New from Rie Warren: Under His Guard

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UNDER HIS GUARD by Rie Warren (February 3, 2015; Forever Yours E-Book; $4.99; Don’t Tell: Book #3)

Rebel soldier Darke lost his lover during the early stages of the InterNations war. Only the flirtatious attentions of the gorgeous Leon Cheramie brought him back from heartbreak and grief. Unwilling to get attached again, Darke has fought their undeniable attraction to one another. But when Leon’s life is threatened, Darke cannot deny what’s been brewing between them.

After escaping certain death at the hands of the enemy, the brave and determined Leon has proven himself capable of fighting in the war. The only thing he hasn’t been able to do is capture the heart of the fearless warrior Darke. When a huge victory is won for the revolutionaries, Darke and Leon finally give in to their feelings for one another.

But the celebration is short-lived when Leon is infected with a deadly virus. He’s a human time bomb set to plague the entire rebel population. Now, the final endgame of the war is pitted against the rebels’ race to find a cure before Leon becomes a full-blown carrier and Darke loses the man who managed to win his love and bring him back to life.

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ON HER WATCH (Forever Yours E-Book; Don’t Tell: Book #2)

The year is 2071 and all hell has broken loose. As the government tries to control the territories that were once the United States, an armed rebellion erupts . . . 

AWOL from her military post, Lieutenant Liz Grant will do anything for the rebels she now calls friends. Her latest mission: return to the Beta Corps army and obtain classified information that could turn the battle in the revolutionaries’ favor. There’s only one problem: Commander Linc Cutler.

Strong, coldly handsome, and always in control, Linc is perplexed by the beautiful soldier brought in for questioning. He doesn’t know if he believes her explanation for why she went missing. He only knows his intense sexual desire for her cannot be denied.

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IN HIS COMMAND (Forever Yours E-Book; Don’t Tell: Book #1)

In the dystopian future, two men discover attraction isn’t just dangerous, it’s deadly.
Two generations ago, the world was annihilated by a series of catastrophic environmental events. The remaining survivors were driven closer and closer to big city centers-damaged but not destroyed-divvied into sixteen identical international territories ruled by the Company. Oppressive to the core, the Company has one rule in order to recoup the world’s devastated population: homosexuality and deviant sexual behaviors are hanging offenses. First time offenders are last-time offenders.

It is the year 2070. Commander Caspar Cannon has a stellar military reputation-and a life-threatening secret. When a revolution rips through the territories, Cannon is ordered to escort Company Executive Nathaniel Rice to a secure location. Leaving the besieged city behind, their journey becomes a minefield of sabotage, betrayal, secrets . . . and intense desire for one another. Cannon’s militant self-repression takes a direct hit, his suspicions warring with passion for a man who can never be his, not while the Company remains in power. True to his mission, he delivers Nathaniel to the safe bunker where a fate he never expected awaits him.

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Rie Warren lives in Charleston, South Carolina, with her English artisan husband and their two small daughters–one an aspiring diva, the other a future punk rocker. Giving up paintbrushes for paper and pen, Rie began her writing career fifteen years ago with a manuscript of super epic proportions. Safely stored under a lace doily in a filing cabinet. Possibly in England.

A nocturnal creature, she adjourns to her woman cave each night in search of wondrous words, rich characters, and thrilling plots to keep readers turning the page. Whether writing contemporary, gay, or paranormal romance, Rie combines heart, heat, and humor with a sexy southern edge.

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New from Rie Warren: Love, In the Fast Lane ~ Carolina Bad Boys #2

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Love, In The Fast Lane
Carolina Bad Boys #2
Author: Rie Warren
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
Date of release: December 11, 2014

Preorder link: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00NIB9MU2
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ASIN: B00NIB9MU2

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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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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

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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.

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“You get to me and I don’t want to be got at.” Cat slung herself into the chair next to mine.

“I like getting under your skin.” Pulling her chair closer, I pinned her legs between mine. I caressed along her neck until I cupped her face. “If you give us a shot, I guarantee I’ll make it worth your while.”

She slammed her lips against mine. This kiss was volatile and urgent as our tongues fucked against each other. I slipped back for a moment, listening to her jarred breaths. That goddamn ponytail had to go. I freed the elastic as she unbuttoned the shirt I’d thrown on earlier. Playing with the line of hair down my torso led Cat to my jeans. Her palm cupped my hard cock hidden beneath the rough fabric.

Fuck. FUCK!

Straight black sheaths of sweet smelling hair fell to her waist. “Jesus Christ, Cat.”

My fingers spun through the silken strands. When she claimed my mouth once more, that black velvet curtain closed around us. With one hand at the back of her head, the other on her waist, I pulled her into me. The sweet wet pressure of her mouth and tongue made me dizzy. Her gasps and moans were hot as hell.

“Stand up for me,” I ordered.

When she did, I kicked her chair away. She stood between my spread legs. Her pale blue irises were almost eclipsed by her pupils as she gazed down at me.

I skimmed a knuckle along the buttons on the front of her shirt. “Any more ink?”

“Maybe you’ll have to find out.”

I unbuttoned her up-to-the-throat, down-to-the-wrists top. Underneath was a scant black bra, the cups overflowing with mounds of flesh.
I gave her a wicked grin. “I can’t think of anything I’d like to do more than uncover you inch by inch.”

Kissing her stomach, I listened to her gasp. I worked her shirt down her arms, leaving it bunched at the wrists by the cuffs. The flat of my hand moved down the center of her body and back up. When I reached the front clasp of her bra, I gave it a tug. “Can I?”

She inhaled shakily. “Yes.”

I unclasped the hook, and oh holy shit. Her tits burst forth. I rocked back in my seat and stared. “Maybe not any more ink, just these beauties?”
“Nicky,” she whimpered.

That was the best sound on the planet, but it wasn’t to be outdone by the sight right in front of me. I touched the very tip of one nipple, barely holding myself in check. But fuck, I wanted to feast on her with my eyes before I sucked on her with my mouth. Her teardrop-shaped tits were topped by plum-colored nipples. But that wasn’t it, not by a long shot. Cat’s sexy, dusky-colored nipples were fucking pierced. I circled one with my fingertip, then the other. I tucked my finger into the dangling filigree decoration hanging from one piercing and flicked it.

“Nicky,” she groaned, her hands digging into my hair.

I lifted my mouth to her, sucking a hot, pert pearl of flesh into my mouth. Sucking it in, letting it slip out. Nibbling on the jewelry, I tugged with my teeth it until she moaned. And because I was pretty damn sure I’d never get enough of having my face in her tits, I moved to the other one.

Licking, tonguing, suckling. Oh yeah. The suckling, she liked that, maybe as much as I was getting off on it. Her moans escalated the longer I held her nipple and jewelry in my mouth, curling my lips around her. Grunting, I moved into the deep valley between. I lapped there too.

I sat back for a moment. Her tits glistened and the color of her peaks was even deeper. Her skin was pink from my face rubbing against her. The piercings swayed with each of her breaths, her hips did too, silently asking for more.

“Sexiest woman I’ve ever seen,” I growled.

I reached up and pulled her face to mine. My lips were rough on hers. She was just as hungry, lashing her tongue into my mouth, rasping it across my teeth and cheeks.

I let her go. I needed more of her breasts. “I’m gonna be here awhile. You don’t mind, do you?”

She quickly shook her head. Her long black hair swished around her back. Her mouth opened, but all that came out was a long low mewl. The sound set my stiff cock right on the edge of release. I swooped down to nuzzle and tease her some more. With my hands clasped at her waist, my thumbs circled her taut belly, which trembled.

I unbuttoned her jeans. “How about this, darlin’? Is this okay?”

Her nails scratched across my scalp, pulling me closer.

I’d take that as a yes.

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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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New from Rie Warren: Stone, At Your Service~Book 1 of Carolina Bad Boys

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<Nikka here: This was a sexy, fun, entertaining read that had me craving more of Miss Rie’s Carolina Bad Boys as soon as I finished Stone! I can’t wait to read Nicky’s book next.>

Stone, At Your Service
Carolina Bad Boys #1
Rie Warren
Contemporary Erotic Romance

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Hell on wheels meets hell in high heels.

Bad boy mechanic Josh Stone likes to get his hands dirty any way he can—the filthier, the better. Ever since his wife walked out on him and their young son, he’s only had room in his heart for two loves: the kid and cars.

Roped into playing his best buddy’s gay boyfriend during a romance writers convention, the player meets the girl who’s gonna rock his world. Leelee Songchild. Shy, bashful, beautiful Leelee who blushes at the drop of a hat yet writes hardcore smut to rival Josh’s backlist of Penthouse Forum.

The only problem is his hands are tied. Josh can’t stab his old friend/fake lover in the back even though all he wants to do is take luscious Leelee to bed, and maybe, love her. When the truth comes out, all hell breaks loose.

Too bad romance is just for books.

Ramada’s valet parking sucked balls and cost a mint. The hotel was lit up like a fairytale palace—or a whorehouse, depending how you looked at it–with people coming and going. It was busier than Stone’s before a holiday weekend, when everyone in the tri-counties seemed to get a flat tire. Bellhops wearing pained grins pushed wheeled-carts toppling over with boxes from the convention attendees through the carousel doors.

I wielded our cart into the lobby, following Nicky as he strolled up to the check-in desk. His demeanor changed the second we walked through the doors. Gone was the scrappy South Cackalackee bruiser who knew how to take a hit and knock a fucker to the ground. He rolled up the sleeves on his oxford twice, neatened his hair back into a slick knot, and greeted people with effortless charm.

While we stood in line and he made small talk here and there, a commotion at the back of the queue drew my attention. A gal wrangled with her cart and then watched—eyes and mouth open wide—as four boxes crashed to the floor. Books, dresses, shoes, wigs . . . lingerie swam onto the polished marble floor.

I noticed her cock-up with the cart first.

Her legs second.

Her tits third.

Her face last.

Holy fuck.

“Who the hell is that?” I whispered, pointing at the babe surrounded by ten tons of shit spilling all over the floor.
Nicky glanced over my shoulder. “No idea. New kid on the block, I guess.”

“I’m gonna go help her.” I shouldered through the crowd and squatted down before her. “Need a hand?” Because one thing Ma had taught me was always help out a woman in need.

She blew a tendril of the lightest red hair from her brow. “I’d sure appreciate it.”

And I was a goner.

I packed her stuff back up under her guidance and stacked it smartly onto the cart, willing myself not to look at her as I stepped back. Definitely not remembering the lace, the frills, the full-on feminine lingerie I’d handled.

“My knight in shinin’ armor?”

Shaking my head, I backed away. I saw Nicky at the elevators, waiting for me. “Not really, miss.”

New kid on the block. There was nothing kid-like about her. She was voluptuous, a handful from hips to hourglass waist to perfect breasts. The southern drawling miss in a knee-length skirt and clinging top didn’t seem to know she’d made my cock railroad-spike hard. I walked away, mesmerized by her feminine-fuck-me appearance up to her goddamn adorable face. A killer combination. Full throttle attraction the likes of which I’d never felt made my head spin, my heart speed.

And there was no way I could act on it because I’d just signed up for five and a half days of Gaydom at the Rom Con.

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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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New from Rie Warren and Forever Yours: On Her Watch

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ON HER WATCH by Rie Warren (June 3, 2014; Forever Yours E-Book)
The year is 2071 and all hell has broken loose. As the government tries to control the territories that were once the United States, an armed rebellion erupts . . .AWOL from her military post, Lieutenant Liz Grant will do anything for the rebels she now calls friends. Her latest mission: return to the Beta Corps army and obtain classified information that could turn the battle in the revolutionaries’ favor. There’s only one problem: Commander Linc Cutler.

Strong, coldly handsome, and always in control, Linc is perplexed by the beautiful soldier brought in for questioning. He doesn’t know if he believes her explanation for why she went missing. He only knows his intense sexual desire for her cannot be denied.

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Cursing the snow that blinded me, I swung the rifle over my back. Lost in the maze of alleys, I took a turn and stopped short. My breath froze in my chest. In front of me stood the Freelander, gun raised. I tried to backtrack, but my way was blocked by another one. Training their guns on me, they cornered me against a wall.

I could have taken them out. I knew exactly how to do it. Instead I swallowed the tears back up my throat, blinking away the ones burning my eyelids. Even if I had my gun in hand, I wouldn’t pull the trigger against these people, who were only protecting their way of life. They could be anyone I knew. They could be Darke, or Micah, or Nate.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, prepared to die alone, a failure to the Revolution, my friends, my father.

I heard my name shouted before Linc blasted into the alley. I ducked out of the way. Guns went off above my head, but when I looked up, the Freelanders were still standing and so was Linc. I had only a second to note the frantic fury on his face before he pushed me behind him. I scrabbled for his arm, sure he was going to fire.

“Drop the weapons unless you want to meet your Maker right now.” Harsh and cold, his voice sliced across the narrow alley.

Two soft plops sounded when they threw their guns into the snow at our feet.

“Now, get the fuck out of here unless you want to be taken to the Quad with your friends.”

As soon as they scurried away, Linc locked on to me. He grabbed my arms, scanning me for injuries. He was making sure I was all right when I was anything but. I spoke through tears clogging my throat. “I’m sorry. I choked. I couldn’t…”

He exploded in my face. “You choked? You nearly got yourself killed, Liz!”

Yanking away my helmet, Linc tossed it aside. As soon as he saw the tears—weak and worrisome—he curled me against him. “Jesus Christ.” His voice was muffled against my hair. “This couldn’t have been easy after everything you’ve been through. Maybe it was too soon to return you to duty.”

I spanned his back with my hands, holding on to him. I’d never been one for coddling, but it felt good to be protected, even if it couldn’t last.

When he withdrew, I asked, “Why didn’t you shoot them?”

“It’s not a good day for killing.”

“It never is.”

I saw the tug of his dimple before he picked up my helmet. Then he smiled, and it was so warm my heart fluttered. “Maybe we chose the wrong calling.”

The lighthearted feeling fled when we trudged to the tanks. There were no deaths but plenty of casualties on both sides. The wounded and prisoners were loaded up while Linc and I took point. He kept looking at me so much I wondered if I had my uniform on backward. Or maybe a hair out of place. Perhaps my lipstick had smudged, as if I even knew how to apply it…

“I’m fine,” I said.

“You are not fine.” Hoarse from shouting, his voice rasped from his throat. He held my face between hands that were warm and firm. Our mouths were close enough to kiss, but only harsh words hissed from his lips. “Do you understand we are up against more than the rebels, Liz?”

I wasn’t sure if he was trying to warn me and, if so, what that warning was. Only one thing was certain. I was getting under his skin as much as he was mine.

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Rie Warren lives in Charleston, South Carolina, with her English artisan husband and their two small daughters–one an aspiring diva, the other a future punk rocker. Giving up paintbrushes for paper and pen, Rie began her writing career fifteen years ago with a manuscript of super epic proportions. Safely stored under a lace doily in a filing cabinet. Possibly in England.A nocturnal creature, she adjourns to her woman cave each night in search of wondrous words, rich characters, and thrilling plots to keep readers turning the page. Whether writing contemporary, gay, or paranormal romance, Rie combines heart, heat, and humor with a sexy southern edge.

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