LOVE, IN THE FAST LANE
Carolina Bad Boys #2
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Title: Love, In The Fast Lane
Series: Carolina Bad Boys #2
Author: Rie Warren
Publisher: Rie Warren
Published titles: Four full length novels within the past
twelve months including the Don’t Tell series published by Grand
Central-Forever Yours.
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
Page count: Approx 270 pages
Keywords: alpha male, biker, southern, humor
Date of release: December 11, 2014
List Price: $2.99
ASIN: B00NIB9MU2
ISBN: Info Coming
BLURB
Their passionate romance falls apart when Nicky discovers
Cat’s secret rivals his own. The truth about her past reopens Nicky’s raw
wounds and awakens a ghost he never laid to rest. He doesn’t know how to have
Cat, and now he can’t trust her. Will they be torn apart . . . or tamed by love?
~REVIEW~
Nick is hot for Cat, but she won't give him the time of day. She is one cold cookie, but there's a spark there that tells Nick he has a shot. Cat has closed herself off to emotions, but Nick has her flustered. She gives into her emotions and takes a chance on him. Things are bumpy for these two. Nick doesn't talk about his past with anyone, but he breaks down and tells Cat, but it sends her running. Nick is heartbroken and angry that once he finally lets someone in she bolts. Things get back on track for these two, and it looks like smooth sailing from here on out. Cat has been keeping a big a part of her past from Nick but when he figures it out all hell breaks loose and this time he's the one that's running. After some time wallowing in his pity & getting a talking to by not only Josh, but Cat's brother he realizes he made a mistake. Time for Nick to grovel and hope Cat takes him back. Hot, steamy, juicy sex scenes. Fabulous ending.
REVIEWS FOR CAROLINA BAD BOYS #1, STONE, AT
YOUR SERVICE
"Humor, romance, loveable characters, and
hot sex. Talk about one hell of a winning combo." ~Hines and Bigham's
"If you like the good guy who just happens
to be badass, who's not afraid to fall hard for the woman he knows is meant for
him, then Josh Stone is at your service." ~Literati Book Reviews
"Drama, a really hot sexy as hell Southern
bad Boy, LOL moments and my favorite - romance authors UNCENSORED." ~Lustful
Literature
"If you want to laugh, cry and just enjoy yourself
while reading a really great romance this is the book for you!" ~5
Rockin' Stars, Twin Sisters Rockin' Book Reviews
NEXT IN SERIES:
STEELE, INTO YOUR HEART
Carolina Bad Boys #3
Coming in April 2015
MINI BLURB
Brodie Steele is a badass biker dude. Ashe Kingston is a
sexy police officer with an attitude. Their bad blood runs deep. But after they
hook up at a wild biker week, can they keep their pact? What happens at Bike Week stays at Bike Week. Yeah, right.
EXCERPT
“Am I a fling?”
“You think I usually work this hard for a simple fuck?”
Cat started to struggle away.
No way was she going anywhere but back to my house, my room, my bed—fuck
me—straight into my heart. “There’s nothing simple about you. I like it that
way.”
“So I’m difficult.” Her eyes narrowed.
I had to laugh. “Are you disputing that fact?”
Closer by NIN blasted out above
our heads. Bass-throb-sex-beat. And yeah I wanted to get closer to her. “C’mon,
dance with me.”
She relented. And by relented I meant she twisted her arms above her head
and counterpointed that hot move with a reverse gyration of her hips. Smoking
hot sex in my arms. She slid from her leather and tossed it aside, and goddamn
if her nipple piercings didn’t glint beneath her tank top.
A sneer-grin worked over Cat’s lips when she turned around. Her ass
undulated against my cock. Then she went lower. And lower. All the way to the
floor between my legs. Fuck . . . me.
I grabbed her hair and hauled her back. All I got in return was a lip lick and
a slow wink.
Cat’s inked sleeves shimmered in the flashing lights. Her husky laugh
sparked adrenaline through my veins. When she shimmied up my legs, she twined
her arms behind my neck. We pumped into each other to the dirty rhythm of the
song. Her hips hit my cock with every note. Her lips slid against mine, driving
me insane.
I held her leg over my thigh, running my cock up and down juncture of her
thighs. Sweat clung to her hair at the temples, and it dripped down the middle
of my back. I gave in. I gave up, pushing my hands inside her shirt, over her
back, down to her swiveling ass.
The techno beat almost made me combust. The lights flashed and we were
one second away from dance floor fucking. I mashed my hands into her hair. She
moaned and cupped my cock. Groaning against the side of her neck, I wished we
were someplace quiet, private . . . and naked.
Someone whistled, off-tune, then a shoulder bumped mine. I blinked my
eyes open.
Ray. Fuck if he’s gettin’ a piece
of this action.
“What’d I say about Big Brother earlier?” He nodded across the room.
The brothers were on the move toward us. I wasn’t ready to be the star of
Halloween 2013, slaughtered by Steele and Co. Hustling Cat all the way to bay
five, I whipped out my keys. The key stuck, the lock groaned, the boys were
getting close.
Cat kept watch beside me. “They’re—”
“What? Hit men? Assassins?”
The door finally opened. I tugged her inside and pressed her against it.
Plunged into darkness, she laughed. “I was gonna say not that bad.”
I made my way from her chin to her mouth, my hands moving to gather her
hair. A distinct thumping noise stilled me. Then a long guttural groan.
Josh’s Camaro was in here. He’d brought it in for a tune-up that morning.
That’s why he’d locked up this bay. He couldn’t have common riffraff fucking
with his baby.
Aaand it sounded like he was
fucking his baby, Leelee. On top of the car. Behind us.
Turning my back to the wall, I slid down it with Cat. My finger pressed
against her lips, but she whispered around it, “Is that—”
“How the hell do I get you out of this get-up?” Josh grunted. Several
seconds later, fabric tore.
Leelee squealed. “Mah dress! You dirty rapscallion.”
Funny, she didn’t sound all that pissed off, even when she continued,
“Josh! There are still people out there.”
Cat gripped my hand. “Get us outta here.”
I fumbled for the door. It stuck from the inside this time. “It won’t
budge.”
Josh murmured, “Frankly, Leelee, I don’t give a fuck.”
Well, at least he was keeping in character. Sort of.
From where we hid, we couldn’t see them, but we sure as hell heard them.
The sound of wetness and sucking was an audible turn on. Leelee’s wails grew
louder, bouncing off the garage walls. Squeezed against me, Cat’s breath blew
hot and fast against my throat. Her hand drifted down my stomach to the tight
crotch of my leathers. I screwed my eyes shut, beating my head against the wall
when she coaxed my hard-on into a straight-up position.
“Fuck.” Laying my hand on top of hers, I pushed my hips into her grasp.
The heel of palm rode down the stiff ridge. Her fingertips explored my balls
crushed within the pants.
Josh’s gruff tone overrode my groan. “You like the ’stache, babe?”
“Yes, yes . . . mmm.”
“Don’t know what the hell Rhett Butler got up to with his, but I’m
thinkin’ it’s time for a little French tickler action.”
“Oh God,” Leelee whimpered.
“Oh fuck,” Cat moaned, her hand slipping up the column of my cock.
Throwing her leg over mine, she straddled me in one swift motion. Her tongue
snaked across my lips and sneaked inside my mouth.
We picked up the grinding where we’d left off on the dance floor. She was
hot between her legs, her pussy pressed against me. Her hips moved in a sinuous
dance. My cock throbbing with every motion, I grabbed her waist and slid her
back.
“Cat.”
Her gaze hit mine with heat that reverberated all the way to my cock. A
pulse of precome dripped down my aching shaft, and it was so intense I felt it
melt down to the base of my dick.
“I need you.” My whisper was more growl than voice.
Her hands tightened on my biceps. “Not here.”
Like I was going to fuck her in a garage. We’d save that for the second
date. “My house.”
She scrambled to her feet, staying out of the Josh and Leelee’s line of
vision. “Now.”
“Promise not to hit me this time?” I gripped the nape of her neck.
“What about scratching?”
All down my back. Hell fucking God
yes, Wildcat.
Author Bio
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 endeavor, the Carolina Bad Boys series, is fun, hot,
and southern-sexy.
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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