Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Blog Tour Review & Giveaway ~ STEELE into Your Heart (Carolina Bad Boys #3) by Rie Warren

Steele: Into Your Heart (Book #3)

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?



Purchasing LINKS:



 Stone: At Your Service (Book #1)

♥ Click HERE to read my review ♥

Love: In the Fast Lane (Book #2)

♥ Click HERE to read my review ♥

RIDE, the complete New Adult novella featured in Stone. 

Steele: Into Your Heart (Book #3) 


The bigger they are, the harder they fall.
Coming summer 2015.

We found a nice side-by-side spot for our bikes, and I slid off mine. Before Ashe got off her bitchin’ black Triumph, I grasped her face between my palms. Leaning down, I sealed my mouth to hers. Warm, soft, and pliable, her lips opened at my lick. A deep tangle of tongues trailed from her mouth into mine, and we made out in the parking lot for good long while.
I unclasped her helmet as I took another slow taste of her mouth. Sleek and soft, wet and hot, Ashe met me with strong lunges of her own. Her head slanted beneath my fingertips. The new angle and hot dart of her tongue made me delirious.
She gripped my arms, spread her thighs, and hooked her boots behind my legs.
When my hard cock hit the juncture of her leathers, she broke off, moaning, “Oh, God, Brodie.”
Make her moan my name before her boots hit the pavement? Consider it done.
I straightened up and held my hand out to her. “Can’t wait to hear you say that when you’re naked.”
“Did I say evil?” She placed her palm in mine. “I meant evil incarnate. You’re a teasing bastard, aren’t you?”
“Little bit.”
“Looks like a lot more than a little bit.” She stared at the straining bulge inside my pants. The seams were about to burst open, even more so with her appreciative glance.
“Got that right.” I felt smug as shit as I wrapped an arm around her waist, guiding her to the hotel.
I was less than thrilled with the jackass in the monkey suit at the reception desk.
If the dude in the ugly maroon jacket with the “Hi, My Name is Ed” nametag didn’t stop staring at Ashe’s tits, he was gonna make real good friends with my fists. Then we could call him “Dead Ed”. Lucky for him, he handed over the room key at the same time Ashe drove her hand into my back pocket to grab my ass.
The pimply teenager valet-dude offered to take my two bags up on the wheely cart—probably looking for another fifty tip.
“I got this one, braw. But good effort. I like it.”
He grinned at me.
While we waited for the elevator, Ashe narrowed her eyes at me. “So you’re really a big softie.”
I leaned against the wall, crossed my arms, and stared at her through lowered eyelashes. A smile curled my lips. “Not sure who you’re callin’ soft.”
Her gaze darted to the obvious hard formation of my cock.
“My bad.” She tucked her pretty pink lip between her lips.
The elevator dinged, the door opened, and I grabbed her hand to pull her inside. “About to be very bad.”
As soon as the doors closed us inside the empty car, I hit the stop button. Ashe’s eyes flared silver and wide when I cornered her. I dragged my hands through the blonde hair she’d streaked in flirtatious pink, gripping it at the base of her neck. With one yank, I bared her throat. Her breasts swelled against my chest, and I bent to suckle the long column of her neck.
“Your goatee tickles.” She shivered.
“Good or bad?”
She rubbed my short whiskers with her hand. “Good.”
I sucked her skin hard, making sure to leave a mark on her neck. “Just good?”
“Really good!” Her voice rose. “Ahhh, really, really good.”
“Just wait until you feel it against your cunt,” I whispered in her ear.
Ashe rolled her hips forward to hit mine. She dug her fingers into my ass.
I cupped my hand against her mound. Her heat invaded my skin but too much fucking fabric was in my way to do her right.
“Fuck. Why aren’t you wearing a skirt?”
“Don’t do skirts.”
I ripped open the buttons on her pants and slid my fingers inside. A soft little trail of curls led to her plump wet lips.
“A skirt would be easier.” Slipping two fingers into her tight heat, I grinded the heel of my palm against her clit.

 ★ 5- The Carolina Boys are at it Again!! -Stars
~this review may contain minor spoilers~

Ashe risked her life for a living, rode a bike like a Hell's Bitch, and carried a gun almost every day. For the first time I was out of my depths, being dragged under, and completely fucking drowning in a woman who gave as good as she got.
Not for long. Brodie Steele had something to prove to Officer Ashe Kingston.

What was that? Another Rie Warren book you say? The Carolina Bad Boys are back?!

Yup, I have the same damn reaction every freakin time this woman bring us a new book, especially one from THIS series. This woman does a male POV like no other and this one was no different. I usually prefer my books to be duel POV just so I have a chance to truly connect with both leads, but Rie does such a fantastic job and is so comfortable in her bad boys heads, that I can't see these books being told any other way. Never once do I feel like I don't really know our leading ladies, and let's be honest-being in these guys heads is just so damn much fun, never once do you question how Alpha-Badass they are. I didn't think it was possible to get any hotter than Nicky Love but boy was I wrong! Brodie was off-the-charts, sexy-as-hell, smokin-hott, tattooed & pierced, melt-your-panties-right-off insanity. And his woman was perfectly matched. Yes, there is a crazy amount of chemistry and hump-your-hubby sex...

but there is so much more than that. The whole crew is back for more chaotic hilarity and there will be drama. Considering this book involves a female police officer, and the VP of an MC-drama just kinda comes with the territory. But Rie does a fabulous job of balancing everything out, keeping you glued to the pages from start to finish. The pace doesn't let up, with so many fascinating characters to keep up with your constantly on the look out for what's to come next and it gives me high hopes for future books as well. If Ms. Warren hadn't already slammed her way onto my One-Click-Addiction List long ago, then this book would have certainly done it one drool, blush and giggle at a time. Cannot wait to see what she brings us next.

I want to be buried inside you. I want to be somebody to you. I want you to respect me. I want breakfasts, and fights, and finding out how annoying you can really be.”
That's not really something to say when you're fucking me”
“I know. Because I'm not fucking you. I am making love to you. Here and now. I am not your fling or weekend hookup. I... am... making love to you.”

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.

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


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