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****

It's BANE'S release day. Let's celebrate!Bane (Bad Boys of X-Ops IV) is ‪#‎LIVE! Grab this Military Erotic Romance today for only 99 cents or ‪#‎DownloadFree on ‪#‎KindleUnlimited
http://amzn.to/2941anZ <--Amazon
http://amzn.to/29ysvlb <--Series link
 
Fall in love with Griffin Bane and it might just be the last thing you do . . .

Check out the sexy early reviews then go grab your smoking hot copy!

“I was nervous for this book as it’s the last in this awesome series and the fact I’ve loved Bane for a long time. But Rie didn’t disappoint me at all and I soon realised I had nothing to be nervous about. I don’t know where to start with this so forgive me...... these characters are EVERYTHING especially Bane. Bane oh Bane!!!!! He is sooo HOT!!!!” ~Kinky Kittens Book Blog
 
“As I've come to expect, Warren delivers a tale of love and duty, populated by badass soldiers and the women strong enough to love them. I have loved this series and looked forward to each installment. So sorry to see it finish, but I loved the way Warren brought closure for the team. Bravo, Rie. Can't wait to read more from you.” ~Author Gemma Brocato
 
“What a book hangover!! Bane, swoon! Male alpha that can literally do no wrong in my book. Throw in Kiki Damage more like Kinky Kiki and you have an explosion.” ~Amazon review

Sexy excerpt/SEXCERPT time! NSFW . . . oooh yeah. 

WE PICKED UP SOME street food on the way to our safe house, but my appetite had disappeared. I barely touched any of the spicy burrito, downing another bottle of water followed by several neat shots of tequila while Kiki and I juggled plates on our knees.
“You got your head back on straight after the coke?” Kiki finished eating her tamales, and relaxed back on the couch to nurse her drink.
I grunted in reply.
“You must be. Back to your old ways, I see.” She drizzled more alcohol into her throat.
I watched her swallow, wishing the liquid coating her tongue was my come.
Things to like about Kiki Damage:
Her slamming body.
Her takes no shit ’tude.
Her smarts.
Those crystal clear eyes.
Check to all those things.
Things not to like?
I still didn’t know for certain she hadn’t sold out Walker’s op.
And I had to kill her.
She swirled the glass between her tattooed hands. “You were funny though. And I’m pretty sure it wasn’t just the blow.”
“You want funny?” I stood slowly and tried not to limp as I made my way toward her.
Her slim eyebrows arching, she looked up at me. Her wet lips parted, her tongue stroking the glossy surface. Her gaze skimmed down from my hard face to my broad chest, to my black jeans. To my groin, where the solid roll of flesh distorted the fabric.
“That doesn’t look funny.” Her voice dropped to a sexy, husky tone. “Looks like some serious business.”
“Why don’t you take care of it?”
“How’s the leg?”
“I think if you wanted to give me head I’d feel a whole lot better.” Reaching for her face, I traced the slant of her cheekbone with one finger.
“Is that what you were thinking about the whole time you were watching me eat?” She grasped my wrist, drawing my finger to her mouth. “My lips on your cock?”
“Yeah.” Small lie.
She sucked and bit the pad of my finger before enveloping it to the knuckles in the warm wetness of her mouth. The sensation fisted a tight knot right up under my balls, bringing me to full hardness.
She slid the digit from her mouth with a wet, luxurious slurp. Placing a palm flat on my belly, she pushed me back. Kiki rose to her feet.
“Come with me, baby.” She took my hand in hers, leading me up the stairs.
I stumbled for a second, cursing the fucking leg wound.
Kiki pushed her shoulder under mine. “You can lean on me, you know? I won’t crumble.”
“Thought I got enough of the naughty nurse treatment last night.” I gruffly accepted her help.
“And I wasn’t even wearing the slutty uniform,” she quipped.
Damn woman. She pulled another smile from me. “Now, that I’d like to see.”
She pouted, trailing a finger down the center of my chest. “Didn’t bring one to Mexico.”
We made it to the bedroom we’d staked out the night before, and Kiki turned on the light beside the bed. With her bent over, her ass looked nice and ripe in her tight jeans, but I needed her naked.
“Strip,” I ordered, my voice coming from deep in my chest.
She flipped her hair over her shoulder, glancing at me. “Sexy striptease?”
“Don’t care. Just show me you.” Arousal dug deep into my groin, an almost stabbing pain heightened by the desire to have her beneath me, parted by my cock in her cunt.
Kiki started slow, swaying her shoulders, swinging her hips, and I watched, my eyes drawn to the sight. The shirt rolled up above her breasts, and she slung it aside. It only took a quick twist behind her back and her bra slipped from her shoulders, hanging for just a tantalizing second from her puffed-up nipples.
When the scrap of blue lace fell to the floor, I rubbed a hand across my watering mouth. A beautiful handful, her breasts stood proud and firm on her chest, the areolas a nice sucking size—pink and peaked.
Crooking a finger at her, I beckoned her toward me.
She slinked forward—swinging her hips, adding a little dip and roll to her step.
The woman was nonstop sex in combat boots.
Jesus.
“These tits.” I grasped both mounds in a firm grip.
I practically mauled her, running a strong arm around her back to make sure her knees didn’t give out when she immediately started moaning.
Using my mouth, my hands, I bent her farther back. Tweaking. Twisting. Twirling the tight pink buds, shaping her breasts, licking and pulling them into my mouth.
I kissed from one tit to the other, abrading them with my stubbled chin. Keeping them hot and taut while her body arched further over my arm.
“I thought you wanted me to undress?” She asked, breathy, nearly voiceless.
“Got distracted.” I ran my hand from her neck to the center of her chest down her belly.
Then I shoved my fingers into the front of her pants. Slipping beneath panties, I found her smooth slit and slid two fingers into her wet sheath.
Her fingers bit into my forearm. “Oh, fuck . . .”
Kiki’s hair fell over the arm I latched around her back. She swiveled in my grasp, rising to meet the mouth hungrily pulsing on her tits, dipping to drive my fingers even deeper inside where she quivered and clutched.
She came in a silent scream of an orgasm, her eyes slammed shut, her mouth ovaled open. She weaved on my hand, the sucking wet warmth taking my digits ever deeper.
Inhaling with a trembling breath, she drew up and clasped my shoulders. She buried her face against my neck—licking, sucking, kissing.
“My legs are about to give out.” She laughed, a sultry quiver to the sound.
“Good. That’s exactly where I want you. Down on your knees.”

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

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

​There were pictures galore . . . 

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

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

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

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

Hot, sexy New Adult romance–Ride–is on sale! Don’t miss your chance to get this enemies to lovers novella.
AMAZON

The full, sexy, New Adult version of RIDE, the novella featured in Stone, At Your Service, Carolina Bad Boys series. 


College man Jase Everly has bad boy written all over him. Rides a motorcycle? Check. Has tats? You bet. Couldn’t give a shit about rules? He’s all over that.
When he’s cut off from the oil baron family funds, he finds a new way to support his education, his bike habit, his bad habits. And his business venture is nothing he’s proud of.

Top-notch student Avery Greene is a good girl. Deans List, never missed a class, straitlaced material. She’s on the college fast track until one night and one jock destroy her life. She hides inside her sweaters. She buries her nose in her books.


She ignores the pain inside her, and she’s sure she hates Jase from the moment she lays eyes on him.


The problem is—Avery needs someplace to stay, and Jase wants a roommate. They’re enemies at first sight. Now they’re going to live together.


Roomies? Maybe.

Romance? Never.

That’s what she said.

Available for Amazon Preorder

Add RIDE to your Goodreads shelf