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Serving up Justice! Live release . . . 

4/25/2016

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Come and get JUSTICE . . .► ► ► #OneClick #KU #BuyNow ◄ ◄ ◄
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Awesome early reviews!
“Well I’ve fallen MORE in love with an author. I mean seriously, Rie Warren, you sure know how to write seriously hot military romance!!
The thing is, as hot as it truly is, it’s got so much story and action and angst and heart….just wow!” ~ 5 stars, Amazon reviewer
 
“Rie Warren is quickly becoming one of my favorite authors, I LOVE this series! Walker, book 1, was my favorite book of the year and I think Justice might be #2.” ~ 5 stars, Wicked Reads

RIE WARREN ON AMAZON
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Fight to win.
Fight to survive.
Fight for love?
 
JUSTICE
Let’s face it. I’ve got a bad rep with the ladies. I’m a rough-talking, smooth-loving, international playboy--yeah right, whatever—and an X-Ops specialist. Sure, I’m hiding a secret or two. Who isn’t? That’s the least of my concerns when I’m called in to lead an infiltrate-and-retrieve mission.
 
I’ve got my head in the game—the one firmly attached to my shoulders. An American embassy overseas is under siege, and I’m expecting to rescue the ambassador and his daughter, a stereotypical geeky damsel in distress, Matilda Lawless.
 
Caught in the crossfire between explosive danger and wild desire, I’m in for the shock of my life.
 
TILLY
I’m not looking for any man to save me. I’m pretty damn capable of taking care of myself, thank you very much. I have a successful career and was practically born and bred on a gun range, even if I can’t bake a perfect biscuit to save my life like a good southern woman should.
 
But there’s just something about that hardcore operative called Justice. He’s haunted and lonely, and I know that pain inside and out. It doesn’t hurt one little bit he’s been blessed with more than his fair share of good looks, plus a body that would make any red-blooded woman drool.
 
Barricaded inside the embassy, under my father’s shrewd eyes, I intend to have Justice no matter how many times he says he’s not good enough. I see the way he watches me. With dirty, sexy, hungry lust.
 
Fighting is what Justice does. Now I need him to fight for me.  
 
Warning: Graphic sex, graphic action, graphic language. Triple X caution.
 
Bad Boys of X-Ops—four part series:
Walker: Available now
Justice: Now available!
Storm: May 23rd. Preorder now!
Bane: Coming soon
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Kinkaid is LIVE!

6/23/2015

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

Early reviews:


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


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


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

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

“What? Here?”


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


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


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


She unclasped the hooks of her overalls at her shoulders.


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


Big surprise.



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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


“Gotcha!” she shouted triumphantly.


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


It didn’t.

Get your copy for $0.99 on AMAZON now! 

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 Happy sexy reading, all!

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New Hunter Cover ~ MC Romance

5/11/2015

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Yes! I had the cover for Hunter: Bad Boys of Retribution MC # 1 updated, and he is ready for release in three weeks! That’s right. The sizzling summer biker series begins on June 2nd.
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PREORDER NOW FOR $0.99!!

BLURB:

From the world of Carolina Bad Boys! Hunter Sexton is too hot to handle . . .

Hunter:


My callsign is GHOST. My roadname, too. I keep my head down, stay off the grid, fly under the radar. I’m the rough, gruff, good guy who does bad things for pay.

JB is my most recent mistake. The MC babe is innocence wrapped up in a rockin’ body. Don’t get me wrong, she has a wicked side, too. She’s kickass in bed, when we make it that far. But she’s the ultimate wholesome good girl, and I don’t want to dirty her up.

Hey, no one said life was all fun and games, right?

JB:


Good girl? I prefer to think of myself as a rebellious hellion. I live my life like I ride my bike: carefree, in your face, and full throttle. My soft side? Well, that’s reserved for my job.

I’m not looking for love, and I certainly don’t need any relationship complications. Too bad complicated is the only way Hunter comes.

He’s a quiet, deadly storm. He prowls. He hunts me. He wants me. He’s sexy, sinful . . . secretive. Hunter will turn my life inside out no thanks to his dangerous past about to come back and bite us both in the ass.

Who’s gonna save us now?

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




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PREORDER NOW FOR $0.99!!
Kinkaid is coming June 2015:
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Let’s RIDE!

1/8/2015

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It’s sexy book release day! Ride is now available. New Adult romance. New Release. 99 cents!
RIDE ON AMAZONSTONE ON AMAZON
LOVE ON AMAZON 
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The full sexy, New Adult version of RIDE, the novella featured in Stone, At Your Service, Carolina Bad Boys series. This is standalone.

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, straightlaced 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.


Please note: This story includes a discussion of rape. This painful conversation is necessary for the growth of the couple’s relationship.



An excerpt to whet your appetites:

Our silent standoff ended one night when I heard him inside his room. His door was cracked as I passed by.

He moaned loudly, “Yeah, Ave. Like that, suck my balls.”


I inhaled a shaky breath before pressing the door open just an inch more. Six weeks. Six weeks I’d lived with him, trying not to fall hard only to hit the brick wall of his emotional blackout. And now he was getting off to me?


My knees felt weak.


Apparently he’d been saving up any careful consideration of me for something that sounded hypnotically raunchy, entailing things I certainly didn’t do. But I wanted to.


I wouldn’t put it past him to do a little role-playing, actually. And just like that I gave in to my voyeuristic urges. If he was going to groan my name, I should at least get a front row view.


When I peeked inside, my eyes burned and my face turned hot.


Jase’s head tilted back. The cords of his neck were rigid. He sat completely naked in the leather armchair across from me. One fist slowly pumped his cock as the fingers of his other hand slid below to cup his balls.


The door creaked. His muscles flexed. His head flew up. He caught me breathless and staring. Through the shaggy hair falling across his brow, I made out his brown eyes hooded by heavy eyelids.


“Precious. Was just thinkin’ about you.” His drawl was as thick and heavy as the cock he squeezed in his hand.


“Really? Which head were you using?” I asked in a barely steady voice.


My gaze strayed low before boring a hole into the wall above his . . . head. The one on top of his shoulders, not the one glistening as it jutted against his belly.


“Now, don’t bust my balls, gorgeous. You know we’ve been building to this, don’t you?”


Denial came swift, but it never left my tongue, the tongue that wanted to lap the stiff column of his cock.


He hooked a finger at me. “Why don’t you come over here and suck these balls instead?” He lifted the twin pink orbs in his palm.


They looked so luscious. Mouthwatering. I shook to my senses before it was too late. He wanted to turn this—us—into a lewd act. What we’d shared that day on his Harley hadn’t been dirty or indecent. He knew it. I did, too. I wasn’t going to lay a hand on him until he looked me in the eye and wanted me the same way I did him.


Dirty and raunchy was fine. Using one another was something else entirely.


I shook my head, intending to back away, determined not to become another of Jase Everly’s needy little tarts. His flavor of the day. The boy was like Baskin Robbins . . . 31 flavors, one for every day of the month.


“I don’t think so.”


“Too prissy to suck cock?”


“Too discerning to blow yours, Jase,” I hissed.


“I’m not gonna ask again. Come inside and close the damn door, Ave,” he said in a stern voice.


“Go fuck yourself,” I shot back, turning to leave.


He was there before I could escape, slamming the door shut and spinning me against it. I smelled him—spicy, a little sweaty—and it made me dizzier than I let on, glaring up at him.


Leaning to the side, he swept one hand up and down the skirt and blouse I wore. “I’m all for a little cat and mouse--Mouse—but you’re not as mousy as you make yourself out to be. And what you’re hiding underneath all this? Really turns me on, Ave.” He skimmed his nose along my jaw then nipped the sensitive skin beneath my ear. Jase whispered in a velvety voice, “Maybe you just need a little spankin’ to loosen you up.”


“Maybe you want me to hogtie your hand to your cock!”


With his warm, rough fingers sliding across my belly to my hip, he jerked me against him so I felt his hot length pressing against my thigh. “I don’t think you wanna do that. Nnh nnnh.”


When he retreated a couple steps, my body jolted with anger . . . with desire.


“No, you like this, don’t you?” He gripped himself again and made a slow show of thrusting his cock in and out of his fist, already so erect he was dark red, shiny, and swollen at the tip.


I couldn’t deny it, so I kept my mouth shut.


Jase gave me a wicked grin as he tilted his head. A throaty growl escaped him. “I’m gonna come soon. If you don’t want it in your mouth or on your body, you better go.”


Willing my eyes away and my legs to move, I scrambled for the doorknob, listening as Jase strained to say, “See you at breakfast, Ave.”


I would not let him have the last word. “I’m not going to become another one of your slutty conquests, Jase.”


“I don’t have conquests. I have fucks.”


I stumbled into the hall, his words ringing in my ears. Jase was black and white and so many shades in between I’d lost count. I wasn’t stupid. He wanted me, but he didn’t want to get attached.


Arousal hummed between my thighs.


I would not be taken for a ride by him.

Happy sexy reading!
RIDE ON AMAZON
STONE ON AMAZON
LOVE ON AMAZON 
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Stone Outtakes! The dress scene…

10/25/2014

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I’m going to be posting ALL the cut scenes/character interviews/outtakes from Stone this week. I’ll be culminating the bonus material on Friday with a special Halloween sneak peek at Love, In the Fast Lane!

You can get your copies here:
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STONE: Amazon
LOVE: Preorder now! Coming December 11, 2014.
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What else happened when Josh returned from Atlanta? He did a little dress shopping for Leelee. Because…well…remember when he ripped her pretty dress straight off her body? Mm hmm. Yeah. 

​Deleted Scene from STONE, AT YOUR SERVICE

Carolina Bad Boys #1
From Chapter 16 Not Romancing the Stone

Forgiveness and a future with Leelee, that’s what I was aiming for. I didn’t send her flowers. That’d be lame. Instead, I came up with something much more meaningful.

During a Saturday in the middle of July—six lonely and happy and fucked-up and horny weeks since I’d touched or talked to Leelee—I walked into a highfalutin boutique in the Towne Centre.

I loomed over the dress racks and heard a feminine squeak, “Oh, my!”

I sent a smirk in return.

Back in Atlanta, I’d destroyed Leelee’s dress, ripping it in half to get her naked for me. I was going to redress that, in a manner of speaking. This place was as good as any to start. I didn’t have a clue what the hell I was looking for, but I knew Leelee’s body, I knew her style, and I knew what she looked good in.

A highly polished young woman joined me. “May I help you, sir?”

“Yeah.” I scraped a palm across the stubble on my jaw. “I need to buy a dress for a really sexy woman. But it can’t be cheap or tacky.” I pointed at something with peacock blue sequins. “My woman’s pure class.”

The salesclerk cleared her throat, her pulse butterflying under the skin. “Any idea what color she might prefer?”

“She’s a redhead. Fucking handfuls of the gorgeous, strawberry blond stuff. Creamy skin, like icing on a cake that’s never been touched.”
Lifting a finger to her mouth, she said, “Perfect. Let’s look for gem tones and a few pastels. Evening or day?”

“Day.” Definitely. I wanted Leelee to be able to wear it a lot—and think of me every time she did.

“Size?” She showed me some kind of dress chart that made no sense whatsoever to me.

I knew her size all right, though. I formed nice, big curves with my hands. “Her breasts are like this, they fit my palms just right. And her bottom, it’s heart-shaped, more than a handful. She’s got full hips and her waist . . .” I made a slim cylinder between my palms. “Hourglass, right? And her legs, oh man. Leelee’s got legs up to there, ya know?”

“How tall does she measure against you in heels?”

“She’s got some wicked stilettos, about four inches, I’d say. When she wears those, she comes up to my chin.” I smiled. “Her head tucks right against my throat.”

“Curvaceous, probably a size 8/10, depending on the designer.” The salesgirl whipped out a measuring tape and draped it around her neck. Flicking her eyes from my Adam’s apple to the top of my head, she visually translated the measurements.

That sounded about right, the lady seemed to know her stuff. “Yeah, she’s got a banging body,” I agreed.

Sitting me down in a cushy area surrounded by shoe racks, mirrors, and purses, the young lady shut her eyes. She hummed for a few seconds then smiled with one finger pointed in the air. “You sit tight now, I’ll be right back.”

Several minutes later, she returned with an armload of dresses she carefully hung on a rack beside me. Over the next half-hour, we went through every single one of them. She named off styles and fabrics while I picked out my favorites and discarded many more, narrowing it down to five.

“What’s her personality like?”

I leaned back with a laugh. “She’s feisty as hell. Soft, sweet, and sassy, too. Leelee’s so sexy she makes my mouth dry up until I just need to taste her—sometimes she does it on purpose, other times she has no idea. And she can be shy, shy around other people, but not me.”
Pursing her lips, she walked back and forth along the garments. She stopped, plucked out the dress I’d been eyeing, and held it out. “The Gloriana.”

Yeah. A slow grin spread across my face. On Leelee, the dress would be formfitting from the low-cut bodice to the tiny sleeves that would sit just off her shoulders. The skirt was pencil-slim with a slit up the back. Fuck yeah. I fingered the soft material.

The woman smoothed her hand over the garment. “Silk jersey. Large lilac flowers on a soft yellow background will go wonderfully with her hair—”

“She’s gonna look drop-dead in it.” My voice lowered into a husky tone.

She returned shortly after leaving me with the dress and my daydreams. “Shoes, of course.”

I looked at the high heeled things she carried—shiny, taupe leather—good Lord, yes. “I’ll take it all.”

The sales assistant rang me up while I thanked her. “You nailed it.”

“No, sir, not at all. You did.” Her smile was bright, even though we’d pretty much wrecked the joint and she had a lot of cleanup to do after I left. “She’s a lucky woman, your woman.”

“I don’t know about that. I kind of fucked up with her. Sorry ’bout the language, miss.” I rubbed the back of my neck.

“Perhaps she’ll accept your apology. Should I gift wrap it for you?”

Hell yes. With ribbons, bows, and all that kind of crap.

Leaving the boutique with my packages, the dress, the shoes, the whole nine yards, I’d made a huge dent in my bank account and I didn’t regret it one bit. I’d never bought clothing for a woman before. I liked it doing it for Leelee.

I Fed-Exed that motherfucker right away with no ulterior motive other than to replace something I’d ruined, fix something I’d damaged. It was so much more than a dress between Leelee and me.
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Way to go, Josh! I hope you enjoyed that little extra scene from Stone, At Your Service. Don’t forget to get your copies, and leave me some sugar on Amazon. ​
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Everybody Must Get STONED! Release Day!

9/25/2014

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Yes, it is finally time, y’all! Stone, At Your Service–Carolina Bad Boys #1 is live and people are loving’ it!
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​Hell on wheels meets Hell in high heels.

Bad boy mechanic Josh Stone likes to get his hands dirty any way he can—the filthier, the better. Ever since his wife walked out on him and their young son, he’s only had room in his heart for two loves: the kid and cars.

Roped into playing his best buddy’s gay boyfriend during a romance writers convention, the player meets the girl who’s gonna rock his world. Leelee Songchild. Shy, bashful, beautiful Leelee who blushes at the drop of a hat yet writes hardcore smut to rival Josh’s backlist of Penthouse Forum.
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The only problem is his hands are tied. Josh can’t stab his old friend/fake lover in the back even though all he wants to do is take luscious Leelee to bed, and maybe, love her. When the truth comes out, all hell breaks loose.
Too bad romance is just for books.
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Mega early reviews:

“If you want to laugh, cry and just enjoy yourself while reading a really great romance this is the book for you! You will not be able to put it down from the moment you start reading. It really is that good!” ~5 Rockin’ Stars, Twin Sisters Rockin’ Book Reviews

“Clean writing, clean (and dirty, winky winky) story, witty/hilareous dialogue, and the emotional grit that’ll bring an ‘awww’ from your lips and a tear from your eye. I can’t wait for the second book in this series. I’m officially a fan of Carolina Bad Boys. Five huge stars from me.” ~5 Stars, Tera Shanley, romance author

“It was subtle, saucy and spine tingling hot, sprinkled with humour – everything was executed so well it just felt complete.” ~Talk Supe
“Rie Warren has an amazing grasp of writing from a man’s perspective. Not only that, she has created a secondary cast of characters that almost stole the show. I found myself loving them on the page as much as I loved Stone himself. By the time I finished reading this book, my cheeks hurt from laughing and smiling so much.” ~5 Stars, Gemma Brocato, romance author

“The story itself is refreshing, set in a weekend romance writers conference and is packed with colourful characters. Teeming with emotions, humour and, of course, sexy bits, this book hooks you and keeps you reading.” ~5 Hearts, Sizzling Hot Books


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Cover Reveal: Stone, At Your Service!

8/21/2014

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AVAILABLE FOR PREORDER EXCLUSIVELY ON AMAZON

Coming: September 25, 2014
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Don’t forget to add STONE to your Goodreads shelf.
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And now, for your reading pleasure, a very first sneak peek at Stone, At Your Service:


I PULLED UP SHORT when I entered Leelee’s room. Holy shit. The place looked like a tornado had touched down inside and, after that, maybe a hurricane. Suitcases exploded with clothing. Every available surface was crammed with books, paper, pamphlets, paraphernalia. It was worse than the sort of destruction the kid could easily cook up in less than ten minutes.


Leelee was a slob. Either that or she had some kind of personality disorder where she needed to see all of her belongings at once. I thought about Stone’s, which was orderly and shipshape even if my employees were a bunch of boneheads.


I hesitated on the edge of the bomb site. “Uh, you need a minute to tidy up?”


From inside the depths of Hell, Leelee glanced around the room and shrugged her shoulders. Grabbing an armload from one bed, she tossed it onto the mountain of clothes and shoes on the spare one. Something slipped from her fingers, and I sauntered over to pick it up off the floor.


It was lacey. It was silky. It was some kind of shimmery green that matched the color of her eyes. Oh Christ. Panties. Holding the scrap between both hands, I inspected them while her back was turned. Tiny, with bows at the sides, and--fuckin’ A—there were two little heart cutouts that would probably sit over each hipbone.


“All set.” Leelee whirled around.


I was not a creeper-stalker-lurker-perv so I pushed the panties into her hands and rubbed the back of my neck. “Um, those were on the floor.”


“Thanks.” When I looked up, her cheeks wore the most fetchingshade of pink. But she met my stare with a wink, placing the miniature piece of Heaven on the bed. “I’ve got several more just like those in different colors.”


I couldn’t think of a thing to say because all my brain cells had simultaneously skyrocketed through the roof of my head, and I wondered if my cock had ripped through my pants yet.


Leelee probably wouldn’t have noticed anyway, not with all the other shit she had going on in here. And her all set clean up had consisted of moving one pile to another pile, clearing off the quilt and pillows of the bed she apparently slept in. The fact that the mess didn’t bother her at all might be a deal breaker.


As if.


I’d sleep in a freakin’ pig sty if I had to, as long as I was with her.


Plucking a few items from the overspill of clothing, she glanced at me. “I’m just gonna go change. Sit tight, I won’t be a second.”
She headed for the bathroom, and I watched her ass all the way. I grabbed at my hair and took a minute to reconsider what I was doing. The moment fled as soon as I smelled a tantalizing whiff of her perfume. Leelee stripping down in the next room got me hot enough, but when I paced to the far end of the bed, the full-sized mirror on the closet door reflected a sliver of the bathroom. A sliver of her hourglass waist to the swell of her hips and a generous slice of backside.


Lush Leelee. She had the kind of pin-up body men salivated over. Curves big enough to fill my hands from her tits to her ass to her hips. All topped by that sweetheart face, the red rosebud lips, the dewy eyes. Not to mention the strawberry blond hair I’d never seen all the way down. Yet. That was gonna get remedied tonight.


I turned my back unless I got carried away and simply barged into the bathroom, bent her over the counter, and fucked her there and then. Facing the clutter and chaos of her room, I was tempted to tidy up a bit more, but I didn’t want to get caught pawing through her underthings like I’d been caught pawing at my cock. Heaps of silky, frilly panties and bras and—was that a goddamn corset?—teased me. I stuffed my hands into my pockets. Or I tried to. Damned leathers were too tight.


When the door squeaked open, I turned, and Leelee appeared.


She brushed a hand down her front. “I hope you don’t mind. It’s been a long day.”


Then she blushed, and that was so adorable I was one step away from jumping her bones. I couldn’t have replied even if all my motor skills hadn’t just taken a back seat to primal male urges. Leelee in the feminine dresses hinting at her sexy body, the heels that made me want to start at her ankles and head north, all of that did it for me. But this? My fingers itched to touch her, my breath turned ragged. All because of a pair of loose white sweats she’d cut off mid-calf, her fresh clean face, and the fact she was swinging free underneath an off-the shoulder LSU Tigers sweatshirt.


“Leelee.” My voice rasped, deep and husky. “Christ, stop blushing. You’re making it hard for me to think.”


Sexual tension arced through the air, drawing her gaze to mine.


Her fingers slipped against her lips, and Jesus goddamn Christ, her tongue slid out to wet them. “Josh, that kiss earlier? Did you mean what you said about you and Nicky?”


Hypnotized by her shiny lips, I chewed briefly on my own. “Yeah. It’s over. This is our last hurrah. It’s not what you think anyway. There’s so much I wanna tell you, but I can’t—”


Before I could finish, she was in front of me, fingertips pressed to my mouth. “Just kiss me. Kiss me again.” Her arms wound around my neck. Her fingers lacing into my hair, she pulled me down.


This time I wouldn’t be stopped by phone calls or fake maids or my false conscience. Barely half an inch remained between my mouth and her upturned lips, but I held it. The feel of her breath racing with mine, the sight of her eyelashes lowered, I didn’t want to forget this moment.


Trapping her in my arms, I forced her the last bit forward . . . and “Bohemian Rhapsody” went off.


Her lips slanted against mine, moist and ready. “Queen, Josh? Really?”


I pulled back with a muffled curse. “I have to take this. It’s the kid.”


Swinging away, I put the cell to my ear.


Ma started right in. “He had a bad dream, Joshy. Woke up sweatin’ and cryin’. I just couldn’t talk him down. He needs his daddy.”


My throat closed in until it was hard to breath. I shut my eyes against the sting of tears. “Put ’im on.”


Sinking to the edge of Leelee’s bed, I motioned for her to sit beside me. I curled my hand over hers, grateful for her presence while I tried to keep it together for the kid. I’d never had anyone beside me before, not like this.


I heard the sleepy-slow pat-pat-pat of his bare feet on the old oak floors. I imagined JJ’s funny cowlick standing straight up as he sucked his index finger, wearing his favorite-for-the-month Hobbit pj’s . . . and the shiny vinyl blue Superman cape.


“Hi, Daddy.”


I swiped a hand beneath my eyes with his little tremulous voice in my ears. “Baby boy, it’s late.”


His hiccupping breaths hit the line, the kind that broke me in two. Leelee nestled against my shoulder. I tightened my hold on her as I listened.


“I had a wightware, Daddy. You didn’t come back from L’Ana . . .”
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“I’m always coming home to you, kid. Always.” I swallowed down a salty wash of tears I didn’t let fall.
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Hey, Brother: a DT series outtake

7/20/2014

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Hey, folks! Here’s the final On Her Watch outtake in honor of the new release. Huge thanks to Literati Book Reviews for first posting this sweet yet heartbreaking original scene from the Don’t Tell series.
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Once again, Commander Linc Cutler POV. Enjoy!
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At the end of another day, I carefully placed my weapons in a case, keeping my Heck at my side. I shed my clothes and hit the shower. Alone in my apartment at the top of Beta Corps Command with hellfire raining down all around me, I took a rare moment to shut off my D-P with its nonstop incoming messages. I sat on the sofa and savored a neat whiskey from my black market stash, as I imagined my brother doing the same.

Long day, lots of deaths on both sides of the war. Spilled blood surrounded me and there was no one to share the burden with. Physical need took a back seat to a new longing for intimacy with one woman in particular. Lieutenant Liz Grant. I was sure she was the answer to this aching desire for something, someone in my life. I’d been alone for far too long. I was probably incapable of being the type of man a woman like Liz would willingly turn to for comfort.

Good soldiering? I could do that. I’d proven myself reliable in combat from the time I turned sixteen, but a spent weapon at the end of the day didn’t ease the gnawing hole where my heart should be. A hole that had begun early in my youth, when I’d been forced to choose one parent over the other.

My eyes sank closed as I remembered a slightly happier time—one that was almost worry free, except for when our father lost his temper with Momma.

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 “Rise and shine, Nate.”

He grumbled, wiggling deeper under the covers. At seven and a half, my identical twin couldn’t be more different than me. He was always whistling. I was always frowning. Momma used to say my face would get stuck like that. Nate balanced me out though. He made me laugh, showed me how to have fun.

“C’mon. It’s switch day,” I said. Switch day was my attempt at doing something normal kids would do.

“It’s Wednesday,” he mumbled, his head buried beneath a pillow.

I snapped off his blankets and threw his pillow to the floor. “We’ve gotta fool them all. I’ll be you, and you’re me. Let’s see how long it takes ’em to figure it out.”

“Okay, okay already.” His hair was rumpled. His shorts hiked up on his thighs.

Even after Nate dressed in our precise Institute uniform, he managed to look lazy and uncaring with shirttails hanging down and his tie undone, one shoelace missing. I combed his hair back and off his face while raking mine forward to get just the right shaggy look. I unbuttoned the stiff collar of my shirt then went to work meticulously knotting his tie.

We were worlds apart, not just in appearances, but we never went to sleep without sharing our latest secrets. Nathaniel’s included fanciful ideas of a free future; mine were stamped by the Cutler family vision of maintenance and control. We were taught early on by Father to keep our personal hopes and dreams to a minimum, to focus on the Company we would one day run—he the politician, me the commander. Yet he continued to let his imagination run away with him.

We both held our breaths and sometimes still joined hands when Father raised his voice, and more often his fists, at Momma.

“I’ll make sure you’re safe.” I told him one evening after listening to Father rail at Momma over some misstep he accused her of committing because of her Nomad upbringing.

“Maybe I’ll come to your rescue one day.” Nathaniel had proudly puffed his skinny chest.

“I doubt it. Scrawny chicken.”

“You’re no bigger than me. Anyway”—his expression had turned serious—“we’ll save her, Linc.”

“Yeah.” But then who would protect us?

I shook off the memories that made us older and wiser than any kid should be. Satisfied Nate could pass as me, I pushed open the dining room door.

“Good morning, Lincoln and Nathaniel.” Momma placed a kiss on both our cheeks, totally taken in by our disguises. She never called us by our nicknames, Linc and Nate. Her hair toppled at a dangerous angle on her head in a strawberry-colored haze she never bothered to control.

Father walked into the dining room as soon as the expensive smell of coffee hit the air. We were one of the lucky families since Father had a highly prestigious job with the Company. Rare foods and hard-to-buy items graced our table at every meal.

Momma stiffened first. Her hand grazed her neck where new fingerprint marks marred her skin in pink half-moons. “Breakfast is coming, boys.”

“They’re not boys, Eden, they’re growing men.”

“We should let them have a childhood before they’re put to work for the Company, Sandy.”

Sandy. Lysander Cutler. The up-and-comer.

I shrank beside Nate. Her words would cost her later. A pound of flesh, Father always took it out on her.

Over breakfast, talk was sent back and forth, but there was always the fear something would trigger Father’s temper. Anything could do it: the mention of new rebellion in Alpha Territory, or eggs that weren’t perfectly poached.

Half an hour later, I inhaled deeply when the front door shut behind Father.

“Go on now, to school with you two.” Momma soaked us in her love with kisses and hugs. “I think I found a way to get ice cream for dessert tonight so long as you two stay out of trouble.”

The day droned on at the Institute. Lessons in the Purge, the Plague, good citizenship and Old History bored me to the bone. Worse, I had to be Nate, friendly, popular Nate.

At least our teachers were hoodwinked. We raced each other home, laughing over our triumph. The laughter ended as soon as we walked inside. Duty had called Father to another Territory for two weeks. He’d left that afternoon, but he made sure we’d remember him in his absence. The usually orderly apartment was turned upside down, and Momma rose from her knees by the bookshelf. She always started with Grandfather Rice’s precious books after the rages. No one ever destroyed bound books, they were too rare, but Father relished knocking to the floor that tie to her landowner heritage. She bore a reminder too, a fresh bruise on her face.

No words were said. Later after we finished our homework and repaired Father’s damage to the house, Momma ushered us into the kitchen, ignoring the staged, formal dining room.

“Dessert first.” When she winked, her eyes sparkled. The small table was set with heaping bowls of cold chocolate deliciousness. “Ice cream, as promised for my fine young boys.”

“I love you, Momma.” Nate slipped his arms around her.

I embraced her on the other side. “Me too.”

We didn’t talk about her getting out.

We couldn’t.

The apartment was bugged.

Momma watched us devour the sweet, cold treat spoon-by-spoon. She mussed our hair. “You know, you didn’t fool me this time.”
“Aw, Ma!” I groaned.

Nate ripped off his tie. “Thank god.”

She laughed, hugging us against her. “Promise me you’ll always take care of each other.”

“Yes’m.” We both agreed.

I hadn’t. I hadn’t looked out for my mom or my brother. I remembered the day I’d earned my stars and he’d been barred from the family. It was years after Momma escaped, when we were supposed to think she was dead. Nathaniel stared past me, through me. From that point on, our ties were cut clean through.

Now, two Territories and a Revolution separated me from him. And I had no idea how to repair all the damage I’d done.
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DON’T TELL SERIES:
In His Command, #1 In the dystopian future, two men discover attraction isn’t just dangerous. It’s deadly.
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On Her Watch, #2 War is raging in the InterNations Territories, and within Lieutenant Liz Grant’s heart.
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In His Sights, standalone novella Can two enemies overcome the battles within and the war without to find love? Or will the Revolution destroy their chance at happiness?
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Don’t miss the brand new short–’Blondie’ POV–In His Heart here on mywebsite or at my Facebook page.
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A Word From Commander Linc Cutler

7/12/2014

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This Don’t Tell series outtake first appeared on Romancing Rakes. Mucho love to the ladies there for hosting me during my blog tour! This outtake is a special, original scene accompanying On Her Watch (and don’t worry, there aren’t any spoilers, just a whole lotta hotness).
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After weeks of training up my new Corps unit and finding them a useless bunch of wet-behind-the-ears whiners, Lieutenant Liz Grant was a breath of fresh air. Albeit possibly a traitor or at least an absconder. But fuck it. Good, solid recruits during a time of war were hard to come by.

Her cool professionalism and precise skill couldn’t be faulted. It made her get inside my head and under my skin even more. In addition to her to her strong military bearing she was stunningly attractive. Liz was nothing like the vapid Company sponsored airheads I’d been with been with throughout the years. She was tall and slim. Her breasts, high and round, would be just enough to fill my hands. Her curves were those made from years of hard work, the kind I respected. There were no blond ringlets or a made up face…nothing to hide her natural sensuality from deep dark eyes to high cheekbones and a perfectly pink mouth. I wanted to shove my fingers into her short black hair and slide my lips across hers.

A hint of smoldering sexuality just beneath the surface waited to be tapped into. She had a smart mouth on her too. Sometimes I enjoyed baiting her just to watch her temper rise, waiting for her to snap at me.

I’d find out her real reasons for returning to the Corps one way or the other. Sooner rather than later. I was as well versed in the art of seduction as I was in military strategy. Getting her into my bed would be a damn fool move. One I was certain my father—CEO Cutler—would detest.

His disapproval would be worth it.

That brisk March morning, I worked my troopers into a sweaty froth during hours of assault drills in the frigid air. Standing to the side, I shouted orders. They followed them without question. I gave each soldier personal attention, Liz no more than the others but while I worked to improve the others’ aim, with her I simply tried my best to rattle her cage. Her aim was already impeccable.

To my mounting frustration, she hardly even flinched when I loomed over her, demanding more and better and faster whereas the others practically pissed their pants the second I turned my hard gaze on them.

I was so hot and bothered by being in her presence all morning, I didn’t feel the cold at all. When drills ended for a quick lunch, I followed my ass-dragging crew inside and threw my jacket onto a bench in the marble corridor of Beta Corps Command. Liz strolled off with the rest of the unit.

“Hold up, Grant.” My low voice cut through the recruits’ chatter.

I wanted her to lose her cool. I wanted to break her shell. I wanted to get some kind of reaction out of her because for damn sure she was driving me out of my mind.

She came to a halt and pivoted to face me. The winter chill had flushed her cheeks apple pink and I detected a flare in her eyes she didn’t tamp down quickly enough.

Good.

The hallway deserted, leaving us alone. Approaching the woman, I stopped when only a scant space separated us. Her head was at the level of my chin. She knocked her head back, a glare searing me.

Better.

“Are you using my attraction for you against me, Lieutenant Grant?” I leaned a little closer. She arched away from me without losing ground.

“You’re joking. Attraction? Is that what you call sneering and shouting constant orders at me?” Her fingers fell to her holsters. It was a sure sign she was agitated, one of the few I had learned to recognize.

Her sudden vehemence was exactly what I was looking for. She usually appeared so unruffled. I liked riling her up, pushing her buttons, making her cheeks brighten and her eyes sparkle. I wondered what her soft-looking parted lips tasted like, what her sexy body felt like naked.

“Yes. Since being pissed off at you is the only way I can be sure to keep my hands off you.”

“What?” Her mouth popped open.

It seemed I’d finally managed to catch her by surprise and I used it to my advantage, closing the final space between us. She stepped back. I ranged closer. She kept retreating and I kept advancing until she ran out of space just like she was going to run out of excuses to avoid me.

Caging her against the wall, I shifted forward until my chest brushed her breasts. I listened as her breath caught in her throat. Her hands flew up between us but I circled her wrists, holding them out to her sides.

I inhaled the scent of her so close. Womanly, but also the distinct metallic discharge of weaponry. The combination was addictive. Almost as intoxicating as the touch of her nipples pressing against me in tight little peaks beneath the woven cloth of her shirt.
I felt her muscles tense and blocked the thrust of her knee before it made contact with my balls.

Laying my lips against her ear, I said, “You’ll have to try harder than that.”

She didn’t struggle, nor did she scream. Her hips moved almost imperceptibly, pushing to meet mine. My stiff cock thumped when our pelvises made contact and I couldn’t contain my groan.

For a few seconds neither of us moved. I soaked in the contact of our bodies that nailed a screaming need in my groin to come right then. Liz slapped her ass back against the wall so fast, cooler air swirled between us.

I opened my eyes to find hers hooded.

“Permission to speak freely, Sir.” The way she tacked on Sir was clearly meant as an insult but I didn’t care. I finally had her where I wanted her.

I tangled one hand and in her shiny black hair. It was as silken as it had looked. “When has my not giving you permission ever stopped you before, Liz?”

“You’re an arrogant son-of-a-bitch,” she hissed.

I laughed. I laughed so loud it echoed around the vacant hall and filled me like a vessel that had been empty of joy for years, which wasn’t far from the truth.

“I don’t know if I can trust you for even a second but by God, I want you.” Releasing her hair, I skimmed my hand down her neck.
Her pulse kicked against my palm. She moistened her lips. Her breath stuttered as did her words. “I…I don’t think that’s a wise idea.”
“I never was a smart boy.”

“Commander—”

“Linc, call me Linc.”

“Sir.”

My lips hovered above hers and my gaze never wavered from the pout of her mouth. Her tongue peeked out to wet her lips.
“Just say my name once,” I rasped.

I felt her shuddering breath before she whispered, “Linc.”

I fell forward onto my forearms braced against the wall. I found the nook of her neck and nuzzled her there, not kissing, not licking but wanting to so much. When I freed her hands, she slid them around my waist and up my back, finding purchase on my shoulders.
“Ah. Fuck, Liz.” Just that faint touch, her first capitulation, was enough to make me grit my teeth against the need to pump my cock against her.

But I wouldn’t come in my pants. I wouldn’t rip her clothes off and thrust into her in the middle of the hallway.
I loosened her hands, kissing each palm before placing them at her sides. I brushed the hair from her eyes and thought about her lush lips one more time.

“We can’t do this here.”

She wriggled free. “Who says we’re doing it at all?”

Turning to take her place against the wall, I let my head thunk back. I smiled. “Maybe not now, but we will.”

“When hell freezes over.”

“Oh, I think it’ll be sooner than that.”

“Then you’ll have to try a hell of a lot harder.” With that, she marched off. As usual, Liz didn’t look back. She didn’t let her shoulders sloop or her posture weaken. But there was a new sway to her backside I reckoned she wasn’t aware off.

Scooping up my jacket, I went back outside. The blasting wind didn’t cool me off one bit. She’d left me even more intrigued. Turned on. Goddamn frustrated. One more night alone with my hand…my cock ached…

I wanted Liz totally bare and writhing in my bed, begging for me to fuck her.

I was going to make sure that happened.

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DON’T TELL SERIES:
In His Command, #1 In the dystopian future, two men discover attraction isn’t just dangerous. It’s deadly.
Amazon B&N iTunes

On Her Watch, #2 War is raging in the InterNations Territories, and within Lieutenant Liz Grant’s heart.
Amazon B&N iTunes

In His Sights, standalone novella Can two enemies overcome the battles within and the war without to find love? Or will the Revolution destroy their chance at happiness?
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Coming in 2015, the series finale: Under His Guard
Of course you can still read the brand new short–’Blondie’ POV–In His Heart here on my website or at my Facebook page.
Thanks for reading, all!
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On Her Watch - Outtakes of Awesome!

6/9/2014

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Okay, if you follow me on FB or Twitter, y’all already know this.However, some do not.
​ Therefore…I want to share the new outtakes for the new release of On Her Watch!

​We have sexy, sweet, funny, and heartfelt. We have ***LINC CUTLER POV***
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Linc on his childhood with Nathaniel–it’s here!
http://literatibookreviews.com/2014/06/05/on-her-watch-by-rie-warren-blog-tour-review/
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​Scroll down, scroll down…GOTCHA!
Good soldiering? I could do that. I’d proven myself reliable in combat from the time I turned sixteen,

​but a spent weapon at the end of the day didn’t ease the gnawing hole where my heart should be.
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A hole that had begun early in my youth, when I’d been forced to choose one parent over the other.

My eyes sank closed as I remembered a slightly happier time—one

that was almost worry free, except for when our father lost his temper with Momma.

​Aren’t you dying to read Linc’s thoughts on Liz? WOOF. And *welp*
http://romancingrakes4theluvofromance.blogspot.com/2014/06/forever-romance-blog-tour-excerpt-from.html
“Permission to speak freely, sir.”

The way she tacked on sir was clearly meant as an insult but I didn’t care. I finally had her where I wanted her.

I tangled one hand in her shiny black hair. It was as silken as it looked.

“When has my not giving you permission ever stopped you before, Liz?”


“You’re an arrogant son-of-a-bitch,” she hissed.

​I laughed. I laughed so loud it echoed around the vacant hall and filled me like a vessel that had been empty of joy for years,
which wasn’t far from the truth.


“I don’t know if I can trust you for even a second but by God, I want you.

” Releasing her hair, I skimmed my hand down her neck.


​Her pulse kicked against my palm. She moistened her lips.
Her 
breath stuttered as did her words. “I . . . I don’t think that’s a wise idea.”

“I never was a smart boy.”

Last outtake which is fucking funny! Put Big Man, Blondie, and Liz in a room together, with an interviewer…this is what happens
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​http://www.lilyelement.com/2014/06/review-interview-giveaway-on-her-watch.html
“Of course. So tell me, Commander Cannon, what’s your favorite color?”

With a gentle stroke of his fingertips along Blondie’s (aka Nathaniel’s) cheek, he smiled, “Blue.”

In response to his lover’s caress, Nathaniel cheeks reddened, and the azure blue eyes Cannon noted lowered in seeming pleasure.
Sitting on the other side of her former Commander, Liz smirked. “Blue balls, maybe.”

“Not anymore.” He shot back. Then he chuckled. “You’re the only one with a bad case of blue balls.”

“Just because I don’t have my own Fuck Bunny…” As she pulled her booted feet off the table, she drummed short fingernails on the arms of her chair.

​“But I’m glad you finally admit I’ve got the balls to back up my boasts.”
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On Her Watch reviews that make my heart sing:

Literati Book Reviews–ON HER WATCH
 “In her latest installment of the Don’t Tell series, we get more explosions and more explosive sex. More angst, drama, and feel goods that I’ve come to associate with Warren’s post-apocalyptic world… The drama is intense, the sex is hot, and the talk is dirty. Well done, Rie Warren. Well done. I can’t wait to read what happens next when the saga continues.” -4.5 Stars

Smitten With Reading–ON HER WATCH “Liz and Linc’s chemistry is sizzling and this book definitely lives up to its erotic rating…It’s an interesting world and it will be interesting where things go from here. Things definitely change at the end of this book, but the war is far from over and I definitely look forward to more.” -B+

Butterfly-o-Meter Books–ON HER WATCH “If you’re into hot romance between kickass soldiers, diversity, struggles for freedom and delish antihero flavored heroes who end up winning you over irrevocably, do give this a read.”

Sexy Erotic Xciting–ON HER WATCH “On Her Watch left me breathless, emotional and intrigued. I adore this series and although dystopian is usually not my genre, Rie Warren sucked me in with her superb sense of style and characterization. Damn- this reader now has a new favorite series!” -5 Handcuff Review

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