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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=Goodreads=
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==In the Series==
Stone: At Your Service (Carolina Bad Boys #1)
Love: In The Fast Lane (Carolina Bad Boys #2)
Steele: Into Your Heart (Carolina Bad Boys #3)
Chrome: With a Heart Forged in Steele (Carolina Bad Boys #4)
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Steamy early reviews!


“Rie somehow manages to throw together a great story that includes bad boys, strong women, family, friends and enough suspense thrown in to keep me gripping my kindle long past my bedtime. And did I mention the sexy side? Well, let's just say that she most definitely writes erotic romance, the best kind, the stuff that will have you blushing and looking over your shoulder if you're reading in public.” ~5 Stars, iScream Books


“This story is full of hot sex scenes, heartbreak, suspense, passion, and love. [. . . ] I love this author’s style of writing, and her ability to captivate, and reel in the reader from the very beginning. Fantastic job Rie, I cannot wait to read more of this series.” ~5 Stars, Goodreads review


“Wow, I’m an emotional mess after reading this!!! When starting this book, you need to make sure you have plenty of tissue handy!!! My heart was being tugged in so many different directions while reading this book. But it was so well put together and so perfect!! I’d say this is my favorite book in the series… I can’t wait to read more!” ~5 Badass Stars, Bitches N’ Books
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“Rie has done it again. I have loved everything she has written but this is by far her best writing yet! This book will grab you from the start! You won't want to stop reading. I felt so many emotions with this story. I cried because my heart broke, I laughed because you have to laugh at some of the guys' antics, I fell in love with Max and Shy's relationship! This book was fantastic. It's full of suspense and heartache as well as full blown passion and love. The sex is so hot you will sweat!” ~5 Stars, FunUndertheCovers 

★☆★ Exclusive sexcerpt! RUSH, Carolina Bad Boys #5★☆★
A wicked smirk tugged at my mouth. “Learned something new about you, Shy.” My smirk grew into a full-on sex sneer. “You like dirty talk, baby. You like my filthy mouth? Want it all over you?”
Her nails drove into my shoulders and her hips undulated in ever-tightening circles. 
Oh yeah. Shy was gonna be fun. 
With a deeper grin, I slung off my T-shirt and muscled against her. “Like I said, we haven’t even started yet.”
She pushed me back, making moves of her own. 
Let’s just say I was not immune. 
Her hands explored, lightly dragging down my chest. Her gaze roved, up and down and with such a hot look my balls felt full and heavy. My cock never harder. She kept touching my tats, the bikes and skulls and the words Ride or Die and Once upon a wish that rained down my arms from my shoulders.
Moving around me, she drifted one hand from my pelvic cut along my hip to my lower back as she kissed between my shoulder blades, the center point of the MC backpiece. 
Chills erupted down the middle of my spine. 
Her teeth bit into the skin at the crux of my shoulder. 
My dick jerked, the awkward angle inside my jeans sheer fucking torture. 
Shy pulled the leather band from my hair and buried her face in the waves, her tits squashed against my back, and her hands bracketed around my waist. 
When I dropped my head, groaning, she slid around to my front, her eyes traversing the rugged terrain of muscles I’d built up through months of weight training. 
The work was worth it. 
A centerline of dark hair bisected my deeply cut abs, and she trailed a lone finger down that arrow. “You are handsome.”
When her hand landed on my aching cock, my groin rocked forward. Her palm moved up and down, and intense, insane pleasure shot through me to the core. 
I ripped her hand free, grunting obscenities. 
“Did I do something wrong?” She blinked at me like an innocent, but her moves weren’t those of a naïve woman. 
She was playing with me. 
I fucking liked it.“Wasn’t kidding about being ready to explode, but if you want to suck me off before I fuck you into oblivion I won’t complain. After I see every single naked inch of you.”
Our lips met, the taut wet heat teased from tongue to tongue, traded from mouth to mouth. A bite. A nibble. An open-mouthed lick. A murmur. A different angle. A deeper exploration that curled us so close together we’d be fused if not for the damn clothes in the way. 
My mouth still clinging to every soft circle and foray of her tongue, I lifted her again and placed her on the bed. My chest felt crushed by the sheer undiluted want for this woman. Dragging free while I could still think—sort of—I rested my palms on the bed on either side of her. 
Shy immediately attacked the buttons of my jeans. 
I snaked her hands down. “Stay.”
“Still not a dog, Handsome.”
I growled at her, snapping my teeth. “We’re gonna go slow. Then I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll ask me to drill you into the mattress again, as soon as you get your voice back from screaming my name.”
Her legs scissored together, and she twisted her torso. Horny. Greedy. Seeking. “When does the fucking part start?”
“Soon as I get you naked.”

Lemme hear you whoop-holler for Carolina Bad Boys #5!Are you ready to meet Max Handsome RUSH?
COMING OCTOBER 3, 2016
Special $1.99 preorder available exclusively on Amazon now!

SEXY BLURB ACTION:
Hot girls, hot cars, and time behind bars . . . I’m the most unsuitable dude for pretty girl-next-door Shiloh Lockhart.
 
MAX HANDSOME RUSH
I’m the black sheep of the Rush family, cut off from the bourbon distillery dynasty. Shrug. They didn’t approve of the high-octane rap sheet of arrests marring my pretty boy, prep school upbringing. Hot girls, hot cars, and time behind bars for illegal street racing—what can I say? Speed is in my blood.
 
Now I’ve cleaned up. I’m being good. I’ve got my own plans, and they for damn sure don’t include Shiloh Lockhart. Shy. The goddamn classic girl next door. She shows up out of the clear blue, turning all the MC dudes into drooling manwhores. But not me. I’ve got too much to lose to risk falling for a perfect girl like her.
 
When Shy’s overprotective folks tell her I’m bad news, they’re right. But come to find out she’s already endured more than her fair share of shit-gone-bad in her life, and she’s convinced I won’t make it any worse. Shy couldn’t be more wrong.
 
SHILOH LOCKHART
I haven’t seen Max since he got kicked out of the Rush family home years ago. Now I’m determined to get back in touch with the boy I used to crush on growing up. They call him Handsome at the motorcycle club he belongs to, and I can see why. The long dark brown hair. The smoldering whiskey-colored eyes. The sculpted face and big muscled body.
 
Too bad he’s intent on treating me like a kid sister. Hmm. We’ll see how long that lasts, because to squash this schoolgirl crush I need to be with Max just once . . . turns out one taste of Rush isn’t enough.
 
My situation is life threatening, but what he’s hiding is even more dangerous. Too late. Rush is already in my blood. 

Authors with Southern Charm Happened!
​WARNING: You're gonna see a lot of my face in this newsletter. You might wanna back off now, js. 

So Many Things! I met tons of folks here in Charleston, SC, my head is still spinning--in a good way (not like freaky chick in The Exorcist). What a freakin' fabulous time!

​There were pictures galore . . . 

I met women who'd read my books (so super cool!), and re-read them before meeting me (I bow down). I got hugs and had the chance to hang out with some seriously amazing Street Team women I've been dying to squeeze. 

I had an entire weekend with my PA, Joelle Mendes (oh my lord, I'm so used to being on Facebook I almost put an @ in front of her name. Yup.). Joelle is beyond freaking BOSS. She is truly one of the best.

Met new friends, amazing authors all over the place . . . and then there was that one drunk lady. Ummm. We won't go there, but it wasn't me. BTW, writer Ahren Sanders has to be the most kind hearted, fun loving, completely genuine person I've ever met. We didn't get a picture together. *sad face*

Shout outs to: Robin, Tara, Carol, Mist, Lachelle, Esther, Christine, SALEM BUG ARCHER (and her lovely mom who came to the signing. How sweet!). 

It's BANE time, y'all!What, what? I know, about damn time, right? Here's what happened . . . I went on an actual real life vacation and relaxed *gasp*. 

And now we're back and right on track. Ready to show our man Bane some loving? (Fair warning: you might have to go through Kiki to get to him, and she is not a chick to be messed with). 

ALL THE INTEL:
Bane, Bad Boys of X-Ops IV <--Elite Operatives romance
Coming July 27th!

Amazon ($0.99 preorder)
Goodreads

BLURB
High stakes.
Low margins.
And everyone wants the woman I’m teamed up with dead.

BANE
Swagger, strut, snarl. Three things I can do with both eyes closed. Oh, and shoot the shit out of tangos. I always do my job, whether it’s patching up a fellow operative or taking down a serious threat. Apparently this time my job is to babysit Baby Spy.

We’ve followed the Los Reyes de Guerra cartel to the drug-trafficking capital, Mexico City. Our orders? Get in with the guerrillas and ultimately take them down. There’s only one problem—I have another set of mission directives linked to Kiki AKA Baby Spy.

Should be easy enough. Except it seems I’ve developed an unhealthy attraction to Kiki, along with an inconvenient conscience. She’s a wild woman with an unforgiving attitude that definitely makes me bone hard for her.

Nothing is as it appears, least of all Kiki Damage.

KIKI
Yeah. They call me Baby Spy. I’m fully aware the entire T-Zone team blames me for narking out a previous mission gone wrong. So, I can’t understand why the powers that be assigned me to this op. Or maybe I can, which just makes my situation even more dire.

I know Bane wants me, but I’m beginning to think he has an ulterior motive for keeping me close. And it’s not just the panty-melting hot sex with the big, gruff, silent killer. There’s something incredibly vulnerable in the way Bane watches me, like he’s looking for one last saving grace.

None of that matters now. When the situation heats up, I find out Bane’s real mission. I may have fallen in love with him, but it’s already too late. This entire web of lies goes a lot higher than any of us ever imagined, and my neck is only the first one on the line.

Bane includes a special series epilogue from the badass women: Jade, Tilly, Blaize, and Kiki.

There's a STORM brewing . . . 

Hey, y'all! Well, it's gonna be a helluva sexy spring, I can tell you that much. I've just finished the rough draft for STORM, JUSTICE comes on Monday *squee*, and after I bathe myself in wine tonight (kidding. What waste of good wine. The wine is going in my mouth ;-)), I'm going to start working on the 4th and final BAD BOYS OF X-OPS book--BANE--for June release!

And then plans. Oh, the plans I have. (If you're trying to picture me right now, I'm gleefully rubbing my hands together--without spilling a drop of wine. So talented). ​

STORM COMING MAY 23rd!

Danger.
Lust. 
Desire . . . Trust? 
 
STORM 
I’m headed back to the Blood Legion MC in New Orleans, my old stomping grounds. Guns. Thugs. Broads. Cocaine nightmares. A Mexican cartel, cracker coke runners, and now there’s a new international threat in town.
 
Blaize Carmichael is my only partner in this op. Blaize. As a biker babe. Jeeesus. I’ve had a bone for her from day one when she walked into headquarters—haughty, superior, and always in charge.
 
There’s a goddamn good chance we’ll get made, played, and put in the grave as government-issue traitors. But I can’t help it—I love to get rough, raw, dirty, and dominant with her.
 
No more yes ma’am, no ma’am. Blaize is about to find out I don’t always takes orders as issued.
 
BLAIZE
I can’t stand the way Storm calls me woman or cher or sexy. As soon as we’re back in DC, I’m going to wipe that infuriating wicked smirk right off his dangerously handsome face.
 
I’m always prepared for every scenario. I’ve built my career on complete professionalism in and out of the field. But when Storm comes at me with wild animal lust—when he opens up to me--when he opens me up, I can’t say no.
 
I don’t want to.
 
We’re in danger every single day we stay in NOLA. There is no way we can make it out alive. Not together. Not this time. ​

Exclusive first excerpt from Storm, Bad Boys of X-Ops III (a little bit of yuckity-yuck-yuck from the dudes):
 
PEDESTRIAN WALKING ALONGSIDE the inner streets of London was safe from Bane when he was behind the wheel of the fast, fancy car. Fuck, I wasn’t even safe, and I was sitting inside the vehicle right beside him.
“They drive on the left side of the road here, pahdnah.” I gritted my teeth, holding onto the fucking dainty oh shit bar in the Jaguar XKR-S GT.
“I know. I’m trying to throw them off our scent. And don’t call me pahdnah, you Cajun half-breed hillbilly.”
“Don’t know where you come off callin’ me hillbilly. You’re just another piece-of-trash street thug.” I snarled.
Bane shifted down, taking the hairpin turn with a squeal of tires and a wide grin I wanted to punch right off his face.
I glanced back, checking out the rear window to make sure we weren’t being tailed too closely.
I encountered Walker’s face as he sat in the backseat. He looked ready to puke all over his new shoes. His normally, naturally copper-colored skin as pale as thin smoke, and sweat popped out on his forehead.
When I straightened around, I tried pumping my foot on the brake pedal that wasn’t there. “Fuck’s sake, Bane. Is this a one-way street?”
“Looks like it,” he muttered, staring at the oncoming traffic in the tiny brick-paved lane.
Honking the horn with the heel of his palm, he swerved up onto the sidewalk. He narrowly avoided clipping an innocent civilian before taking a swift right that put us back onto a double-lane street.
“Jesus Christ.” I swiped my forehead. “Someone sure named you right. You definitely gotta be the biggest motherfuckin’ bane of my existence.”
“Them’s some mighty refined words for a no-count country boy.” Twisting the wheel into a hard right, Bane looked briefly back to make sure no one followed us.
“I worked my way into this job just like you did, thuggy, I just didn’t commit crimes along the way."
Bane laid more rubber tread on the road, punching down and making the engine scream through crowded streets. He swerved in and out of standstill traffic, raced over a bridge, and brought us to a slamming halt that spun the Jag one hundred and eighty degrees in its tracks.
“Missed a turn,” he mumbled out of the corner of his mouth.
I reached for my holster. The holster that was missing. Walker bitched and moaned in the back, taking up where I’d left off.
We were all weaponless and not a single one of us was happy about being stripped of our sidearms, knives, or brass knuckles. Or, in Walker’s case, semtex and C-4.
Bane chewed his lower lip, his eyes darting between the windshield, rearview, and sideview mirrors.
With another gut-twisting turn like the aerobatic aeronautical tailslides I liked to maneuver in an airplane just for the sheer fucking fun of it, Bane’s eyes lit up.
“Jesus cunting Christ! Why don’t you just take the next corner on rails?” I braced myself against the dashboard to stop from sailing headfirst through the windshield.
Tailslides worked better when I was at the controls. In a plane. Without goddamn Bane. Jeeeesus.
“Good idea.”
And so he did.
Couillon.
Walker was heard gulping down his gorge, quietly trying not to retch all over the backseat.
“You still blame me for what went down?” Bane stomped on the gas, sending the transmission into sixth gear.
“Will to my dying day.”
“Let’s see if we can speed that up, then,” the bastard answered.
Bane blew through Piccadilly Circus like he was drag racing in a jacked-up ’71 Camaro.
We sped past red double-decker buses. Cruised by camera-toting tourists. We took the rounded three-lane juncture on skidding, probably balding tires.
Oh look! The famous neon billboards! 
Sirens sounded in our wake. Loud and unmistakable. Possibly unshakeable.
“Hey, guys?” Walker’s voice sounded quaky.
Bane glanced back, inadvertently misdirecting the Jag into two lanes of oncoming traffic.
“Remember what I told you about being air sick, Storm?”
“Yeah.” I prepared for a ditch and roll move before Bane crashed us in a head-on collision.
Bane swung us out of harm’s way, bumping into a narrow alley where tall stone buildings nearly kissed above us and blocked out the fall sunlight.
“Make that motion sick.” Walker was getting ready to upchuck.
Jerking the car left, Bane blasted onto a road, his hard face showing the joy of the hunt.
“Bullshit. You’ll be fine.” He laid on the horn, swearing out the window at too-slow pedestrians.
They hustled to the curb, and he gunned the engine, nearly stripping the crosswalk of its white paint.
“You ride a motorcycle.” I pointed out to Walker, trying to take his mind off his--uuuh—imminent demise. “And a horse.”
“And Jade!” Bane pounded the horn just to scare a few extra people while I chuckled.
Then I remembered I hated him.
Then Walker’s long arms reached out, and he punched us both on the back of the head with punishing blows.
“You fucking mention anything about Jade again, and I’ll pack so much C-4 up your asses you’ll shit from colostomy bags for the rest of your lives.”
The car lurched with Bane’s stuttered reaction to Walker’s threat, and I wasn’t ashamed to admit it, my asshole puckered. So did my face.

Shew. I had a lot to say.
Final hurrah: If you missed the collab FRANKIE THE TAILOR one-shot with one of my fab bloggers and f-hot fashionista, Mari, she has reissued it on her website. HOW NOT TO INTERVIEW A GAY MAFIOSO! Check it. You don't wanna miss it. And leave her, and Frankie, some lovin'. 

MORE CAROLINA BAD BOYS COMING! Handsome's story is next, followed by Tail. If there are more, I don't know until they tell me so. I have at least one more spin-off series to write, two completed WIPs I just need to carve out time to explore (mm hmm), and plot bunnies keep breeding. Many have asked about more from the Lowcountry Heat series after Sugar Daddy. Thanks so much for your emails. Again, Ransome and Palmer do have books coming, I just don't know when. I could use an extra brain and about forty more hours a week, but we'll get there, and it will be so much fun doing it. 

Thanks so much for you support, reviews, comments, and chilling with me! 2015 was my most successful year yet, and there is no way I could've done it without you.
Happy, sexy reading!
XOXO~
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Brand new hot-hot-hot release! Stone, Love, and Steele in one sexy new package! The box set includes loads of bonuses with scenes featuring Leelee, “Wildcat”, Brodie, the Hens, etc. 

Buy it now for $0.99. The price will be going up next week!



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