Title: Love, In The Fast Lane
Series: Carolina Bad Boys, 2
Author: Rie Warren
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance, Rom-Com
Should you read it? Hell yes!
About Love
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?
Deidre’s thoughts
All the while reading the first installment of the new Carolina Bad Boys series, Stone, I was growing more and more curious about Nicky Love. Maybe because I’m a writer myself. Maybe because he seemed to have a bit of a troubled past. Regardless, I was increasingly curious about what made him a bad boy. Well, I found out. And his story isn’t just a story about a bad boy, but his bad ass gal, too.
Again, Rie Warren delivers in her realistic and raw dialogue between her characters. Her characters are well-developed, and on point with what I would imagine (and may have actually heard) being said between family, friends, lovers, and enemies. Even compared to the solid studliness of Josh Stone, who with his smooth moves and fedora is in a class of his own, Nicky Love stood his ground in more ways than one in his designation as a bad boy.
With Love, you can expect more heat, more kink, but just as much overpowering love and emotion as you read in the previous CBB book.
The only thing I wished would have been different, was more and more of the burgeoning relationship between Nicky and his Wildcat. And I think Nicky’s hens need a little story of their own! It was so great to see the Stone family (that’s how I like to think of all of these characters in this series) growing and developing in Love, and I can’t wait for more.
Do I recommend? Absolutely, but you’d be remiss not to read CBB 1, Stone, At Your Service first. And, I’ve read the first bit of CBB 3… *fans self* get ready folks; Rie Warren and her bad boys are just getting started.
happy reading!
~deidre
One HOT Excerpt
“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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About Rie Warren
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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