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𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊
I am her bodyguard.
I’m her only hope.
I’m going to break her, teach her, train her.
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I cannot stand this prissy brat who practically throws herself at every guy she meets. Yet I’m tasked with babysitting her. The pakhan’s daughter tests my patience, makes me want to break out in uncontrolled violence, or maybe just throw her down to show her what all her teasing does to a real man.


She’s untouchable. Until a Russian rival mafia comes seeking revenge. I’m about to teach the printsessa a lesson she’ll never forget, and I guarantee she’s the one who will be taking my orders from now on.


The Russian Bodyguard is book 3 in the Krasnov Brothers series. No cliffhangers. No cheating. Includes vivid, steamy scenes. Can be read as a standalone.

NSFW EXCERPT
Maksim’s chest heaved as he read me the riot act. “You are fucking impossible.”
“And you are the worst man I could ever have been shackled to!” 
His hand snapping out, he squeezed my cheeks hard. 
I tried not to flinch, but his grip was vise-like. 
Maksim lowered his face to mine, his gunmetal irises just this side of demonic. “I really will beat your ass if you ever attempt to go out on your own again.”
“Do it!”
Releasing my face, he yanked me into his unyielding embrace. His mouth crashed over mine with a fury I’d never tasted before. 
I struggled, kicking at anything I could reach. 
He speared his tongue into my mouth, wildly claiming what he thought was rightfully his. Holding me caged against him, he drove a hand into my hair, angling my neck, trying to conquer me. 
I let out a strangled growl then let the rage and arousal explode out of me. 
Wrath, lust . . . I despised him. 
Desire, rage . . . I wanted some part of him. 
Maksim grunted when I licked between his lips, drawing me up his body so we collided in all the right ways—for once. 
We kissed so ferociously, clawing at each other, practically tearing into one another to get some kind of upper hand out of this pure madness. 
And still the heat roared. 
We broke apart just as forcibly as we’d clashed together, both of us breathing hard. 
“Ihateyou with every single fiber of my being,” I scathed.
“That makes two of us.” A hard sneer crossed his lips that had just been slanted across mine. 
Then, Maksim struck. 
He grabbed both sides of my blazer and ripped it open. Buttons popped off, pinging across the room. I looked down at my ruined leather jacket just as he tore if off my back. 
Breasts thrust against the corset that remained, I saw him through a haze of red when he slung the jacket aside like it was no more than a piece of rubbish. 
I launched back to smack him right across his face, but he captured my wrist in an iron grip. 
He towed me inexorably against him again, and all my feral instincts went into meeting his wild kiss. 
A loud groan thundered from his chest when I rolled my tongue over his then nipped at his bottom lip. His hands roved from my arms to my ass, and he cranked me right against his undeniable erection, which threw me back into that heady spiral of hate and lust. 
His sculpted features came slowly into focus when he drew back. 
A filthy grin the likes of which I’d never seen played across his lips that—goddamn him—had felt perfectly voracious against mine. “Shall I tell you what I’ve been thinking about?”
“What?” All the breath caught in my chest, my voice emerging raspingly. 
His smirk widened. He paced backward a couple of steps. Without taking his eyes off mine, he removed his tie. With a shift of his strong hands, he unbuttoned his shirt from top to bottom. A shrug of ropey shoulders, and he eased the material from his muscular tattooed torso. 
Then his fingers—the ones that had bit into the fleshiness of my ass—dropped to his trousers. 
The belt slithered and hissed like a snake when he removed it. He stepped out of his shoes, toed off his socks, went for the closure of his pants. 
His voice the same gruff timbre as always, he unzipped, saying, “I have been thinking about my cock in your mouth, Sashenka.”

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I am her captor.
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I am her captor.
Her keeper. 
And I don’t have a single intention of protecting her.

This mouthy tomboy is the only daughter of the O’Sullivan mafia, and they’ve been screwing us over for months. All of that changes today. I don’t like surprises but I do enjoy a challenge and, by the time I’m done with the Irish brat, the uneasy truce between our Bratva and their family will be no more than bloodstains on the streets of Boston.

I’m going to abduct her. I’m going to toy with her. I’ll control her and teach her family a lesson they’ll never forget. I can’t wait. 

The Russian Thug is book 1 in the Krasnov Brothers series. No cliffhangers. No cheating. Includes sizzling hot scenes. Can be read as a standalone!

KIRILL . . .
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“How much did you have to drink tonight?”
Joanna tossed her hair over one shoulder, jutting out her chin. “I mostly had water, thank you very much. And Arkady made me eat something anyway.”
I didn’t like the way she said my brother’s name so easily, like they’d bonded while I was getting ambushed. 
“And maybe I had a few shots with Sasha,” she mumbled. “You haven’t told me why you dragged me down here.”
“I wanted a nice private place so I could take your family’s attack—not to mention the cost of repairs—out on your ass,” I mentioned oh-so-casually. 
She bristled all over, going up on her tiptoes. “Like hell you are.”
Her feistiness turned me on too—one twisted part of me even liked butting heads with her—but Yury expected me to take her in hand.
It was time to let Joanna know I was in charge of her, and there was nothing she could do about it. 
Faster than she could react, I kicked out a chair. I ripped my jacket from her shoulders, flung it to the table, and snatched her to me. 
Settling on the seat, I pulled her right over my lap, her shrieks ringing out uselessly.
I pinned her flailing form down with a hand between her shoulder blades and one thick thigh spread out to separate her legs. 
When I had the shrew locked in place, I flipped up her shirttail and nearly growled.
I ran one big palm up the back of her slim thigh, and her head shot up.
Her screeching ceased.
“So this is what you were wearing under my shirt.” Skimming my fingers to the crease where her thigh met the softly rounded contour of her ass, I listened to her sputter. 
I slid my palm teasingly between her legs, not quite high enough to reach her pussy, but enough to raise goosebumps on her flesh. 
“Absolutely nothing,” I murmured, staring down at her naked bottom.
“What was I gonna wear? You took my clothes!”
Even turned over my lap with her bare ass hanging in the wind, she talked back to me. 
“I think that warrants a spanking to begin with.” Hauling back, I smacked her with half the force I’d put into a real blow. 
The wobble of firm flesh. 
The sound of her incensed shouts. 
The mounds of her tits pressing into my thigh. 
The whole thing was addictive, and I continued my swats, peppering harsher spanks all over her ass and even along the upper crease of her thighs. 
“You already goddamn disobeyed me by getting out of your restraints earlier”--spank—“when I expressly forbade you from”--smack—“doing anything to defy me.”
I watched her pretty skin begin to glow with incandescent pink as I rained blow upon blow on her. 
“Ow!” Howling, she tried to kick out. “Dammit!”
A chuckle sounded from my throat, rife with dark humor at her helplessness. 
My fingers tapped her bottom a couple times, then I palmed one whole globe—the heat of her flesh searing into my hand. 
I spanked her again and again in between cupping and kneading the cheeks of her ass. 
Then she moaned. 
And it wasn’t a sound of pain. 
My hand halted, half-raised in the air. I brought it down again, and she twitched then arched as a mewl escaped her lips. 
Only then did I notice my cock had surged to full meaty thickness beneath her belly, hot and hard as a spike. 
I clenched the shirttails at the base of her spine, my breath labored. 
Jo got her legs under her and pressed her bottom up. 
Blyad.
My swats softened, and she kept pushing back for more. 
She panted. 
I caressed her warm, warm ass and, Jesus Christ, for a second it felt like she was rubbing herself on me.

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Y'all! Get Revenge is my 41st published novel! I can't believe it, and I'm so excited to share him with you all. 


He made sure she’d never come looking for him. She vowed to hate him until her dying breath. When they meet again sparks fly, lust ignites . . . danger doubles down.


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“I love this group. The guys are bada**, will have you cracking up and love their ladies and kids. The girls are fierce, the kind of ladies you'd want to hang out with and love with a vice grip. Highly, highly recommend.” ~Goodreads review

A second chance biker romance that’ll set your Kindle on fire! The final book in the bestselling Blood Legion MC biker series.


He made sure she’d never come looking for him. She vowed to hate him until her dying breath. When they meet again sparks fly, lust ignites . . . danger doubles down.


REVENGE
I’m a bad biker dude with a serious chip on my shoulder. I’m also known for being an ex-con and most likely to be engaged in a spicy threesome with the Doublemint Twins. Everything comes to a screeching halt when a gorgeous woman I made sure to leave behind shows up at Blood Legion MC. 


There’s no frickin’ way Arden high and mighty Prioleau belongs anywhere near the Thunder Road Bar. There’s no frigging reason for her to be looking for me. She’s cool, calm, and cultured on the outside, all seething anger and undeniable sexiness on the inside. 


Arden is a glorious redhaired vixen with one giant ask—she wants myhelp to take down a man I’d rather dismember than share a drink with.


ARDEN
Revenge isn’t even his real name, but he doesn’t want anyone else to know who he really is. I guess I can’t blame him. I wish I could change my identity too if only to get away from the maniac destroying my life.


Revenge is the last person on earth I’d ever expect to rely on. He’s my last chance. My final hope. And that isn’t saying all that much considering how we ended. 


I used to know him, now I’m not so sure what I’ve gotten myself into. Revenge is hardened and even hotter than I remembered. He’s a black sheep with a checkered past. A dark horse who’s dirty as sin. 
​

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.

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

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

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.

“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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Gritty star-crossed lovers? You have no idea. Welcome to the Crescent City. Beignets, badasses, bikers, and a whole lot of bad juju.
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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.

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.