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Storm cover reveal, Preorder, & exclusive excerpt!

4/23/2016

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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 PREORDER
RIE ON AMAZON
Rie on Goodreads
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. ​
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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.

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Chrome is live, and so is my new website!

11/3/2015

 
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Who's excited besides me? You've all been waiting oh so patiently for Boomer's book. The wait is over! $0.99 for a limited time only, and free on Kindle Unlimited. 
AMAZON
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Amazing early reviews!
“Chrome and Steele mixed with grease and a tomboy mechanic that rides a motorcycle…what about that scenario doesn’t get the blood pumping? Once again the amazingly talented Rie Warren creates a world of alpha male deliciousness, humor and sizzling heat with her latest in the Carolina Bad Boys series.” ~Twin Sisters Rockin’ Book Reviews
 
“The topics dealt with in the story are written with sensitivity, and they tugged on my heart. Flammable chemistry led to EXPLOSIVE sexy scenes that are hot flash worthy. Well placed humor had me rolling, and rounded out the story perfectly, especially Boomer's fur baby I LOVE Rie Warren's men, and CANNOT WAIT to read more of her HOT alpha men! HIGHLY RECOMMEND!” ~Jennifer, The Power of Three Readers
 
“Chrome has everything and more importantly it has so much more that you might expect from book 5 in a series were it can often become less addictive and more repetitive. NOT with Chrome though. Not a chance.” ~Amazon reviewer
 
“I've been following the Bad Boys of Retribution MC series and was looking forward to Boomer's story. Being a big fan of Rie Warren books, I will read anything she writes. I was very excited and surprised to discover that even though this book is from the Carolina Bad Boys series, the main character is the President of Retribution MC and he's a Steele brother.
Boomer is BIG and BOSSY with the filthiest mouth ever. And when I say that he is BIG, I'm not just referring to his over six foot frame and his bulging muscles, well I guess it is a muscle, right? (wink-wink). He's a sight to behold with his striking blue eyes, sinful smirk, and beautiful tattoos. All of the women are falling over themselves to get to him, and he's already had most of them. But he's never been interested in more than a night. Until her...” ~Rosa from iScream Books
 
“Holy hotness. I absolutely fell head over heart for Boomer. He is just delicious. Strong, sexy, and mixed with a bit of sweet. He is still reeling from the loss of his parents and what he believes is his part in their deaths. He also had quite the crush on Rayce who I loved as much.”
~She Hearts Books


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Live: Carolina Bad Boys Box Set!

9/15/2015

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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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And don’t forget to snag your preorder copy of Chrome, Boomer Steele’s book!
​Coming November 3, 2015. Now at the super sale price of $0.99!

Happy, sexy reading, y’all.
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Carolina Bad Boys Box Set & Boomer Book!

9/8/2015

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What what? You read that correctly. 

First let’s play “Who’s Your Favorite Carolina Bad Boy”? Kidding. Now you can have Josh STONE, Nicky LOVE, and
Brodie STEELE all in one sweet set. Lucky much? With exclusive bonus content including alternate POVs from: Leelee, the Hens, Jules Gem, Cat, and Brodie!

WHEN: September 15, 2015

WHERE: AMAZON $0.99 PREORDER NOW!

WHY: Because why not?

Now let’s take a moment to admire the new hotness:

And drool over this hotness:
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But wait. There’s more!
Oh hell yes. BOOMER PREORDER!! Sorry not sorry but that deserved shouty caps. The Carolina Bad Boys book everyone’s been waiting for. Chrome! And guess what? He’s available for preorder now–special $0.99 preorder price. 
More sexy. More drool. 
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Blurb

Boomer Steele is big. He’s bad. He’s the Retribution MC pres. He’s been dealt the worst hand imaginable and bears the scars inside and out. Not that anyone knows it. He’s watched his younger brother and sister hook up and hitch up with the loves of their lives, and now he’s the last Steele standing alone. Maybe he should keep it that way.

Then one feisty honey makes him feel, gets in his grill, pisses him off.

She goes by the name of Rayce. And that’s exactly what she does on her motocross bike when she’s not busy getting her hands dirty with her fellow grease monkeys as the only female mechanic at Stone’s Garage. She’s into fixing bikes, racing hers, and making Boomer’s life a living hell just for the fun of it. Oh, and she hates being treated like a girl.

Sparks flying? That’s an understatement where these two are concerned. Yet when Rayce needs a place to live, and Boomer offers her a room in his house, their unquenchable attraction wins out over antagonism. Sometimes. Rayce’s crappy upbringing makes her think love is for stupid fools asking for heartbreak. She’s not willing to go there for any man. Not even Boomer Steele.

The bigger they are, the harder they fall.

So there you have it. A fuckhot fall full of Carolina Bad Boys. It doesn’t get much better than that. 


​Happy, sexy reading, y’all!

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Coletrane  Has  Arrived!

8/28/2015

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The finale from the sizzling summer MC series! 
Where to get Coletrane? EXCLUSIVELY ON AMAZON! Free on KU.

Early  Reviews

“Sinfully delicious…
I’m basking in the glow of a satisfying read. I’d be having a cigarette…if I smoked. And for the record, Cole & Sin, they passed smokin’ and went to full-on inferno. I almost got scorched from touching my kindle, it was H-O-T!” ~Rosa, IScream Books


“This series is so different from the other MC series I have read, and that’s why I adore it so much! It has its own brand of recklessness but at the same time all of the men are wonderful. Every member has their own lives outside of the club and every man treats their woman with the utmost respect and has eyes for only them. I love, love, love the comradery that is shown with each and every member and I think it is so cool that these book are done solely in the guy’s perspective!” ~Marissa, Butter-o-fly-o-meter Books


“Coletrane is the conclusion of the Bad Boys of Retribution MC series by the incredible author, Rie Warren. In this extraordinary story you find out what happens when two opposites meet and find out that they cannot stay away from each other! Do opposites really attract?” ~Twin Sisters Rockin’ Book Reviews
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Buy Hunter
Get Kinky Kinkaid
Bo is available now
Coletrane!(All books $0.99 right now, and available on Kindle Unlimited)

The fall will begin with Boomer’s book–CHROME–in November under the Carolina Bad Boys series flagship as book 4! I’ll let you know as soon as I have a preorder set for him. 


The Carolina Bad Boys series:
STONERIDELOVESTEELEThanks so much for going on this hot, wild ride with me this summer. You rock!
Happy, sexy reading.
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Coletrane is coming! Q/A & ARC Giveaway!

8/10/2015

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 Oh yes he is. In many ways. Heh!

See below for answers to all your questions, an exclusive excerpt from Coletrane, and a chance to win an ARC of his book, but first . . .
Don’t forget to get your PREORDER NOW ON AMAZON for the final Bad Boys of Retribution MC book!


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BLURB:
Series finale from the summer MC hit!

From the world of Carolina Bad Boys and Retribution MC, this bad boy biker likes to be in control, and he’s ready to take what he wants.

 Coletrane:
Her name is Sinclair Chatham. Sin. That’s exactly what she is—walking, talking, in the flesh sin. She’s haughty, privileged, so goddamn starlet sexy, with an ass I want to grab and spank raw.

I want her to give herself over to me. I want her to lose that polished princess veneer. I want to strip away the money, the manicures, the maids, the immaculate façade.

I need her to be mine. But I’m a grunt. A biker. A tattoo artist. I’m blue collar all the way, and her family will probably shit bricks if they ever meet me.

Not to mention, I’m running from a bad past that’s about to catch up with me.

Sinclair:

I would never go for Cole in a million years. He’s gruff, rough around the edges—and covered in ink. He’s unapologetic, demanding, and sometimes scary as hell. He tells me what he wants, how he wants it, and why he’s going to ruin me for all other men.

Coletrane destroys my vanity, gets inside my head while he gets into my bed, and I can’t say no to him. He’s not what I expected—tender at times, taking no prisoners at others. He breaks me down, builds me up.
 
He is not my type.

 They say opposites attract, and they’re right. I just didn’t expect him to turn my cushy life upside down and inside out. But it’s too late, and someone’s going to get hurt.
 
Warning: Graphic sex, graphic action, graphic language. Triple X caution.

 All four Retribution MC books available now—series complete!
Buy Hunter
Get Kinky Kinkaid
Bo is available now
Coletrane preorder!
(All books $0.99 right now, and available on Kindle Unlimited)

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EXCLUSIVE COLETRANE EXCERPT (probably NSFW):



As Sin giggled I waved vaguely around the four-room place. “So this is it. It’s not luxurious but—”

“It’s so clean.” She left my side to walk around the living room, her fingers occasionally coasting along the coffee table and the sound system set-up.

“Right? And I don’t even have a maid.” Lounging against the doorway opposite her, I winked.

“Shut up.” She rolled her eyes.
In just five long steps, I caged her against the wall. “Oh, I don’t think you want me to do that.”

I twisted her head up and crashed my lips to hers. My tongue lunged
into her mouth, stroking hers. Brutal. Hard. Wet. I swallowed the whimper that escaped the back of her throat, and her hands flew to my ass to pull me all the way against her.

With a grunt, I tore my lips free, licking them to taste more of her.

A sneer of lust crossed my face and my voice came out in a low deep rumble. “The things I’m gonna say to you tonight will make you so hot you’ll be begging me to fuck you harder, faster.” I nipped and licked the neck she arched for my tongue and teeth.

“Cole!” she gasped.

“Make your body ache for my cock.” I pressed my hips against her just once so she’d know what she was getting.

Then I stepped back, watching her as she panted. Her hair disheveled. Her tits jutting. Her eyes heavy.

“But we gotta talk about how this is gonna go down first,” I said.

“We do?” She slowly regained her composure. “This about the control thing again?”

“Mm hmm.” I dropped onto the couch and patted the cushion beside me.

She approached slowly and perched next to me.

“I want to push you to the limit. Find out what your limits are.”

“Is this about the power struggle,” she asked. “Does that get you off?”

“Not as much as you completely giving yourself over to me would.”

She hissed a sharp breath, her back arching unintentionally.

Damn. She might not like giving away control, but her body sure seemed interested in the idea.

Her voice a little shaky, she asked, “So is this a BDSM thing?”

I laughed, a long low sound. “Why, precious? Are you into the scene?”

“Of course not,” she snapped.

“Nothing wrong with that, you know?”

She narrowed her eyes on me. “I didn’t mean to imply that there was. Just—”

“You’re a good girl?”

Biting her lip, she gave a hesitant nod. She had no idea how hot she made me, just that little shot of insecurity in an otherwise totally impressive babe.

I scooted closer, dragging my fingers up her bare arm to the soft skin of her shoulder. “Wanna be my good girl?”

Again with the hesitant nod.

Jesus.

I withdrew my hand before I could be tempted to run it all over her smokin’ body. “It’s not a BDSM thing with me. I don’t call it that. Don’t call it anything. It’s just how I like to fuck.”

She made a small noise, and her thighs parted just a little bit. She was so ripe for this, right for me.

My voice lowered. “I don’t want to be your Dom or your Master or your Daddy. It’s not about pain. It’s about letting go. Finding out what gives you pleasure, and sometimes that’s not always orthodox.”

Her breath stuttered in an out as she shifted her gaze to me, her eyes sweeping over my face, my shoulders, my chest. “Do you ever just have sex?”

“Vanilla sex?”

Sin nodded, her cheeks turning a delicious shade of pink.
“I like all kinds of sex. Kinky. Straightforward fucking. Fast. Hard.” I turned toward her and kissed her lips between each subsequent word. “Long.” Kiss. “Slow.” A lingering touch of my tongue on hers. “ . . . anal.”

Her body snapped against mine, and her lips opened, her tongue rolling into my mouth.

After the soul scorching kiss that set my balls on edge, I eased my lips to her ear. “But if I’m really into a woman—and I’m really into you”--goddamn understatement—“I need to know it’s okay if I fuck you the way I want to.”

I leaned back. “So what do you say, Sin. Are you in?”

“I’m in.”

All the things you’ve been asking me (P.S. Thanks for contacting me, and never hesitate to ask me a question):
  1. When are we getting Boomer’s book, Rie? <–Boomer who? Kidding. I will be writing Boomer next. Promise. I’m looking for a late fall 2015 release (November). You can already follow his book–CHROME–on Goodreads and add him to your book shelf. His novel is book 4 in the Carolina Bad Boys series.
  2. What about Walker from Hunter’s book? He was tasty. <–Yes. He was. So, I have some ideas in the works for him concerning a new spinoff series. I’ll keep you posted!
  3. Whaaat? This is the end of the Retribution MC series? Why? What about Tail and Handsome? <–I asked on FB and most folks wanted Handsome first. These books–which I am planning–will take part as full novels in the ongoing Carolina Bad Boys series. Hellz yeah!
  4. Killian Slade from Bo’s book was hawt. Will there be more of him? <–Another Force Recon dude? As with Walker, I am playing with ideas for yet a third spinoff series. You like that, don’t you? Mm hmm.
  5. Frankie!! We want more Frankie the Tailor! (I will tell you Frankie has a few big cameos in Coletrane. <–Here’s the deal: I love Frankie hard. Fuggin’ A. So, I’m due a leetle time off, and I am toying with the possibility of serializing a short story for him, for free. There’s the possibility (if I do it. I might just sleep for a month instead) it will only be on my newsletter for the time being, here RIE WARREN NEWSLETTER. So sign up now! I may also do a very short Josh Stone POV from a specific part of the Steele book (I don’t want to give away spoilers). Again, on the newsletter. Free. Because free is fun.
  6. Sugar Daddy, and the Lowcountry Heat series . . . what’s happening with that, Rie? <–Y’all. I wish I could write every book that is in my head or, hell, in my dropbox with pages and pages of notes. I’ve received many emails about Ransome Boone, Reardon’s bro. First, I hope you’ve all read the new edition of Sugar Daddy I re-released as Indie January 2014 as I re-edited it and included a new final chapter. I have plans to finish this series with both Ransome’s story, and Palmer’s. I do not know when that will happen. For the moment I will be concentrating on all the Bad Boys, but trust. I hear you!
  7. When are you writing more M/M? <–I do have a new contemporary series. The first book is written. I’m keeping it completely under wraps at the moment as I’m not sure where it will be going, or when. Will it happen? Oh yes indeed.
  8. Signed paperbacks and swag, WANT. <–I hope to update my website in the next two months. I would like to include a “shop” on the new site. It will include (maybe not at first, but soon-ish) the ability to buy signed books and sexy swag! For now, if you’re interested, here is my AUTHORGRAPH page. All my ebooks are here for free (free!) personal signage.
The Carolina Bad Boys series:
STONE
RIDE
LOVE
STEELE

Thank you for making this one explosive summer! Super huge love to you, and happy, sexy reading.

Oh, and question time: Who is your fave Bad Boy so far?


***ANSWER IN COMMENTS AND I WILL CHOOSE ONE WINNER (from Random.org Friday, August 14th) to receive an ARC of Coletrane!*** 


Please note: ARCs will only be sent to authorized Amazon @kindle email addresses. One comment per person counted.

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Bo: Bad Boys of Retribution MC #3 is LIVE!

7/14/2015

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Buy Bo  Now on Amazon!
The first reviews are in, and readers are lapping up Bo (ooooh)!
“
This is the third book in the “Bad Boys” series and, if anything, the temperature is getting even higher. Is foreplay a genre? Well, if it was, Rie Warren would be the queen!” ~Nerdy, Dirty, and Flirty Blog


“
Dear Lord how have I managed to miss this series up until now! Shame on me!!! I have just finished Bo and I am heading straight over to buy the others because if this was anything to go by I have been seriously missing out.” ~Books Laid Bare


“I think the thing that I loved most was Veronica’s character, I know the book is mainly about Bo, but it was so refreshing to have a strong leading female character. An independent woman who doesn’t take crap off anyone and can take care of herself. And these two together are explosive!” ~Amazon Reviewer

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From the world of Carolina Bad Boys . . . Bo Maverick is ex-Force Recon and a force to be reckoned with.


Bo:



I’m a lover, not a fighter. Yeah, right. Talk about bullshit. I’ve been fighting all my life, and I know zip about love. Frankly, I don’t want to. More than bullets whizzing past my head or the very real possibility of ending up dead, love scares the shit out of me. I’m used to guns and killing, blood and dust.


Lust.



That’s what I feel for this woman, my goddamn shrink, Veronica. Doctor Hartley digs inside my head. She asks me questions, which I never answer. I’d much rather take the smart, sexy Doc to bed, but I can’t because of our clinical relationship.


My last Force Recon mission destroyed any semblance of humanity I had left. Those little triggers go off all the time now. When I’m asleep. When I’m awake. When the memories are raw. I bolt up, at knife point again, but there’s no enemy now.


Just Veronica and me.


Veronica:



Veronica.
Doctor Hartley. I told Bo to call me Ronnie like everyone else, but he refuses. He shows up like he has a cattle prod shoved up his ass and sits through the allotted hour for his counseling session impervious to every approach. He’s powerful, forceful, explosive. He doesn’t scare me.


My marine doesn’t speak, but his sharp gaze pierces me all the same. He watches me with all the greed of a hunger never sated, a need never fulfilled. A desire never explored. He stows his secrets safely away, but I’m patient. I’ll get to him if he doesn’t get to me first.


And when I have him? I’ll want him forever. I know this. But I can’t. His past might be complicated, but mine is a minefield, one that will blow up in our faces before all is said and done.


Too bad. We could be so good together.


Warning: Graphic sex, graphic action, graphic language. Triple X caution.



Buy Bo Now on Amazon!

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NSFW Excerpt:

WET HEAT. SLOW SUCTION. Oh yeah. I slipped from sleep to awareness as V’s mouth engulfed me. My hips moved gently with her in and out motions, and my fingers twined through her hair. I didn’t look, completely going with the early morning blowjob she was giving me.

“Feels good, babe.” My hoarse voice cracked.


Nothing like the intense insanity of last night, her lips wrapped around me were sloppy, soft, and slowly brought me to imminent release.


My pelvis rolled with her mouth and before long my body wracked with a hot long-lasting orgasm as I finished in her mouth, straining to listen to her swallowing my seed.


I relaxed with a chuckle, never once opening my eyes. “Waking up to a blowjob is so much better than my usual nightmares.”


“I certainly hope so,” was Veronica’s tart reply.


I merely smiled, blindly hauling her up as I turned onto my side. I folded her against my front, holding all that sensual naked warmth pressed against me. “You got anyplace to be today?”


“Nope. Sunday. Day of rest.” She wriggled more closely against me.


I didn’t plan on giving her much rest. No shit? My dick recovered in record time. I kissed the nape of her neck and the silky skin of her shoulder. My hands roaming down her back and over the swell of her hip, I felt up her bottom with an appreciative grumble.


“Mmm. This is one hell of a plump ass, Doc.”


“Bo! That’s not exactly a compliment.” She swatted at my hands gripping her rear end, but I wouldn’t be waylaid.


“What are you talkin’ about, woman? I guaran-damn-tee the guys’ eyes dropped out of their heads at Retribution that first time you waltzed in with this rump.” I peeked at her through one eye. I jiggled both healthy cheeks in my hands. “An ass worthy of a good grope.”


“That feels more like a poke,” she muttered when my revived cock got inadvertently sandwiched in the hot vise of her round tush.

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Introducing . . . Coletrane!

7/12/2015

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The final book in the sizzling summer Bad Boys of Retribution series is now available for preorder on Amazon!

COMING: August 25th 2015


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Want to know more about Cole and his woman, Sinclair?

Series finale from the summer MC hit!


 From the world of Carolina Bad Boys and Retribution MC, this bad boy biker likes to be in control, and he’s ready to take what he wants.


 Coletrane:


Her name is Sinclair Chatham. Sin. That’s exactly what she is—walking, talking, in the flesh sin. She’s haughty, privileged, so goddamn starlet sexy, with an ass I want to grab and spank raw.


I want her to give herself over to me. I want her to lose that polished princess veneer. I want to strip away the money, the manicures, the maids, the immaculate façade.


I need her to be mine. But I’m a grunt. A biker. A tattoo artist. I’m blue collar all the way, and her family will probably shit bricks if they ever meet me.


Not to mention, I’m running from a bad past that’s about to catch up with me.


Sinclair:


I would never go for Cole in a million years. He’s gruff, rough around the edges—and covered in ink. He’s unapologetic, demanding, and sometimes scary as hell. He tells me what he wants, how he wants it, and why he’s going to ruin me for all other men.


Coletrane destroys my vanity, gets inside my head while he gets into my bed, and I can’t say no to him. He’s not what I expected—tender at times, taking no prisoners at others. He breaks me down, builds me up.


He is not my type.


They say opposites attract, and they’re right. I just didn’t expect him to turn my cushy life upside down and inside out. But it’s too late, and someone’s going to get hurt.


Warning: Graphic sex, graphic action, graphic language. Triple X caution.

99 CENTS PREORDER ON AMAZON NOW!

And don’t forget, Bo is coming this Tuesday! July 14th . . .

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Shoot. I think I better get back to writing. Happy, sexy reading!
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Kinkaid is LIVE!

6/23/2015

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Yessiree! Book #2 in the sizzling summer Bad Boys of Retribution MC only gets hotter. Get your copy for $0.99 on AMAZON now! And bring a fan, you’re gonna need it.

Early reviews:


“Ms. Warren proves yet again that she can write some seriously hot sex scenes. But what surprised me (and shouldn’t have) is that she can write just as hot striptease scenes. Good grief! It’s no wonder that Kinkaid was able to pay for his grandfather’s medical bills and care by working only three nights a week. I felt like I should have been stuffing bills into my Kindle.” ~Wicked Reads Review Team


“Holy hell . . . I don’t even know where to start. I feel like I’ve been through the wringer and somehow made it through the other side after a slathering of baby oil from a lap dance, crying my eyes out, and not throwing my Kindle.” ~GiveMeBooks


“I must say…#MaleStripper + #BadassBiker = Kinkaid…was a brilliant idea. Make sure you have plenty of tissues nearby before you start reading this book, you’re gonna need them, for more than one reason. You’ll thank me later (wink-wink).” ~iScream Books

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Smokin’ hot excerpt from Kinkaid:
“Wanna go a round with me?” With those six little words, Sadie stole the air from my lungs.

“What? Here?”


She pulled up her fists, rolling her eyes. “This kind of going a round, not the getting naked and fucking it out kind.”


“Oh.” Didn’t I feel stupid? And frustrated as hell. “Are you serious? I told you the first day we met I don’t hit girls. After you hit me.”


A faint smile curved her kissable lips. “I know. That’s what makes you so much fun.”


She unclasped the hooks of her overalls at her shoulders.


“Now what the hell are you doing?” I sprang toward her, stilling her hands. My cock sprang to attention, too.


Big surprise.



“Well I can’t fight ya in these. They’re too baggy.” Wresting free of my hold, she dropped the paint-stained denim to her feet. “I’m wearing boxers, see?”


“Of course you are.” They were light blue and almost modest. But she was wearing nothing else but a black ribbed tank top—nipples firmly pressed against the thin cloth—and no lines of a bra.


Her tits swung, soft and inviting, as she held out her arms. “What? Boxers are good enough for you, aren’t they?”


“Don’t wear boxers.” I defensively cupped my crotch.


Sadie touched my wrist, underneath which my dick already pulsed, pounded, needed her. “Oh. You’re a briefs man then.”


With a strangled cough-choke, I said nothing, looking anywhere but at her.


“Ohhh.” Her eyes wide and comprehending, she licked the bow of her upper lip. “So, you wanna strip off too?” She leered at me.


“In general, I go commando.” Hairs on my wrists bristled where she touched me. My face flushed. “I wear a jockstrap under my shorts when I workout.”


“Even better. Shuck off the shorts,” Sadie ordered.


Oh dear Lord, she was definitely flirting with me. It was better than fighting, but I wasn’t sure how long my willpower would last especially with her standing there, just two small articles of clothing away from being naked. It was crazy, but her in the tank top and boxer shorts was a damn sight sexier than any of the primped and preened girls I’d ever been with.


For the first time I truly noticed how long her legs were. How high and round her breasts were. The way tiny fine hairs glinted on the nape of her neck, showing on that delicate expanse of skin with her hair swinging in the usual ponytail.


There was a hot snap to the cool air in the shed as if a current of electricity raced between us.


“Not taking my shorts off,” I gritted out.


“Scaredy cat.” She snapped the waistband of my shorts, her blunt fingernails scratching lightly against my lower pelvis, dangerously close to the thump-throb of my erection.


In a flash, I had Sadie on the floor. She kicked at me with her heels. She flew at me with her fists. Her legs wound around me, and she managed to flip me to my back. Her hair started falling free of the ponytail, and sandy gold strands wisped around her face. Hopping to her feet, she crouched above me.


“Gotcha!” she shouted triumphantly.


With a lightning fast strike, I gripped her around the waist and pulled her back over me. She squealed and squirmed, but I tightened my bear-hug hold. All her wriggling had a massive effect on my cock, making it rise even harder inside the confines of my jockstrap.


Sadie felt it at once. Her movements changed from frantically trying to get away to slowing down and writhing on top of me.


My head beat back to the floor with a thunk as I swallowed a groan inside. Gathering those last shreds of willpower, I flipped her off me. Then I straddled her. During our tussle, her top had rucked up, and my hands rested on the taut skin of her belly.


“What do we have here?” I changed the scorching sexual mood in a flash, tickling her bare skin.


She giggled and tried to bat my hands away, but I was relentless. I tickled her until her cheeks were bright with a pink flush, her blue eyes dancing, and she huffed between laughter and shouts.


I stopped abruptly, staring as she panted beneath me. She was perfect. I’d seen her face a thousand times, but I’d never really seen her as a woman, a beautiful, funny, foul-mouthed, vibrant woman.


I gathered a handful of her hair in my fingers, stroking the strands of honey and gold.


She bucked up beneath me, her hips arched to my groin. Her lips fell open and her gaze wandered down my chest to my shorts. My cock beat against the fabric, full and stiff.


“I think the real question is what do we have here?” she asked in a sultry purr. Her hand grazed me softly once before returning with more accuracy. She rubbed my length. “Oh, Kinkaid. Feels so hot, so heavy.”


I jerked against her, my fingers clamping down on her hair. A bead of sweat drizzled down the side of my face and onto my chest. Every single nerve ending in my body pinpointed on my dick, which pulsed as blood engorged it even more.


“Jesus.” I moved my pelvis, searching for more direct contact with her hand.


“Good Lord. You’re as big as that plank of wood and just as hard.” She dragged her fingers up and down my rigid cock.


We stared at each other, only inches apart. The moment should’ve been awkward, but it wasn’t. It was quickly becoming overheated. Or that was me, overheating. The seconds stretched out, and I blinked slowly, wondering if the connection would break.


It didn’t.

Get your copy for $0.99 on AMAZON now! 

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 Happy sexy reading, all!

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Retribution MC: All the news & a preorder!

6/11/2015

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Hunter, Bad Boys of Retribution MC #1, is rocking my world! Don’t forget to buy your copy of this alpha male anti-hero while he’s $0.99 on Amazon.
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The new MC Bad Boys News (keep reading to preorder Bo!):
Kinkaid, book #2, will go LIVE June 23, 2015! That’s right. Less than two weeks. There is no preorder, so watch this space. Better yet, you can “follow” my author page on Amazon and they’ll send you an email when I put out a new release. Cool, right? You can also add him to your Goodreads.

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There’s more! Bo, book #3, is now available for $0.99 PREORDER! He’s comin’ at ya July 14, 2015. Yeah, boy!
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From the world of Carolina Bad Boys . . . Bo Maverick is ex-Force Recon and a force to be reckoned with.

Bo:


I’m a lover, not a fighter. Yeah, right. Talk about bullshit. I’ve been fighting all my life, and I know zip about love. Frankly, I don’t want to. More than bullets whizzing past my head or the very real possibility of ending up dead, love scares the shit out of me. I’m used to guns and killing, blood and dust.


Lust.



That’s what I feel for this woman, my goddamn shrink, Veronica. Doctor Hartley digs inside my head. She asks me questions, which I never answer. I’d much rather take the smart, sexy Doc to bed, but I can’t because of our clinical relationship.


My last Force Recon mission destroyed any semblance of humanity I had left. Those little triggers go off all the time now. When I’m asleep. When I’m awake. When the memories are raw. I bolt up, at knife point again, but there’s no enemy now.


Just Veronica and me.


Veronica:


Veronica.
Doctor Hartley. I told Bo to call me Ronnie like everyone else, but he refuses. He shows up like he has a cattle prod shoved up his ass and sits through the allotted hour for his counseling session impervious to every approach. He’s powerful, forceful, explosive. He doesn’t scare me.


My marine doesn’t speak, but his sharp gaze pierces me all the same. He watches me with all the greed of a hunger never sated, a need never fulfilled. A desire never explored. He stows his secrets safely away, but I’m patient. I’ll get to him if he doesn’t get to me first.


And when I have him? I’ll want him forever. I know this. But I can’t. His past might be complicated, but mine is a minefield, one that will blow up in our faces before all is said and done.


Too bad. We could be so good together.


Warning: Graphic sex, graphic action, graphic language. Triple X caution.



I hope your summer is heating up nicely! 


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