Title: Carolina Bad Boys for Life by Rie Warren

Title: Carolina Bad Boys for Life

Series: Carolina Bad Boys #7 (The Series Epilogue)

Author: Rie Warren

Genre: MC Romance

Release Date: November 13, 2017

Blurb

Sometimes a Bad Boy can be good for a girl.

Finale of Carolina Bad Boys—the hot southern MC series readers have lusted after! The epic series epilogue includes all new original content from Stone to Chrome, featuring all the usual suspects, plus many, many more characters you won’t even expect.

One big sexily-every-after for the entire crew. ’Nuff said.

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Rainblow of Love

Frankie and Preston

“HEY, SEXY.” PRESTON WALKED into the kitchen, fresh from his workout at the gym.

Preston Legare, so posh. My downtown toyboy. In low-hanging shorts and a loose shirt he pulled up to wipe across his face. Baring carved abs, the thin trail of hair, and an indent of muscles that led to a cock I built frickin’ fantasies around.

He looked fucking fine in one of my natty tailored suits. Even better naked. But I had to admit, the sweaty, ruffled, flushed-face look he had workin’ for him right now reminded me of the way he looked after I’d fucked him hard and put him up wet.

Mmmm.

A man could get used to that kind of thing.

“That’s Eye-talian sex god to you.” I leaned into him, drawing his lips to mine with enough wetness and suction to make Preston groan before I turned back to the stove.

The kitchen smelled divine, and I’d been cooking all afternoon for him. My mother’s famous cioppino, Caesar salad, crispy bread I’d made from scratch. Loved spoiling my man.

We lived in a restored carriage house in one of the finer spots of the French Quarter, Charleston, SC. A nice walk through scenic cobbled streets to my shop. Not that we couldn’t afford more. Being a mostly retired hit man and former Mafia enforcer, as well as a bespoke tailor . . . I was flush. And Preston, the executive assistant extraordinaire, wasn’t hurting for money, neither. But the place was private, quiet, and we had our own courtyard where I liked to fuck the holy hell out of him whenever the weather was warm enough, which was often.

“Why don’t you go take a shower then put your feet up? After you pour me a glass of wine.”

“You going to join me?” Preston turned me to him, pressing his fine body against me.

“Frisky?” Madon’. I loved it when he rubbed all over me.

Tight bod. Perfect hair. Nice cock. Great—fucking great—ass.

I was tempted to get all sudsy and wet with him, but I needed to finish cooking in the kitchen before I cooked somewhere else. Capisce?

“Gotta decline that offer, babe.”

“Why? Do we have plans tonight?” He kissed me, doing that crazy good thing with his tongue—which was pierced—that drove me absolutely up the wall.

“Nada,” my voice rumbled out, way huskier than before.

“Do you have plans tonight?” He stiffened, and not in the good way.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” My nerves were already a little on edge, and I stared at him.

“You’ve been acting sneaky lately.” His eyes turned brittle and hard.

“What’s gotten your jockstrap in a twist all of a sudden?”

Preston grunted—a sound of sheer annoyance—and pushed against my chest.

“Jesus fuggin’ Christ, amante. You accusin’ me of something here?” Crossing my arms over my chest, I stood my ground as he went all pit bull on me.

“I want to know who else you’re screwing!”

Complete and utter shock ranged through me. Quickly followed by a burst of anger. “You’re on my cock so much, when am I supposed to have time to find a random fuck buddy?”

“That’s all I am? A fuck buddy. Your flamer fag? Your backdoor boyfriend?”

My eyes widened with every word he said, insecurity oozing off him—Preston—the most self-confident man I knew.

“Will you shut those gorgeous blowjob lips for just one second? Madon’, and I’m the one who’s supposed to have a temper. M’I right?”

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Rie is the badass, sassafras author of Sugar Daddy and the Don’t Tell series–a breakthrough trilogy that crosses traditional publishing boundaries beginning with In His Command. Some of her latest endeavors include the Carolina Bad Boys and Bad Boys of Retribution MC series.

A Yankee transplant who has traveled the world, Rie started out a writer—causing her college professor to blush over her erotic poetry without one ounce of shame. Not much has changed. She swapped pen for paintbrushes and followed her other love during her twenties. From art school to marriage to children and many a wild and wonderful journey in between, Rie has come home to her calling. Her work has been called edgy, daring, and some of the sexiest smut around.

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Title: Tail by Rie Warren

Title: Tail

Series: Carolina Bad Boys #6

Author: Rie Warren

Genre: MC Romantic Suspense

Release Date: November 6, 2017

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I’m most known for honeys on my arms and notches on my bedpost. But this time, I’m not chasing tail. Every rose has its thorn, and I’ve just been snagged.

TAIL

I have girls lapping out of my hands, forming lines for a chance to dance on my cock. Until she shows up. And it all grinds to a halt. Madison Rose Rush. No joke there. One look at her, and I feel a rush all over my body. I want that thing all the other dudes found. Love. A mate. A classy broad I probably don’t deserve.

I know one thing.

Maddy Rush—Handsome’s sexy sister—is strictly off-limits.

Is that gonna stop me?

Hell. No. Not even with the Bad Seeds MC breathing down my neck for a debt I can’t pay.

MADDY

VP of Retribrewtion Brewery, heiress to the Rush Distillery empire, I’ve played by the family’s rules. I’m community-spirited, high-class, worldly-wise . . . but that doesn’t necessarily mean I’m a good girl.

And Tail makes me want to be bad in ways I never even knew. He’s dangerously gorgeous. He’s affiliated with the same MC as my big brother. He has inked sleeves and sex on the brain and Max warned me away from him.

Is that going to stop me?

Hell no.

Nothing will stop us. Nothing. Until a rival MC—outlaw bikers—retaliates against Tail. Bad Seeds indeed.

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Midday, I rolled up to Retribrewtion on my Harley.

Handsome was nowhere to be seen. Possibly a good thing since he’d apparently ratted me out to the veep of the MC.

Dickwad.

No one questioned my presence when I walked inside the brewery. Also a good thing. Weaving through the bottom floor, I glared at anyone who gave me a second look. I took the steps, knocked on Maddy’s door, entered before she answered.

She sat at her desk wearing . . . glasses.

“Glasses?”

“Hello to you too.”

“Glasses?”

“I was running late this morning. Didn’t have time for contacts.” She bent over her paperwork, aaaand her blouse was revealing enough I could see the creamy dip of her cleavage.

“I like the glasses.”

Fuck, do I ever.

“I’m working.” A smile curved the corner of her lips. But she didn’t look up.

The glasses were small and square and fancy.

Immediate hard-on.

“I see that.”

Hot.

Single-minded and sexy as fuck.

Loved it.

“What’s this? No babies today?” She flipped a folder over and typed some shit into her computer.

“No babies.” I closed the door. Locked it. “Just me. I missed you yesterday.”

Color flooded her face, a face she kept bent down. “How much?”

“Tons.” Christ. I loved doing this with Maddy. The cat and mouse when I’d already caught her. “Got a surprise for you. To say thanks for helping with Ma.”

Her eyes darted up from some paperwork she’d just signed and fastened on my groin. “Is it a big package?”

“What?” . . . Oh . . . She wanted to fuck . . .

I could work with that.

I took off my jacket, shrugged off my shirt. Tested the doorknob to make sure no one would disturb us.

Then I stalked.

Maddy, my prey. My love. My lover. In heels, a blouse, a skirt. And those damn sexy glasses.

“I have a strict policy about not fucking in the workplace.” She backed away, her slanted smile and tilted hips nothing but pure invitation.

“Do you now?” I released the zipper on my black leathers. “You want a big package?” I shucked the leathers to midthigh, then pounced at Maddy, not that she was running away.

My lips swooping to hers for a deep wet kiss, I scooped her onto the desk.

Cock freed, I stroked the thick hard length just once. Once was enough.

Maddy nodded, unbuttoning her blouse.

I flicked the front clasp of her bra, her tits—firm, high, and supple—tumbling out. She started taking off the glasses.

“Uh uhn. Leave those on.” Pulling a pert nipple into my mouth, I ran my thumb repeatedly across the other peaked bud.

Maddy grasped the back of my head, twisting her fingers in my hair. I drew back only to lick across the mound of her breasts and onto the other nipple. Hitching her skirt up and up, I ruched it to her waist.

I cupped her pussy with my whole palm, feeling heated warmth seeping from inside.

She moaned and arched into me, guiding my mouth to hers. “Hurry. I’m ready.”

“Yeah? Hot to fuck me, sweetness?” I delved deeper into her mouth again, sliding my dick along the slickness of her panties.

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Title: Baller Made by Rie Warren

Title: Baller Made

Series: Bad Boy Ballers Book 3

Author: Rie Warren

Genre: Erotic Romance

Release Date: July 17, 2017

Bad Boy Ballers series finale! Includes an epic novella length epilogue for Rafe and Peyton, Brooklyn and Delaney, and Calder and Reggie!

The dark horse of the NFL. A superstar showgirl on the Vegas strip. Their desire is taboo in ways you can’t even begin to imagine. 

Calder Malone. Black sheep. Bad boy. Kicked off the Reno Ravens and almost suspended from the NFL. The sexy center remains a fan favorite now that he’s playing for Carolina Crush. And what Calder wants more than anything is to prove his worth to the team that’s his last chance, the family he disgraced, and the one woman he fell in love with years ago. 

Unfortunately the comeback kid isn’t a boy anymore, and the babe he wants was never his for the taking—for reasons that make him question his sanity. 

Reggie isn’t just a Vegas showgirl, a pretty face. She’s an Air Force widow, a strong woman who’s piecing her life back together . . . And maybe the man she always thought was out of her league and completely off-limits just became fair game. 

Off the field and offstage, what happens when Calder and Reggie don't stay in Vegas?

I was in a bastard of a mood when the doorbell rang after I’d dropped the two hundred-pound weight onto the rest. My chest burning, my ribs wracked with agony, I curled up to my feet. Thought about a shirt. Thought, fuck it. It was probably just Brooks.

He’d become my watchdog, checking in regularly, inviting me to his place for dinner with him and Delaney, keeping the door open in case I needed to talk to someone other than my sponsor.

Striding through the house, I absentmindedly swiped at the sweat on my chest with the towel I held.

I opened the door.

Wished I hadn’t.

My cock went fully hard in an instant.

I draped the towel in front of me, one hand notched on the doorframe, my chest bare, Reggie’s chin barely reaching my shoulders.

Reggie. On my doorstep. Showing up out of the clear blue.

My lips flattened as my heartbeat thudded in my chest.

Everything that had broken open in that alley with Brooklyn I’d sealed back under. Until this precise moment when Reggie lifted a bag in her hand and a smile on her lips when I was pretty sure I’d never looked more threatening.

“I’ve got some time off. Recuperation.” She angled a leg in tight faded jeans toward me. “Sore tendon. Figured you’d know how to put me back together right as rain with your PT background.”

“Funny.” Hooking the end of the towel into the waistband of my shorts, I rasped my hands across the dark shade of stubble on my jaw, and she watched every goddamn stroke. “You don’t look injured.”

“You do.” Her gaze—challenging—dropped to the bruise on my ribs.

Motherfucker.

“You came to check up on me.”

“So what if I did?” She shrugged one shoulder.

“You don’t have to worry about me anymore.”

“I can’t just turn it off, Calder.”

“I don’t need or want your help.” I tried to maintain the barrier, nearly snarling at her.

She merely cast her eyes beyond me. “Are you going to invite me inside like an old friend should?”

Old friend. Old pain.

I stepped back. Barely.

She ducked under my arm. Smiling.

Closing the door, I sealed my body against it. “What are you really doing here?”

“Well, you said you’d accept my calls.” She dropped her bags. Stood with hands on hips. “You lied to me.”

“It’s what I do, sweetheart.” Determined to piss her off so she’d leave because danger lurked in the dark spaces of my mind.

I’d forgotten she reacted like a lioness when cornered.

Rookie mistake.

In two steps, Reggie was up against me, in my face.

Protect and dominate. The two different impulses swarmed through me.

I wanted to serve her up on a silver platter and plant my face between her thighs.

Then tuck her against me in my bed, blankets all around, my arms a cradle.

Her eyes hooked mine with nothing but unwavering intensity. “You have driven everyone away, Calder.” Her stance blended her against me, and she had to feel the heat—the need and arousal—she spiked in my body.

“I will not fucking let you go down one more time.” Bleak, no longer dreamy eyes, rose to mine. “I’m not losing you to self-pity or self-loathing or any other kind of hate you keep wrapping around yourself.”

Looked like I’d met my match.

I’d known it all along.

Impossible.

“One man is enough to lose.” Her voice dropped, but her finger pointed at my chest before she spread her fingers over my careening heart. “And you have a choice in the matter.”

At her unerring words, I went stock-still.

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Rie is the badass, sassafras author of Sugar Daddy and the Don’t Tell series–a breakthrough trilogy that crosses traditional publishing boundaries beginning with In His Command. Her latest endeavors include the Carolina Bad Boys, a fun, hot, and southern-sexy series. 

A Yankee transplant who has traveled the world, Rie started out a writer—causing her college professor to blush over her erotic poetry without one ounce of shame. Not much has changed. She swapped pen for paintbrushes and followed her other love during her twenties. From art school to marriage to children and many a wild and wonderful journey in between, Rie has come home to her calling. Her work has been called edgy, daring, and some of the sexiest smut around. 

You can connect with Rie via the social media hangouts listed on her website https://www.riewarren.com.

She is represented by Saritza Hernandez, Corvisiero Literary Agency. http://www.corvisieroagency.com/Saritza_Hernandez.html

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Title: Free Baller by Rie Warren

Title: Free Baller

Series: Bad Boy Ballers #2

Author: Rie Warren

Genre: Sports Romance

Release Date: May 1, 2017

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Where the guys play hard, but the girls play dirty.

Brooklyn Holt, Carolina Crush’s top tight end, made a vow after his wife left him: never fall in love again. He doesn’t need a long-term lady. Hell no. He has the magic hands, the downfield rushes, the easy chicks by the dozens. And finally a team on a winning streak.

Being a free agent with the ladies is exactly what Brooks wants. Until Delaney Jones happens. The hot bitch with the serious attitude shows up with her own team in pretty much half the uniform he wears. Quarterback of the all-female Carolina Cougars, she’s sleek as a racehorse, mean on the field, and immune to all his moves. Every time she gives him no time just makes him hungrier for her. 

Delaney Jones takes her work and her personal life seriously, and she’ll never be mistaken for a cheerleader, in spite of her athletic body. She’s never rah-rah’d with her pom-poms for any man—hunky, hot as hell tight end or otherwise.

Brooklyn Holt has swagger. He has strut. But Delaney isn’t about to be the free baller’s willing slut. Until she scratches the surface and discovers his wounds run as deep as hers and his heart is warmer than she’d ever thought. It’s just too bad the past won’t die. When the danger she’s run from for years catches up to her, she’s determined to keep Brooks out of the crossfire. Even if it means Game Over. 

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“HEY, DELANEY.” I SMILED easily, holding my hands out to my sides. “’S’okay if I join you?”

“Just for a game of hoops?” The gold-flecks in her irises turned almost black as she walked toward me.

“Yeah.”

“You’re on.” She shoved the ball at me.

I dribbled between my legs then raced off to the other end of the court. Four pumps of my legs and I swished that motherfucker in nothing but net.

Delaney wasted no time retrieving the basketball. She dodged every one of my lunges, heading down court like a missile.

She made a three-pointer from the line.

She was hotter than anything I’d ever seen.

A real tomboy, with a banging body and a great rack.

And the woman dazzled me enough that I forgot to catch the rebound when the ball bounced on the floor.

As she double-dribbled in front of me, I watched a drizzle of sweat slide down her neck.

Gulp.

“Play b-ball in high school?” I asked when I found my voice, shadowing her across the waxed floor.

“Point woman. All-Star states team.”

“Why football now?” Dodging in front of her, I stole the ball.

Delaney came right after me, fast hands trying to nab the basketball. “I’ll take sport anywhere I can get it.”

“Balls too?”

Because fuck yeah to that.

“Maybe yours.”

When she said that, I pretty much stumbled over my own two feet.

Delaney snatched the basketball, hit net, and I curled around her from behind.

The forgotten ball bounced . . . bounced . . . bounced . . .

Unbalanced, we dropped to the floor, Delaney landing on top with a gust of bright laughter. Her hair fell in my face, softly scented black tresses I puffed out of my way.

Horsing around, we rolled across the floor until I stopped on top of her. I held most of my weight off her, but when my groin connected with her pelvis, my chuckle turned into a deep groan.

“Oh damn,” she whispered.

Heat slammed me in the balls, and I was fully hard, my cock crushed against her pussy through the thinnest barrier of clothes.

“The rumors were true.” Her hand wandered low, and she slipped her palm beneath the waist of my shorts.

Warmth met my thick dick, and I pushed into her fist. “What rumors?”

“Girth Brooks.”

I pulled her hand free and grinded against her as come prepared to unload from my cock.

“Do you always go commando, Free Baller?”

Her hips jutted up. Her lips found my neck. Her hot mouth and teasing tongue made me pulse harder against her.

“Am I crushing you?” Hurting you?

“Uhhhn. Feels good.”

Fucking. Hell.

I dipped my head, just about to kiss her long and hard when the door banged open and a voice boomed out, “No fraternization, Holt!”

Goddammit.

I quickly jumped off Delaney then pulled her from the floor, sheltering her behind me.

“Jeeesus, Coach D. Don’t you have a family to go home to or what?”

“Yeah.” He slapped his baseball cap against his thigh, scowling at me. “And I already done raised Philomena. Now I’m stuck straightening you dickheads out.”

I ushered Delaney past him and into the corridor, prodding her in the opposite direction. “All right already. Look”—I started ambling the other way—“I’m going to the men’s locker room. She’s headed to the lady’s.”

“Mm hmmm.” Coach D replaced his cap and pulled the brim down. “Better keep it that way too.”

I listened to his whistle retreating all the way to the front entrance then another loud bang of doors. Sneaking back down the corridor, I reached Delaney just before she entered her locker room.

I grasped her arm, and she spun around, mouth open to shriek.

“Ssshhh. Just me.”

Her feline-like eyes narrowed. “Boy, you are asking for trouble.”

“Coach D’s gone. We’re in the clear.” I released her and grinned. “Damn, you make me feel like a teenager. You know that?” I squinted at her. 

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Rie is the badass, sassafras author of Sugar Daddy and the Don’t Tell series–a breakthrough trilogy that crosses traditional publishing boundaries beginning with In His Command. Some of her latest endeavors include the Carolina Bad Boys and Bad Boys of Retribution MC series.

A Yankee transplant who has traveled the world, Rie started out a writer—causing her college professor to blush over her erotic poetry without one ounce of shame. Not much has changed. She swapped pen for paintbrushes and followed her other love during her twenties. From art school to marriage to children and many a wild and wonderful journey in between, Rie has come home to her calling. Her work has been called edgy, daring, and some of the sexiest smut around.

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