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The Russian Savage Is Coming!

6/15/2020

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Danger, dominance, forbidden desire . . . dark mafia romance at its finest.
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★✩ Cover Reveal & Preorder ✩★
The Russian Savage: Enemy of the Bratva (Krasnov Brothers book 2) comes on August 3rd!
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08B4TTMRJ


★✩ 


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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​The Russian Savage, Enemy of the Bratva (Krasnov Brothers 2)


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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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!
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So, you might be asking, 'Why the long wait between Russian Thug and Russian Savage?'. Well, let me tell you . . . everything is nuts! With everything in our world so unsettled this year, we are actually moving cross-country too. What? Yup. So we've been buying a house, fixing up ours, putting ours on the market and getting ready to head to Louisiana in July. Needless to say, my brain is a little bonkers right now ;-) 

Thanks for your patience!

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

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Need A Reality break? Cry Mercy, Blood Legion MC book 1 is Free!

3/24/2020

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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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°•★✰ Binge on this! BLOOD LEGION MC ✰★•°
Cry Mercy, book 1, is #FREE! Five days only. (Ends April 25th, so snatch this hottie up ASAP)
Complete series all on #kindleunlimited
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. 
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Coming April 6th
​The Russian Thug (Abducted by the Bratva), Krasnov Brothers book 1

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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!

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Get Revenge is Live and Blood Legion MC is Complete!

12/16/2019

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Blood Legion MC is now complete!
Grab your copy of Get Revenge today!

°•★✰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
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“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

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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. 
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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.

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

12/3/2019

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The New Orleans bikers are back for one final fight in Rie Warren’s Blood Legion MC series.
​And this time it’s Revenge’s turn.

Available for preorder now & Coming December 16th!
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°•★✰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.

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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.
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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.

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No Saint (Blood Legion Mc 3)! Get Ready For A Sexy Page-Turner . . .

9/16/2019

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​"No Saint is book three in the Blood Legion MC series and if you love a story filled with hot bikers and sassy, strong women then you need to read this book! "

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​NO SAINT IS LIVE!

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

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​No Saint (Blood Legion MC 3) Blurb:

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.

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NSFW EXCERPT

“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.

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Hey, awesome readers! I think that's all for now <wink>. I'll leave you be to get your hot little fingers one-clicking. Don't forget to leave a review please--reviews are pure gold for us smaller self-published writers. Stay tuned for info about Revenge's story, and tell your book-lovin' friends to check out my books! All on Kindle Unlimited. 
XOXO~
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No Saint, Blood Legion MC 3, Cover Reveal & Preorder!

8/9/2019

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Get ready for the ride of your life!

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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. 
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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. 
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No Saint, Blood Legion MC 3--Sept 16th
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Blood Legion MC continues . . . 

Gritty star-crossed lovers? You have no idea. Welcome to the Crescent City. Beignets, badasses, bikers, and a whole lot of bad juju.
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!
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"Save Grace is heartbreakinglyBeautiful" and LIVE NOW!

6/10/2019

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


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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.


Catch up with the Blood Legion MC saga, starting with Cry Mercy!

Gritty star-crossed lovers? You have no idea . . .
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
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Introducing Blood Legion MC!

4/19/2019

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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****
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CRY MERCY, Blood Legion MC #1 Coming May 20th!

Gritty star-crossed lovers? You have no idea . . . 
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.
Preorder Save Grace
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SAVE GRACE, Blood Legion MC #2 Coming June 10th!

Something wicked hot this way comes. 
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’s 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.
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All Rie Warren books!
These books can all be read as standalones, however, we first meet the NOLA Blood Legion MC crew in Storm, Bad Boys of X-Ops 3, and biker dude/former Marine Killian Slade in Bo, Bad Boys of Retribution MC 3.
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Why Him is live! "Achingly sweet story of second chances and true love"

8/20/2018

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​NSFW Excerpt . . .

I’D RUSHED OUT IN such a hurry after almost kissing Kane again that I’d gotten all the way home before I realized I’d forgotten my laser level at his house. It wasn’t one hundred percent necessary I retrieve it tonight, but my dad’s rules were nailed into my head, and number one above all was his creed to treat your tools like your job depended on it.
Kane’s cool as fuck Mercedes was in the driveway, and I thought about knocking, but he’d already scolded me a few times about that, so I slipped inside and headed toward the kitchen where I’d last seen the digital level.
“Fuck, Stevie.” Kane’s deep voice stopped me dead in my tracks.
I thought he’d heard me enter the house, and I was just about to jump around the corner of the living room to explain I’d forgotten my level when he growled out, “Suck my cock.”
Ohhhhh.
Oh my God.
Heat flushed my body in an instant. With a hand covering my mouth, I tiptoed through the entryway and peeked into the living room.
Oh my fucking God.
Kane sat in a large leather chair, head thrown back.
Tie askew.
Shirt unbuttoned.
Sculpted tanned chest covered in soft-looking sooty-colored hair that arrowed to a thin line along his abdominals before . . .
Pants open, and Oh. My. God. COCK.
Oh Jesus Christ.
Kane was hung.
He gripped a fat, furiously hard dick in one large hand, pulling up on the veined beast until his knuckles butted the head. A large head that was dark and swollen and slick.
Mouthwatering.
Not to mention the pure filth pouring from his mouth.
“Take it deeper, baby,” Kane ordered the me he clearly fantasized about, and I imagined crawling up to him, taking that incredibly hard cock all the way into my throat.
I bit down on my lip, straining to go to him, knowing I shouldn’t watch him.
Helpless to do anything but.
Arousal skittered to my pussy in a flash. Liquid seeped from my cunt. Swollen nipples puckered beneath my bra. I wanted to slip a hand between my thighs to relieve the tingling ache as goose bumps erupted across my flesh.
Wet sounds echoed from Kane’s long slow strokes. More precum poured out and his whole cock glistened with each snick snick snick.
Kane Bishop.
Suave. Distinguished. And absolutely dirty.
His grip tightened at the thick base, and his other hand trailed lightly up and over the long length, fingers swirling across the tip then cruising back down faster.
Until he drew his hands away to clench the arms of the chair, a grunt parting his lips.
“Don’t wanna come to soon.”
I couldn’t move. The slick lips of my pussy rubbed together. Wiggling a little, I tried not to make a sound even though a whimper crawled up my throat.
He was magnificent when he went back to pumping his cock in a two-fisted hold that started out loose at the root then closed over the swelling purplish head.
Large hands.
Probably hot hands.
Rough hands that had barely grazed my breasts earlier.
“Yes. Lick my balls.” He lifted the weighty-looking sac and ran a thumb down the center, separating each testicle.
I covered my mouth with a hand, almost crying out with lurid need.

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I don’t want to know his full name.
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He definitely isn’t supposed to show up one morning on my doorstep with an offer I can’t refuse.
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New Release! Carolina Bad Boys for Life is LIVE!

11/13/2017

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CBBs 4 Life
CBBs Series
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NSFW EXCERPT!
BEER. SWEAT. OIL. SEX.
All the finer things in life.
And the scent of Ashe—a little spicy, a little sweet—the finest thing in life.
Back at Myrtle Beach Bike Week, in the Suck Bang Blow Roadhouse. The place we’d started. And in no way whatsoever the ending.
With Boomer and Rayce on babysitting detail—Cara, now twelve, scoffed at the term baby—Ashe and I had complete freedom to ride when we wanted, party when we wanted . . . and more importantly fuck when we wanted.
As the music grew louder and the commotion more raucous in the saloon-type bar, I set our beers aside, pulling my gorgeous wife into the mad mix on the dance floor. I chose a rock ballad so I could hold my woman tight and close.
Too many roughnecks had been leering at her like she was free game, regardless of the fact I kept a very possessive arm around her at all times.
Not that I hadn’t gotten my fair share of obvious looks that were nothing short of invitations to hook up and get raunchy.
I wasn’t interested in gettin’ raunchy with anyone but my missus.
Securing Ashe against me, I moved with her to the song, cradling her pelvis with my groin, her tits against my chest.
My hands slid to her waist, the strip of bare skin beneath her T-shirt soft as silk and way more tantalizing. The damn T—bearing a Triumph logo—was an old one she’d slashed to bare even more tempting flashes of skin. And her nipples poked the thin material, bra clearly not in evidence.
“Fancy meeting you here, Detective.”
Her pretty eyes flickered up, sparkling with mischief. “Want me to pat you down?”
“Most definitely.” I hitched her closer by the seat of her ass, grinding my cock against her.
“I remember how much you liked it the first time.” Her hands roamed to my back and up to my shoulders, drawing her firm body even tighter to mine.
Her lips skimmed along my throat, and her tongue tickled my earlobe.
But my attention was caught by some asshole ogling her ass. I cursed in a harsh tone.
“What?” Ashe asked.
“I don’t like all these schmucks staring at you like they wanna take you for a ride. And not on their bikes.”
“I hadn’t noticed,” she murmured with a sultry smile that said she’d definitely noticed.
“Bullshit.”
“Mmmm.” Her lips curved even more.
“What?” I bit out the word between my teeth like I was gnawing on rawhide.
“I love your eyes.”
“Tryin’ to change the subject.” I dragged her infinitesimally closer. “And my eyes ain’t the only thing you love.”
Ashe kissed the other side of my throat all the way up to my jawline. “You’re not wrong.”
The dancing continued, grinding, rocking, touching . . . kissing. If we were horizontal we’d be fucking. In fact, if I had a wall to press her against we’d be fucking.
“Are you gonna give me some steel later?” Her hand reached between us, one lone fingertip traipsing lazily along the thick rod of my cock until she must’ve felt the Prince Albert piercing in the blunt engorged head of my dick.
“Give you some right now if you wanna head out to the parking lot.”
No joke there.
Ashe, with her rocking body—so fuckin’ fit. Blonde hair and all the earrings and the tiger lily tat I kept getting glimpses of through the tattered T-shirt. Skin glistening. Wearing ripped jeans plastered to her legs. One frayed tear so close to a plump ass cheek I kept tilting my head to get a better look.
Detective Ashe Kingston-Steele was definitely off duty for the weekend.
We danced through another few songs, sexual heat radiating between us. I ordered a couple more beers, hoping to cool down. But that was impossible. Nothing would cool the fire running through my body, the fire caused by Ashe. Always, always Ashe.
Later we watched some drunk tool on the mechanical Harley—just like a mechanical bull but for bikers—with Ashe plastered against my front, her ass nestling my dick.
“I’m up next.” She grinned over her shoulder at me.
“I swear to fuck, if any dickhole starts throwing dollar bills at you, I’m draggin’ you to our hotel room and fucking you through the wall.”
“I can’t wait.” She flicked a saucy smile my way as she sauntered toward the ring.
Growling, I tried to keep the jealousy to a dull roar when she lasted on the mechanical Harley past the sixty-second mark. She drew an ever-increasing crowd of shouting, salivating bozos. Her tits bounced all around, thighs flexing, hair lashing back and forth.
She finally got knocked off, and I was right there to help her out of the ring, holding her against my chest to the sound of roaring cheers. Making it clear she’s mine.
“Oh, stop looking like I just ran over Twatson with my motorcycle.” She linked her arms around my neck, mentioning the cat otherwise known as Watson. “Besides, who am I going home with?”
“Me.” I acceded, grudgingly.
“And who’ve I been going home to, and with, for years?”
“Me.” I brought her hand to my lips, kissing the engagement and wedding bands then the heart of her palm.
“Are you taking me back to the hotel now?” She hit me with flirty eyes.
“Most definitely.” I guided her through the tangle of people, the MCs out in full force from all over the country.
Even the parking lot heaved with folks continuing the party outside amid lines and lines chrome horses, hogs, and choppers.
“Race ya!” Ashe challenged, straddling her dope Triumph.
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