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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. 
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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!
Blood Legion MC:
Cry Mercy
Save Grace
No Saint
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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.
​

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
Get Revenge

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

5/20/2019

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★★NEW RELEASE—Available on Kindle Unlimited★★

CRY MERCY, BLOOD LEGION MC 1, 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
"Tough, gritty, powerful, phenomenal MC romance! Holy hell, Cry Mercy is phenomenal! Yep, I said it, I mean it—phenomenal.” 5 Stars, Missy @Bookgasms
"Engrossing, heartbreaking, hardcore, and totally enjoyable . . ." 5 Stars, Cajun Heat Book Blog
“This is THE must read for the year. This book pulls you in and you’ll never want out.” 5 Stars, Julie, Spunky and Sassy
“WOW! WOW!! WOW!!! I am speechless! Angel and Mercy's story is dark and dangerous yet so sexy and sweet!” 5 Stars, FunUndertheCovers
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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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NSFW Excerpt . . . 
Mercy twisted her hands in front of her. “Are you sure you want me to stay again?”
I wasn’t even sure I could get my voice to work around her.
“’Course. You’re not going anywhere.” I sort of sidled around her, keeping my distance as I beat feet to the vacated bathroom.
That time I did knock my head against the door.
Then I glared down at my hard cock defying the confines of my jeans.
Nervy as fuck, I shuffled to the sink and braced my hands on the counter.
Be a nice guy,
Don’t scare her off.
Stop springing wood like a creep every time you see her.
I splashed cold water on my face. Stripped off my clothes down to my boxer briefs. Brushed my teeth for a lot longer than usual.
Fuck me, I even sniffed my pits.
This is ridiculous.
In the bedroom, I made a beeline for the bourbon, pouring two healthy doses and passing a glass to Mercy.
And I tried not to look at her as I downed the alcohol.
She tossed back her drink too and, setting her glass beside mine, she brushed close enough I had to suck in a breath as heat jolted all the way to my groin.
“Am I making you nervous, Angel?” She hit me with those shimmering nutmeg eyes, long lashes casting shadows on her cheeks.
“No.” Yes.
“Good.” Some kind of seductress’s smile coasted across the puffiness of her pink lips. “Then can I touch you? Or will you think I’m throwing myself at you?”
“You can touch me however you want, cher, but—”
“But I don’t have to.” A lone fingertip danced down the center of my chest to the waist of my briefs. “Trust me, I want to.”
Fuuuuck. So much for me not putting the moves on her.
I gripped her wrist in a light hold. “Whatever this is though, I think we should take it slow.”
Slow?
Bullshit.
I was already foolishly completely gone over my gamine.
“Oui.” After pulling her hand free, she snuck up to kiss the side of my neck. “I’ll go slow.” She slid her lips to my jaw where she panted hot breaths. “Really, really slow.”
A groan tumbled from my chest, and I was fucking putty.
Except putty was soft, and I was suddenly achingly hard all over.
Jaw clenched, I followed her lead. She tugged me to the bed, and I couldn’t help but stare at the firm globes of her ass silhouetted in the panties I’d bought her.
Both of us still standing, Mercy reached up to draw my mouth to hers.
The sweetness of her lips gave way to the swift wet lunge of her tongue.
Clasping her lightly to me, I kissed her until our harsh breathing melded together and I’d explored every silken recess of her mouth.
Lips moist, she kissed to my chin then down my throat and over to one shoulder. Her hand roamed to my back, and she rested her palm on my ass, which made my pelvis kick forward.
She laughed sultrily. “I like making you hard.”
“Doesn’t take much around you, beb.”
“I can feel that.” Her lips plucked and caressed all over my chest.
I craned my neck back, grunting, when she flicked at the flat discs of my nipples with firm wet lashes.
She sailed kisses onto my abs, her tongue swirling into the hair that thinned from my belly button to the top of my briefs.
Then she was on her knees in front of me.
I tensed across every single muscle in my body. I stayed as goddamn still as possible.
Don’t scare her off.
Don’t ask her to do anything.
Try not to come the second she makes contact with my dick.
Mon Dieu. Then she rubbed her cheek all over the straining rod of my erection. She laughed when my cock twitched. She puffed hot breaths into the thin material.
She nudged her nose against my nutsack.
My fists balled at my sides.
With slow care, Mercy lifted out the band of my briefs. She eased the material down, freeing the caged monster that snapped upright against my abdomen. She swept the briefs down my legs, off my feet.
And I dribbled precum onto her face.
She caught the droplets, eyes shining when she pushed several wet fingers between her lips with a hot murmur that about made me nut.
Peering at me, Mercy spun her palm over the slick knob of my cock. “You keep gettin’ bigger and harder. Is that because of me?”
I swept loose strands of hair back from her face, and my hand trembled. “No one else.”
“Ah want to suck you.”
My throat clicked as I tried to swallow.
She didn’t even have to touch me. She could just talk to me in her sexy accent.
I nodded.
“Ah think you should lay back for this.” Prodding me to the bed, she crawled between my thighs as I stretched out on my back.
I stuffed a wad of pillows beneath my neck, unwilling to miss a second of the prettiest woman going down on me.
Yeah, I was a real gentleman all right.
Her hands wandered up my thighs, and the hair-roughened texture didn’t put her off. She bent down, tendrils of her hair ghosting across my skin like the hot licks of her kittenish tongue when she lazily meandered from mid thigh to the crease of my groin.
Mercy detoured down the leg, kissing, licking, fingers tickling.
I fucking wanted to devour her.
She cruised back up, her bottom raised and wagging behind her. Instead of taking my drooling dick into her mouth, she snaked her tongue into the cum gutters arrowing from my hips to my cock.
I twitched, shivering.
She flicked, murmuring.
“Should I go slower, Angel?” She exhaled a long breath up the entire underside of my meat.

Save Grace, Blood Legion MC 2! Coming June 10th and available for preorder now . . .
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 has built an even bigger barricade around herself than I have, and I realize I’ll never be free of her.
GRACE
I don’t want to be found. Not by anyone. Not anymore. Not after what’s been done to me against my will. As if enslavement at the White Lair wasn’t enough.
It seems I don’t have a choice. I have a new client. He’s dark-browed, big all over, and broody beyond belief. This Killian Slade doesn’t force me. He doesn’t ask me to strip. He pays extra each time and he doesn’t even touch me. When he finds out the truth, he’ll hate me as much as I hate myself. Yet I can’t stop the hot hammering of my pulse where I’d only ever been hurt and used before—there’s a yearning to be with this singular man.
I want to wake up from this nightmare, but the nightmare is just beginning.
BLOOD LEGION MC:
Cry Mercy
Save Grace
No Saint
Get Revenge

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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.
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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.
Preorder Cry Mercy!
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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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New Release! Carolina Bad Boys for Life is LIVE!

11/13/2017

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Sometimes a Bad Boy can be good for a girl.
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CBBs 4 Life
CBBs Series
RIE WARREN AMAZON

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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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Time to get some TAIL! #NewRelease #KindleUnlimited #BikerRomance

11/6/2017

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Title: Tail
Series: Carolina Bad Boys #6
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Amazing reviews:
“OMG this book was the whole package. It was an amazing addition to a wonderful series that I binge read in a week. Ms Warren stays true to her writing style and offers up a steamy, fan yourself read.” ~5 Stars, Cali Gals
“Tail and Maddy were another couple that had off the charts chemistry that kept me warm today, as they lit up the sheets with sexy time. Not to mention all of my favorites showcased as colorful cast of secondaries. A few f-bomb worthy twists rounded this fast paced story out perfectly, and I couldn't get enough. Cannot wait to see what Ms. Warren comes out with next, and HIGHLY HIGHLY HIGHLY RECOMMEND TO ALL!” ~5 Stars, The Power of Three Readers
“Beautifully written as always! Full of passion, devotion, love, comedy, emotion! Tail will make you swoon and your panties may combust! 6 stars!” ~Fun Under the Covers


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Stone (Carolina Bad Boys #1)
Love (Carolina Bad Boys #2)
Steele (Carolina Bad Boys #3)
Chrome (Carolina Bad Boys #4)
Rush (Carolina Bad Boys #5)
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TAIL ON AMAZON
CAROLINA BAD BOYS SERIES
RIE WARREN AMAZON
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NSFW EXCERPT

Midday, I rolled up to Retribrewtion on my Harley.
Handsome was nowhere to be seen. Possibly a good thing since he’d apparently ratted me out to the veep of the MC.
Dickwad.
No one questioned my presence when I walked inside the brewery. Also a good thing. Weaving through the bottom floor, I glared at anyone who gave me a second look. I took the steps, knocked on Maddy’s door, entered before she answered.
She sat at her desk wearing . . . glasses.
“Glasses?”
“Hello to you too.”
“Glasses?”
“I was running late this morning. Didn’t have time for contacts.” She bent over her paperwork, aaaand her blouse was revealing enough I could see the creamy dip of her cleavage.
“I like the glasses.”
Fuck, do I ever.
“I’m working.” A smile curved the corner of her lips. But she didn’t look up.
The glasses were small and square and fancy.
Immediate hard-on.
“I see that.”
Hot.
Single-minded and sexy as fuck.
Loved it.
“What’s this? No babies today?” She flipped a folder over and typed some shit into her computer.
“No babies.” I closed the door. Locked it. “Just me. I missed you yesterday.”
Color flooded her face, a face she kept bent down. “How much?”
“Tons.” Christ. I loved doing this with Maddy. The cat and mouse when I’d already caught her. “Got a surprise for you. To say thanks for helping with Ma.”
Her eyes darted up from some paperwork she’d just signed and fastened on my groin. “Is it a big package?”
“What?” . . . Oh . . . She wanted to fuck . . .
I could work with that.
I took off my jacket, shrugged off my shirt. Tested the doorknob to make sure no one would disturb us.
Then I stalked.
Maddy, my prey. My love. My lover. In heels, a blouse, a skirt. And those damn sexy glasses.
“I have a strict policy about not fucking in the workplace.” She backed away, her slanted smile and tilted hips nothing but pure invitation.
“Do you now?” I released the zipper on my black leathers. “You want a big package?” I shucked the leathers to midthigh, then pounced at Maddy, not that she was running away.
My lips swooping to hers for a deep wet kiss, I scooped her onto the desk.
Cock freed, I stroked the thick hard length just once. Once was enough.
Maddy nodded, unbuttoning her blouse.
I flicked the front clasp of her bra, her tits—firm, high, and supple—tumbling out. She started taking off the glasses.
“Uh uhn. Leave those on.” Pulling a pert nipple into my mouth, I ran my thumb repeatedly across the other peaked bud.
Maddy grasped the back of my head, twisting her fingers in my hair. I drew back only to lick across the mound of her breasts and onto the other nipple. Hitching her skirt up and up, I ruched it to her waist.
I cupped her pussy with my whole palm, feeling heated warmth seeping from inside.
She moaned and arched into me, guiding my mouth to hers. “Hurry. I’m ready.”
“Yeah? Hot to fuck me, sweetness?” I delved deeper into her mouth again, sliding my dick along the slickness of her panties.

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Are You Ready For a Rush?

10/3/2016

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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 
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★☆★ 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.”
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There's a Storm Coming!

5/23/2016

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What happens when you mix the boss lady with an alpha badass, and an outlaw MC with X-Ops?​
STORM

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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. 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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NSFW Excerpt!
​“T-Zone took you in when the CIA wrote you off,” Blaize scathed.
“And y’all think you were the ones doing me the favor? Baby, you’d need an extra hand to count the number of successful missions I’ve carried out for T-Z, and you goddamn know it.” I pushed her back with my huge muscled body pressing against her.
I watched her swallow, but some seriously angry heat came off her.
It only made her sexier to me.
“You got no excuses for that off-op shit you pulled tonight, and you know it. And you do not want to play this game with me tonight.” I began undressing.
Shirt tossed. Boots thrown. Belt whipped out. Pants tugged down.
Crossing my arms over my chest, I stood in front of her—a foreboding, tall, dark shadow of fully fit and ready-to-fuck man. “Lose the clothes, Blaize, before I slice and dice them with my knife.”
She sucked in a breath.
“You and I both know it’s been building to this.” With my hand curled beneath her chin, I lifted her mouth until it brushed against mine. “If you don’t want to get fucked and fucked hard by me right now you better leave this room and run tail back to DC.”
“I don’t back down from a challenge.”
I laughed. “This ain’t a challenge. It’s sex. You and me. Clothes. Off. Now.”
She undressed while I stood right up against her. Her breath hit me, her soft panting gusts of air. My eyes dipped lower when she skimmed the shirt from her shoulders. Her bra—lacy and creamy white—almost overflowed with her tits. I didn’t help her unclasp it but watched with hungry intensity when she hit the hook and it popped free.
The straps dripped off her arms, and her puffy pink nipples rasped against the hair on my chest.
I chugged in a lungful of air, balling my hands at my sides. My cock, thick and hard, wet the bare skin of her belly with a skein of pre-come.
“The jeans now.” My voice was low, thunderous, chest-deep.
She wiggled free, her breasts connecting with my abdomen, which clamped like I’d been hit by a hammer blow. Those soft swinging tits colliding against me made my head ratchet back. But I kept focus. Kept my gaze on her when she stood up.
No Fucking Panties.
Nude. Blaize. She was all golden skin and incredible eyes and glowing hair.
And heat poured off her, firing through my veins.
I stepped away, rubbing a hand across the thick black stubble on my chin. Taking her in. Filling my sights. Memorizing her.
And that little pink pout of her pussy lips—shiny and slick already—below the narrow tangle of bronze-red curls.
“Fuck, Blaize.”
She held her shoulders back, placed her hands on her hips, and asked, “Do I pass muster, sir?”
“Get on the bed. All fours.” A muscle at the back of my jaw ticked.
Her nipples hardened with my harsh words, and I watched a trail of wetness weep between her legs.
Fuuuuck me.
I didn’t touch her. Not yet. But it was damn hard not to.
I watched as her ass swayed, her hips switched back and forth, and she got into position in the middles of the bed.
I was hugely hung, hugely hard, and really fucking angry. Blaize knew it, and she was ready for me.
This mating dance was nearly over.
But I didn’t let myself get close to her yet.
Couldn’t.
She needed to understand the new rules first.
I almost trembled in my skin, walking around the bed, viewing her lush bod from every angle.
My voice thickened from my throat and came out hoarse and husky as hell. “Fair warning. You’ll be screaming tonight. Not because I took a strap to your ass like everyone downstairs expects. But because I’m about to fuck you so good. And when you have a hard time walking and sitting down tomorrow? Won’t be because I punished you. But because I screwed you all night long, cher.” I prowled onto the bed behind her. “Understand?”
In answer, Blaize drew herself up and cupped her tits. I straddled right behind her. For a moment. Running my hands over her body. Touching between her legs and pulling her back to me when her pelvis kicked forward. Sliding my palms up over the indent of her waist and holding her hands down to her sides. Lifting her breasts, massaging them, palming both mounds and thumbing across her nipples.
With my hand at the back of her neck, I slowly laid her down. Laid her out. 

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