°•★✰NEW RELEASE AND KINDLE UNLIMITED✰★•°


Y'all! Get Revenge is my 41st published novel! I can't believe it, and I'm so excited to share him with you all. 


He made sure she’d never come looking for him. She vowed to hate him until her dying breath. When they meet again sparks fly, lust ignites . . . danger doubles down.


5 STAR REVIEWS
“The Blood Legion MC is one of my FAVORITE MC series. It is not too hardcore, but these guys do not mind getting down and dirty and they do it absolutely deliciously *insert smirk here*!” ~Ga Books LoverX


“A Hot Steamy MC with a great story woven into this 2nd chance romance! I have now met my new favourite MC the 'Blood Legion MC' have ended my 2019 on a high!” ~World of Books 65
​

“I love this group. The guys are bada**, will have you cracking up and love their ladies and kids. The girls are fierce, the kind of ladies you'd want to hang out with and love with a vice grip. Highly, highly recommend.” ~Goodreads review

A second chance biker romance that’ll set your Kindle on fire! The final book in the bestselling Blood Legion MC biker series.


He made sure she’d never come looking for him. She vowed to hate him until her dying breath. When they meet again sparks fly, lust ignites . . . danger doubles down.


REVENGE
I’m a bad biker dude with a serious chip on my shoulder. I’m also known for being an ex-con and most likely to be engaged in a spicy threesome with the Doublemint Twins. Everything comes to a screeching halt when a gorgeous woman I made sure to leave behind shows up at Blood Legion MC. 


There’s no frickin’ way Arden high and mighty Prioleau belongs anywhere near the Thunder Road Bar. There’s no frigging reason for her to be looking for me. She’s cool, calm, and cultured on the outside, all seething anger and undeniable sexiness on the inside. 


Arden is a glorious redhaired vixen with one giant ask—she wants myhelp to take down a man I’d rather dismember than share a drink with.


ARDEN
Revenge isn’t even his real name, but he doesn’t want anyone else to know who he really is. I guess I can’t blame him. I wish I could change my identity too if only to get away from the maniac destroying my life.


Revenge is the last person on earth I’d ever expect to rely on. He’s my last chance. My final hope. And that isn’t saying all that much considering how we ended. 


I used to know him, now I’m not so sure what I’ve gotten myself into. Revenge is hardened and even hotter than I remembered. He’s a black sheep with a checkered past. A dark horse who’s dirty as sin. 
​

It turns out my knight in shining armor is a leather-clad biker I’ve known most of my life and have spent the past few years hating with a fiery intensity.

Many thanks to all the bloggers, readers, and reviewers who have shared, read, and supported my book journey! "See" you in 2020. 
XOXO,
Rie

°•★✰COVER REVEAL✰★•°
Super excited to finally share the cover for GET REVENGE, Blood Legion MC 4! 
He made sure she’d never come looking for him. She vowed to hate him until her dying breath.
​When they meet again sparks fly, lust ignites . . . danger doubles down.

A second chance biker romance that’ll set your Kindle on fire! The final book in the bestselling Blood Legion MC biker series.
He made sure she’d never come looking for him. She vowed to hate him until her dying breath. When they meet again sparks fly, lust ignites . . . danger doubles down.
​

REVENGE
I’m a bad biker dude with a serious chip on my shoulder. I’m also known for being an ex-con and most likely to be engaged in a spicy threesome with the Doublemint Twins. Everything comes to a screeching halt when a gorgeous woman I made sure to leave behind shows up at Blood Legion MC. 
There’s no frickin’ way Arden high and mighty Prioleau belongs anywhere near the Thunder Road Bar. There’s no frigging reason for her to be looking for me. She’s cool, calm, and cultured on the outside, all seething anger and undeniable sexiness on the inside. 
Arden is a glorious redhaired vixen with one giant ask—she wants myhelp to take down a man I’d rather dismember than share a drink with.
ARDEN
Revenge isn’t even his real name, but he doesn’t want anyone else to know who he really is. I guess I can’t blame him. I wish I could change my identity too if only to get away from the maniac destroying my life.
Revenge is the last person on earth I’d ever expect to rely on. He’s my last chance. My final hope. And that isn’t saying all that much considering how we ended. 
I used to know him, now I’m not so sure what I’ve gotten myself into. Revenge is hardened and even hotter than I remembered. He’s a black sheep with a checkered past. A dark horse who’s dirty as sin. 
It turns out my knight in shining armor is a leather-clad biker I’ve known most of my life and have spent the past few years hating with a fiery intensity.

Hey, hey, hey! Are you ready to fall head over heels for the next badass sexy New Orleans biker? Saint has everything:

• One big, buff, hot as hell MC dude
• A sassy heroine smoldering with attitude
• Danger when you least expect it
• The Man Buns (flannel hipsters, Jesus wannabes, bearded trendsters . . . )
• Pussy Drinks! 
• And of course an HEA you'll hold your breath for

To him, she’s absolutely irresistible. To her, he’s nothing but bad news. When their fates collide, the only thing they have in common is destined to tear them apart.
SAINT
Witha rap sheet as long as the inked sleeves on my arms, I’ve finally found a home with Blood Legion MC. Through thick and thin, brawls and bloodletting, I’ve created a rep: I’m the man.
I’m the man, and Honoré’s the only woman I want. The beautiful street busker takes my breath away from the first moment I see her—all untapped passion simmering just beneath the surface. Something darker simmers just beneath the surface of her life too.
HONORÉ 
Being someone’s old lady is the last thing on my mind. Been there, done that, along with the random ink and riding bitch on some guy’s bike. I can’t spare time for a surly biker who has rattled my last nerve in a sexy, delicious way.
I want to hate Saint and everything he stands for, but he’s ridiculously hot and annoyingly persistent. When he brings danger to my door, it’s only a matter of time before my secrets spill over to rip us apart.

“So, how many instruments doyou play?” I asked the beautiful woman beside me.
“Hmm?” Honoré toyed with her fork, her eyes not meeting mine.
What is she staring at now? 
I gripped my beer bottle, and she inhaled choppily as she bit down on her bottom lip.
She was staring at my hands?
Oh . . . my fingers. In the flash of a second, I knew she wanted me to use my large fingers to spread her cunt, fill her wetness, fuck up into her.
Goddamn.
With a quick flickering glance at her tits, I could tell her nipples were hard.
Holy shit.
My ice queen was so horny for me she could barely make small talk.
I abruptly shoved my chair back.
Her eyes danced guiltily away.
“Just need to hit the head,” I mentioned.
“Oh yes. Down the hall and to the right.” Momma Joan waved in the general direction.
I didn’t need a slash. That was just an excuse.
I’d give Honoré thirty seconds to come after me.
Once in the bathroom, no matter how much I wanted to, I didn’t snoop in the medicine cabinet or nose around the other shelves. I simply leaned against the sink while I waited.
Sure enough, moments later, there was a soft tap from outside, and I knew it was her.
I cracked open the door just enough to see her. “I can aim all by myself, baby.”
Her face flamed brightly, and she stomped her foot. “That’s not why I’m standing here, and you damn well know it.”
For someone basically begging for a fuck, she sure had plenty of attitude.
I hauled her inside and locked the door before pushing her against the wall.
My bigger body pressing against hers, I dipped my knees so my hardened cock hit her at just the right spot.
Honoré’s arms twined around my neck as I searched for the sensitive spot at the hollow of her collarbone. Nibbling and sucking her sweet flesh, I grasped her round ass to tug her tighter against me.
Rocking and grinding into her soft heat, I felt blood rush to my already rigid cock.
“Oh god. Oh yes.” She moaned against my ear.
“If you like that, you’re gonna love this a whole lot more,” I whispered harshly.
Rising up, I captured her lips. Devouring her mouth, I groaned when she whimpered against my hungry lips before her tongue roamed inside to slick all around.
Goddamn.
My hands stole up inside her top, and I finally had a feel of her bare breasts. I bet her nipples were tight tiny little things capping the soft mounds of flesh.
Gasping, she broke the kiss. And I watched the way her eyelids flickered, her heavy breaths driving her tits even harder against my palms.
With her lips wet and swollen, Honoré was fucking divine.
And I was aching.
I pulled one of her hands down, planting her palm against my straining meat—the hard bulge in my jeans pulsing with blood.
Her eyes flashed open as her fingers folded around my cock as much as possible, and she whispered on an indrawn breath, “Oh my lord.”
“You’re gonna get all that cock in you . . . soon.” I kissed along her neck, still cupping her tits.
“Please, Saint.”
Removing my hands from beneath her top, I spun her around and hoisted her onto the edge of the sink.
“Please what? You’re not getting it until you ask for what you want.”
She vibrated in front of me, all pink and flushed. “I need to come.”
A dark grin tipped across my lips, and I popped the button on her shorts. As I tugged down the zipper, she leaned back on her hands, head almost resting against the mirror.
With her thighs spread, I stepped between them. Another dip of my knees, and I thrust my throbbing cock against her pussy.
She arched even more, biting her lip.
Then my fingers skimmed inside the lacy band of her pink panties peeking out from her undone shorts.
I leaned over her as my fingers brushed a tantalizing strip of soft hair before landing on plump feverish flesh. “Fuck. Baby, you’re so juicy.”
Her hands cruised to my biceps, nails digging in.
When I slipped one digit through her soft swollen folds, riding the wet seam of her lips, my chunky ring bumped against her clit.
She jumped, moaning.
I chuckled, nearly groaning. “Bet you like those rings now.” Rubbing her engorged button with the pad of my finger, I whispered wickedly near her ear, “You’re gonna love my goatee all over your wet pussy even more.”
Her hips canted up, and I slipped a finger deep into the velvet pocket of her cunt. Then I drew my soaked finger all the way up her gash to her trembling clit. I slid my hand out from under her panties, and she moaned in frustration.
I watched her until her eyelids opened.
Mussed up blonde hair, dreamy diamond-blue irises, kiss-bitten lips . . . I wanted to jump her bones right then and there.
I stopped myself from going any further.
“That’s all you get for now, Honoré.” I licked the intoxicating flavor of her cunt from my shiny fingers.
She almost whined.
She was shaken and wobbly when she eased off the counter.
She clenched the front of my shirt and whispered, “You goddamn tease.”
“Trust me, I’ll be worth the wait.” With a wink, I pretended my dick wasn’t about to jizz all over my jeans. “Now let’s get you sorted out, or Momma Joan’s gonna know we been messing around in the powder room.”
Honoré actually giggled, probably at my use of powder roomand the way I waggled my eyebrows.

SAINT
Witha rap sheet about as long as the inked sleeves on my arms, I’ve been a misfit with a questionable track record. But I’ve fought for and found a home with the Blood Legion MC. Through thick and thin, brawls and bloodletting, I’ve created a rep: I’m the man.

I’m the man, and Honoré’s the only woman I want. This obsession with her is irrational and stupid considering she’s prickly, pissed off with me before I can even make a move, and definitely not my type. Except the beautiful New Orleans street busker takes my breath away—all untapped passion simmering just beneath the surface. 

Something much darker simmers just beneath the surface of her life too. 

HONORÉ
Being someone’s old lady is the last thing on my mind. Been there, done that, along with the obligatory bourbon shots, random ink, and riding bitch on some guy’s bike. I can’t slip away from my life, or spare time for a surly biker who has crawled under my skin and rattled my last nerve in a sexy, delicious way. 

Saint.As if. I’ve known my fair share of outlaw MC dudes, and not a single one of them was anything close to righteous. I want to hate him and everything he stands for, but he’s ridiculously hot. He’s annoyingly persistent. And he’s surprisingly kind. 

There’s no way I can sacrifice all I’ve fought for to be with him. When Saint brings danger to my door, it’s only a matter of time before my secrets spill over to rip us apart. 

No Saint, Blood Legion MC 3--Sept 16th
#comingsoon #darkromance #mcromance #NOLAbikers

Cry Mercy & Save Grace available now on #kindleunlimited <--plenty of time to catch up on
​this gritty new series full of danger, desire, and delicious intrigue!
Blood Legion MC:
Cry Mercy
Save Grace
No Saint
Get Revenge

★★NEW RELEASE—Available on Kindle Unlimited★★
SAVE GRACE, BLOOD LEGION MC 2, READ NOW!
Gritty star-crossed lovers? You have no idea. Welcome to the Crescent City. Beignets, badasses, bikers, and a whole lot of bad juju.
★★★★★★★★★★
5 Star Reviews
“Save Grace has all the elements I love in an MC story: excitement, crazy MC banter, suspense, intrigue and romance. I highly recommend this sensational heartwarming addition to the series. In fact, if you haven’t started the series, grab up both Cry Mercy and Saving Grace, you won’t regret the phenomenal ride.” ~Goodreads review

“I had high expectations and Rie met those wonderfully. She delivered us a story that will have your emotions running rampant. The atrocities that they have both been through in the past and the present is something that will have rage, sadness, heartbreak, love and hope rising to the surface. 

This series is a DO NOT MISS series!!!” ~Wicked Babes Blog Reviews

​“Having never read Rie Warren, I didn't know what to expect with the Blood Legions MC but I fell in love. My favorite MCs are the rebels WITH a cause and boy does Killian have a cause! [ . . . ] This book was heartbreakingly beautiful. Killian and Grace have both tragic and triumphant backstories and it made me root for their HEA even more.” ~Goodreads review
Amazon US: https://amzn.to/2PrR7Pj
Amazon CA: https://amzn.to/2F0a1bI
Amazon UK: https://amzn.to/2F0ahrc
Amazon AU: https://amzn.to/2F0ar1M
𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐁𝐑 ⇒ http://bit.ly/2EZyQVh

BLURB
SLADE
I was a Marine. An operative. A hardcore soldier. Something brought me to the Blood Legion MC in New Orleans, and now I’m a biker. Whatever drew me here is bigger than my own baggage, and it isn’t the CIA, or Force-Recon, or anyone else.


There’s a pull. Her name is Grace. She’s missing, possibly because of the MC and our haphazard raid on the White Lair. Grace is my new mission. An op. Nothing more.


Until I finally locate the gorgeous woman who has built an even bigger barricade around herself than I have, and I realize I’ll never be free of her.


GRACE
I don’t want to be found. Not by anyone. Not anymore. Not after what’s been done to me against my will. As if enslavement at the White Lair wasn’t enough.


It seems I don’t have a choice. I have a new client. He’s dark-browed, big all over, and broody beyond belief. This Killian Slade doesn’t force me. He doesn’t ask me to strip. He pays extra each time and he doesn’t even touch me. When he finds out the truth, he’ll hate me as much as I hate myself. Yet I can’t stop the hot hammering of my pulse where I’d only ever been hurt and used before—there’s a yearning to be with this singular man.
​

I want to wake up from this nightmare, but the nightmare is just beginning.

NSFW EXCERPT
Grace started to lift off my lap. “I shouldn’t have come here. I shouldn’t keep laying all this on you.”
“Whoa there.” Clasping her hand, I tugged her back down.
I framed her face with my palms. “You’re not to feel guilty. And you sure as hell don’t need to worry about me.”
“I don’t want you to think I’m using you.”
“Aw hell. Use me all you want.”
A different gleam misted across her hazel-flecked irises, and I realized whether I’d intended it or not the words had sounded like a sexual invitation.
Within seconds, the atmosphere shifted.
The chemistry changed.
The always-attraction soared to the forefront.
And I wanted to deny how much I wanted her. Now wasn’t the time for this sort of thing.
For fuck’s sake, Grace had come to me for solace.
Not sex.
But she stared at her fingers as they moved from my shoulders to my waist, and my heart clobbered in my chest. My pulse echoed right down to my groin.
She dragged the hem of my shirt up over my abs then reached beneath to swirl fingertips along flexing muscle and through rasping hair.
I grew distinctly hard against her ass, groaning when she wiggled in just the right way so my prominent bulge sandwiched in the cleft of her bottom.
“Shit.” Head craning back, I clamped my hands on the arms of the chair instead of around her hips.
“You said I could use you.” Grace drew her tongue up the straining cords of my throat then bit softly all along my jaw.
“Yeah.” I grunted . . . oh, fuck. “I did, but—”
“Sshh. You talk too much.” By the sound of her voice I knew she wore a teasing smile, because we both knew the truth about me and words.
As her lips trailed to the corner of my mouth, I damn near quaked in my skin.
“But, Grace—”
“This is what I need right now. I need you, Killian. Unless . . .”
You don’t want me?
Her unsaid words hung suspended in the air, and I raised my head to look at her.
“There is no unless. C’mere.”
Our mouths clashed with a soaring urgency, no tender hello about this rampant greed.
Within minutes of tortured kissing and roving hands, the fire already burned too hot.
Christ almighty. We hadn’t fucked since Thanksgiving.
One day with her was never gonna be enough.
I had us up on our feet and half my clothes thrown off before attacking her lips again. Goddamn, but she tasted sweet.
And she sure as hell was no shrinking violet.
A possessive gurgle issued from her throat when she ripped through the tabs on my jeans.
I shoved them and everything else off then tore at her clothing with just as much frustrated impatience.
My hard, hard cock lurched upright, brushing the underside of her belly, and heat goddamn spiked inside me like a fever.
With her bare, and in my rooms, and daylight spearing across the walls and over the floor in sunbursts, I tore my mouth from hers.
I dragged my ravaging hands from her body.
I stepped back, melting into a moment I wanted to hold onto forever.
Standing nude and luscious, Grace became dappled in sunlight falling all over her ripe body.
She reached out for me, but I stepped back again.
“Wait. Don’t move. Please,” I asked in an unfamiliar guttural timbre.
She started to shield her breasts, but I halted her.
“Don’t cover yourself. Don’t hide from me.”
Fearless then—how could she not be when desire stamped all over my body and aimed my rigid cock like a staff to the air—she shook out the glorious black waves of her hair so the thick tresses tumbled down her back and over her shoulders.
Staging closer, I barely coasted the calloused pads of my fingers across her satiny skin. Down her temples so her eyes shuttered briefly closed. Across her plump lips so she breathed in on a gasp.
I only made contact with my hands, murmuring non-words of praise that came from deep within my gut.
Along her neck, where her pulse fluttered just beneath the most silken skin.
Her head became lax, and her neck arched into my touch.
“What are you doing, Killian?” she whispered.
“Honoring you.”
Her breath hitched. Her lashes flickered.
Her moan caught in her throat.
Honoring Grace.
Because being with her, touching her . . . the fact she shared herself with me was an honor I didn’t deserve.
Hell, I was nothing but a used-up leatherneck, a gruff-voiced biker dude.

Y'all! Fear not . . . there is more coming from the Blood Legion MC dudes, so stay tuned and have your fingers ready to one-click away. 
As always, happy sexy reading to you, 
XOXO~

Long time no hear, right? Well, I'm back . . . with a vengeance! So get your one-click fingers ready, y'all. 

Gritty star-crossed lovers? You have no idea. Welcome to the Crescent City. Beignets, badasses, bikers, and a whole lot of bad juju.

​The first look at the first two books in the Blood Legion MC series! Double the cover reveal. Double the preorder. Double the sexy danger.
***This will be a four book series****

★☆★ TAMING THE ALIEN PRINCE, Intergalactic Lurve #2, is LIVE! ★☆★
SERIES LINK:
http://amzn.to/2sRCjlk


#EarthGirlsArentEasy #SciFiRomance #AlienLove #AmazeSpaceBalls #KindleUnlimited #99Pennies


REVIEWS:
“I swear, these books are addictive. I can’t get enough! I have never laughed and needed an industrial strength fan to cool off quite the way I did reading Taming The Alien Prince. Best. BOGO. Ever. Rie Warren has out done herself with this laugh out loud, heart warming, and deliciously sexy sci-fi romance! This series just gets better and better with every book.” ~ 5 Stars, Britt, The Red Hatter Book Blog

“I couldn’t put it down – it’s hilarious, fast paced and so intriguing. I’m already highly anticipating the next book in the series. I think my favorite part of this book is that it’s unexpected – I thought I had things figured out and Zane manages to surprise both Astrid and me LOL. Loved it!” ~5 Stars, Lea Anne, Wicked Reads

“Zane and all his BOGO goodness combined with Astrid’s curiosity and intellect made for an excellent second book! It was everything I wanted it to be-and more!! Pun intended.”~5 Stars, Goodreads Reviewer

PURCHASE LINKS - 99c for a limited time!
US: http://amzn.to/2GavGxx
UK: http://amzn.to/2FsjxCL
CA: http://amzn.to/2p1uMLw
AU: http://amzn.to/2FsevGs
Free in Kindle Unlimited!

Taming the Alien King #1 (now available):
US: http://amzn.to/2tvZmlS
UK: http://amzn.to/2twCliE
CA: http://amzn.to/2p1wwEo
AU: http://amzn.to/2tuoGZA

Taming the Alien Warriors #3 (coming April 9) 
US: http://amzn.to/2tuh6xZ
UK: http://amzn.to/2IdQXqB
CA: http://amzn.to/2FuL3zB
AU: http://amzn.to/2FFBQYv

NSFW SEXCERPT
Zane’s expansive chest heaved. His eyes seared me.
“No one’s ever made me come like that before. Both cocks at the same time.”
And he remained stiff as my fingers traced up and down the pulsing meaty columns.
“Get up here.” His voice rasped.
My legs were almost too weak to stand, but he lifted me easily to my feet.
Tracing his lips with my tongue, I clung to him, going up on tiptoes and mashing my body to his solid heat.
He shed my robe the rest of the way off, and as he poured the oil all over my skin, his lips claimed mine until I was delirious.
Swishing fingers over my breasts, he plucked at my embarrassingly aroused nipples. He fondled them until a coil wrapped tight inside my belly, and each sensual pluck from his fingertips drew a high-pitched moan from my throat.
My entire body glistening from his ministrations, I whimpered heatedly. He palmed my buttocks. Traced my legs all over. Blew across my pussy. He cupped my breasts again, growling low.
“Your tits are perfect, meehri.” He brushed his face all over the mounds. “I could live here forever.”
Taking one elongated nipple between his lips, he lavished the bud with long licks of his tongue. He mouthed around the peaks until my whole body trembled, and I had to lean back against the arm he bound around my waist.
Hitching me tighter to him, he wet my breasts all over until my nipples were engorged, my body even more needy. He ran an oil-slickened hand down my stomach and through the tiny patch of hair above my pussy. As he tugged with his mouth, he toyed with a fingertip, parting my hot swollen flesh below.
It didn’t take long before Zane robbed me of breath, leaving me moaning and writhing as he kept me on my feet, solidly planted against his enormous body.
Thick fingers slewed inside me. I groaned, pushing my hips down, capturing the digits thrusting in and out of me.
Heat swamped me.
My body dimpled with goose bumps everywhere he touched.
A rush went through me, a white-red light behind my eyelids.
“Oh my God. Do you have seven fingers or something?” I barely managed to gasp the words.
“No. Just the two cocks.”
The moment the heel of his palm pressed against my clit, joining the dance of his fingers soldering inside me, I came. Hot screams ripped from my throat. A throat he rained kisses upon, murmuring huskily, still pumping inside me.
His kisses melted up my neck to my ear then to my lips. I dragged his lips between mine, sucking and nipping, tracing the firm curves with my tongue, and still I panted.
Moments later, Zane peered down at me, the sexual heat never waning. He was down on his knees in the next instant, lapping my spilled essence from my inner thighs and sensitive labia. All I could do was brace my hands on his shoulders because my legs were still quaking.
Then I saw it. Two tiny drops of blood on one of my breasts. “You nicked me?”
“Let me fix that.” He rose up, bent me back over his arm, and dragged a hot slow lick over the tiny wounds as I quivered in his hold.
When he came back up, I tested his . . . fangs with a fingertip, more fascinated than scared. “Your incisors are elongated.”
“Caused by extreme excitement or unleashed fury. But I didn’t mean to hurt you. And before you ask, blood drinkers don’t exist as far as I’m aware but a little taste is extremely erotic.”
“Incredible.” I watched, spellbound, as he ran his tongue over the sharp tips and they receded. “And you sealed the punctures on my breast?”
“Told you. I’m special.” He swatted my ass before adding, “Better get some clothing on you before I’m tempted to show you just how much more special I can be.”
When I was dressed in a gown more revealing than anything I’d ever owned, I felt a sexual awareness that shimmied right through my peaked nipples only scantily concealed by the fabric of the dress. A deep V plunged down the front and the back, almost to the cleft of my buttocks. And the dark blue material parted in a high slit to one thigh.
My pale skin glimmered.
My loose hair shimmered.
And I was given no undergarments at all.
Zane looked like he wanted to devour me whole then fuck me raw. And his animal-like perusal sent shivers all over my body.
I should’ve felt outraged and objectified, but it was impossible beneath his simmering gaze. And truthfully, he was less clothed than me in a pair of leather trousers—his cocks clearly delineated and pulsing against the lacings at the crotch—nothing on top but two hammered metal cuffs cinched around the mountains of his biceps.
He swallowed heavily, staring wolfishly, before escorting me from the room.
Magnar, the guard I’d met earlier, waited outside. And he was suspiciously whistling under his breath like didn’t hear a thing when I’d just been howling like a banshee.
A blush immediately painted my cheeks.
Magnar winked.
Zane smirked.
I pursed my lips together, rolling my eyes.
It seemed news of my being here—a human woman—had spread, because the hallways that’d been empty earlier now thronged with Zenithians, both male and female.
As we walked past, they whispered, but they kept a respectful distance enforced by Magnar’s heavy footfalls at our backs and Zane’s powerful strides leading the way.
I became aware of admiring looks from the males. I was even more conscious of the females practically drooling over Zane, each one taller and more stunning than the last.
A shocking, seething jealousy cut through me.
“How many have you slept with?” My tone was waspish, and I just couldn’t control it.
All my scientific rationale flew right out the window.
Zane replied, vague but arrogant, “The females have a great appreciation for my gifts.”
And by gifts he clearly meant his cocks.

★☆ Double cover reveal & preorder for the final Carolina Bad Boys books ☆★
★☆★ #MCromance #alphamales #suspense #carolinabadboys4life ★☆★
Preorder TAIL for $0.99 <--Nov. 6, 2017
http://amzn.to/2wYbqxH
Preorder CAROLINA BAD BOYS for LIFE (series epilogue) for $0.99 <--Nov. 13, 2017
http://amzn.to/2xOXncK

Yes! It's that time . . . time to finish up the series that started this whole writing madness. Don't cry now, plenty more stories to come!

For those who are new, what do you mean you've never heard of Carolina Bad Boys? *gasp* Only the hottest southern bad boys on the bookshelves. 

• Badass Bikers? Check.
• Feisty Females? Definitely. 
• Dangerous Action? You bet. 
• Filthy hot sex? Check, check, check. 

​I’m most known for honeys on my arms and notches on my bedpost. But this time, I’m not chasing tail. Every rose has its thorn, and I’ve just been snagged.
 
TAIL
I have girls lapping out of my hands, forming lines for a chance to dance on my cock. Until she shows up. And it all grinds to a halt. Madison Rose Rush. No joke there. One look at her, and I feel a rush all over my body. I want that thing all the other dudes found. Love. A mate. A classy broad I probably don’t deserve.
 
I know one thing.
 
Maddy Rush—Handsome’s sexy sister—is strictly off-limits.
 
Is that gonna stop me?
 
Hell. No. Not even with the Bad Seeds MC breathing down my neck for a debt I can’t pay.
 
MADDY
VP of Retribrewtion Brewery, heiress to the Rush Distillery empire, I’ve played by the family’s rules. I’m community-spirited, high-class, worldly-wise . . . but that doesn’t necessarily mean I’m a good girl.
 
And Tail makes me want to be bad in ways I never even knew. He’s dangerously gorgeous. He’s affiliated with the same MC as my big brother. He has inked sleeves and sex on the brain and Max warned me away from him.
 
Is that going to stop me?
 
Hell no.
 
Nothing will stop us. Nothing. Until a rival MC—outlaw bikers—retaliates against Tail. Bad Seeds indeed. 

Sometimes a Bad Boy can be good for a girl.
 
Finale of Carolina Bad Boys—the hot southern MC series readers have lusted after! The epic series epilogue includes all new original content from Stone to Chrome, featuring all the usual suspects, plus many, many more characters you won’t even expect.
 
One big sexily-every-after for the entire crew. ’Nuff said. 

Praise for Rie Warren
~ FunUnderTheCovers - “If you like a hot and sexy football player and an even sexier female baller then you are gonna love this book!”
~ iScream Books - “When a book comes along that is written by Rie Warren it is always guaranteed to be a panty pleaser.”
~ Amo & Sarah - “A great read. Brooks shows Delaney love is something great, not hurtful.”

$0.99 For A Limited Time Only!
BLURB:
Where the guys play hard, but the girls play dirty.
 
Brooklyn Holt, Carolina Crush’s top tight end, made a vow after his wife left him: never fall in love again. He doesn’t need a long-term lady. Hell no. He has the magic hands, the downfield rushes, the easy chicks by the dozens. And finally a team on a winning streak.
 
Being a free agent with the ladies is exactly what Brooks wants. Until Delaney Jones happens. The hot bitch with the serious attitude shows up with her own team in pretty much half the uniform he wears. Quarterback of the all-female Carolina Cougars, she’s sleek as a racehorse, mean on the field, and immune to all his moves. Every time she gives him no time just makes him hungrier for her. 
 
Delaney Jones takes her work and her personal life seriously, and she’ll never be mistaken for a cheerleader, in spite of her athletic body. She’s never rah-rah’d with her pom-poms for any man—hunky, hot as hell tight end or otherwise.
 
Brooklyn Holt has swagger. He has strut. But Delaney isn’t about to be the free baller’s willing slut. Until she scratches the surface and discovers his wounds run as deep as hers and his heart is warmer than she’d ever thought. It’s just too bad the past won’t die. When the danger she’s run from for years catches up to her, she’s determined to keep Brooks out of the crossfire. Even if it means Game Over. 

Super Hot Sexcerpt!
​“HEY, DELANEY.” I SMILED easily, holding my hands out to my sides. “’S’okay if I join you?”
“Just for a game of hoops?” The gold-flecks in her irises turned almost black as she walked toward me.
“Yeah.”
“You’re on.” She shoved the ball at me.
I dribbled between my legs then raced off to the other end of the court. Four pumps of my legs and I swished that motherfucker in nothing but net.
Delaney wasted no time retrieving the basketball. She dodged every one of my lunges, heading down court like a missile.
She made a three-pointer from the line.
She was hotter than anything I’d ever seen.
A real tomboy, with a banging body and a great rack.
And the woman dazzled me enough that I forgot to catch the rebound when the ball bounced on the floor.
As she double-dribbled in front of me, I watched a drizzle of sweat slide down her neck.
Gulp.
“Play b-ball in high school?” I asked when I found my voice, shadowing her across the waxed floor.
“Point woman. All-Star states team.”
“Why football now?” Dodging in front of her, I stole the ball.
Delaney came right after me, fast hands trying to nab the basketball. “I’ll take sport anywhere I can get it.”
“Balls too?”
Because fuck yeah to that.
“Maybe yours.”
When she said that, I pretty much stumbled over my own two feet.
Delaney snatched the basketball, hit net, and I curled around her from behind.
The forgotten ball bounced . . . bounced . . . bounced . . .
Unbalanced, we dropped to the floor, Delaney landing on top with a gust of bright laughter. Her hair fell in my face, softly scented black tresses I puffed out of my way.
Horsing around, we rolled across the floor until I stopped on top of her. I held most of my weight off her, but when my groin connected with her pelvis, my chuckle turned into a deep groan.
“Oh damn,” she whispered.
Heat slammed me in the balls, and I was fully hard, my cock crushed against her pussy through the thinnest barrier of clothes.
“The rumors were true.” Her hand wandered low, and she slipped her palm beneath the waist of my shorts.
Warmth met my thick dick, and I pushed into her fist. “What rumors?”
“Girth Brooks.”
I pulled her hand free and grinded against her as come prepared to unload from my cock.
“Do you always go commando, Free Baller?”
Her hips jutted up. Her lips found my neck. Her hot mouth and teasing tongue made me pulse harder against her.
“Am I crushing you?” Hurting you?
“Uhhhn. Feels good.”
Fucking. Hell.
I dipped my head, just about to kiss her long and hard when the door banged open and a voice boomed out, “No fraternization, Holt!”
Goddammit.
I quickly jumped off Delaney then pulled her from the floor, sheltering her behind me.
“Jeeesus, Coach D. Don’t you have a family to go home to or what?”
“Yeah.” He slapped his baseball cap against his thigh, scowling at me. “And I already done raised Philomena. Now I’m stuck straightening you dickheads out.”
I ushered Delaney past him and into the corridor, prodding her in the opposite direction. “All right already. Look”—I started ambling the other way—“I’m going to the men’s locker room. She’s headed to the lady’s.”
“Mm hmmm.” Coach D replaced his cap and pulled the brim down. “Better keep it that way too.”
I listened to his whistle retreating all the way to the front entrance then another loud bang of doors. Sneaking back down the corridor, I reached Delaney just before she entered her locker room.
I grasped her arm, and she spun around, mouth open to shriek.
“Ssshhh. Just me.”
Her feline-like eyes narrowed. “Boy, you are asking for trouble.”
“Coach D’s gone. We’re in the clear.” I released her and grinned. “Damn, you make me feel like a teenager. You know that?” I squinted at her. 

Amazon US: http://amzn.to/2poyPD3
Amazon CA: http://amzn.to/2q8b6bu
Amazon AU: http://amzn.to/2pA2Dha
Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2q8ooon
Also available on Kindle Unlimited! 

~ Happy, sexy reading, y'all! ~

Free Baller, Bad Boy Ballers 2 <--time for the tightest end of all!

Brooklyn Holt is rugged, ripped, so, so sexy . . . and completely broken. Just like me.
Coming May 1st. No Preorder.
Add to your Goodreads now: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/34605191-free-baller

Oh, and you're very welcome for getting that song stuck in your head (what's it called again? Hang on while I get my Google on . . . Free Fallin', Tom Petty, hahaha). Because I'm Free, I'm Free Balling!

Hot blurb for a smoking hot couple:
​Where the guys play hard, but the girls play dirty.
 
Brooklyn Holt, Carolina Crush’s top tight end, made a vow after his wife left him: never fall in love again. He doesn’t need a long-term lady. Hell no. He has the magic hands, the downfield rushes, the easy chicks by the dozens. And finally a team on a winning streak.
 
Being a free agent with the ladies is exactly what Brooks wants. Until Delaney Jones happens. The hot bitch with the serious attitude shows up with her own team in pretty much half the uniform he wears. Quarterback of the all-female Carolina Cougars, she’s sleek as a racehorse, mean on the field, and immune to all his moves. Every time she gives him no time just makes him hungrier for her. 
 
Delaney Jones takes her work and her personal life seriously, and she’ll never be mistaken for a cheerleader, in spite of her athletic body. She’s never rah-rah’d with her pom-poms for any man—hunky, hot as hell tight end or otherwise.
 
Brooklyn Holt has swagger. He has strut. But Delaney isn’t about to be the free baller’s willing slut. Until she scratches the surface and discovers his wounds run as deep as hers and his heart is warmer than she’d ever thought. It’s just too bad the past won’t die. When the danger she’s run from for years catches up to her, she’s determined to keep Brooks out of the crossfire. Even if it means Game Over.