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There's a Storm Coming!

5/23/2016

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What happens when you mix the boss lady with an alpha badass, and an outlaw MC with X-Ops?​
STORM

☆ ✰ NEW RELEASE! $.99 & Free on Kindle Unlimited! ☆ ✰

5 Sexy Stars! One-click to meet your next book boyfriend today 
 
★☆★ Love comes in many forms, but so does danger ★☆★
 
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. 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.
 
★☆ Brand new alpha male series! Read all exclusively on Amazon or free on KU. ☆★
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NSFW Excerpt!
​“T-Zone took you in when the CIA wrote you off,” Blaize scathed.
“And y’all think you were the ones doing me the favor? Baby, you’d need an extra hand to count the number of successful missions I’ve carried out for T-Z, and you goddamn know it.” I pushed her back with my huge muscled body pressing against her.
I watched her swallow, but some seriously angry heat came off her.
It only made her sexier to me.
“You got no excuses for that off-op shit you pulled tonight, and you know it. And you do not want to play this game with me tonight.” I began undressing.
Shirt tossed. Boots thrown. Belt whipped out. Pants tugged down.
Crossing my arms over my chest, I stood in front of her—a foreboding, tall, dark shadow of fully fit and ready-to-fuck man. “Lose the clothes, Blaize, before I slice and dice them with my knife.”
She sucked in a breath.
“You and I both know it’s been building to this.” With my hand curled beneath her chin, I lifted her mouth until it brushed against mine. “If you don’t want to get fucked and fucked hard by me right now you better leave this room and run tail back to DC.”
“I don’t back down from a challenge.”
I laughed. “This ain’t a challenge. It’s sex. You and me. Clothes. Off. Now.”
She undressed while I stood right up against her. Her breath hit me, her soft panting gusts of air. My eyes dipped lower when she skimmed the shirt from her shoulders. Her bra—lacy and creamy white—almost overflowed with her tits. I didn’t help her unclasp it but watched with hungry intensity when she hit the hook and it popped free.
The straps dripped off her arms, and her puffy pink nipples rasped against the hair on my chest.
I chugged in a lungful of air, balling my hands at my sides. My cock, thick and hard, wet the bare skin of her belly with a skein of pre-come.
“The jeans now.” My voice was low, thunderous, chest-deep.
She wiggled free, her breasts connecting with my abdomen, which clamped like I’d been hit by a hammer blow. Those soft swinging tits colliding against me made my head ratchet back. But I kept focus. Kept my gaze on her when she stood up.
No Fucking Panties.
Nude. Blaize. She was all golden skin and incredible eyes and glowing hair.
And heat poured off her, firing through my veins.
I stepped away, rubbing a hand across the thick black stubble on my chin. Taking her in. Filling my sights. Memorizing her.
And that little pink pout of her pussy lips—shiny and slick already—below the narrow tangle of bronze-red curls.
“Fuck, Blaize.”
She held her shoulders back, placed her hands on her hips, and asked, “Do I pass muster, sir?”
“Get on the bed. All fours.” A muscle at the back of my jaw ticked.
Her nipples hardened with my harsh words, and I watched a trail of wetness weep between her legs.
Fuuuuck me.
I didn’t touch her. Not yet. But it was damn hard not to.
I watched as her ass swayed, her hips switched back and forth, and she got into position in the middles of the bed.
I was hugely hung, hugely hard, and really fucking angry. Blaize knew it, and she was ready for me.
This mating dance was nearly over.
But I didn’t let myself get close to her yet.
Couldn’t.
She needed to understand the new rules first.
I almost trembled in my skin, walking around the bed, viewing her lush bod from every angle.
My voice thickened from my throat and came out hoarse and husky as hell. “Fair warning. You’ll be screaming tonight. Not because I took a strap to your ass like everyone downstairs expects. But because I’m about to fuck you so good. And when you have a hard time walking and sitting down tomorrow? Won’t be because I punished you. But because I screwed you all night long, cher.” I prowled onto the bed behind her. “Understand?”
In answer, Blaize drew herself up and cupped her tits. I straddled right behind her. For a moment. Running my hands over her body. Touching between her legs and pulling her back to me when her pelvis kicked forward. Sliding my palms up over the indent of her waist and holding her hands down to her sides. Lifting her breasts, massaging them, palming both mounds and thumbing across her nipples.
With my hand at the back of her neck, I slowly laid her down. Laid her out. 

SEXY REVIEWS FOR STORM!
“Want another book boyfriend? It’s Storm! Storm’s infatuation with Blaize has been teased on in the last two books and I couldn’t wait to see what happened between the two of them when they were undercover together. Let me just say…DAYYYYUUUUM! Nothing like a little role reversal topped in leather.” ~Hines and Bigham Literary Tryst
 
“The simmering chemistry through 2 and a half books, finally EXPLODES into SCORCHIN' FLAMES of sexy scene goodness that made my kindle red hot! Rie Warren's talented writing style has twists and turns swirling everywhere, that make for frustrating, and yet seriously intense, OMG moments! This series keeps getting better and better with each book, and I CANNOT wait for the next one! HIGHLY RECOMMEND!” ~The Power of Three Readers
 
“This book had me glued to my kindle from start to finish. The writing was so amazing that it provoked emotions and made you care so much about the characters. It was loaded with action and danger and I cannot wait to go back and grab the first two books so I can reread this one and be prepared for the next book. Definitely adding this author to my favorites list because of this 5 star read!” ~Books 2 Books Blog
ONE-CLICK STORM NOW!
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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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Sexy Cover Reveal: Bad Boys of X-Ops #2!

3/31/2016

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It's alllll happening now!Try not to drool, y'all. Oh, okay. Go ahead and drool. I'll send you a little wipe cloth *wink*. JUSTICE, Bad Boys of X-Ops #2, is coming April 25, 2016! You heard that right. Less than three weeks after our man Walker hits the scene. Told ya I'd be keeping you busy this spring. Both books currently $.99 but that won't last so snatch them up now. They will be available on Kindle Unlimited. 
ADD JUSTICE & WALKER TO YOUR GOODREADS

Preorder Justice
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Good girl versus Bad boy. Southern charm comes head-to-head with military grit. They say opposites attract. That’s an understatement where Justice and Lawless are concerned.
 
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.
PREORDER WALKER
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Explosives are Walker’s specialty, but he’s never handled anything as combustible as his enemy, Jade Huntington.
 
WALKER
Goddammit. All I want to do is blow shit up. Is that too much to ask? But, no. What I get is mission frigging impossible in the middle of a Beirut hotbed. I’m the renegade of Operation T-Zone, but this time I swear I’m gonna do things by the book. That is, until Jade Huntington’s involvement in my op causes a brand new snafu. 
 
My tribal name means desperate warrior, and that’s exactly what I am for reasons I can’t outrun. And Jade? She’s personal enemy number one. An incredibly sexy one at that. But she’ll never find out just how desperate I am for her.
 
JADE
I’m not an assassin, even though I am badass. I’m a protector. Except when it comes to Walker. What I wouldn’t give to bore a bullet through his stubborn skull. We’ve been at each other’s throats for years, this time I’m determined to leave him in the dust after I shoot a few holes in him.
 
We’re forced to work together when Walker practically kidnaps me and my package: the woman I’m guarding, the target he’s assigned to take out.
 
Days on the run. Nights of enforced closeness. Fighting side by side. Ever-present danger ignites a desire I can’t control. But the endgame is so perilous Walker and I might not make it out alive. 
 
Four X-Ops alpha men. Four feisty wicked women. Four books you’ll want to sink your teeth into. Bad Boys of X-Ops.
 
Back to back, spring/summer 2016!:
Walker
Justice
Storm
Bane
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Walker is coming at you! Cover reveal & Preorder . . .

2/28/2016

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Explosives are Walker’s specialty, but he’s never handled anything as combustible as his enemy, Jade Huntington.
 
WALKER
Goddammit. All I want to do is blow shit up. Is that too much to ask? But, no. What I get is mission frigging impossible in the middle of a Beirut hotbed. I’m the renegade of Operation T-Zone, but this time I swear I’m gonna do things by the book. That is, until Jade Huntington’s involvement in my op causes a brand new snafu. 
 
My tribal name means desperate warrior, and that’s exactly what I am for reasons I can’t outrun. And Jade? She’s personal enemy number one. An incredibly sexy one at that. But she’ll never find out just how desperate I am for her.
 
JADE
I’m not an assassin, even though I am badass. I’m a protector. Except when it comes to Walker. What I wouldn’t give to bore a bullet through his stubborn skull. We’ve been at each other’s throats for years, this time I’m determined to leave him in the dust after I shoot a few holes in him.
 
We’re forced to work together when Walker practically kidnaps me and my package: the woman I’m guarding, the target he’s assigned to take out.
 
Days on the run. Nights of enforced closeness. Fighting side by side. Ever-present danger ignites a desire I can’t control. But the endgame is so perilous Walker and I might not make it out alive. 
 
Four X-Ops alpha men. Four feisty wicked women. Four books you’ll want to sink your teeth into. Bad Boys of X-Ops.
 
Back to back, spring 2016!:
Walker
Justice
Storm
Bane

AMAZON
Goodeads

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Bo: Bad Boys of Retribution MC #3 is LIVE!

7/14/2015

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Buy Bo  Now on Amazon!
The first reviews are in, and readers are lapping up Bo (ooooh)!
“
This is the third book in the “Bad Boys” series and, if anything, the temperature is getting even higher. Is foreplay a genre? Well, if it was, Rie Warren would be the queen!” ~Nerdy, Dirty, and Flirty Blog


“
Dear Lord how have I managed to miss this series up until now! Shame on me!!! I have just finished Bo and I am heading straight over to buy the others because if this was anything to go by I have been seriously missing out.” ~Books Laid Bare


“I think the thing that I loved most was Veronica’s character, I know the book is mainly about Bo, but it was so refreshing to have a strong leading female character. An independent woman who doesn’t take crap off anyone and can take care of herself. And these two together are explosive!” ~Amazon Reviewer

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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.



Buy Bo Now on Amazon!

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NSFW Excerpt:

WET HEAT. SLOW SUCTION. Oh yeah. I slipped from sleep to awareness as V’s mouth engulfed me. My hips moved gently with her in and out motions, and my fingers twined through her hair. I didn’t look, completely going with the early morning blowjob she was giving me.

“Feels good, babe.” My hoarse voice cracked.


Nothing like the intense insanity of last night, her lips wrapped around me were sloppy, soft, and slowly brought me to imminent release.


My pelvis rolled with her mouth and before long my body wracked with a hot long-lasting orgasm as I finished in her mouth, straining to listen to her swallowing my seed.


I relaxed with a chuckle, never once opening my eyes. “Waking up to a blowjob is so much better than my usual nightmares.”


“I certainly hope so,” was Veronica’s tart reply.


I merely smiled, blindly hauling her up as I turned onto my side. I folded her against my front, holding all that sensual naked warmth pressed against me. “You got anyplace to be today?”


“Nope. Sunday. Day of rest.” She wriggled more closely against me.


I didn’t plan on giving her much rest. No shit? My dick recovered in record time. I kissed the nape of her neck and the silky skin of her shoulder. My hands roaming down her back and over the swell of her hip, I felt up her bottom with an appreciative grumble.


“Mmm. This is one hell of a plump ass, Doc.”


“Bo! That’s not exactly a compliment.” She swatted at my hands gripping her rear end, but I wouldn’t be waylaid.


“What are you talkin’ about, woman? I guaran-damn-tee the guys’ eyes dropped out of their heads at Retribution that first time you waltzed in with this rump.” I peeked at her through one eye. I jiggled both healthy cheeks in my hands. “An ass worthy of a good grope.”


“That feels more like a poke,” she muttered when my revived cock got inadvertently sandwiched in the hot vise of her round tush.

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Retribution MC: All the news & a preorder!

6/11/2015

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Hunter, Bad Boys of Retribution MC #1, is rocking my world! Don’t forget to buy your copy of this alpha male anti-hero while he’s $0.99 on Amazon.
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The new MC Bad Boys News (keep reading to preorder Bo!):
Kinkaid, book #2, will go LIVE June 23, 2015! That’s right. Less than two weeks. There is no preorder, so watch this space. Better yet, you can “follow” my author page on Amazon and they’ll send you an email when I put out a new release. Cool, right? You can also add him to your Goodreads.

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There’s more! Bo, book #3, is now available for $0.99 PREORDER! He’s comin’ at ya July 14, 2015. Yeah, boy!
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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.



I hope your summer is heating up nicely! 


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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?”

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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.

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“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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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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Coming in 2015, the series finale: Under His Guard
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?
Amazon
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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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