The first reviews are in, and readers are lapping up Bo (ooooh)!
“This is the third book in the “Bad Boys” series and, if anything, the temperature is getting even higher. Is foreplay a genre? Well, if it was, Rie Warren would be the queen!” ~Nerdy, Dirty, and Flirty Blog
“Dear Lord how have I managed to miss this series up until now! Shame on me!!! I have just finished Bo and I am heading straight over to buy the others because if this was anything to go by I have been seriously missing out.” ~Books Laid Bare
“I think the thing that I loved most was Veronica’s character, I know the book is mainly about Bo, but it was so refreshing to have a strong leading female character. An independent woman who doesn’t take crap off anyone and can take care of herself. And these two together are explosive!” ~Amazon Reviewer
I’m a lover, not a fighter. Yeah, right. Talk about bullshit. I’ve been fighting all my life, and I know zip about love. Frankly, I don’t want to. More than bullets whizzing past my head or the very real possibility of ending up dead, love scares the shit out of me. I’m used to guns and killing, blood and dust.
That’s what I feel for this woman, my goddamn shrink, Veronica. Doctor Hartley digs inside my head. She asks me questions, which I never answer. I’d much rather take the smart, sexy Doc to bed, but I can’t because of our clinical relationship.
My last Force Recon mission destroyed any semblance of humanity I had left. Those little triggers go off all the time now. When I’m asleep. When I’m awake. When the memories are raw. I bolt up, at knife point again, but there’s no enemy now.
Just Veronica and me.
Veronica. Doctor Hartley. I told Bo to call me Ronnie like everyone else, but he refuses. He shows up like he has a cattle prod shoved up his ass and sits through the allotted hour for his counseling session impervious to every approach. He’s powerful, forceful, explosive. He doesn’t scare me.
My marine doesn’t speak, but his sharp gaze pierces me all the same. He watches me with all the greed of a hunger never sated, a need never fulfilled. A desire never explored. He stows his secrets safely away, but I’m patient. I’ll get to him if he doesn’t get to me first.
And when I have him? I’ll want him forever. I know this. But I can’t. His past might be complicated, but mine is a minefield, one that will blow up in our faces before all is said and done.
Too bad. We could be so good together.
Warning: Graphic sex, graphic action, graphic language. Triple X caution.
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WET HEAT. SLOW SUCTION. Oh yeah. I slipped from sleep to awareness as V’s mouth engulfed me. My hips moved gently with her in and out motions, and my fingers twined through her hair. I didn’t look, completely going with the early morning blowjob she was giving me.
“Feels good, babe.” My hoarse voice cracked.
Nothing like the intense insanity of last night, her lips wrapped around me were sloppy, soft, and slowly brought me to imminent release.
My pelvis rolled with her mouth and before long my body wracked with a hot long-lasting orgasm as I finished in her mouth, straining to listen to her swallowing my seed.
I relaxed with a chuckle, never once opening my eyes. “Waking up to a blowjob is so much better than my usual nightmares.”
“I certainly hope so,” was Veronica’s tart reply.
I merely smiled, blindly hauling her up as I turned onto my side. I folded her against my front, holding all that sensual naked warmth pressed against me. “You got anyplace to be today?”
“Nope. Sunday. Day of rest.” She wriggled more closely against me.
I didn’t plan on giving her much rest. No shit? My dick recovered in record time. I kissed the nape of her neck and the silky skin of her shoulder. My hands roaming down her back and over the swell of her hip, I felt up her bottom with an appreciative grumble.
“Mmm. This is one hell of a plump ass, Doc.”
“Bo! That’s not exactly a compliment.” She swatted at my hands gripping her rear end, but I wouldn’t be waylaid.
“What are you talkin’ about, woman? I guaran-damn-tee the guys’ eyes dropped out of their heads at Retribution that first time you waltzed in with this rump.” I peeked at her through one eye. I jiggled both healthy cheeks in my hands. “An ass worthy of a good grope.”
“That feels more like a poke,” she muttered when my revived cock got inadvertently sandwiched in the hot vise of her round tush.