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𝑩𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒐𝒏(𝑶'𝑺𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒏 𝑩𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 #4)
❤︎🔪𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐈𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞🔪❤︎
FIVE STEAMY STARS FOR BRONSON!
“Seriously, this whole series is amazing and I have to stop reading them so quickly. Gawd Bronson and Jesse are fire. Just read this whole series.” ~5 Stars, Goodreads Reviewer
“Every M/M book I read previous to Bronson lacked emotional depth, a connection between characters, and chemistry. In essence, they had nothing that makes a ROMANCE novel! However, Rie nailed it. [ . . . } In a nutshell, Bronson was fun, emotional, amusing, and sexy.” ~5 Stars, Goodreads Reviewer
BLURB
𝐖ɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ʟɪᴋᴇ 𝐁ʀᴏɴ𝐬ᴏɴ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴏᴘᴛɪᴏɴ𝐬: ᴇɴᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴏʀ ᴅᴇ𝐬ᴘᴇʀᴀᴛᴇʟʏ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ.
𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍
The dumbest thing I’ve ever done—and I’ve done a lot of stupid crap—is to go check out this boy whose only mission is to save unwanted and wounded animals.
𝐼’𝑚 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑙.
A killer for the O’Sullivan mafia, I’m a man who takes what he wants then walks away without looking back.
I don’t want to feel, connect or—god friggin’ forbid—fall in love. Especially not with Jesse Dahl. He’s too young, too innocent, 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑.
My filthy secrets can never be known, and I don’t give a damn how beautifully vulnerable Jesse is.
Or so I tell myself.
JESSE
Bronson Cruz is blond. He’s beautiful. 𝐻𝑒’𝑠 𝑏𝑟𝑢𝑡𝑎𝑙.
And no matter how hard I try, I just can’t shake him. I shouldn’t give in. This is stupid. 𝐻𝑒’𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑜𝑜 𝑔𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑜𝑢𝑠.
He’s not a good guy. Except he is to me.
I know I’ll get hurt because of him. It’s written on his face, in his body he gives me, and his heart that he denies me.
Secrets kill.
And his could end me.
In fact, they probably will.
❤︎🔪Read today for 99 cents at Amazon.🔪❤︎
𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐳𝐨𝐧 𝐔𝐒: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BV76YSVQ
𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗟𝗶𝗻𝗸→ https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B08YY9VTDS
𝗚𝗼𝗼𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘀: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/107525434-bronson
𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗯𝘂𝗯: https://www.bookbub.com/books/bronson-dark-irish-mafia-romance-o-sullivan-brothers-book-4-by-rie-warren
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𝑩𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒐𝒏(𝑶'𝑺𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒏 𝑩𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 #4)
❤︎🔪𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐈𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞🔪❤︎
FIVE STEAMY STARS FOR BRONSON!
“Seriously, this whole series is amazing and I have to stop reading them so quickly. Gawd Bronson and Jesse are fire. Just read this whole series.” ~5 Stars, Goodreads Reviewer
“Every M/M book I read previous to Bronson lacked emotional depth, a connection between characters, and chemistry. In essence, they had nothing that makes a ROMANCE novel! However, Rie nailed it. [ . . . } In a nutshell, Bronson was fun, emotional, amusing, and sexy.” ~5 Stars, Goodreads Reviewer
BLURB
𝐖ɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ʟɪᴋᴇ 𝐁ʀᴏɴ𝐬ᴏɴ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴏᴘᴛɪᴏɴ𝐬: ᴇɴᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴏʀ ᴅᴇ𝐬ᴘᴇʀᴀᴛᴇʟʏ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ.
𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍
The dumbest thing I’ve ever done—and I’ve done a lot of stupid crap—is to go check out this boy whose only mission is to save unwanted and wounded animals.
𝐼’𝑚 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑙.
A killer for the O’Sullivan mafia, I’m a man who takes what he wants then walks away without looking back.
I don’t want to feel, connect or—god friggin’ forbid—fall in love. Especially not with Jesse Dahl. He’s too young, too innocent, 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑.
My filthy secrets can never be known, and I don’t give a damn how beautifully vulnerable Jesse is.
Or so I tell myself.
JESSE
Bronson Cruz is blond. He’s beautiful. 𝐻𝑒’𝑠 𝑏𝑟𝑢𝑡𝑎𝑙.
And no matter how hard I try, I just can’t shake him. I shouldn’t give in. This is stupid. 𝐻𝑒’𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑜𝑜 𝑔𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑜𝑢𝑠.
He’s not a good guy. Except he is to me.
I know I’ll get hurt because of him. It’s written on his face, in his body he gives me, and his heart that he denies me.
Secrets kill.
And his could end me.
In fact, they probably will.
❤︎🔪Read today for 99 cents at Amazon.🔪❤︎
𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐳𝐨𝐧 𝐔𝐒: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BV76YSVQ
𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗟𝗶𝗻𝗸→ https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B08YY9VTDS
𝗚𝗼𝗼𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘀: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/107525434-bronson
𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗯𝘂𝗯: https://www.bookbub.com/books/bronson-dark-irish-mafia-romance-o-sullivan-brothers-book-4-by-rie-warren
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NSFW BRONSON EXCERPT ;-)
WHEN I SAID I wanted to be on top, I thought Bronson’s eyes were going to bug right out of his head, and I smiled as I curled my fingers around the thick stiff length of him.
“What?” he blurted out, obviously thinking I meant I wanted to be the one doing the fucking.
I tried not to smirk or laugh when I repeated, “I want to be on top.”
The indignant look he gave me almost made me crack up.
Sucking on his jawline before tracing my lips to his ear, I breathed a horny little moan for him. “Not like that. I don’t want to top you, Bronson. I want to be in your lap so I can ride you.”
He reared back, a devilish grin growing. “Well then. Why didn’t you just say so?”
Letting me shove him back down to the couch, he spread his thighs wide. His cock rose up into full hardness from the nest of springy blond hair at his groin, his big balls pooling below.
“Christ.” I shivered at the sight of him with firelight dancing over his muscular body.
He beckoned me to him. “What are you waitin’ for, baby?”
“Still gonna need some lube.” Strained breaths pelted from me, and my dick that had been aching when he face-fucked me was now painfully rigid.
“No problem.” In the blink of an eye, he produced a small bottle from seemingly out of thin air.
“Jesus. What do you do? Keep it in hidey holes all over the place?” I crawled onto his lap, moaning when my cock slid alongside his.
And then my mind started wandering . . .
If Bronson kept lube all over . . . why?
Had he been lying about his other hookups not being at the house?
Before I even said a word, he scoffed. “Don’t be ridiculous. It’s for you. Well, me. When we text, and I gotta stroke one out. Never know where I’m gonna be when you get me all horny.”
The relieved breath I released was hot and stuttering, turning into a hungry groan as his slippery digits skimmed down the tight crease between my buttocks.
“Kiss me,” he ordered.
“Uhhh,” I moaned out, his fingers rotating around my pucker before beginning the slide inside.
My mouth covered his, our tongues looping and lashing, slow and sensual . . . as slow and sensual as the way he opened my ass.
He smeared the lube around, making sure my entrance and his fingers were well coated. Then his slickened fingers entered me and twisted, pushing in, pulling back, and spreading me out.
Writhing uncontrollably, I finally had to break the kiss. I threw my head back, riding those thick digits faster while I rocked on his lap.
“Fuck, baby. If you’re not ready now, I ain’t gonna last.” The dirty appreciation in his voice ratcheted my arousal higher.
“What?” he blurted out, obviously thinking I meant I wanted to be the one doing the fucking.
I tried not to smirk or laugh when I repeated, “I want to be on top.”
The indignant look he gave me almost made me crack up.
Sucking on his jawline before tracing my lips to his ear, I breathed a horny little moan for him. “Not like that. I don’t want to top you, Bronson. I want to be in your lap so I can ride you.”
He reared back, a devilish grin growing. “Well then. Why didn’t you just say so?”
Letting me shove him back down to the couch, he spread his thighs wide. His cock rose up into full hardness from the nest of springy blond hair at his groin, his big balls pooling below.
“Christ.” I shivered at the sight of him with firelight dancing over his muscular body.
He beckoned me to him. “What are you waitin’ for, baby?”
“Still gonna need some lube.” Strained breaths pelted from me, and my dick that had been aching when he face-fucked me was now painfully rigid.
“No problem.” In the blink of an eye, he produced a small bottle from seemingly out of thin air.
“Jesus. What do you do? Keep it in hidey holes all over the place?” I crawled onto his lap, moaning when my cock slid alongside his.
And then my mind started wandering . . .
If Bronson kept lube all over . . . why?
Had he been lying about his other hookups not being at the house?
Before I even said a word, he scoffed. “Don’t be ridiculous. It’s for you. Well, me. When we text, and I gotta stroke one out. Never know where I’m gonna be when you get me all horny.”
The relieved breath I released was hot and stuttering, turning into a hungry groan as his slippery digits skimmed down the tight crease between my buttocks.
“Kiss me,” he ordered.
“Uhhh,” I moaned out, his fingers rotating around my pucker before beginning the slide inside.
My mouth covered his, our tongues looping and lashing, slow and sensual . . . as slow and sensual as the way he opened my ass.
He smeared the lube around, making sure my entrance and his fingers were well coated. Then his slickened fingers entered me and twisted, pushing in, pulling back, and spreading me out.
Writhing uncontrollably, I finally had to break the kiss. I threw my head back, riding those thick digits faster while I rocked on his lap.
“Fuck, baby. If you’re not ready now, I ain’t gonna last.” The dirty appreciation in his voice ratcheted my arousal higher.
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