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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.

To celebrate the release of Under His Guard, In His Sights is FREE this week! This is a standalone novella with all the hotness and thrills you’ve come to love in the Don’t Tell series. 

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There’s also a GIVEAWAY with some seriously awesome prizes! 

Thanks for going on this wild journey with me. XOXO~


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Sugar Daddy & Carolina Bad Boys Mash-Up

12/30/2014

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Yup. You heard that correctly. It’s Frankie the Tailor and Augie from Sugar Daddy. Just a little bit of extra fun from Love, In The Fast Lane. 

Bonus scene #1.​
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Love, In The Fast Lane and Sugar Daddy Mash-up

Frankie the Tailor and August DuBose the Gay Gadabout Town
I ambled up to the tables outside Rue de Jean restaurant easily spotting August’s Panama hat. My cane tapped on the flagstones, and he turned his head.

“August, my man.”

He stood as I approached. His silver hair glinted in the sun, and I paused for a moment to admire his suit—one of my own, of course. It draped beautifully on his tall frame. August Du Bose, one helluva handsome fox. We’d torn it up a time or two back in the day. August was my introduction to the scene when I “relocated” from New York to Charleston.

One helluva lover, too, although now we were hands-off, friends only.

I wrapped my arms around him, thumping him on the back with the polished grip of my cane. “Dapper as usual, my friend.”

“Well, I can’t fault the threads, Franklin.” He pulled back and indicated his table. “I ordered for you.”

Franklin. Hmph. August knew he was the only one who could get away with calling me that. Always smooth and polished on the outside, my foppish friend was a rough-riding fag on the inside just like me. He knew how to get his fists dirty, too, when push came to shove.
I waited for him to sit before I took my chair. He wasn’t the only one with manners, and I knew my Augie appreciated that shit.

Laying my cigar case on the table, I glanced at the waiting iced wine bucket. Impeccable choice, as always. Muscade de Sevre et Maine.
“And mussels?” I asked.

August winked at me. “On the way.”

“You know me too well, my friend.”

“Ain’t that the damn truth?” His deep chuckle still made me shiver.

“What’s the what, eh? Lookin’ for a little noontime nookie?”

His laugh rumbled even more. “Oh, honey. I think we both know that ship has sailed. Besides, I’ve got my sights set on someone else.”
I took a sip of my wine and leaned back in my seat. “Prince Harry again?”

“Ha!” August swept both hands through his silvery hair. “Mmm hmm, all that British beefcake—”

“To corrupt.”

“Or at the very least dress.” August clinked his glass to mine.

“Think I’d rather work on the undressing part with the little prince. Got me a thing about redheads.”

“Hell, you’ve got a thing about guys with cocks.”

I tapped my cane on the flagstones in assent while someone at the next table tutted August’s use of the word “cock” apparently. They better watch it, I wasn’t the Italian tailor for nuthin’. There were many uses for pinking shears.

August rolled his eyes. “Anyone would think we’re the only two flamers in Charleston.” He threw his voice extra loud.

“Hey, I take offense to that. I’m not a fairy. I’m a big buff Eye-talian queer. Speak for yourself.” I lit up, and blew the copious cigar fumes toward the table beside us. That’d shut ’em up.

“This reminds me of the old days.” August propped his elbows on the table.

“What? Like last year?”

His grin widened. “Yessir. Remember that piece of shit we had to take care of?”

“Who? That goon bothering Shay?”

“Shepperd Slaughter. Yeah.”

“Had to go a little slaughterhouse on him.” My laugh was menacing. “Good thing we let Reardon fire him first, huh? Hey now, show me a picture of that new little lady of theirs.”

August had a full set of photos in his wallet. Proud as a parent himself.

“Shit, man. She’s precious. Looks just like her momma, huh?” I traced the tiny little rosebud face with my fingertip. “What’s her name?”

“Lily Alexandra.” He flipped his wallet closed, beaming.

“You still got a thing for Reardon?”

“Oh, Franklin. That man is fiiiiine. Damn. Shay loves me though, she still lets me drool over him as long as I keep feeding her fashion advice.” He leaned back and crossed one leg at the knee. I admired the perfect cuffs on his trousers. “What about you? What’s this I heard about a wedding party? And you didn’t invite me? I love the nuptials as much as the next flamer.”

With that final flamer comment, the table next to us cleared out. Good. Wouldn’t have to hurt them later. I blew cigar smoke after them.
“Josh Stone. Mama mia.” I kissed the tips of my fingers. “That man is hung and hunky and has stud written all over him.”

“Well, I think I might need to go get my tires looked at.”

“Don’t get any funny ideas. My big beefy mechanic didn’t even want to take a ride on the Italian sausage.”

“My oh my, that must be a first for you. Of course, he is straight.” August smoothed out the creases in his trousers.

“As straight as your guy,” I muttered. “Both successful.”

“All about the family.”

“And fuckhot.”

“And fuckhot, ain’t that the truth.” August sighed as the waitress arrived with two steaming platters of mussels and a basket of baguettes. “Not to mention they’re practically neighbors in the Old Village.”

“And married,” I repeated. I dipped a mussel into the garlic and wine sauce and slid it into my mouth. Fuckin’ Nirvana. Not the Kurt Cobain kind.

“And married. It’s a damn crime, Franklin.”

“I’ll tell ya what a crime is. That friggin’ Nicky Love fan group.” I peered thoughtfully at my old friend. “August, you’d probably have put your own eyes out at the sight. I had no choice but to fix that shit up free of charge. Fuggin’ A.”

August snickered then dropped his bread onto his plate. His mouth also dropped open.

“What’s got your attention all of a sudden? Am I missing a prime piece of man meat?” I asked.

“The finest.” August picked up his Panama hat and fanned himself with it.

I had to see this. Casually slipping around in my seat--riiiight—I glanced behind me. Then my mouth joined August’s on the table. Black hair, stunning blue eyes, clean-shaved, handsome face, bright smile, and fucking laughlines. Then there was the Adonis body. “Is that?”
“Oh yes. Reardon Dade Boone.” Augie flapped his hat in my direction, and I snatched it from him.

“I see what you’re—oh holy shit.” My cane clattered to the flagstones.

“Praise the good Lord above. Who is that?”

“Josh motherfuggin’-A Stone.” In the flesh. The big, rugged, rough, sexy flesh . . . standing right behind Reardon at the hostess podium.

“You didn’t tell me he looks like that,” August exclaimed.

“You’ve been holding out yourself.”

“I think I’m gonna go slash my tires now,” August mumbled, half-rising from the table.
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“I wonder how fast I can get your Mr. Boone in my fitting room. M’I right?”

LOVE ON AMAZON

 
STONE ON AMAZON

RIDE ON AMAZON


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Interview with the Revolutionaries

7/5/2014

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This Don’t Tell series outtake first appeared on Lily Element. Many thanks for hosting me and my dubious crew  The interview takes place during the time between In His Command and the opening of On Her Watch.
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The interviewees walked into the room after checking their various guns, knives, and other hardware at the security point. Under breath complaining could be heard as Caspar Cannon held out a chair first for his husband, Nathaniel, then for his former second-in-charge, Lieutenant Liz Grant. The trio settled at the table, wearing varied combinations of black leather and tough camouflage.
They made an interesting group—three of the most wanted rebels by the InterNations government. Cannon the tall, muscled military man had short dark hair and an intense expression. His caramel brown eyes and swarthy looks were almost identical to Liz Grant’s although they weren’t related. She stood tall, slim, strong with razor sharp black locks—what one would call a pixie cut, but never to her face. In direct contrast to his lover and his new friend, Nathaniel—ex head of Technical Acquisitions for the Company but a Freelander through and through—boasted an ultra modern long stripe of golden blond hair that when pulled back revealed the shaved sides of his head. His stubble was shaved neatly, his blues eyes sparkled, and his easy grin was as infectious as I later found his drawl to be.
He and Caspar made a striking couple.
Cannon brushed a hand down the back of his neck. “So, are we ready to roll here or what?”
“Yeah. It’s not like there’s a Revolution to fight or anything.” Liz popped her knuckles and propped her boots on the table.
“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 return to his lover’s caress, Nathaniel cheeks colored 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 pushed her boot-shod 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 mouth.”
“More balls than brains. And I sure as hell hope so since you’re going up against Linc Cutler alone.” Cannon’s already deep voice had lowered to a dangerous tone.
“Maybe it’s time for another question?” The Freelander with the longish blond hair pointed out from his side of the bickering pair.
“Sure thing. Underwear or commando, Nathaniel?”
While Nathaniel flushed beneath the short golden stubble on his cheeks, Liz cackled with glee. “I know. I know! Nathaniel goes Commander.”
“Damn straight.”
“Y’all think I could get a word in edgewise?” Blondie interjected.
“Nope,” came his companion’s twin responses.
“Kill me now, please.” Nathaniel’s mock frown was completely unconvincing. “And if I can’t go Commander, I prefer to go commando.”
Cannon’s licked his lips, staring at his husband.
“So, what is your twin brother, Commander Lincoln Cutler, like?”
Tugging at the double helix ring in his ear, Nathaniel frowned. “Ruthless. Single-minded. Ambitious.” He glanced sideways at Liz. “Uh…but don’t let that worry you.”
Cannon sat back to rub both hands over his face. “Greeeat.”
Turning slightly paler, Liz pursed her lips, then blew out a long breath. “Yeah. No sweat, like I said.”
“How do you feel about your upcoming engagement in Beta Territory, Lieutenant Grant?”
“First of all, it’s not an engagement of any kind. It’s a mission. And dammit, how come you give them the easy questions like whether they hang to the left or right but you want to get all interpersonal with me?” The eye-catching woman fingered her empty holsters in an agitated manner.
“We all think you’re an extraordinary woman, Liz–”
“Extraordinary pain in the ass.” Cannon blustered.
Liz reached out and punched his shoulder.
“And people want to know more about you.”
“I think she just called us boring, Big Man.” Nathaniel sought to ease the tension in the room.
“Would you care to answer the question?”
Liz gritted her teeth. “How about no?” She knocked her head back before piercing me with an unforgettably haunting stare. “Fine. I’m going because I can do more good in Beta than anywhere else and I need to know what the hell really happened to my dad. I don’t buy the bullshit Nomads killed him spin anymore. If I have to bend over backwards to get on Linc Cutler’s good side I’ll do it. But I am not going to end up in the cutthroat Commander’s bed.”
“Those are pretty vehement words.”
“There’s plenty more where those came from.” Her lips curled into a smirk. “PS. I wear cotton panties instead of thongs because I prefer to use floss on my teeth instead of in my ass, thank you very much.”
After blanching through her tirade, both Cannon and Nathaniel laughed along with her, highlighting their easy camaraderie.
“Here’s one for everyone: what book are you reading now?”
Cannon popped up. “The Art of War. I found it in the Chitamauga library. I’m trying to source out new strategies. Or old, forgotten ones from Old History, I guess.”
“How did you end up with such a romantic, Nate?” Liz asked.
“Don’t knock it til you’ve tried it,” he returned.
“Tried him? No thanks.”
“Gross.” Cannon’s nose wrinkled.
“I’m readin’ Don Quixote,” Nathaniel drawled.
“You and your windmills.” His husband linked their fingers together.
“They’re Hatch’s windmills not mine. And that’s not what the book is about.”
“What about you, Lieutenant?”
“The History of Modern Art,” she answered.
Cannon blinked at her. “The history of huh?”
She flicked him on the forehead. “Shut it. Both our books have art in them. And don’t be such a Neandrethal. For fuck’s sake, Nate, what do you see in him?”
“I can answer that one.” The brown haired man lay one large hand in his lap with a suggestive grin.
“I’m not just after your cock.”
“Well it can’t be his smarts,” Liz quipped.
“I’ll have you know I’m very smart, thank you very fucking much.” Kissing the side of Nathaniel’s neck, Cannon murmured, “And you’ll be sucking those words later, Blondie.”
The two men gazed at each other with electricity racing between them.
Liz huffed. “Are we done?” Her chair scraped back and she gained her feet with feline grace.
“Well, not really. I still have ten other questions to–”
“So we’re done.” Cannon stood too, brooking no argument.
As they filed out, Nathaniel hung back to shake my hand with polite words of goodbye.
“C’mon babe. I got a new weapon to demonstrate for you.”
“Oh god. You’re talking about your cannon again, aren’t you?” Liz rolled her eyes.
Caspar stopped to wink at her and grabbed his man’s hand.
Nodding a hasty goodbye, Nathaniel loped after Cannon with a lusty smile.
 I watched through the open door as the trio collected their weapons and systematically checked their ammo. They left quickly and quietly becoming mirages melting with the crowd beyond the building.
One thing was certain. The InterNations Territories would never be the same. Now they just had to win the Revolution.
 
Comments can be directed to either Cannon, Nathaniel, Liz or the sometimes keeper of these characters—Rie Warren—in comments.  
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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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Coming in 2015, the series finale: Under His Guard
I will be posting the rest of the outtakes from On Her Watch soon, and of course you can still read the brand new short–‘Blondie’ POV–In His Hearthere on my website or at my Facebook page.
I hope all you Americans had a fabulous, fun, and save 4th! Remember to leave a comment, and like, share, love!
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In His Heart! Free Nathanial POV short!

5/28/2014

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Oh boy, this is a good one! Please note, this is a companion short to In His Command,
​Don’t Tell #1. Also, it is NSFW hot (of course it is…it’s our man Blondie)!
If you are not on Facebook, worry not. I won’t leave you hanging. Simply download the PDF here (just save to your desktop then send to your Cloud, Kindle, etc.):

You really should be on Facebook though, because today Blondie is taking over my page and Forever Romance for a Q & A session including a chance to win one of five advance copies of On Her Watch! Don’t miss out on the action. 
​https://www.facebook.com/RieWarrenRomance

And speaking of Liz…are you ready for On Her Watch? T-minus one week,
​y’all! Here’s a little somethin’ sexy to wet your appetite.
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In His Sights is FREE!

5/17/2014

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Go get your ***FREE*** copy of In His Sights . And then tell everyone you know to do the same 
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While you’re at it, go ahead and preorder your copy of On Her Watch! You will soon be swooning all over Commander Linc Cutler and cheering on Lieutenant Liz Grant. I think you’re gonna love it.
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Finally, I am just back from RT14 NOLA! What a blast! I did my first books signing, gave a away loads of awesome Don’t Tell series swaggy, and met some amazing people.
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Share the freebie news! The more the merrier. Leave me some love on Amazon if you get In His Sights for free? And watch this space, I have some incredibly cool things coming soon to get you ready for the On Her Watch launch.
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In His Sights! It's Live! It's **99 cents**

4/24/2014

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That’s right. You read correctly. In His Sights–my Don’t Tell novella–is live and it’s super low-priced! Can you say happy
(and hot, sexy, delicious, dangerous, romantic…all the good things)?

Where? Where? ​
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Here. Here.

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What early reviewers are saying:

Sexy Erotic Xciting–IN HIS SIGHTS
“In His Sights was a sexy read that kept this reader on the edge of her seat. Sci-fi thriller met romance as Hawke and Mayce found themselves on the opposite side of the law until one fateful day brought them together where what should have been hate, turned to lust then love.” –Definite S.E.X. A five handcuff review, by Evelise

Amazon–IN HIS SIGHTS
“It is touching to see the effect these two have on each other as their love 
grows. Even though in Mayce’s world their love is forbidden, and destined to be doomed, he is willing to forsake the only life he has known in the name of love. What I loved best about this book was the solid yet sassy style Warren seems to have patented.” 
-5 Stars, Romance Writer, Gemma Brocato

Goodreads–IN HIS SIGHTS
“As I sit here writing this, I’m a wasted puddle of goo.  I have tears streaming down my face and I am hot and bothered.

Mayce and Hawke are well developed – both their characters and their relationship.  And they are HOT!!! Right from the beginning the sex is smokin’ and it never loses that heat.  But what makes this story truly beautiful was the way their love for each other grew.” -5 Stars, Joelle Mendes

BLURB:
These sworn enemies have everything to lose and each other to live for. 

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. Waiting fordeath 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 war their dangerous trysts come at the risk of their own lives.

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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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On Her Watch, Don’t Tell #2, launches June 3rd, 2014 from Grand Central Publishing/Forever Yours and is available for pre-order here:

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But let’s not forget In His Sights! My male-male Don’t Tell novella coming at you April 24th, 2014.

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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Christmas Freebie Cover Reveal!!!

12/9/2013

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Sooooo, this happened when I got a wild idea over the Thanksgiving holidays. Maybe I was trippin’ after all that turkey. PS. If I see anymore fowl, I’m gonna start clucking, or cock-a-doodle-doodling.

Here is the AMAZING cover for my hot, m/m, holiday FREE short story
​coming 12*12*13 (fingers crossed)!! Love it much? Yes I do…
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Cover by Jada D’Lee Designs

Time for some BLURB!!

A bashful bouncer, a Cajun rock boy, and a Christmas Eve kiss that changes everything…
Brian “Beef” Carroway thinks he’s gay. No, he knows he is. He’s gruff, buff, and overcompensating for his big size and soft heart. Brian’s the badass bouncer at Mosh rock club where Cajun singer Jack Cotille moonlights for the month of December.

With a voice like sin, Jack is walking, talking, sexy temptation in the flesh. He’s also fly-by-night, possibly homeless, and chancing everything on a wing and a prayer. Just about the only thing Brian is sure of is traveling man Jack belts out dirty rock lyrics while promising the kind of pornographic sex he’s only fantasized about.

He’s definitely gay for Jack.


One Christmas Eve kiss leads to a night of heaven, a morning of hell. The holiday week leaves Brian aching for more than his wanderer singer can give as the New Year’s Eve countdown begins.

***WARNING: Explicit male-male sex and a hot holiday romance***

You can add it to you Goodreads (and later review, pretty please?) here


And on Thursday, you’ll be able to download the file FREE here


​Share, share, share! Comments, likes, and all love welcome.

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