Thursday, April 2, 2015

Release Blitz: Steele Into Your Heart By Rie Warren

Brodie Steele is a badass MC 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.

Riding out the rough years following a family tragedy, Brodie is still trying to put his life back together when he finds something he never expected with Ashe. She annoys the ever lovin’ hell out of him, and turns him on so much he can’t see straight. He keeps coming back for more.

Ashe isn’t just a hard-nosed police officer. And she wants no part of Brodie outside of their no-strings-attached fling. There’s no way he’s settling-down material but he’s hard to resist with his inked sleeves and rebellious ways, not to mention piercings in places that make Ashe melt. Brodie Steele is dangerous, delicious, and suddenly determined to have her.

If there’s anything more risky than laying his heart on the line for this sexy woman, it’s Ashe’s job. It puts her life in danger in a way he can’t possibly protect her from. Can their hot bond win out over the bad blood of years past? Or will Ashe be taken from Brodie before she lets him into her heart?

Brodie and Ashe have a history that is surrounded by both sadness and healing.  Because of this past Brodie hates Ashe and nothing will change his mind about the motorcycle cop that grates on his nerves more than anything else ever could, or will it?  I love how all those preconceived notions went out the door when he realizes that hot sexy woman with tattoos dancing in the bar at bike week is in fact the cop he can’t stand.  But that doesn't mean the past will stay in the past and that history will have to be worked past if they are ever going to get along.

I loved how Brodie actually showed his emotions unlike most of the bikers we read about.  He knew that he wanted Ashe and knew that she wanted him even if she put up a fight.  What happens at bike week was supposed to stay at bike week right? Ha yea right.  I loved the back and forth between Brodie and Ashe as well as the undeniably hot sexual tension between these two any time they weren’t between the sheets.  These two made the other person better, and even if it seemed like they are total opposites on the surface, deep down they are more alike than you first guess.

I am sure by now I sound like a broken record when I say I found this series because I signed up for this release blitz and I am happy that I did.  I think you can get by without reading the first two books if you really wanted to, but I really hope that you read them because they are really good and we get to the know the characters a little in the previous books.  Now with that being said, I think that the first two books are available on Kindle Unlimited.  I just love finding new authors and series to read, and I can say that Rie Warren will be one that I look out for from now on.  The next book is due out this summer and I can’t wait because these Carolina Bad Boys have me addicted to their sexy alpha ways.

Steele, Into Your Heart Excerpt © Rie Warren 2015

I tossed my phone through the open window of my Chevy, opened the door, and stowed Ashe inside.
Before I shut her in, I leaned over to brush my mouth against hers, plunging my tongue to swirl inside her wet heat.
When I got in the driver’s side she turned to me. “We’re getting the seats wet.”
“You can take off your dress right now if you want.” I grinned in what had to be an absolutely unwholesome way.
She sat back with a shaky laugh. Ashe was flustered. She was almost never flustered. I really liked it.
I put the truck in gear and we roared out of the parking lot. I probably left tire marks on the tar. Windows down for the fresh air but A/C on because it was still blazing hot outside, Ashe and I sped along Isle of Palms toward Sullivan’s Island wrapped in a bubble of sexual tension so tight it was close to bursting.
Not a single word was said because the next thing to come out of my mouth would be, “Clothes, off, now.”
My legs were so tense they nearly shook. I held the steering wheel with a white knuckled grip. I usually drove the way any good country boy did, with one wrist used to steer. Not tonight. Not when Ashe fidgeted next to me, plucking at the top of her dress. It quickly suctioned back to her breasts. Not helping, but oh so sexy. Pornographic sexy.
It was fully dark fifteen minutes later when I pulled into my driveway. I helped Ashe out, grabbed her bags, took her hand, and ushered her to the big front porch.
“This is your house? And I thought you said mine was fancy. You’ve got a river view from here, Brodie.”
Gas lanterns on either side of the cheery red door blazed, the sweltering night absent of any breeze the porch swing sat still. Tremendous hanging baskets flowered like crazy.
“Parents’ house. Well, it was. Let’s not talk about that now.” After I set her bags down, I fingered the hem of her dress, lifting it up her thighs. “Take it off.”
“Brodie, no. We’re standing on your porch,” Ashe protested.
“I’ll cut off the lights.”
“Public indecency.”
“Arrest me already.”
I shut the lights off, and heard the wet slap of her dress on the porch floor. I dropped my suit—what was left of it—where I stood. There was a whisper of something light floating to the floor—her bra and panties. My belt buckle made a clanging noise. Ashe’s breath hitched as my eyes adjusted to the darkness.
Curves, glorious curves, illuminated by moonlight. I touched a puckered nipple then circled it with my thumb. With my other hand, I gave a long slow stroke up my swollen cock.
When she whimpered, I moved fast. I pushed her against the door face first, caging her with my body from behind.
“Oh my God,” she moaned.
I sent my lips over her shoulder and up to her ear. “Oh my God, Brodie. Say it.”
“I . . . I can’t!”
“Wrong words.” I stepped back to drag my pulsing cock up and down her ass. “Know where I am right now?”
“Oh my God, Brodie!” Her voice quivered.

I caught her earlobe between my teeth and let it go. Holding her hips against me, I ran my dick up and down her cleft several times, loving the curves of her ass nice and snug around me. “Better. Now, open the door so we can go inside. Unless you want us to get arrested.”



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"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

Coming Summer 2015
Boomer Steele is big. He’s bad. He’s the Retribution MC pres. He’s been dealt the worst hand imaginable and bears the scars inside and out. Not that anyone knows it. He’s watched his younger brother and sister hook up and hitch up with the loves of their lives, and now he’s the last Steele standing alone. Maybe he should keep it that way.

Then one feisty honey makes him feel, gets in his grill, pisses him off. 

She goes by the name of Rayce. And that’s exactly what she does on her motocross bike when she’s not busy getting her hands dirty with her fellow grease monkeys as the only female mechanic at Stone’s Garage. She’s into fixing bikes, racing hers, and making Boomer’s life a living hell just for the fun of it. Oh, and she hates being treated like a girl.

Sparks flying? That’s an understatement where these two are concerned. Yet when Rayce needs a place to live, and Boomer offers her a room in his house, their unquenchable attraction wins out over antagonism. Sometimes. Rayce’s crappy upbringing makes her think love is for stupid fools asking for heartbreak. She’s not willing to go there for any man. Not even Boomer Steele. 

The bigger they are, the harder they fall.

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. 

You can connect with Rie via the social media hangouts listed on her website She is represented by Saritza Hernandez, Corvisiero Literary Agency.


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