
plump wet lips.
Nice.
“A skirt would be easier.”
Slipping two fingers into her tight heat, I grinded the heel
of my palm against
her clit.
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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
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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.
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