SYNOPSIS:
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.
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EXCERPT:
“I figured you for
more of Chili Peppers fan.” Her
rosebud lips burst into a teasing smile.
“Chet Baker, old
school all the way, babe.” I leaned
in those last few inches, licking the crest
of her mouth, snicking her with a
gentle bite of teeth.
“That explains the
fedora then.”
I tugged the brim
lower before angling in for another
short pull on her lips.
Heat, sex, need
raced between us, speeded by the fuel
of shared memories.
This is it.
The feeling of being all
alone, together. It raced up my spine
and pounded through my body, slamming
right into my heart. What my folks had,
I’d only experienced with Leelee. The
night of the tango, in a roomful of
people, we’d been intent on each other. She
was heaven in my arms and I wanted
nothing more, no one else.
“You miss your
dad,” she
said.
I flipped my hat
onto the bar. “All the damn time,
darlin’. But I don’t want to miss you. Not
tomorrow, not the next
day.”
She moved closer
to whisper, “And it explains the
Dancing
with the Stars
moves. You
really are a romantic.”
I never would’ve
thought so before her. Guiding her off
the stool and between my legs, I
growled, “Only for you,
babe.”
She shifted back a
couple steps, offering her hand. “Dance
with me.”
“I think that’s my
line.” I brought her hand to my
chest. Warm and soft, her hip filled my palm,
her skirt rustling between us. Leaning
down, I nipped her shoulder, drinking
her body in.
“I’m re-writin’
it.” Her body aligned perfectly with
mine.
“For All We Know”
began. There was nothing but the song
and the sway of our bodies around the
emptied room. Bartenders watched,
quieting their movements as they cleaned up
around us.
Wrapped around
each other, we danced. Her hand skimmed
up my back, mine slipped to her neck.
Our lips hovered but no kisses were
taken.
Leelee’s cheek lay
against mine—her soft to my rough.
“Sing to me?”
No candles, no one
else, my voice rumbled with the rich
tones of old times. There was no fancy
footwork, only feeling. And she felt so
fucking good in my arms.
The music ended
slowly. My hands snuck up her back,
holding her against me, unwilling to let
go.
AUTHOR
BIO:
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 https://www.riewarren.com.
She is represented by Saritza
Hernandez, Corvisiero Literary Agency.
http://www.corvisieroagency.com/Saritza_Hernandez.html
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LINKS:
http://www.riewarrenerotica.tumblr.com
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