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New Release ~ Dex ~ by ~ Rie Warren

Title: DEX

Series: The O’Sullivan Brothers #3

Author: Rie Warren

Genre: Dark Irish Mafia Romance

Release Date: August 1, 2022

DEX

She’s a bossy blue-blooded Bostonian. I’m a hardened mafia man. There’s no friggin’ way our two worlds should collide, but when they do . . . BOOM, CRASH, DESIRE.

Now it’s just my bad freakin’ luck I can’t keep my mind off the snobby babe’s banging body and beautiful eyes. When she runs into trouble and I’m there to rescue her, I’m ready to put my filthy fantasies into action whether she likes it or not.

I get to introduce the prim and proper woman to the heights of wild lust. But the one thing I really lord over her is a big fat dirty secret her dear daddy has kept from her for years.

Yeah, this is gonna be fun.

IVY

God, I could just scream. No man has ever undermined my composure as quickly as Declan “Dex” O’Sullivan.

It’s just my bad luck that I need his help when I come under attack. I find out then he’s much more than just a pain in my backside; he is seriously bad news. But he’s also breathtakingly attractive with his bad boy aura.

He’s conceited, crude, crass . . . and determined to lay claim over me.

When I realize I’ve got more in common with Dex than I ever thought possible, it’s all downhill from there. I’m about to become a pawn in a game of mafias and one more man I never considered an enemy before. Now that my life is on the line, can Dex save me one more time?

Dex is book 3 in the O’Sullivan Brothers Irish mafia series. No cliffhangers. No cheating. Includes sizzling hot scenes. Can be read as a standalone.

As Dex approached, a breathtakingly intense look on the chiseled planes of his face, I hustled backward.

Still his scent caught up to me—woodsy, masculine, mouthwatering—and my legs bumped against the bed.

Then his voice emerged, silky deep and seductive. “Wanna know what I did last night when I got home?”

I swallowed harshly, not daring to speak; my voice probably didn’t work anymore anyway.

A dirty smirk crossed his perfect lips. “I got my big cock out and edged it over and over. Got so fucking hard, the veins were throbbing and my balls were heavy.” He roamed ever closer while I remained spellbound by his crude words. “I lubed it up nice and slick, so fuckin’ thick in my hand.”

Guhhh.

A needy-sounding whimper parted my lips, lips I licked before sinking my teeth into the trembling flesh.

Something hot and tumultuous swept through my belly, making my pulse flutter, spreading liquid fire right to my core.

“Was thinking about you the whole time,” he murmured in his dark, hypnotic voice.

My breath expelled in a rush. “Declan . . .”

My inner thighs clenched when his cobalt eyes almost glowed in recognition of a helplessly aroused woman.

“Oh yeah, darlin’. You like that, don’t you? Like me thinking about your smoke-show of a body? Those nice big tits.”

The tight tingling spread to my nipples, and my body arched as if I was shoving my breasts toward him.

He was so close now, heat poured off him.

I dropped down onto the bed when my knees gave out.

Watching me, his lids half-mast, he thumbed open the final buttons on his jeans.

Pure fire ignited me when he started lowering those faded Levis. He was slow about it, undressing in a teasing sexual manner that had me breathless, pining, panting, aching.

Then he stood there in nothing but pure white briefs crammed full of thick hard cock.

My god, he was so large that the waistband couldn’t even lay flat against his body. The briefs looked ready to burst from his enormous erection, his balls two big full orbs crushed into the crotch, the head large and clearly visible because he was leaking so much precum the material became transparent around the thick flared crown.

I knew without doubt he was telling me the truth, every word of it. He’d wanted me so much he’d stroked that thick hard stalk of flesh thinking about me.

I’d never experienced such pure, potent passion. Never been on the receiving end of this level of desire, and it made me combust.

He hadn’t even kissed me. Hadn’t so much as touched me.

He’d aroused me to a shivering mass simply by speaking of his dark wants in such a deep, guttural voice.

And still he continued. “You got me so fuckin’ hard just wondering what color your nipples are, Ivy. Fisting my aching cock and kneading my loaded balls and imagining burying my head between your thighs, tasting that juicy pussy.”

Badass, sassafras Rie Warren is an OG Amazon All Star author of Bad Boy books and MC romance. She delivers five star sex, suspense, and the best banter around. Her stories are one hundred percent original, do not contain fluffy plots or virgin brides, and wring every last emotion from readers to leave them with a satisfied smile. Rie’s tough alpha males are never brought to heel, but are instead healed by the feisty femme fatale of their perfect match. She grew up in Maine, went to college in Iowa (Iowa, what?), lived in Scotland, and married in Englishman. In true roundabout fashion, they came back to the States, settled in South Carolina’s lowcountry, putting down southern roots and pursuing their arty endeavors. Tale spinner and character diviner, Rie is a lover of sleep, wine, and rude memes often involving either Disney characters or Winnie the Pooh. She is raising two teen daughters along with an entire brain full of unruly characters. Rough-talking alpha men? Rie has that on tap. Stubborn sassy heroines? You bet. Smoldering sex scenes that’ll set your Kindle on fire? Check, check, check. Keep a fan handy, you’ll need it.

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New Release ~ Possessing the Princess ~ by ~ Rie Warren

Title: Possessing the Princess

Series: Global Outlaws Syndicate World

Author: Rie Warren

Genre: Dark Mafia Standalone

Release Date: May 20, 2022

ARIS

I want her.

And what I want, I take.

She isn’t the first thing in my life that’s off limits.

But she will be the last.

ROYA

I didn’t know The Lykos was his nightclub, not at first. I didn’t realize the sexy half Greek half Russian man was the criminal mastermind behind Dubai’s thriving mafia underworld either. I’m not even supposed to be roaming around on my own, outside of the royal palace where my father the Sheikh rules my very existence, but I just can’t resist the lure of dancing . . . the lure of that man, Aris Volkov.

After one night at The Lykos—when the club comes under attack by my deranged uncle—I’m forced from one captivity to another. That’s right. Aris takes me. He kidnaps me. He despises my father as much as I do, and he’s just ruthless enough to use me to get what he wants . . . absolute vengeance.

I used to fantasize about Aris but now I’m determined to hate him. Easier said than done. He treats me like his own personal plaything, introducing me to delights of the flesh. He doesn’t care that I’m a royal princess. That my modesty has been protected all my life. That I have zero experience with men and I’m embarrassingly out of my depths.

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New Release ~ The Russian Bodyguard ~ by ~ Rie Warren

Title: The Russian Bodyguard

Series: Krasnov Brothers

Author: Rie Warren

Genre: Mafia/Dark Romance

Release Date: December 7, 2020

I am her bodyguard.

I’m her only hope.

I’m going to break her, teach her, train her.

I cannot stand this prissy brat who practically throws herself at every guy she meets. Yet I’m tasked with babysitting her. The pakhan’s daughter tests my patience, makes me want to break out in uncontrolled violence, or maybe just throw her down to show her what all her teasing does to a real man.

She’s untouchable. Until a Russian rival mafia comes seeking revenge. I’m about to teach the printsessa a lesson she’ll never forget, and I guarantee she’s the one who will be taking my orders from now on.

The Russian Bodyguard is book 3 in the Krasnov Brothers series. No cliffhangers. No cheating. Includes vivid, steamy scenes. Can be read as a standalone.

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Maksim’s chest heaved as he read me the riot act. “You are fucking impossible.”

“And you are the worst man I could ever have been shackled to!”

His hand snapping out, he squeezed my cheeks hard.

I tried not to flinch, but his grip was vise-like.

Maksim lowered his face to mine, his gunmetal irises just this side of demonic. “I really will beat your ass if you ever attempt to go out on your own again.”

“Do it!”

Releasing my face, he yanked me into his unyielding embrace. His mouth crashed over mine with a fury I’d never tasted before.

I struggled, kicking at anything I could reach.

He speared his tongue into my mouth, wildly claiming what he thought was rightfully his. Holding me caged against him, he drove a hand into my hair, angling my neck, trying to conquer me.

I let out a strangled growl then let the rage and arousal explode out of me.

Wrath, lust . . . I despised him.

Desire, rage . . . I wanted some part of him.

Maksim grunted when I licked between his lips, drawing me up his body so we collided in all the right ways—for once.

We kissed so ferociously, clawing at each other, practically tearing into one another to get some kind of upper hand out of this pure madness.

And still the heat roared.

We broke apart just as forcibly as we’d clashed together, both of us breathing hard.

“I hate you with every single fiber of my being,” I scathed.

“That makes two of us.” A hard sneer crossed his lips that had just been slanted across mine.

Then, Maksim struck.

He grabbed both sides of my blazer and ripped it open. Buttons popped off, pinging across the room. I looked down at my ruined leather jacket just as he tore if off my back.

Breasts thrust against the corset that remained, I saw him through a haze of red when he slung the jacket aside like it was no more than a piece of rubbish.

I launched back to smack him right across his face, but he captured my wrist in an iron grip.

He towed me inexorably against him again, and all my feral instincts went into meeting his wild kiss.

A loud groan thundered from his chest when I rolled my tongue over his then nipped at his bottom lip. His hands roved from my arms to my ass, and he cranked me right against his undeniable erection, which threw me back into that heady spiral of hate and lust.

His sculpted features came slowly into focus when he drew back.

A filthy grin the likes of which I’d never seen played across his lips that—goddamn him—had felt perfectly voracious against mine. “Shall I tell you what I’ve been thinking about?”

“What?” All the breath caught in my chest, my voice emerging raspingly.

His smirk widened. He paced backward a couple of steps. Without taking his eyes off mine, he removed his tie. With a shift of his strong hands, he unbuttoned his shirt from top to bottom. A shrug of ropey shoulders, and he eased the material from his muscular tattooed torso.

Then his fingers—the ones that had bit into the fleshiness of my ass—dropped to his trousers.

The belt slithered and hissed like a snake when he removed it. He stepped out of his shoes, toed off his socks, went for the closure of his pants.

His voice the same gruff timbre as always, he unzipped, saying, “I have been thinking about my cock in your mouth, Sashenka.”

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New Release ~ The Russian Savage: Enemy of the Bratva ~ by ~ Rie Warren

Title: The Russian Savage: Enemy of the Bratva

Series: Krasnov Brothers #2

Author: Rie Warren

Genre: Mafia/Dark/Russian Romance

Release Date: August 3, 2020

I am her enemy.

And I’m going to make her mine.

She might never forgive me, but I don’t care.

Saving the daughter of an enemy was not my intention but, now that I have her, I intend to keep her. Nothing is going to stop me from using this mafia heiress as I see fit, not even her personal vendetta that pits her family against the Bratva.

Kidnapping the beautiful Italian princess is in my best interests even if it’s not good for her. Because I have wicked secrets of my own, which I intend to play out on her luscious body.

She will be my prized possession come hell, high water, or a vicious new war.

The Russian Savage is Arkady’s story and is book two in the Krasnov Brothers series. No cliffhangers. No cheating. Includes vivid, steamy scenes. Can be read as a standalone.

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My heart beat a mile a minute, and I kept my eyes glued to the daunting man before quickly taking stock of my situation. Arkady had brought me to what appeared to be a well-maintained house close to the alley where I’d been accosted.

Glancing to my right, I noted the hallway we’d come down. Now I sat in the middle of a large midnight blue sofa with two leather club chairs angled across from me. A brick fireplace and tall windows dominated the room almost as much as Arkady’s foreboding presence did.

His gaze left me only to inspect the purse he’d stolen from me.

When I began to get up, he pointed in my direction. “Don’t move, Lucia.”

The stark coldness in his voice reflected in the iced-over blue of his eyes.

Fear froze in my veins, and I clamped my hands between my thighs in hopes of hiding my trembling fingers.

What if he killed me now?

Who would find me then?

My father would bury two children in the space of three months.

The gag made it difficult to breathe but, after another threatening look from Arkady, I didn’t dare remove it, not even though air staggered in and out of my lungs.

He made quick work of the contents of my handbag, emptying everything onto a side table adorned only by a trio of tall ivory candles in black enamel holders. After poking through my cosmetics bag and even feeling along every inch of the lining for hidden items, he scooped the small satchel back into my purse.

He hummed when he found my keys and the small pepper spray canister attached. He placed my keychain aside then looked through my feminine hygiene products and birth control pills, which made my cheeks flame brightly.

I almost looked away but, when he glanced at me and saw my embarrassment, I glared even harder.

Maiale!

I cursed a muffled noise when he retrieved my phone. Then he paced to me, and his hand shot out as fast as a whip.

I winced, recoiling from a blow that never came.

His face took on an unreadable expression before he gave two sharp tugs to the gag stuffed between my lips. The pocket square removed, I took a deep stuttering breath, and he raised the phone screen to my face.

He had the device unlocked in an instant from my facial ID.

Lunging up from the deep cushions, I tried to throw myself at him—shove him off-balance, do anything to escape—but he merely sat me back down with one hand centered on my chest.

“Those are my personal belongings!” Red hot anger laced my voice.

“Not anymore.” His face hardened into harsh angles, those snapping blue eyes of his even deeper in contrast to his dark hair.

Every motion he made was precise while pure chilling menace rolled off him in frigid waves.

The side of my face throbbed, my knee hurt, my pants were ripped, and I was thirsty and tired and running on pure adrenaline alone.

I was helpless to do anything to protect myself, and that was the worst blow of all.

He spent no more than a few minutes on my phone and must’ve gleaned whatever information he wanted because he removed the SIM card and smashed it beneath his shoe.

My heart kicked up its wild beating, and I felt like I’d start hyperventilating.

Next, he expertly found the tracker hidden within the phone’s case and crushed it just like he had the card. He discovered a second tracker sewed into the lining of my handbag, and I swore softly beneath my breath.

He sent the most sinister, most triumphant smile my way, and my hands grew clammy.

“Stand,” he ordered after returning the non-contraband items to my purse.

I rose to my feet, nails digging into my palms. I wanted nothing more than to lay a stinging slap across his arrogant face.

“Jewelry,” he said.

“You’re stealing my jewelry? You’re no better than those street thugs,” I spat out.

He said nothing more, holding his hand outstretched.

Knees quaking, I removed my diamond stud earrings, the slim gold chain around my neck, an antique opal ring left to me from my nonna, and the heavy bangle bracelet from my wrist.

He took all the items and examined those too. Finding them clean of bugs, he dropped those into my handbag, which he then tossed at me.

When he pivoted away, I rushed at him from behind.

I didn’t even make contact before he whirled around to capture me in an iron-like embrace. Snarling wildly, I pummeled him on his unyielding chest, but my hands made little impact on his hard musculature.

I’d never detested a man more than I did in that moment.

When I jerked my leg to knee him in the balls, he released me so fast I stumbled. I didn’t even get a chance to steady myself before he grasped me behind the legs and swiftly tipped me onto my back. I landed on the floor, scrabbling to get back up.

He simply reached down, heaved me back up, and pinned me against his body, once more demonstrating his overwhelming power.

His face darkened, restrained fury thinning his lips and, with one hand, he clasped my wrists behind my back.

The next thing I knew, he held the barrel of his gun against the bruised side of my face.

Breath left my mouth in a hiss as cold metal kissed the skin of my throbbing temple.

Arkady slid the barrel down and across my lips.

True terror seizing my insides, I clamped my mouth shut, and his eyes became deadly blue slits as he skimmed the gun beneath my chin.

Then I felt two hard things at the same time—the muzzle of the gun pressed beneath my chin to angle my face up and the rigid thickness of his cock nestled tightly against me.

“Are you scared of me yet, dragotsennaya printsessa.” Gruff hoarseness deepened his voice.

I was petrified and, yet, sudden intense so-wrong arousal tickled across my body to settle low in my belly.

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Good.”

I heard him holstering the sidearm then his hand was at my throat.

I became transfixed by the different kind of heat that entered his blue eyes. Smoldering heat. Male lust as he squeezed my neck, and my nipples traitorously pinged up within the cups of my bra.

Arkady’s head bent toward mine as his hand moved up my elongated neck.

Heat flashed. I thought he was going to kiss me. His mouth would be warm and firm, unlike the kiss of his gun. His hard cock pressed into my belly, and fluttery sensation swarmed lower to pool between my thighs.

His lips barely whispered across my cheek, and my breath hitched in my throat.

My head was spinning.

I had no idea what was going on.

His grip on my neck tightened then loosened then squeezed again, and his lips touched the shell of my ear.

I almost moaned before I swallowed the sound.

I was pressed wholly against this killer Russian who’d just held a gun to my head, and illicit lust spiraled out of control inside of me.

“I don’t need a gun to make you do what I want, Lucia.” His deep drugging voice made my toes curl.

Rough-talking alpha men? Rie has that on tap.
Stubborn sassy heroines? You bet.
Smoldering sex scenes that’ll set your Kindle on fire? Check, check, check.
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Book Tour ~ The Russian Thug: Abducted by the Bratva ~ by ~ Rie Warren

Title – The Russian Thug: Abducted by the Bratva

Series – Krasnov Brothers book 1

Author: Rie Warren

Genre: Russian Mafia, Bratva, Dark Russian Romance

Release Date: April 6, 2020

I am her captor.

Her keeper.

And I don’t have a single intention of protecting her.

This mouthy tomboy is the only daughter of the O’Sullivan mafia, and they’ve been screwing us over for months. All of that changes today. I don’t like surprises but I do enjoy a challenge and, by the time I’m done with the Irish brat, the uneasy truce between our Bratva and their family will be no more than bloodstains on the streets of Boston.

I’m going to abduct her. I’m going to toy with her. I’ll control her and teach her family a lesson they’ll never forget. I can’t wait.

The Russian Thug is book 1 in the Krasnov Brothers series. No cliffhangers. No cheating. Includes sizzling hot scenes. Can be read as a standalone!

Rough-talking alpha men? Rie has that on tap.
Stubborn sassy heroines? You bet.
Smoldering sex scenes that’ll set your Kindle on fire? Check, check, check.
Keep a fan handy, you’ll need it.

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Release Blitz ~ Tail ~ by ~ Rie Warren

Title: Tail

Series: Carolina Bad Boys #6

Author: Rie Warren

Genre: Erotic Romance

Release Date: November 6, 2017

I’m most known for honeys on my arms and notches on my bedpost. But this time, I’m not chasing tail. Every rose has its thorn, and I’ve just been snagged.

TAIL

I have girls lapping out of my hands, forming lines for a chance to dance on my cock. Until she shows up. And it all grinds to a halt. Madison Rose Rush. No joke there. One look at her, and I feel a rush all over my body. I want that thing all the other dudes found. Love. A mate. A classy broad I probably don’t deserve.

I know one thing.

Maddy Rush—Handsome’s sexy sister—is strictly off-limits.

Is that gonna stop me?

Hell. No. Not even with the Bad Seeds MC breathing down my neck for a debt I can’t pay.

MADDY

VP of Retribrewtion Brewery, heiress to the Rush Distillery empire, I’ve played by the family’s rules. I’m community-spirited, high-class, worldly-wise . . . but that doesn’t necessarily mean I’m a good girl.

And Tail makes me want to be bad in ways I never even knew. He’s dangerously gorgeous. He’s affiliated with the same MC as my big brother. He has inked sleeves and sex on the brain and Max warned me away from him.

Is that going to stop me?

Hell no.

Nothing will stop us. Nothing. Until a rival MC—outlaw bikers—retaliates against Tail. Bad Seeds indeed.

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Midday, I rolled up to Retribrewtion on my Harley.

Handsome was nowhere to be seen. Possibly a good thing since he’d apparently ratted me out to the veep of the MC.

Dickwad.

No one questioned my presence when I walked inside the brewery. Also a good thing. Weaving through the bottom floor, I glared at anyone who gave me a second look. I took the steps, knocked on Maddy’s door, entered before she answered.

She sat at her desk wearing . . . glasses.

“Glasses?”

“Hello to you too.”

“Glasses?”

“I was running late this morning. Didn’t have time for contacts.” She bent over her paperwork, aaaand her blouse was revealing enough I could see the creamy dip of her cleavage.

“I like the glasses.”

Fuck, do I ever.

“I’m working.” A smile curved the corner of her lips. But she didn’t look up.

The glasses were small and square and fancy.

Immediate hard-on.

“I see that.”

Hot.

Single-minded and sexy as fuck.

Loved it.

“What’s this? No babies today?” She flipped a folder over and typed some shit into her computer.

“No babies.” I closed the door. Locked it. “Just me. I missed you yesterday.”

Color flooded her face, a face she kept bent down. “How much?”

“Tons.” Christ. I loved doing this with Maddy. The cat and mouse when I’d already caught her. “Got a surprise for you. To say thanks for helping with Ma.”

Her eyes darted up from some paperwork she’d just signed and fastened on my groin. “Is it a big package?”

“What?” . . . Oh . . . She wanted to fuck . . .

I could work with that.

I took off my jacket, shrugged off my shirt. Tested the doorknob to make sure no one would disturb us.

Then I stalked.

Maddy, my prey. My love. My lover. In heels, a blouse, a skirt. And those damn sexy glasses.

“I have a strict policy about not fucking in the workplace.” She backed away, her slanted smile and tilted hips nothing but pure invitation.

“Do you now?” I released the zipper on my black leathers. “You want a big package?” I shucked the leathers to midthigh, then pounced at Maddy, not that she was running away.

My lips swooping to hers for a deep wet kiss, I scooped her onto the desk.

Cock freed, I stroked the thick hard length just once. Once was enough.

Maddy nodded, unbuttoning her blouse.

I flicked the front clasp of her bra, her tits—firm, high, and supple—tumbling out. She started taking off the glasses.

“Uh uhn. Leave those on.” Pulling a pert nipple into my mouth, I ran my thumb repeatedly across the other peaked bud.

Maddy grasped the back of my head, twisting her fingers in my hair. I drew back only to lick across the mound of her breasts and onto the other nipple. Hitching her skirt up and up, I ruched it to her waist.

I cupped her pussy with my whole palm, feeling heated warmth seeping from inside.

She moaned and arched into me, guiding my mouth to hers. “Hurry. I’m ready.”

“Yeah? Hot to fuck me, sweetness?” I delved deeper into her mouth again, sliding my dick along the slickness of her panties.

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 endeavors include the Carolina Bad Boys, a fun, hot, and southern-sexy series.

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.

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Release Boost ~ Baller Made ~ by ~ Rie Warren

Title: Baller Made

Series: Bad Boy Ballers #3

Author: Rie Warren

Genre: Sports Romance

Release Date: July 17, 2017

Blurb

Bad Boy Ballers series finale! Includes an epic novella
length epilogue for Rafe and Peyton, Brooklyn and Delaney, and Calder and
Reggie!

The dark horse of the NFL. A superstar showgirl on the
Vegas strip. Their desire is taboo in ways you can’t even begin to imagine.

Calder Malone. Black sheep. Bad boy. Kicked off the Reno
Ravens and almost suspended from the NFL. The sexy center remains a fan
favorite now that he’s playing for Carolina Crush. And what Calder wants more
than anything is to prove his worth to the team that’s his last chance, the
family he disgraced, and the one woman he fell in love with years ago.

Unfortunately the comeback kid isn’t a boy anymore, and the
babe he wants was never his for the taking—for reasons that make him question
his sanity.

Reggie isn’t just a Vegas showgirl, a pretty face. She’s an
Air Force widow, a strong woman who’s piecing her life back together . . . And
maybe the man she always thought was out of her league and completely
off-limits just became fair game.

Off the field and offstage, what happens when Calder and
Reggie don’t stay in Vegas?

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Excerpt

I was in a bastard of a mood when the doorbell rang after I’d dropped the two
hundred-pound weight onto the rest. My chest burning, my ribs wracked with
agony, I curled up to my feet. Thought about a shirt. Thought, fuck it. It was probably just Brooks.

He’d become my watchdog, checking in regularly, inviting me to his place for dinner with him and Delaney, keeping the door open in case I needed to talk to someone
other than my sponsor.

Striding through the house, I absentmindedly swiped at the sweat on my chest with the towel I held.

I opened the door.

Wished I hadn’t.

My cock went fully hard in an instant.

I draped the towel in front of me, one hand notched on the doorframe, my chest bare,
Reggie’s chin barely reaching my shoulders.

Reggie. On my doorstep. Showing up out of the clear blue.

My lips flattened as my heartbeat thudded in my chest.

Everything that had broken open in that alley with Brooklyn I’d sealed back under.

Until this precise moment when Reggie lifted a bag in her hand and a smile on her
lips when I was pretty sure I’d never looked more threatening. “I’ve got
some time off. Recuperation.” She angled a leg in tight faded jeans toward me.
“Sore tendon. Figured you’d know how to put me back together right as rain with
your PT background.”

“Funny.”

Hooking the end of the towel into the waistband of my shorts, I rasped my hands
across the dark shade of stubble on my jaw, and she watched every goddamn
stroke. “You don’t look injured.”

“You do.” Her gaze—challenging—dropped to the bruise on my ribs.

Motherfucker.

“You came to check up on me.”

“So what if I did?” She shrugged one shoulder.

“You don’t have to worry about me anymore.”

“I can’t just turn it off, Calder.”

“I don’t need or want your help.” I tried to maintain the barrier, nearly snarling at
her.

She merely cast her eyes beyond me. “Are you going to invite me inside like an old friend should?”

Old friend. Old pain.

I stepped back. Barely.

She ducked under my arm. Smiling.

Closing the door, I sealed my body against it. “What are you really doing here?”

“Well, you said you’d accept my calls.” She dropped her bags. Stood with hands on hips. “You lied to me.”

“It’s what I do, sweetheart.” Determined to piss her off so she’d leave because danger lurked in the dark spaces of my mind. I’d
forgotten she reacted like a lioness when cornered.

Rookie mistake.

In two steps, Reggie was up against me, in my face.

Protect and dominate. The two different impulses swarmed through me.

I wanted to serve her up on a silver platter and plant my face between her thighs.

Then tuck her against me in my bed, blankets all around, my arms a cradle.

Her eyes hooked mine with nothing but unwavering intensity. “You have driven everyone away, Calder.” Her stance blended her against me, and she had to feel the heat—the need and arousal—she spiked in my body.

“I will not fucking let you go down one more time.” Bleak, no longer dreamy eyes, rose to mine. “I’m not losing you to self-pity or self-loathing or any other kind of hate you keep wrapping around yourself.”

Looked like I’d met my match.

I’d known it all along.

Impossible.

“One man is enough to lose.” Her voice dropped, but her finger pointed at my chest before she spread her fingers over my careening heart. “And you have a choice in the matter.”

At her unerring words, I went stock-still.

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Release Blitz ~ Baller Made ~ by ~ Rie Warren

Title: Baller Made

Series: Bad Boy Ballers Book 3

Author: Rie Warren

Genre: Erotic Romance

Release Date: July 17, 2017

Bad Boy Ballers series finale! Includes an epic novella length epilogue for Rafe and Peyton, Brooklyn and Delaney, and Calder and Reggie!

The dark horse of the NFL. A superstar showgirl on the Vegas strip. Their desire is taboo in ways you can’t even begin to imagine.

Calder Malone. Black sheep. Bad boy. Kicked off the Reno Ravens and almost suspended from the NFL. The sexy center remains a fan favorite now that he’s playing for Carolina Crush. And what Calder wants more than anything is to prove his worth to the team that’s his last chance, the family he disgraced, and the one woman he fell in love with years ago.

Unfortunately the comeback kid isn’t a boy anymore, and the babe he wants was never his for the taking—for reasons that make him question his sanity.

Reggie isn’t just a Vegas showgirl, a pretty face. She’s an Air Force widow, a strong woman who’s piecing her life back together . . . And maybe the man she always thought was out of her league and completely off-limits just became fair game.

Off the field and offstage, what happens when Calder and Reggie don’t stay in Vegas?

I was in a bastard of a mood when the doorbell rang after I’d dropped the two hundred-pound weight onto the rest. My chest burning, my ribs wracked with agony, I curled up to my feet. Thought about a shirt. Thought, fuck it. It was probably just Brooks.

He’d become my watchdog, checking in regularly, inviting me to his place for dinner with him and Delaney, keeping the door open in case I needed to talk to someone other than my sponsor.

Striding through the house, I absentmindedly swiped at the sweat on my chest with the towel I held.

I opened the door.

Wished I hadn’t.

My cock went fully hard in an instant.

I draped the towel in front of me, one hand notched on the doorframe, my chest bare, Reggie’s chin barely reaching my shoulders.

Reggie. On my doorstep. Showing up out of the clear blue.

My lips flattened as my heartbeat thudded in my chest.

Everything that had broken open in that alley with Brooklyn I’d sealed back under. Until this precise moment when Reggie lifted a bag in her hand and a smile on her lips when I was pretty sure I’d never looked more threatening.

“I’ve got some time off. Recuperation.” She angled a leg in tight faded jeans toward me. “Sore tendon. Figured you’d know how to put me back together right as rain with your PT background.”

“Funny.” Hooking the end of the towel into the waistband of my shorts, I rasped my hands across the dark shade of stubble on my jaw, and she watched every goddamn stroke. “You don’t look injured.”

“You do.” Her gaze—challenging—dropped to the bruise on my ribs.

Motherfucker.

“You came to check up on me.”

“So what if I did?” She shrugged one shoulder.

“You don’t have to worry about me anymore.”

“I can’t just turn it off, Calder.”

“I don’t need or want your help.” I tried to maintain the barrier, nearly snarling at her.

She merely cast her eyes beyond me. “Are you going to invite me inside like an old friend should?”

Old friend. Old pain.

I stepped back. Barely.

She ducked under my arm. Smiling.

Closing the door, I sealed my body against it. “What are you really doing here?”

“Well, you said you’d accept my calls.” She dropped her bags. Stood with hands on hips. “You lied to me.”

“It’s what I do, sweetheart.” Determined to piss her off so she’d leave because danger lurked in the dark spaces of my mind.

I’d forgotten she reacted like a lioness when cornered.

Rookie mistake.

In two steps, Reggie was up against me, in my face.

Protect and dominate. The two different impulses swarmed through me.

I wanted to serve her up on a silver platter and plant my face between her thighs.

Then tuck her against me in my bed, blankets all around, my arms a cradle.

Her eyes hooked mine with nothing but unwavering intensity. “You have driven everyone away, Calder.” Her stance blended her against me, and she had to feel the heat—the need and arousal—she spiked in my body.

“I will not fucking let you go down one more time.” Bleak, no longer dreamy eyes, rose to mine. “I’m not losing you to self-pity or self-loathing or any other kind of hate you keep wrapping around yourself.”

Looked like I’d met my match.

I’d known it all along.

Impossible.

“One man is enough to lose.” Her voice dropped, but her finger pointed at my chest before she spread her fingers over my careening heart. “And you have a choice in the matter.”

At her unerring words, I went stock-still.

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Release Blitz ~ Free Baller ~ by ~ Rie Warren

Title: Free Baller

Series: Bad Boy Ballers Book 2

Author: Rie Warren

Genre: Erotic Romance, Second Chance, Sports Romance

Release Date: May 1, 2017

FunUnderTheCovers – “If you like a hot and sexy football player and an even sexier female baller then you are gonna love this book!”

IScream Books – “When a book comes along that is written by Rie Warren it is always guaranteed to be a panty pleaser.”

Amo & Sarah – “A great read. Brooks shows Delaney love is something great, not hurtful.”

Where the guys play hard, but the girls play dirty.
Brooklyn Holt, Carolina Crush’s top tight end, made a vow after his wife left him: never fall in love again. He doesn’t need a long-term lady. Hell no. He has the magic hands, the downfield rushes, the easy chicks by the dozens. And finally a team on a winning streak.

Being a free agent with the ladies is exactly what Brooks wants. Until Delaney Jones happens. The hot bitch with the serious attitude shows up with her own team in pretty much half the uniform he wears. Quarterback of the all-female Carolina Cougars, she’s sleek as a racehorse, mean on the field, and immune to all his moves. Every time she gives him no time just makes him hungrier for her.

Delaney Jones takes her work and her personal life seriously, and she’ll never be mistaken for a cheerleader, in spite of her athletic body. She’s never rah-rah’d with her pom-poms for any man—hunky, hot as hell tight end or otherwise.

Brooklyn Holt has swagger. He has strut. But Delaney isn’t about to be the free baller’s willing slut. Until she scratches the surface and discovers his wounds run as deep as hers and his heart is warmer than she’d ever thought. It’s just too bad the past won’t die. When the danger she’s run from for years catches up to her, she’s determined to keep Brooks out of the crossfire. Even if it means Game Over.

Brooklyn Holt was concerned about me, but to be honest? I could not wait to get my hands all over him. The moment he’d stepped into the living room and I saw his reflection in the windows, I knew I had to have him.

The unbuttoned shirt showed off his supercharged body—the well-sculpted broad torso—and those jeans. Those jeans plastered to the hard edge of his thighs, his ass, his . . . oh my God . . . the Girth Brooks cock made every single part of me swell with need.

In his bedroom he stood in front of me, not touching. His shirt hung open, his eyes hooded low, and his breath struck in and out of his chest.

“You’re in charge. Whatever you want.” His words came out thick and hoarse.

I drew my finger from his stomach and slipped it between my pursed lips. “Oh, I already know I’m in charge.”

I thought Brooklyn’s eyes were going to fall out of his head. His hips surged, bringing my attention to the long hard formation at his groin. Nnnnh, that belt buckle just set everything off perfectly. I figured I owed him a little payback since he’d gone down on me so completely I’d nearly lost my voice—coming so hard from the hot strikes of his tongue on my pussy.

My breasts brushed against the hair on his chest, and I reveled in the feel. I skimmed my fingers over his huge shoulders, behind his neck, into his thick, wavy hair.

Drawing him to my lips, I cried out when he cupped my backside, tugging me up and into him.

Our kiss long and hot and wet, I pulled away, panting.

“I want you.” His pelvis kicked again.

“I know.”

He palmed my breasts, thumbing across my nipples. I almost lost my concentration, but I stepped behind him. Dragging the shirt from his thickly muscled arms, I kissed down the center of his back.

“Oh, wow.” My fingertips skipped up the center of his laddered sinews fanning out. My breath held as I took in the total artistry and sheer fuckhotness of his ink-covered back.

“You’ve seen my tats before,” Brooks spoke in a ragged voice, and chills rose on his skin beneath my fingers.

“Not close up.” The tat was a landscape of horses . . . steeds, a whole herd of them in black and shades of gray with majestic manes. Dust flying beneath their soaring hooves. Red eyes glowing.

The magnificent tattoo was made even more so by the muscular canvas of his entire back.

“I’ve never seen anything like this.” Placing my hands on his lean hips, I followed one curving line with my tongue, licking.

“Fuck.” Immense muscles flexed as his head craned back.

I bit then sucked along his lats.

“Jesus.” His shoulders knotted.

I kissed at his tats, sucking and swirling my tongue.

“Delaney . . .”

“Are you going to beg me now?”

When I rounded to face him, he curled an arm around my waist.

I stopped him before his mouth crashed to mine. “I thought you said I was in charge.”

Rushed ragged breaths chugged in and out of his chest. He looked at me as every sinew in his body—his highly trained form—tightened.

“Fuuuck. You’re the boss.”

I smiled, tossing his shirt onto a chair. “That’s right.”

“But no fuckin’ shit? I’m so close to blowing my load just looking at you.”

Walking toward his bed, I swished my ass. “I know.”

“I’d rather come in your cunt.”

A hot swirl of need simmered between my legs at his rough raw language. “Not my mouth?”

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Release Blitz ~ Million Baller Baby ~ by ~ Rie Warren

Title: Million Baller Baby

Series: Bad Boy Ballers Book 1

Author: Rie Warren

Genre: Secret Baby, Second Chance, Sports Romance

Release Date: February 6, 2017

She’s NFL royalty. He’s the star quarterback of a tanking team. When she takes ownership, balls will roll . . . and the truth will out.

Rafe Macintyre—the rocket-armed Carolina Crush quarterback—has nothing to lose and everything to prove. All because of one woman . . . Miss Peyton Fox. When the tough-as-nails chick takes over as team owner, Rafe is ready to turn the epic-fail season into a Super Bowl championship. But the winning has to start with Peyton’s love.

No stranger to playas on and off the field, Peyton Fox is born and bred NFL royalty. Been there, done him, and called the plays even before she took up the Carolina Crush crown. She has zero time for a love life and even less time for games unless they happen between the endzones. Unfortunately, Rafe Macintyre has one hell of an arm, and he’s full of hot southern charm. He’s not too bad to drool over either, but it’s been five years since she tangled with him—a mistake she doesn’t plan on repeating.

The consequences of one night of rebellion will last a lifetime. It’s all fun and games until someone gets knocked up.

I led Peyton upstairs after grabbing her bag, our hands brushing together sending that same hot sizzle coursing through my body.

“You can shower up in here.” I guided her into my room, giving it a quick once over.

I’d changed the sheets, made the bed, tidied the fuck up . . .

Dammit. I’d missed a pair of briefs on the floor.

Swiftly kicking them under the bed while Peyton inspected the ocean view outside the tall windows, I said, “Bathroom’s through that door. I put out fresh towels for you.”

And dammmn, Peyton looked good in my bedroom when she spun to face me. “This is your room?”

“Mmm.” My gaze lingered on her body and that goddamn bikini-thing.

“What about you?” she asked, strolling closer.

“Are you inviting me to join you in the shower?” Because if so I was in danger of shredding my shorts with my rapidly hardening cock.

“Maybe.” She blushed deliciously.

Drawing her straight against me, I brushed a light kiss over her smooth, slightly salty lips. “Trust me, darlin’. If my mom and Liv weren’t here I’d have us both stripped down and you soaking wet in ten seconds flat.”

Her fingertips made small circles through the black hair on my chest, and I cursed quietly. “Who says you haven’t already made me wet?”

I barely refrained from mauling her. She had to feel the solid bar of my cock hot and throbbing and pressing against her belly.

“I’d love to find out.” My palms skimmed to her hips, but she pulled back an inch.

Her cheeks flushed even more. “I suppose this happens a lot.”

“What?”

Her bare feet overlapping, she shrugged. “Having women over. And I don’t mean your mom and Liv.”

I tilted her chin beneath my knuckles, lifting her eyes to mine. “Peyton Fox, you’re the first woman who’s ever been in this bedroom. I swear.”

She whimpered once then I crushed her against me. The floodgates opened and our lips slid together. She gripped the back of my neck. I hauled her up and wrapped her legs around my waist. Our hot tongues tangled, tasted. And I was so close to slamming her against the wall. Her grinding hips were making me crazy.

When she started nibbling my neck with her soft moist mouth I had to break away before I ripped her suit off and tackled her to the floor.

Fuck me. Her nipples were making peaks in the material of that sexy blue suit, so hard I could think of nothing but sucking them.

“Rafe.”

“Huh?”

“You’re staring at my boobs.”

I stared some more. Mighta drooled, too. “Because I want them in my mouth.”

When she started untying the string behind her neck, I pivoted away. “Fuck. Don’t test me, Pey.”

I heard the wet slap of her suit hitting the floor, and it took the last shred of my willpower to keep my eyes glued straight ahead. Struggling to breathe deeply enough for air to actually inflate my lungs, I stood like a wooden soldier. A very stiff wooden soldier.

And when I felt her bare tits—warm from the sun—brush against my back, I jerked forward as if burned.

“Now I gotta go cool down before I do something everyone will hear.” I rushed out of the room, her smoky laughter following me all the way.

Hurrying downstairs, I stripped off and dove into the outside shower, hitting that shit on straight-up ice cold. No joy. Even the icy prickles of water couldn’t deflate my cock.

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