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Storm cover reveal, Preorder, & exclusive excerpt!

4/23/2016

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There's a STORM brewing . . . 

Hey, y'all! Well, it's gonna be a helluva sexy spring, I can tell you that much. I've just finished the rough draft for STORM, JUSTICE comes on Monday *squee*, and after I bathe myself in wine tonight (kidding. What waste of good wine. The wine is going in my mouth ;-)), I'm going to start working on the 4th and final BAD BOYS OF X-OPS book--BANE--for June release!

And then plans. Oh, the plans I have. (If you're trying to picture me right now, I'm gleefully rubbing my hands together--without spilling a drop of wine. So talented). ​
STORM PREORDER
RIE ON AMAZON
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STORM COMING MAY 23rd!

Danger.
Lust. 
Desire . . . Trust? 
 
STORM 
I’m headed back to the Blood Legion MC in New Orleans, my old stomping grounds. Guns. Thugs. Broads. Cocaine nightmares. A Mexican cartel, cracker coke runners, and now there’s a new international threat in town.
 
Blaize Carmichael is my only partner in this op. Blaize. As a biker babe. Jeeesus. I’ve had a bone for her from day one when she walked into headquarters—haughty, superior, and always in charge.
 
There’s a goddamn good chance we’ll get made, played, and put in the grave as government-issue traitors. But I can’t help it—I love to get rough, raw, dirty, and dominant with her.
 
No more yes ma’am, no ma’am. Blaize is about to find out I don’t always takes orders as issued.
 
BLAIZE
I can’t stand the way Storm calls me woman or cher or sexy. As soon as we’re back in DC, I’m going to wipe that infuriating wicked smirk right off his dangerously handsome face.
 
I’m always prepared for every scenario. I’ve built my career on complete professionalism in and out of the field. But when Storm comes at me with wild animal lust—when he opens up to me--when he opens me up, I can’t say no.
 
I don’t want to.
 
We’re in danger every single day we stay in NOLA. There is no way we can make it out alive. Not together. Not this time. ​
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Exclusive first excerpt from Storm, Bad Boys of X-Ops III (a little bit of yuckity-yuck-yuck from the dudes):
 
PEDESTRIAN WALKING ALONGSIDE the inner streets of London was safe from Bane when he was behind the wheel of the fast, fancy car. Fuck, I wasn’t even safe, and I was sitting inside the vehicle right beside him.
“They drive on the left side of the road here, pahdnah.” I gritted my teeth, holding onto the fucking dainty oh shit bar in the Jaguar XKR-S GT.
“I know. I’m trying to throw them off our scent. And don’t call me pahdnah, you Cajun half-breed hillbilly.”
“Don’t know where you come off callin’ me hillbilly. You’re just another piece-of-trash street thug.” I snarled.
Bane shifted down, taking the hairpin turn with a squeal of tires and a wide grin I wanted to punch right off his face.
I glanced back, checking out the rear window to make sure we weren’t being tailed too closely.
I encountered Walker’s face as he sat in the backseat. He looked ready to puke all over his new shoes. His normally, naturally copper-colored skin as pale as thin smoke, and sweat popped out on his forehead.
When I straightened around, I tried pumping my foot on the brake pedal that wasn’t there. “Fuck’s sake, Bane. Is this a one-way street?”
“Looks like it,” he muttered, staring at the oncoming traffic in the tiny brick-paved lane.
Honking the horn with the heel of his palm, he swerved up onto the sidewalk. He narrowly avoided clipping an innocent civilian before taking a swift right that put us back onto a double-lane street.
“Jesus Christ.” I swiped my forehead. “Someone sure named you right. You definitely gotta be the biggest motherfuckin’ bane of my existence.”
“Them’s some mighty refined words for a no-count country boy.” Twisting the wheel into a hard right, Bane looked briefly back to make sure no one followed us.
“I worked my way into this job just like you did, thuggy, I just didn’t commit crimes along the way."
Bane laid more rubber tread on the road, punching down and making the engine scream through crowded streets. He swerved in and out of standstill traffic, raced over a bridge, and brought us to a slamming halt that spun the Jag one hundred and eighty degrees in its tracks.
“Missed a turn,” he mumbled out of the corner of his mouth.
I reached for my holster. The holster that was missing. Walker bitched and moaned in the back, taking up where I’d left off.
We were all weaponless and not a single one of us was happy about being stripped of our sidearms, knives, or brass knuckles. Or, in Walker’s case, semtex and C-4.
Bane chewed his lower lip, his eyes darting between the windshield, rearview, and sideview mirrors.
With another gut-twisting turn like the aerobatic aeronautical tailslides I liked to maneuver in an airplane just for the sheer fucking fun of it, Bane’s eyes lit up.
“Jesus cunting Christ! Why don’t you just take the next corner on rails?” I braced myself against the dashboard to stop from sailing headfirst through the windshield.
Tailslides worked better when I was at the controls. In a plane. Without goddamn Bane. Jeeeesus.
“Good idea.”
And so he did.
Couillon.
Walker was heard gulping down his gorge, quietly trying not to retch all over the backseat.
“You still blame me for what went down?” Bane stomped on the gas, sending the transmission into sixth gear.
“Will to my dying day.”
“Let’s see if we can speed that up, then,” the bastard answered.
Bane blew through Piccadilly Circus like he was drag racing in a jacked-up ’71 Camaro.
We sped past red double-decker buses. Cruised by camera-toting tourists. We took the rounded three-lane juncture on skidding, probably balding tires.
Oh look! The famous neon billboards! 
Sirens sounded in our wake. Loud and unmistakable. Possibly unshakeable.
“Hey, guys?” Walker’s voice sounded quaky.
Bane glanced back, inadvertently misdirecting the Jag into two lanes of oncoming traffic.
“Remember what I told you about being air sick, Storm?”
“Yeah.” I prepared for a ditch and roll move before Bane crashed us in a head-on collision.
Bane swung us out of harm’s way, bumping into a narrow alley where tall stone buildings nearly kissed above us and blocked out the fall sunlight.
“Make that motion sick.” Walker was getting ready to upchuck.
Jerking the car left, Bane blasted onto a road, his hard face showing the joy of the hunt.
“Bullshit. You’ll be fine.” He laid on the horn, swearing out the window at too-slow pedestrians.
They hustled to the curb, and he gunned the engine, nearly stripping the crosswalk of its white paint.
“You ride a motorcycle.” I pointed out to Walker, trying to take his mind off his--uuuh—imminent demise. “And a horse.”
“And Jade!” Bane pounded the horn just to scare a few extra people while I chuckled.
Then I remembered I hated him.
Then Walker’s long arms reached out, and he punched us both on the back of the head with punishing blows.
“You fucking mention anything about Jade again, and I’ll pack so much C-4 up your asses you’ll shit from colostomy bags for the rest of your lives.”
The car lurched with Bane’s stuttered reaction to Walker’s threat, and I wasn’t ashamed to admit it, my asshole puckered. So did my face.

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Coletrane is coming! Q/A & ARC Giveaway!

8/10/2015

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 Oh yes he is. In many ways. Heh!

See below for answers to all your questions, an exclusive excerpt from Coletrane, and a chance to win an ARC of his book, but first . . .
Don’t forget to get your PREORDER NOW ON AMAZON for the final Bad Boys of Retribution MC book!


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BLURB:
Series finale from the summer MC hit!

From the world of Carolina Bad Boys and Retribution MC, this bad boy biker likes to be in control, and he’s ready to take what he wants.

 Coletrane:
Her name is Sinclair Chatham. Sin. That’s exactly what she is—walking, talking, in the flesh sin. She’s haughty, privileged, so goddamn starlet sexy, with an ass I want to grab and spank raw.

I want her to give herself over to me. I want her to lose that polished princess veneer. I want to strip away the money, the manicures, the maids, the immaculate façade.

I need her to be mine. But I’m a grunt. A biker. A tattoo artist. I’m blue collar all the way, and her family will probably shit bricks if they ever meet me.

Not to mention, I’m running from a bad past that’s about to catch up with me.

Sinclair:

I would never go for Cole in a million years. He’s gruff, rough around the edges—and covered in ink. He’s unapologetic, demanding, and sometimes scary as hell. He tells me what he wants, how he wants it, and why he’s going to ruin me for all other men.

Coletrane destroys my vanity, gets inside my head while he gets into my bed, and I can’t say no to him. He’s not what I expected—tender at times, taking no prisoners at others. He breaks me down, builds me up.
 
He is not my type.

 They say opposites attract, and they’re right. I just didn’t expect him to turn my cushy life upside down and inside out. But it’s too late, and someone’s going to get hurt.
 
Warning: Graphic sex, graphic action, graphic language. Triple X caution.

 All four Retribution MC books available now—series complete!
Buy Hunter
Get Kinky Kinkaid
Bo is available now
Coletrane preorder!
(All books $0.99 right now, and available on Kindle Unlimited)

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EXCLUSIVE COLETRANE EXCERPT (probably NSFW):



As Sin giggled I waved vaguely around the four-room place. “So this is it. It’s not luxurious but—”

“It’s so clean.” She left my side to walk around the living room, her fingers occasionally coasting along the coffee table and the sound system set-up.

“Right? And I don’t even have a maid.” Lounging against the doorway opposite her, I winked.

“Shut up.” She rolled her eyes.
In just five long steps, I caged her against the wall. “Oh, I don’t think you want me to do that.”

I twisted her head up and crashed my lips to hers. My tongue lunged
into her mouth, stroking hers. Brutal. Hard. Wet. I swallowed the whimper that escaped the back of her throat, and her hands flew to my ass to pull me all the way against her.

With a grunt, I tore my lips free, licking them to taste more of her.

A sneer of lust crossed my face and my voice came out in a low deep rumble. “The things I’m gonna say to you tonight will make you so hot you’ll be begging me to fuck you harder, faster.” I nipped and licked the neck she arched for my tongue and teeth.

“Cole!” she gasped.

“Make your body ache for my cock.” I pressed my hips against her just once so she’d know what she was getting.

Then I stepped back, watching her as she panted. Her hair disheveled. Her tits jutting. Her eyes heavy.

“But we gotta talk about how this is gonna go down first,” I said.

“We do?” She slowly regained her composure. “This about the control thing again?”

“Mm hmm.” I dropped onto the couch and patted the cushion beside me.

She approached slowly and perched next to me.

“I want to push you to the limit. Find out what your limits are.”

“Is this about the power struggle,” she asked. “Does that get you off?”

“Not as much as you completely giving yourself over to me would.”

She hissed a sharp breath, her back arching unintentionally.

Damn. She might not like giving away control, but her body sure seemed interested in the idea.

Her voice a little shaky, she asked, “So is this a BDSM thing?”

I laughed, a long low sound. “Why, precious? Are you into the scene?”

“Of course not,” she snapped.

“Nothing wrong with that, you know?”

She narrowed her eyes on me. “I didn’t mean to imply that there was. Just—”

“You’re a good girl?”

Biting her lip, she gave a hesitant nod. She had no idea how hot she made me, just that little shot of insecurity in an otherwise totally impressive babe.

I scooted closer, dragging my fingers up her bare arm to the soft skin of her shoulder. “Wanna be my good girl?”

Again with the hesitant nod.

Jesus.

I withdrew my hand before I could be tempted to run it all over her smokin’ body. “It’s not a BDSM thing with me. I don’t call it that. Don’t call it anything. It’s just how I like to fuck.”

She made a small noise, and her thighs parted just a little bit. She was so ripe for this, right for me.

My voice lowered. “I don’t want to be your Dom or your Master or your Daddy. It’s not about pain. It’s about letting go. Finding out what gives you pleasure, and sometimes that’s not always orthodox.”

Her breath stuttered in an out as she shifted her gaze to me, her eyes sweeping over my face, my shoulders, my chest. “Do you ever just have sex?”

“Vanilla sex?”

Sin nodded, her cheeks turning a delicious shade of pink.
“I like all kinds of sex. Kinky. Straightforward fucking. Fast. Hard.” I turned toward her and kissed her lips between each subsequent word. “Long.” Kiss. “Slow.” A lingering touch of my tongue on hers. “ . . . anal.”

Her body snapped against mine, and her lips opened, her tongue rolling into my mouth.

After the soul scorching kiss that set my balls on edge, I eased my lips to her ear. “But if I’m really into a woman—and I’m really into you”--goddamn understatement—“I need to know it’s okay if I fuck you the way I want to.”

I leaned back. “So what do you say, Sin. Are you in?”

“I’m in.”

All the things you’ve been asking me (P.S. Thanks for contacting me, and never hesitate to ask me a question):
  1. When are we getting Boomer’s book, Rie? <–Boomer who? Kidding. I will be writing Boomer next. Promise. I’m looking for a late fall 2015 release (November). You can already follow his book–CHROME–on Goodreads and add him to your book shelf. His novel is book 4 in the Carolina Bad Boys series.
  2. What about Walker from Hunter’s book? He was tasty. <–Yes. He was. So, I have some ideas in the works for him concerning a new spinoff series. I’ll keep you posted!
  3. Whaaat? This is the end of the Retribution MC series? Why? What about Tail and Handsome? <–I asked on FB and most folks wanted Handsome first. These books–which I am planning–will take part as full novels in the ongoing Carolina Bad Boys series. Hellz yeah!
  4. Killian Slade from Bo’s book was hawt. Will there be more of him? <–Another Force Recon dude? As with Walker, I am playing with ideas for yet a third spinoff series. You like that, don’t you? Mm hmm.
  5. Frankie!! We want more Frankie the Tailor! (I will tell you Frankie has a few big cameos in Coletrane. <–Here’s the deal: I love Frankie hard. Fuggin’ A. So, I’m due a leetle time off, and I am toying with the possibility of serializing a short story for him, for free. There’s the possibility (if I do it. I might just sleep for a month instead) it will only be on my newsletter for the time being, here RIE WARREN NEWSLETTER. So sign up now! I may also do a very short Josh Stone POV from a specific part of the Steele book (I don’t want to give away spoilers). Again, on the newsletter. Free. Because free is fun.
  6. Sugar Daddy, and the Lowcountry Heat series . . . what’s happening with that, Rie? <–Y’all. I wish I could write every book that is in my head or, hell, in my dropbox with pages and pages of notes. I’ve received many emails about Ransome Boone, Reardon’s bro. First, I hope you’ve all read the new edition of Sugar Daddy I re-released as Indie January 2014 as I re-edited it and included a new final chapter. I have plans to finish this series with both Ransome’s story, and Palmer’s. I do not know when that will happen. For the moment I will be concentrating on all the Bad Boys, but trust. I hear you!
  7. When are you writing more M/M? <–I do have a new contemporary series. The first book is written. I’m keeping it completely under wraps at the moment as I’m not sure where it will be going, or when. Will it happen? Oh yes indeed.
  8. Signed paperbacks and swag, WANT. <–I hope to update my website in the next two months. I would like to include a “shop” on the new site. It will include (maybe not at first, but soon-ish) the ability to buy signed books and sexy swag! For now, if you’re interested, here is my AUTHORGRAPH page. All my ebooks are here for free (free!) personal signage.
The Carolina Bad Boys series:
STONE
RIDE
LOVE
STEELE

Thank you for making this one explosive summer! Super huge love to you, and happy, sexy reading.

Oh, and question time: Who is your fave Bad Boy so far?


***ANSWER IN COMMENTS AND I WILL CHOOSE ONE WINNER (from Random.org Friday, August 14th) to receive an ARC of Coletrane!*** 


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Bad Boys of Retribution MC ~ New Blurbs!

5/28/2015

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That’s right! I’m prepping books #2 and #3 right now! I hope y’all are ready for your sizzling southern summer care of the newest biker bad boys on the block.

~*~ Keep reading below for a sneak peek of Hunter! He’s coming at ya June 2nd ~*~

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NEW BLURB!
From the world of Carolina Bad Boys and Retribution MC, a steamy New Adult standalone novella . . . Magic Mike XXL ain’t got nothin’ on Kinky Kinkaid. 

Kinkaid:

Bonafide pussy magnet. Kinky Kaid I wanna get laid. Yeah, I’ve been called that shit and more. It comes with the territory. See, I’m a male stripper. I shake my moneymaker so I can pay the bills and take care of my people.


I’m also a hardcore, hell-bent biker dude, the newest prospect at Retribution MC. Probie 2.0, and they can never find out how I earn my living. Women love me. They toss their panties at me. They push hundred dollar bills into my G-string. I’m down and dirty and the honeys dig it. All but one.


There’s this girl, Sadie. She’s beautiful and funny and kickass with some major ink. I’d never make a move on her because she’s my best friend.


Sadie:

Best friend? Bullshit. Kinkaid treats me like I’m his kid sister. I’m the hell-raiser, the tomboy dirt biker, his late night call but never like that. He thinks he’s safe from me. I’m going to prove him wrong. I’ll make him see me as a woman one way or the other.


When I find out what Kinkaid’s been hiding there’s hell to pay. Except then he gives me a lap dance. A hot, wicked, panty-melting lap dance. A lap dance that unleashes our intense desire, fresh jealousy, distrust and anger.


Everything changes after that, and not for the better. I love him. I hate him. I can’t lose him. Sometimes I can’t stand him. He’s hot as sin on a sultry lowcountry night, and he’s still my best friend.


I don’t know if he’s man enough to give me what I need.


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


COMING JUNE 2015!


ADD TO YOUR GOODREADS SHELF

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From the world of Carolina Bad Boys . . . Bo Maverick is ex-Force Recon and a force to be reckoned with.
Bo:

I’m a lover, not a fighter. Yeah, right. Talk about bullshit. I’ve been fighting all my life, and I know zip about love. Frankly, I don’t want to. More than bullets whizzing past my head or the very real possibility of ending up dead, love scares the shit out of me. I’m used to guns and killing, blood and dust.

Lust.

That’s what I feel for this woman, my goddamn shrink, Veronica. Doctor Hartley digs inside my head. She asks me questions, which I never answer. I’d much rather take the smart, sexy Doc to bed, but I can’t because of our clinical relationship.

My last Force Recon mission destroyed any semblance of humanity I had left. Those little triggers go off all the time now. When I’m asleep. When I’m awake. When the memories are raw. I bolt up, at knife point again, but there’s no enemy now.

Just Veronica and me.

Veronica:


Veronica.
 Doctor Hartley. I told Bo to call me Ronnie like everyone else, but he refuses. He shows up like he has a cattle prod shoved up his ass and sits through the allotted hour for his counseling session impervious to every approach. He’s powerful, forceful, explosive. He doesn’t scare me.

My marine doesn’t speak, but his sharp gaze pierces me all the same. He watches me with all the greed of a hunger never sated, a need never fulfilled. A desire never explored. He stows his secrets safely away, but I’m patient. I’ll get to him if he doesn’t get to me first.

And when I have him? I’ll want him forever. I know this. But I can’t. His past might be complicated, but mine is a minefield, one that will blow up in our faces before all is said and done.

Too bad. We could be so good together.

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

July 2015 release!
ADD TO YOUR GOODREADS SHELF

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EXCLUSIVE HUNTER EXCERPT!

The plates stacked on the bedside table, I gave her enough time to finish her drink before getting up to kick off my jeans. There was almost an entire pack of condoms waiting, and I didn’t want to waste another minute.
Her gaze drifted to my rigid cock then back to my face. “You were hungrier than me.”
“Big appetite. For everything.” Lifting the blankets at the end of the bed, I crawled beneath and settled between her legs to demonstrate just how greedy I was.
Later, when I’d had my fill of her sleek cunt in my mouth, I spooned against her. I scooped her tits in my hands, and slowly fucked each hot, heavy inch of my cock into her.
“Fuck, JB. You’ve got one hell of a body.”
She gasped, rolling her hips against me. I took her deep and slow, my lips pressed to her neck or ear or shoulder. Her face entranced me when she came, lips parted, eyes closed, soft moans slipping out.
“Oh fuck yes, Hunter. Unhhh. Keep going, keep . . .”
Her intense orgasm conjured mine. I sucked in a last breath then let loose with a full-body ripple ending in a rush of heat blasting from my cockhead. The pulsing sensation drew me deeper into her, my hips jerking, my arms squeezing her against me.
“Holy fuck,” she whispered.
Turning her to me, I kissed her cheeks and her lowered eyelids. I placed my lips against the hard-beating pulse in her throat. “You’re still alive.”
“Mmm. You’re good.” She stretched from head to toe.
“So are you.” And she felt damn good in my arms. I combed my fingers through her tumbling locks, easing out the snarls caused by our sex-fest.
She rubbed her palm against my chest, teasing my nipples, playing with the hair. “You’re hot.”
“So are you.”
She slipped her leg over my thigh and caressed the sole of her foot up and down my calf. The action brought the heat of her pussy against my newly interested cock.
“Stay tonight?” I struck while the iron was hot.
“Can’t. Early start tomorrow. In fact, I should probably get going.” She uncoiled from me and slid from bed.
As she searched for her clothes, I had the pleasure of watching her. Her delicate-looking body had mega-curves that overflowed my hands. The soft brown waves of her hair draped across her shoulders and tits. Every once in a while, a nipple peaked out.
“Oh yeah? The Monday grind?” I moved into her warm spot and got another dose of her perfume.
“Mm hmm.” She gave no further comment, firmly shutting off that line of conversation.
Maybe she didn’t want to get any more personally involved than I did. Maybe that was a good idea to hold onto.
I walked her out with her hand held in mine. At her Ducati—fire engine red unlike her lipstick, which was long gone by now—she tugged on a pair of riding gloves. Our breath formed little puffs of white clouds in the chilly November night.
Pinning her to me with an arm around her waist, I melted our lips together. I forgot all about the cold air with her warm mouth cushioning mine, her tongue darting inside. The goodnight kiss went on and on, heating me from the inside out.
She broke the kiss. “I need to go.”
“Yeah.” I swooped in, sucking her bottom lip between mine.
She whimpered before twisting her fingers in my hair, gripping me harder.
I pulled back with a groan. “You really have to leave?”
“Uh huh.” She nibbled on my neck, rasping her tongue on the dark stubble.
“Because I can wake you up for work.” My palms settled on her ass.
“Uh unh.” She plucked at my lips.
“So who’s gonna stop first?” I dove back inside her mouth, my tongue lunging inside.
“You are, because you’re a gentleMAN!” JB squealed the last part as my fingers maneuvered down the front of her jeans.
Pushing against her pussy, I gritted out, “Says who?”
“Ohhh.”
I circled my fingers against the top seam, aiming for her clit. “One more for the road, JB?”
She broke free with a low laugh, wobbling on her legs. “You play dirty.”
“You should know that by now.”
“I’m going.”
“Wanna make sure your legs can hold you up first?”

Release date: June 2, 2015
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Don’t Tell Series Finale + A Freebie!

2/3/2015

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It’s time to celebrate Under His Guard, the Don’t Tell series finale! I can’t wait for you all to read this. The early reviews are awesome, and Darke and Leon simply stole my heart!

It’s a brave new Dystopian world.

The Revolution is ending, and the romance hits hot, heavy, and fast. We’ve waited–bated breath–for three books to get to this point where everything comes together. You’ll get to see Cannon and Nate, and Liz and Linc, on this journey into the new unknown with our heroes Darke and Leon at the forefront.

A race against time . . . 

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In the year 2071, the war has reached a turning point for the rebel army, the Freelanders. As they battle the InterNations government, the Freelanders vow to fight to the last man—and there are fewer and fewer men . . .

Tough rebel soldier Darke has lost a lot in the war: his family . . . his friends . . . his lovers. His only respite from heartbreak and grief is the tender moments he spends with Leon, a brave warrior who has proven himself countless times on the battlefield. Fearful of getting hurt again, Darke tries to ignore their undeniable attraction . . .

When Leon is seized by the enemy and infected with a deadly virus, he becomes a walking time bomb set to wipe out the entire rebel population. With time running out for Leon and the Freelanders, Darke must face his feelings for Leon and race to find a cure.

EXCERPT:


“Let me feed you.”

His tongue wet his lips. His voice turned husky. “Okay.”

I dipped a piece of bread in a saucer of rich honey. “Open your mouth for me.” His lips opened and I couldn’t help but imagine the head of my cock pushing through them to be welcomed by his tongue.


Honey dripped down my fingers. It drizzled onto his tongue. He sucked it inside and I groaned. I swiped more honey from the bread over his lips until his mouth was shiny.


“Take a bite,” I forced out.


He tore off a chunk with a grin. The gorgeous bastard was playing with me.


The seductive dance continued with cubes of cheese and slices of fruit. Watching him eat was one of those simple pleasures I hadn’t let myself enjoy. I soaked it all in, not knowing how long any of this would last. With that thought always in the back of my mind and Leon stretched against me, I dipped my fingers into the honey and fed them to him one by one. Watching his smoky eyes, listening to him hum as he suckled my flesh took simple pleasure to heightened intensity. When a drop of honey clung to the corner of his lips, I gave up resisting. I licked his mouth, pausing to dip just inside.


Eyes hooded and heavy lifted to mine. “Now I can touch you?”


“Yes.” I barely got the word out.


He got off the bed, put the tray on the small table by the window, and returned to crawl between my outstretched legs. Grasping both sides of my shirt, he slid it down my shoulders and off my arms.


“I could eat you up, beb.” Fingers sliding along my torso, trailing as if counting the muscles clenching at his touch, he sunk his teeth into the sinew between my neck and shoulder.


My head cranked back. My hips surged up.


He soothed the bite with his tongue. “So many muscles. I like my men big but you’re like a fuckin’ tank.”


He squeezed my pecs, rubbing his palms in circles. His mouth joined his hands. His wet pink lips and flushed skin stood out against my black body. When his tongue flicked one nipple, I growled at the harsh pleasure. My cock reared up, looking for an escape from my pants. I felt it press against Leon’s hip. He sucked my other nipple and grinded down on my length.


My need was a bright hot coil low in my groin. “My turn,” I said.


Taking him by his hips, I swiveled him around until he flipped to the bed beneath me.


He gripped my biceps. “Mmm. I like it when you use dem muscles on me.”


Fucking hell.
I could barely see straight, thinking about what it would be like to rip his pants off and attack his body, grab his tight ass and pull the cheeks open. I sucked hard on his neck, laughing when his back arched and his words became garbled. I gave him another love bite at the muscular hollow of his collarbone, bruising his skin until it turned red, then purple.


I tugged his shirt off, throwing it behind me. I undid his belt and quickly whipped it away. I stared at his swollen lips, remembering how he’d turned away earlier when I’d tried to kiss him.


I inhaled sharply and retreated from the bed. “I think you better do
the rest.”


“You wan’ me to take it all off?”


I shook my head no, meaning yes, of course.


“Too bad. ’Cause I’m commando under these.”


Jesus fucking Christ.
That was a visual I didn’t think my cock could withstand. I turned away, keeping my back to him through sheer force of will as I heard the rustle of clothes. When I heard his pants thunk to the floor, every single muscle from my calves to my shoulders tensed.


“It’s safe to look now.”


I doubted that very much.


He lay on his back. He regarded me with a smile on his lips, arms crossed behind his head. Tufts of soft-looking hair under his arms mirrored the thin line that trailed from his navel and beneath the sheet around his waist. His biceps were two tight hills of muscle. He wasn’t a massive brute like me but a tasty, perfect package of slim strength and sexuality.


“So all’s I gotta do to get into your bed is find out I’m destined to die in a few weeks?” Biting his lush bottom lip, Leon sent me a wink.

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Coverpalooza! ON HER WATCH REVEAL!

4/3/2014

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Well, I’m just gonna say this: *GULP* and *GROPE* Why don’t we dive right into the sexy that is On Her Watch?
And by dive, I mean lick.
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Squee_squee_squee!


On Her Watch, Don’t Tell #2
Please meet Beta Corps Commander–and all around bad-ass–Linc Cutler. And First Lieutenant Liz Grant, the femme fatale and famed soldier who knows her way around more than one type of gun.

​Are you ready for them to set fire to the Revolution and burn up the sheets?
Blurb:

The year is 2071 and all hell has broken loose. As the government tries to control the territories that were once the United States, an armed rebellion erupts . . .

AWOL from her military post, Lieutenant Liz Grant will do anything for the rebels she now calls friends. Her latest mission: return to the Beta Corps army and obtain classified information that could turn the battle in the revolutionaries’ favor. There’s only one problem: Commander Linc Cutler.

Strong, coldly handsome, and always in control, Linc is perplexed by the beautiful soldier brought in for questioning. He doesn’t know if he believes her explanation for why she went missing. He only knows his intense sexual desire for her cannot be denied.

​My, my, my. I don’t know what to tell you. Secrecy and sabotage? Lust vs. loyalty? Love? Victory? You’ll have to read to find out.

​Top secret sneak peek at On Her Watch, Don’t Tell #2:


At my back, another heat shivered up my spine. Linc hadn’t made a sound, but I felt him. Hunched in front of the furnace, not looking back, I asked, “Let me guess. Little Miss Piss tipped you off?”

His footsteps rang while he ranged closer. “Are you having issues with LT Burr already? She just returned from a mission.”

Sabine Burr, snitch bitch, a burr in my backside.

“Nah. We’re destined to be best friends.” I closed the iron gate of the furnace and swiveled around to perform a desultory salute. “Commander.”

“Grant.” He ambled closer.

“If Burr didn’t come crying to you, then why are you here?”

“I was looking for you. Plus, I could ask the same of you.” Perspiration tracked down my neck, and he watched it with avid attention before asking, “What are you burning?”

“My bras.”

A grin lit up his whole face, putting Nate’s pair of dimples to shame.
“Maybe I should fish them out.”

“Help yourself.” I stepped aside, hoping to break the strange intensity growing between us.

“I think those were personal records you’d rather not have anyone see.” Tilting his head to the side, he gave some serious attention to my chest before adding, “Not your brassieres.”

“I think the heat’s getting to you, sir.”

His advance brought him against me. “What are you hiding?”

My face tight from the fire, from his nearness, I turned my head aside. “A dick that could probably rival yours.”

Fingertips coasting under my chin, he tipped my face to his. “I don’t buy that. I think you could be very soft if you wanted to be, Liz.”

“Call me Grant.” My heart battered in my chest.

Linc’s whisper licked my ear. “Grant, is that how you like it? Cold, impersonal?”
Yes.

“Or long, hot, personal for hours on end?”

Clamping my tongue between my teeth, I let the wash of lust roll over me.

“What were you burning?”

“I like to write sometimes, okay? It helps me clear my head.” This was the second admission he’d coaxed from me in just a few hours. I pushed Linc away and tried to move past him.

He blocked me. “I haven’t dismissed you yet.”

Linc’s fierce visage as smoldering as the dark chamber, I stood my ground, watching his broad shoulders disappear from sight as he moved behind me. Thick forearms hitched around my waist, pressing me flush against his chest. His arousal was rigid and heavy against the small of my back.

“I like it when you tell me the truth, Liz.” His tongue darted and withdrew from the nape of my neck, making way for a husky whisper. “Now, do you remember what General Order No. 1 is?”

“Division wide prohibition of sex during wartime, sir.” My voice sounded breathy while I recited the military policy stating there was a ‘no sex for soldiers’ law in effect.

Warm lips grazed my hammering pulse point before moving up to my ear. “Very good. Think you can keep it up?”

​I spun around. “I can maintain protocol, commander.”

“We’ll just see about that.” A smile flirted around the edges of his lips. “If you’re quite done burning those bras, come with me.”

Yuss. What did I say earlier? Gulp and grope. For another teaser, check out the On Her Watch book page.

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This should set you up for what’s to come. All I have to say is huge h00rgasm over Hawke and Mayce. If you loved ‘Big Man’ Cannon and ‘Blondie’ Rice…you do not wanna miss out on this brand new series spinoff of seriously heart-pounding, thigh-clenching hotness with two new men at the onset of the Revolution.

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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Cover UNF! In His Sights, Don’t Tell Novella

3/27/2014

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What can I say, y’all? So far 2014 has been pure madness and mega-awesome. Let’s keep it that way.

COMING APRIL 24th, 2014–In His Sights! What do you think?
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EYEGASM! But wait, there’s more:

Can two enemies overcome the battles within and the war without to find love? Or will the revolution destroy their chance at happiness?

At the outset of the revolution against the oppressive Company regime, Hawke is a freedom fighter on a mission. Infiltrate Alpha Territory, kick some Corps ass, and stay alive. His plans unravel when he’s captured by the enemy on his first sortie. Prepared for death by the soldier sworn to kill him, all his training couldn’t have prepared him for what happens next.

A corporal in the Company’s military branch, Mayce is a hard-liner intent on ridding his city of the insurgent threat. Yet one look at the gorgeous Freelander named Hawke and years of yearning and unrealized desires change his course permanently. If discovered, he’ll be branded a traitor and a homosexual—and sentenced to death.

​Mayce and Hawke act on their intense and immediate attraction. But amid the escalating revolution their dangerous trysts come at the risk of their own lives, as Hawke soon finds out.
EXCERPT:

“I’ll let him go, in return for you coming with me without a fight.” Firm lips pulled into a half smile as his gaze boldly delved into mine.

“Do it.”

“Hawke, no!” Timmy fell to his knees when the enemy propelled him away.

Gun swiftly cocked between my shoulder blades, the trooper started walking me down the far end of the alley. “I’d advise the kid to get the fuck out of Alpha before someone else tries to kill him.”

“Find Ryder,” I called back to Timmy who scrabbled to his feet. “Find him, and get home.”

Marching me around a corner and into an even deeper recess where no troops or Freelanders were to be seen, the corpsman kicked open a door and prodded me through it. Pushing me against a wall, he searched me roughly, adding my ammo belt and two knives to his collection. He grasped me by my hair and pulled me further inside. It appeared to be an old storage area, unused for a while judging by the dusty crates stacked against the walls. The building was somewhat secluded if you could ignore the bullets, bombs, and screams crackling in the not too far distance. The sounds of war were a reminder death waited around every corner and it looked like I’d just met mine.

After thoroughly sweeping through the adjoining room, the enemy backed me into a corner. “This should do.”

I firmed up my stance, lifting an eyebrow. “All this for my execution? I’d kinda thought when I died it would be somethin’ more along the lines of fluffy white clouds and fields of flowers.”

He regarded me with detached amusement. “You’ve got a smart mouth.”

“That’s not all that’s smart. Sometimes we rabid Nomads like to read books and shit too.” I glared at him.

Instead of responding, he eyed me all over. And, Jesus Christ, in some sick masochistic part of my soul, I thought he was sexy. He stood there like an open invitation to fuck, except for the gun pointed at my head. Smug and almost magnetic. My breath grew labored, this time not out of fear. Immediate and distracting attraction for the asshole who’d sooner plug a bullet in my brain than blow my cock invaded each and every one of my senses.

One corner of his lips pulled up, revealing neat white teeth and the tip of his tongue. “This is where you try to run, man.”

​Not Nomad, not scumbag, but man-to-man.

“I’ve never run from anything in my life.” I spat at his feet.


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