Love, In The Fast Lane
Series: Carolina Bad Boys #2
by: Rie Warren
Publisher: Rie Warren
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
Page count: Approx 270 pages
Keywords: alpha male, biker, southern, humor
Date of release: December 11, 2014
New York Times bestselling paranormal author, Nicky—Nick—Love is anything but successful in love. For years he’s lost himself in his writing career, but now he’s ready to get back to his rebel-boy roots. While restoring a motorcycle at Stone’s Auto Service, he meets the Wildcat of his dreams. She’s a shock to the system for the romance writer who doesn’t remember a damn thing about wooing a woman.
Cool-as-ice, Catarina “Wildcat” Steele is utterly untouchable until Nicky ignites a spark she can’t control. Their electric attraction explodes as Nicky pursues her, but he comes bearing the baggage of a family tragedy he’s hidden from everyone. He knows love has no guarantees.
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?
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“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.
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.
★✩★✩★ 5 -LOVE THIS SERIES- Stars ★✩★✩★
Wildcat riled me up and made me feel alive like no other woman had.
I have no problem owning up to my reaction when I came across the email showing a new Rie Warren book coming out, especially when I saw it was the next in the Carolina Bad Boys Series....
There is just something about this woman that gets me every time and this series became a fast addiction. What's different about it is the fact that it's told entirely from our badass Alpha man's POV, something I imagine is not easy to do but Rie pulls it off beautifully. These men are crass, dirty, foul, hilarious, hott-as-hell, and yet they have these sweet sides that never cross over to even slightly feminine. They are also not afraid to show emotion when the situation calls for it, they just handle it differently than a woman does which I expect. This book did have a slightly different feel to it from the first one; where book one leaned more on the funny/sexy side with a dash of drama, this one dove into the more serious topic of addiction. That's not to say it was too heavy, or that it ran on angst over-load, but it definitely had a darker feel to it at times as we got up close and personal with Josh's best friend, Paranormal Romance Author ~ Nicky Love...
a woman with a troubled past was a headache I didn't need. I had too many skeletons in my own closet. I didn't have any room for anybody else's.
Nick already went through the man-whore phase of his life and he's over it. That's not to say he's looking for love, he firmly believes the only HEA's he will ever experience are the ones he writes into his books. Nick has some pretty dark secrets from his past that he has kept hidden from everyone, even his long time best friend Josh, shadows that have made the man he is today more than a little leery of letting himself open up too much to another person. But watching Josh and Leelee build a life together makes him realize for the first time that he may be missing out on something; he just doesn't realize how much he may want it til his Wildcat comes storming into his life. Cat is like no one he has ever met before, a tattooed, snarly hellcat of a woman, and she tries her hardest to keep him at a distance. It's clear that she is battling some pretty severe demons of her own but Nick makes it his mission to break down her walls and force her to let him in. The question is- will he be able to handle what he finds on the other side?
I loved that we got to spend some more time with everyone from the first book, plus we got to meet some fascinating new characters that Cat brought along with her-namely, some smokin' hott biker brothers. We got to see first hand the path Josh and Leelee's relationship is taking and I admit, I got a little weepy. Rie also did a bang-up job of feeding my dirty side with some pretty steamy sex scenes, Nick was just... hott damn that boy writes great smut for a reason. The laughs were ever-present with Nick's Hens and their hash-tags, I do love those women. But Nick and Cat really did steal the show, their relationship wasn't easy but nothing worth having ever is. I fell for both of them hard and fast and I cannot wait for glimpses of them in future books to see where they go from here. Rie Warren has definitely secured her spot on my One-Click-Addiction List with this crew and I am more than ready to see what she brings us next with Brodie Steele... there is no telling what that man will do but it is guaranteed to be sinfully fabulous.
“Think I've been tamed by Love?”
“Not by a long shot darlin'.”
And that's just how I want her.
“I won't ever try to tame you, Wildcat.”
REVIEWS FOR CAROLINA BAD BOYS #1, STONE, AT YOUR SERVICE
★✩Click HERE for my 5★ Review ✩★
"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
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.
RIDE Novella from book #1 STONE is coming Janury 8, 2015
Carolina Bad Boys novella
January 8, 2015
The full, sexy, New Adult version of RIDE, the novella featured in Stone, At Your Service, Carolina Bad Boys series.
College man Jase Everly has bad boy written all over him. Rides a motorcycle? Check. Has tats? You bet. Couldn't give a shit about rules? He's all over that.
When he's cut off from the oil baron family funds, he finds a new way to support his education, his bike habit, his bad habits. And his business venture is nothing he's proud of.
Top-notch student Avery Greene is a good girl. Deans List, never missed a class, straitlaced material. She's on the college fast track until one night and one jock destroy her life. She hides inside her sweaters. She buries her nose in her books.
She ignores the pain inside her, and she's sure she hates Jase from the moment she lays eyes on him.
The problem is—Avery needs someplace to stay, and Jase wants a roommate. They’re enemies at first sight. Now they’re going to live together.
That’s what she said.
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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