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Tuesday, June 2, 2015

Who’s gonna save us now? - Hunter (Bad Boys of Retribution MC #1) by Rie Warren

"JB is my most recent mistake. The MC babe is innocence wrapped up in a rockin’ body. "
"Good girl? I prefer to think of myself as a rebellious hellion. I live my life like I ride my bike:"

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Release Date: June 2, 2015

From the world of Carolina Bad Boys! Hunter Sexton is too hot to handle..

Hunter:
My call-sign is GHOST. My roadname, too. I keep my head down, stay off the grid, fly under the radar. I’m the rough, gruff, good guy who does bad things for pay.

JB is my most recent mistake. The MC babe is innocence wrapped up in a rockin’ body. Don’t get me wrong, she has a wicked side, too. She’s kickass in bed, when we make it that far. But she’s the ultimate wholesome good girl, and I don’t want to dirty her up.

Hey, no one said life was all fun and games, right?

JB:
Good girl? I prefer to think of myself as a rebellious hellion. I live my life like I ride my bike: carefree, in your face, and full throttle. My soft side? Well, that’s reserved for my job.

I’m not looking for love, and I certainly don’t need any relationship complications. Too bad complicated is the only way Hunter comes.

He’s a quiet, deadly storm. He prowls. He hunts me. He wants me. He’s sexy, sinful . . . secretive. Hunter will turn my life inside out no thanks to his dangerous past about to come back and bite us both in the ass.

Who’s gonna save us now?

Warning: Graphic sex, graphic action, graphic language. Triple X caution.

EXCERPT 




An hour later, I slid onto my motorcycle. Helmet in hand, I ramped the Deus Grievous Angel to life.

JB materialized next to me, huddling inside her padded leather jacket. “Sorry about before. Rayce has issues.”

“And where’s your bodyguard now?”

“I don’t need one.” She unfolded her arms, and her jacket gaped open at her chest. She took my helmet from my hands and slung it onto the handlebar.

“Beg to differ.” She definitely needed protection from me.

JB made the first move, I’d testify to that shit in court. She leaned over me and licked her lips. Then my hands were in her hair, burrowing deeper, and I dragged her to my mouth. She straddled me when I lifted her onto my lap. The moist touch of her tongue parted my lips.

I groaned, opening up to her talented lunges, following the sleek kisses into her mouth where our tongues collided. I wanted to thrust down her throat with my cock. Rip her pants apart and fuck her until she screamed. Take her on my motorcycle and spray my come all over her body. The intensity of my reaction steered all coherent thought from my head.

The soul-searing kiss lit me up inside. I wanted more.

Bad move. One of my worst. I’d regret it later. Right now I’d savor the way JB moaned, riding my thigh, getting off on me.

I wanted to have this for one more minute.

I wanted her.

I couldn’t have her. I shouldn’t stain her. My soul wasn’t even intact.


With a growl, I pushed her off me. I steadied her with a hand on her hip as she found her footing.

“What’s your problem?” JB frowned, her lips swollen from my kisses.

“I can’t. Not with you. Not like this.” I wouldn’t meet her eyes.

“Damn right you can’t. I’m too good for you.” She zipped her jacket all the way to the chin.

Nothing hotter than a woman with an attitude who knew what she wanted, but I couldn’t take advantage.

“Exactly.” I throttled my raging black bike, shouting over the roar of pipes, “We agree. Never gonna happen.”

Peeling out of the parking lot, I glanced back one last time. Big mistake. JB stood under the halo of a streetlight with one stiff middle finger raised in my direction. And I wanted her even more.

Not gonna happen.

Only one good thing had come out of my life, and I had nothing left to give.





About the author:
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.

She is represented by Saritza Hernandez, Corvisiero Literary Agency. 

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