Release Blitz & Giveaway: Rush (Carolina Bad Boys, #5) by Rie Warren

Title: Rush

Series: Carolina Bad Boys #5

Author: Rie Warren

Genre: Erotic romance, humor, thriller, suspense, military, action/adventure

Release Date: October 3, 2016
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Hot girls, hot cars, and time behind bars . . . I’m the most unsuitable dude for pretty girl-next-door Shiloh Lockhart.

MAX HANDSOME RUSH
I’m the black sheep of the Rush family, cut off from the bourbon distillery dynasty. Shrug. They didn’t approve of the high-octane rap sheet of arrests marring my pretty boy, prep school upbringing. Hot girls, hot cars, and time behind bars for illegal street racing—what can I say? Speed is in my blood.
Now I’ve cleaned up. I’m being good. I’ve got my own plans, and they for damn sure don’t include Shiloh Lockhart. Shy. The goddamn classic girl next door. She shows up out of the clear blue, turning all the MC dudes into drooling manwhores. But not me. I’ve got too much to lose to risk falling for a perfect girl like her.
When Shy’s overprotective folks tell her I’m bad news, they’re right. But come to find out she’s already endured more than her fair share of shit-gone-bad in her life, and she’s convinced I won’t make it any worse. Shy couldn’t be more wrong.

SHILOH LOCKHART
I haven’t seen Max since he got kicked out of the Rush family home years ago. Now I’m determined to get back in touch with the boy I used to crush on growing up. They call him Handsome at the motorcycle club he belongs to, and I can see why. The long dark brown hair. The smoldering whiskey-colored eyes. The sculpted face and big muscled body.
Too bad he’s intent on treating me like a kid sister. Hmm. We’ll see how long that lasts, because to squash this schoolgirl crush I need to be with Max just once . . . turns out one taste of Rush isn’t enough.
My situation is life threatening, but what he’s hiding is even more dangerous. Too late. Rush is already in my blood.

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Ripped and ready, I cut through the dim, cool interior of the MC. 
Sweaty, half naked, with my shorts riding low, I stomped past the pool tables. 
My tats gleaming, my muscles charged, I barged out the front door. Brodie trailed me, grinning like an evil ape when I swung my head back to—yup—sling about my fifth glare of the day c/o Shiloh Lockhart. 
I was usually a pretty easygoing guy. 
Something about having her hanging around turned me into a snarling animal. 
Then I saw her helluva hot ride—a fucking white Hennessey Hellcat with a black racing stripe.
Holy. Christ.
The hot coupe with total street cred was nothing short of drool-inducing for a gearhead like me. A flat-out, top-of-the line, bitchin’ ride.
And then I took stock of Shy, leaning against the abovementioned droolworthy Charger, looking no less jaw dropping herself. 
Strike. That.
I meant I could see why Tail trailed out after us, then Cole. 
Had nothing to do with my gut deep reaction to seeing a gorgeous woman with a delicious body wearing a long raspberry-colored dress that tightened over her tits and flowed around her legs. Or the hint of sunshine in her smile when she saw me. Or the sleek blonde-brown sun-drenched hair. 
Or the luscious lips.
Not At All.
“’Zup, Shy?” I reeled in my tongue, half-shuttered my eyes, took anything but a platonic, good old friends greeting off the table. 
Unfortunately I hadn’t counted on her inspection of me. 
Her soft silver-colored eyes roamed and roved over me as she licked those—yup—luscious lips. I straightened taller the longer she detailed every inch of my body—most of it bare, most of it hard, a lot of it inked—and the color in her cheeks brightened. 
Fuck. She was making me self-conscious. I almost ducked my head in an aw shucks move. 
Brodie would get his rocks off about that. 
Not gonna happen. 
She slowly—in a silky movement—pulled herself away from the Hellcat. She came to me at what had to be an intentionally seductive pace. 
Or my breath had roughened for nothing. 
Didn’t look like nothing. 
Really needed to be.
Hellcat?
I might have to start calling her that. 
Could I hold out my fist for a knuckle bump with Shy? Back slap? High five? 
Because hugging her at that exact moment might prove lethal to all my just an old friend dictates. 
Shy took matters into her own hands, pulling me to her by the back of my neck while I played wooden soldier in her embrace. Something sure was catching wood. 
Between my legs.
So wrong.
“Uhm.” Disentangling her arms from me, I created some space and hoped my shorts were baggy enough to hide a growing boner. “What brought you here?”
I heard Tail loud-whisper to Cole. “She wants some of that.”
“Handsome’s makeover’s working out then.”
“Nah. Dude. He’s magic. Could always pull pussy.”
Brodie strode up to the duo and smacked each of them on the back of the head. Not that he wasn’t capable of the same damn loose-lipped bullshit. 
Shy—Miss Manners and all—pretended she hadn’t heard a thing. And for that I loved her. 
“I was just on my way to a meeting and I got a flat.” She pointed to the rear left tire. “Hoped you could help?”
I took a turn around sizzling hot Hennessey then hunkered down to inspect the dead tire. “You should really take this to Stone’s. It’s their specialty. I can put on the dummy tire and drive it over if you want.” 
Lifting to my feet, I realized Shy was way too fucking close in proximity. 
Her fresh, beach-swept scent slid over me. 
Her silvery eyes shone under a long fan of eyelashes. 
And one step closer, her tits would hit my bare chest. 
I stepped back, wiping my palms on my shorts. 
“But you were always into this kind of thing. You can take care of me, right, Max?” Eyelash flutter and sweet smile.
Shit. 
Brodie—bastard barbarian—shoved me forward. “He’ll do it. On the house too. We got just the right tire inside.”
I walked over to the garage side of Chrome and Steele and rapped on the wide door. “Open up.”
My feet pounding on pavement, I struck back to Shy and the Dodge that gave me an instant hard-on. 
Because I refused to blame the sudden need to bust-a-nut on my old friend, never flame, the girl next door. 
“Drive it in.”
“Why don’t you do the honors?” She tossed me her keys. 
I looked at the car. Looked at her. And decided I might never get the chance to drive a Hellcat again. 
Shrugging, I eased into the driver’s side then pushed open the passenger door. “Hop in.”
With a smoky laugh, Shy curled in beside me. 
I started the car, and the loud purring engine sent another jolt to my dick. 
This coupe was goddamn heart-stopping gorgeous. 
Come to think of it, so was Shy. 
Not going there.
I found my voice somewhere deep down in my chest. “What made you buy this?”
“I like my toys to be hard, fast, and sexy.” 
“Toys?” A ragged breath rasped from my throat. 

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. 

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Release Blitz: Bane (Bad Boys of X-Ops Book IV) by Rie Warren

Title: Bane

Series: Bad Boys of X-Ops Book IV

Author: Rie Warren

Genre: Erotic romance, humor, thriller, suspense, military, action/adventure

Release Date: July 27, 2016

High stakes.
Low margins.
And everyone wants the woman I’m teamed up with dead.

BANE
Swagger, strut, snarl. Three things I can do with both eyes closed. Oh, and shoot the shit out of tangos. I always do my job, whether it’s patching up a fellow operative or taking down a serious threat. Apparently this time my job is to babysit Baby Spy.

We’ve followed the Los Reyes de Guerra cartel to the drug-trafficking capital, Mexico City. Our orders? Get in with the guerrillas and ultimately take them down. There’s only one problem—I have another set of mission directives linked to Kiki AKA Baby Spy.

Should be easy enough. Except it seems I’ve developed an unhealthy attraction to Kiki, along with an inconvenient conscience. She’s a wild woman with an unforgiving attitude that definitely makes me bone hard for her.

Nothing is as it appears, least of all Kiki Damage.

KIKI
Yeah. They call me Baby Spy. I’m fully aware the entire T-Zone team blames me for narking out a previous mission gone wrong. So, I can’t understand why the powers that be assigned me to this op. Or maybe I can, which just makes my situation even more dire.

I know Bane wants me, but I’m beginning to think he has an ulterior motive for keeping me close. And it’s not just the panty-melting hot sex with the big, gruff, silent killer. There’s something incredibly vulnerable in the way Bane watches me, like he’s looking for one last saving grace.

None of that matters now. When the situation heats up, I find out Bane’s real mission. I may have fallen in love with him, but it’s already too late. This entire web of lies goes a lot higher than any of us ever imagined, and my neck is only the first one on the line.

Bane includes a special series epilogue from the badass women: Jade, Tilly, Blaize, and Kiki.

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 Standing slowly, Kiki paced toward the door. “I think I’ll go clean up. You should get some rest.” 

“Yeah. I’ll do that.” My eyelids felt heavy as cement.

My leg fucking throbbed.

But the bigger pain came from seeing Kiki caught in a trap she didn’t realize had been set for her.

Rest? Bullshit.

I checked the dressing on my wound. I reloaded my gun. I drank more tequila, but never enough to get tanked.

Listening to the shower run, I shut my eyes, only opening them when Kiki walked back in, wrapped in a towel.

Her hair was shiny and wet, those light pink streaks damp-darkened. Her face scrubbed. Her eyes the lightest shade of blue imaginable.

“You make a terrible patient, you know that?” She checked her Glocks before setting them on the bedside table. “I gave you orders to sleep.”

I still didn’t know how she managed to make me smile even when shit was bad-side up in my life.

“Sleep’s overrated.”

“How’s the leg?”

“Hurts like a bitch. You could help though.” I winked at her.

“I could, huh?” She stepped closer, her voice turning breathy.

The change in her tone echoed the slight shift in the color of her irises, making them a little more turbulent. Darker. Dilated.

“How so?” she asked, and I watched her nipples perk up beneath the clinging towel.

“Come to bed with me.” My husky voice rumbled, rippling greed for her hitting me like a sudden shock to the system.

“I should keep watch,” she hedged.

“No. You shouldn’t.” Leaning forward, I grasped the bottom of the towel.

She slowly smiled, a sexy tilt of her suckable lips. “How’s me in bed gonna help, big boy?”

“I’ll show you.”

“I suppose you want me to take this off first?” She fingered the knot at the top of the towel.

I nodded, a ragged rush of air pelting from between my lips.

Fuck yeah.

When she dropped the towel, I almost chewed off my own tongue to get to her.

Slick flesh.

Toned body.

Handful tits.

Dark pink nipples.

The tats. Fuuuck. Delicate designs from her elbows to her wrists to the backs of her hands. Sexy as.

Legs long enough to wrap around my waist while I slammed into her.

“Kiki.” My hand moved to her leg, and my gaze followed the path I took from her knee to her thigh to her hip . . . “Damn, girl. You have no idea how hard you make me.”

The sheet tented at my groin. My cock rising, blood-filled, fully erect.

She gently pulled the sheet, bending over me. “This hard?”

 

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. 

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