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The Russian Savage: Enemy of the Bratva (Krasnov Brothers book 2) is live!
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★✩ 

I am her enemy.
And I’m going to make her mine.
She might never forgive me, but I don’t care. 
★✩ 

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Five Star Reviews:
“The Russian Savage is all about the three D's. Dark, disturbing and dirty. [ . . . ] It's gritty with a great plot, well written and awesome chemistry. Mafia books are my most favorite genre of romance and this one hit the spot well.” ~ Five stars, Amazon reviewer


“Reading Lucia and Arkady story was vital to my health. This one is sexy, dark, dangerous and oh so thrilling.Rie just made my week with this book. [ . . . ] Enemies to lovers done on a darker level. I loved it!!!!” ~Five stars, Amazon reviewer
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“Rie Warren had me addicted to her brand of mafia romance after reading Book 1, so I was more than eager to dive back into the world of the Russian Bratva! This book is just as compelling as the first one, but is even darker and sexier.” ~Five stars, FunUnderTheCovers blog

I am her enemy.
And I’m going to make her mine.
She might never forgive me, but I don’t care. 
Saving the daughter of an enemy was not my intention but, now that I have her, I’m going to keep her. Nothing will stop me from using this mafia heiress as I see fit, not even her personal vendetta that pits her family against the Bratva. 
Kidnapping the beautiful Italian princess is in my best interests even if it’s not good for her. Because I have wicked secrets of my own, which I intend to play out on her luscious body. 
She will be my prized possession come hell, high water, or a vicious new war. 
The Russian Savageis Arkady’s story and is book two in the Krasnov Brothersseries. No cliffhangers. No cheating. Includes vivid, steamy scenes. Can be read as a standalone. 
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Arkady killed with the same hands that he used to kindle such uncontrollable lust from me.
If only my body understood what my brain knew indefinitely.
Inside, Arkady shed his jacket before he clasped a hand around my elbow. He guided me upstairs and into his bedroom. Spinning me in front of him, he began tugging down the hidden zipper at the back of my dress. 
“What do you think you’re doing?” Never before had a man handled me as if he owned the rights to my body. 
I clutched the dress to my front as he deftly lowered the zipper to the base of my spine. He trailed a lone fingertip down the center of my back, creating a pattern of chills across my skin. 
Suddenly my mind clouded, and I was spun right back into the arousal he’d so quickly ignited at the nightclub. 
Both his hands settled on my shoulders while mine fell away from the dress. 
“I must check the dressing on your thigh.” His deep silken voice made my breath leave in a whoosh. 
Easing the garment from my arms, he snagged the straps of my bra too. 
“You don’t need to take off my bra to do that.” The breathless quality of my reprimand made my words entirely unconvincing. 
“But I want to.” And, as the dress hung at my wrists, he nimbly flicked open the bra’s catch. 
My breasts bounced free then the dress swirled down to lay in a puddle around my feet. As if in the throes of a spell, I started to step from the pile of fabric as well as from my stilettoes but Arkady stopped me. 
As he faced me, his gaze washed over me with smoldering male hunger. “Leave the heels on. I like them.”
He took my hand, lacing his fingers slowly through mine. Heat coursed through me from a pulsing point in my pussy. 
He helped me step from the dress and sat me on the edge of the bed. “Stay.”
I didn’t move and I barely breathed.
He entered the bathroom, tugging off his shirt along the way. Bronzed muscles flexed as he walked, and I unconsciously arched toward him even though he wasn’t looking. 
I grew embarrassingly wet between my legs as he stalked back with swabs and bandages in his hand. His cock pushed out prominently at the front of his trousers. 
He got to his knees in front of me, and I watched the top of his head as he bent to set his first aid items on the floor. 
His calloused hands gripping my ankles, he pressed my legs open. 
I sat there, swimming in the darkest, most illicit lust, my feet arching within the classy stilettoes, my legs spread obscenely wide, wearing only a pair of diminutive satin panties.

If you haven't had a chance to read The Russian Thug yet, now's your chance! It's on Kindle Unlimited too. 
BookBub Editor’s Top Choice:
“Hungry for revenge against the O’Sullivan mafia, Russian mob enforcer Kirill kidnaps their only daughter, feisty Jo. He’s determined to teach her a lesson—but he never expects the overwhelming desire he feels to claim her . . . A red-hot dark romance.” 
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★✩ Cover Reveal & Preorder ✩★
The Russian Savage: Enemy of the Bratva (Krasnov Brothers book 2) comes on August 3rd!
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★✩ 


I am her enemy.
And I’m going to make her mine.
She might never forgive me, but I don’t care. 
★✩ 


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I am her enemy.
And I’m going to make her mine.
She might never forgive me, but I don’t care. 
​

Saving the daughter of an enemy was not my intention but, now that I have her, I intend to keep her. Nothing is going to stop me from using this mafia heiress as I see fit, not even her personal vendetta that pits her family against the Bratva. 
Kidnapping the beautiful Italian princess is in my best interests even if it’s not good for her. Because I have wicked secrets of my own, which I intend to play out on her luscious body. 
She will be my prized possession come hell, high water, or a vicious new war. 
The Russian Savage is Arkady’s story and is book two in the Krasnov Brothers series. No cliffhangers. No cheating. Includes vivid, steamy scenes. Can be read as a standalone. 
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Available for preorder now & Coming August 3rd!

If you haven't had a chance to read The Russian Thug yet, now's your chance! It's on Kindle Unlimited too. ​

A dark, dirty, deliciously dangerous Bratva book!
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★✩ 
I am her captor.
Her keeper. 
And I don’t have a single intention of protecting her.
★✩ 
FIVE STAR REVIEWS:
“Great story by Rie Warren about a hardened Bratva enforcer and the fiery Irish lass who he takes as his prisoner! [ . . . ] Fantastic storyline, believable characters, exciting action, and very smexy! Bratva/mafia readers will love this 5-Star read!” ~Amazon reviewer

“OMG Rie Warren brought it with this book. SOO GOOD with an extra helping of dark.” Cali Gals Book Blog

“I have been a fan of Rie Warren for a few years and when I heard she was writing a mafia series I couldn’t wait! She has definitely brought her ‘A’ game with The Russian Thug, the first book in the Krasnov Brothers series! This book is the perfect combination of good writing, interesting characters and a storyline that will keep you engaged from the first page to the last.” ~Amazon reviewer

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I am her captor.
Her keeper. 
And I don’t have a single intention of protecting her.

This mouthy tomboy is the only daughter of the O’Sullivan mafia, and they’ve been screwing us over for months. All of that changes today. I don’t like surprises but I do enjoy a challenge and, by the time I’m done with the Irish brat, the uneasy truce between our Bratva and their family will be no more than bloodstains on the streets of Boston.

I’m going to abduct her. I’m going to toy with her. I’ll control her and teach her family a lesson they’ll never forget. I can’t wait. 

The Russian Thug is book 1 in the Krasnov Brothers series. No cliffhangers. No cheating. Includes sizzling hot scenes. Can be read as a standalone!

KIRILL . . .
​

“How much did you have to drink tonight?”
Joanna tossed her hair over one shoulder, jutting out her chin. “I mostly had water, thank you very much. And Arkady made me eat something anyway.”
I didn’t like the way she said my brother’s name so easily, like they’d bonded while I was getting ambushed. 
“And maybe I had a few shots with Sasha,” she mumbled. “You haven’t told me why you dragged me down here.”
“I wanted a nice private place so I could take your family’s attack—not to mention the cost of repairs—out on your ass,” I mentioned oh-so-casually. 
She bristled all over, going up on her tiptoes. “Like hell you are.”
Her feistiness turned me on too—one twisted part of me even liked butting heads with her—but Yury expected me to take her in hand.
It was time to let Joanna know I was in charge of her, and there was nothing she could do about it. 
Faster than she could react, I kicked out a chair. I ripped my jacket from her shoulders, flung it to the table, and snatched her to me. 
Settling on the seat, I pulled her right over my lap, her shrieks ringing out uselessly.
I pinned her flailing form down with a hand between her shoulder blades and one thick thigh spread out to separate her legs. 
When I had the shrew locked in place, I flipped up her shirttail and nearly growled.
I ran one big palm up the back of her slim thigh, and her head shot up.
Her screeching ceased.
“So this is what you were wearing under my shirt.” Skimming my fingers to the crease where her thigh met the softly rounded contour of her ass, I listened to her sputter. 
I slid my palm teasingly between her legs, not quite high enough to reach her pussy, but enough to raise goosebumps on her flesh. 
“Absolutely nothing,” I murmured, staring down at her naked bottom.
“What was I gonna wear? You took my clothes!”
Even turned over my lap with her bare ass hanging in the wind, she talked back to me. 
“I think that warrants a spanking to begin with.” Hauling back, I smacked her with half the force I’d put into a real blow. 
The wobble of firm flesh. 
The sound of her incensed shouts. 
The mounds of her tits pressing into my thigh. 
The whole thing was addictive, and I continued my swats, peppering harsher spanks all over her ass and even along the upper crease of her thighs. 
“You already goddamn disobeyed me by getting out of your restraints earlier”--spank—“when I expressly forbade you from”--smack—“doing anything to defy me.”
I watched her pretty skin begin to glow with incandescent pink as I rained blow upon blow on her. 
“Ow!” Howling, she tried to kick out. “Dammit!”
A chuckle sounded from my throat, rife with dark humor at her helplessness. 
My fingers tapped her bottom a couple times, then I palmed one whole globe—the heat of her flesh searing into my hand. 
I spanked her again and again in between cupping and kneading the cheeks of her ass. 
Then she moaned. 
And it wasn’t a sound of pain. 
My hand halted, half-raised in the air. I brought it down again, and she twitched then arched as a mewl escaped her lips. 
Only then did I notice my cock had surged to full meaty thickness beneath her belly, hot and hard as a spike. 
I clenched the shirttails at the base of her spine, my breath labored. 
Jo got her legs under her and pressed her bottom up. 
Blyad.
My swats softened, and she kept pushing back for more. 
She panted. 
I caressed her warm, warm ass and, Jesus Christ, for a second it felt like she was rubbing herself on me.

But first, I know everything is up in the air and incredibly nerve-wracking right now with the Coronavirus. Please know my thoughts are with you and your families. ​

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Gritty star-crossed lovers? You have no idea. Welcome to the Crescent City. Beignets, badasses, bikers, and a whole lot of bad juju.
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Cry Mercy, Blood Legion MC 1
ANGEL
I thought I knew bad times. The worst times. My dad murdered, the MC that’s rightfully mine ripped apart by corrupt rule. I didn’t know anything about true horror until I met a Tennessean girl named Mercy. 
Angel and Mercy, frigging ironic, right? You don’t know the half of it. Blood Legion MC is my legacy, and revenge against me is Mercy’s. If you’re looking for gritty star-crossed lovers in the Crescent City, you’ve found it. Because there’s a damn good chance one of us won’t make it out of here alive. 
MERCY
I’m at the mercy of my menfolk. Mercy . . . ironic, isn’t it? Because my cousin and my uncle show no mercy to me, despite my name. I’m used against my will. I’m beaten and worse when I don’t behave. I have no freedom, only one friend, and no chance of escape even though New Orleans is so vibrant I feel like I could touch the colors. 
I fled the compound for just one night. I shouldn’t have. I met a biker called Angel--Angel. He’s blond as a seraph, but big and tall and full of sweet talk I’ve never heard before. Except he’s my family’s enemy. 
Angel can’t be my only hope because my kin have vowed to take out him and the rest of the Blood Legion MC in one big Tenn-tucky blaze of glory. 
​

BLOOD LEGION MC:
Cry Mercy
Save Grace
No Saint
Get Revenge

I am her captor.
Her keeper. 
And I don’t have a single intention of protecting her.
This mouthy tomboy is the only daughter of the O’Sullivan mafia, and they’ve been screwing us over for months. All of that changes today. I don’t like surprises but I do enjoy a challenge and, by the time I’m done with the Irish brat, the uneasy truce between our Bratva and their family will be no more than bloodstains on the streets of Boston.
I’m going to abduct her. I’m going to toy with her. I’ll control her and teach her family a lesson they’ll never forget. I can’t wait. 

The Russian Thug is book 1 in the Krasnov Brothers series. No cliffhangers. No cheating. Includes sizzling hot scenes. Can be read as a standalone!

°•★✰COVER REVEAL & PREORDER✰★•°
They were ruthless killers. Unrepentant kings of the Zolotov Bratva. 
Men who ruled by the blade and the bullet, not by kindness. 
They might dress in suits. But they were the sharks of the streets. 

I am her captor.
Her keeper. 
And I don’t have a single intention of protecting her.
This mouthy tomboy is the only daughter of the O’Sullivan mafia, and they’ve been screwing us over for months. All of that changes today. I don’t like surprises but I do enjoy a challenge and, by the time I’m done with the Irish brat, the uneasy truce between our Bratva and their family will be no more than bloodstains on the streets of Boston.
I’m going to abduct her. I’m going to toy with her. I’ll control her and teach her family a lesson they’ll never forget. I can’t wait. 
The Russian Thug is book 1 in the Krasnov Brothers series. No cliffhangers. No cheating. Includes sizzling hot scenes. Can be read as a standalone!

NSFW EXCERPT (just a little something to sink your teeth into)

Teeth gritted, lips pulled back, I bit out, “Why the hell didn’t you try to escape when you had the remotest chance? You’re clever enough. You could’ve figured something out, especially with the club in chaos.”
That time I waited for her answer, running the pads of my fingers all over her ripened ass. 
Her head turned my way, and she let out a stuttering breath. “Because I didn’t have any place I wanted to go, and I’m not sure it isn’t better with you than where I’ve come from.”
That little tidbit of truth caught me completely off guard. 
I groaned.
Swearing viciously, I hauled back for one last strike.
My hand landed right on the soaked lips of her cunt. 
Jo bit her lips, her eyes shutting.
My nostrils flared. She looked to be on the verge of coming.

Grab your copy for 99 cents (or FREE on Kindle Unlimited) this week only, y'all. ​

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Five original alpha bad boys in one hot and steamy volume! One-click for dirty-talking bikers, filthy-hot footballers, and delicious dark romance antiheroes. 
Dive into the first novel in each of Rie Warren’s complete bestselling Bad Boys series in one sizzling set! Includes full STONE, HUNTER, WALKER, MILLION BALLER BABY, and CRY MERCY books.

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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
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