Friday, December 19, 2014

Love: In The Fast Lane by Rie Warren Blog Tour

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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“Am I a fling?”

“You think I usually work this hard for a simple fuck?”

Cat started to struggle away.

No way was she going anywhere but back to my house, my room, my bed—fuck me—straight into my heart. “There’s nothing simple about you. I like it that way.”

“So I’m difficult.” Her eyes narrowed.

I had to laugh. “Are you disputing that fact?”

Closer by NIN blasted out above our heads. Bass-throb-sex-beat. And yeah I wanted to get closer to her. “C’mon, dance with me.”

She relented. And by relented I meant she twisted her arms above her head and counterpointed that hot move with a reverse gyration of her hips. Smoking hot sex in my arms. She slid from her leather and tossed it aside, and goddamn if her nipple piercings didn’t glint beneath her tank top.

A sneer-grin worked over Cat’s lips when she turned around. Her ass undulated against my cock. Then she went lower. And lower. All the way to the floor between my legs. Fuck . . . me. I grabbed her hair and hauled her back. All I got in return was a lip lick and a slow wink.

Cat’s inked sleeves shimmered in the flashing lights. Her husky laugh sparked adrenaline through my veins. When she shimmied up my legs, she twined her arms behind my neck. We pumped into each other to the dirty rhythm of the song. Her hips hit my cock with every note. Her lips slid against mine, driving me insane.

I held her leg over my thigh, running my cock up and down juncture of her thighs. Sweat clung to her hair at the temples, and it dripped down the middle of my back. I gave in. I gave up, pushing my hands inside her shirt, over her back, down to her swiveling ass.

The techno beat almost made me combust. The lights flashed and we were one second away from dance floor fucking. I mashed my hands into her hair. She moaned and cupped my cock. Groaning against the side of her neck, I wished we were someplace quiet, private . . . and naked.

Someone whistled, off-tune, then a shoulder bumped mine. I blinked my eyes open.

Ray. Fuck if he’s gettin’ a piece of this action.

“What’d I say about Big Brother earlier?” He nodded across the room.

The brothers were on the move toward us. I wasn’t ready to be the star of Halloween 2013, slaughtered by Steele and Co. Hustling Cat all the way to bay five, I whipped out my keys. The key stuck, the lock groaned, the boys were getting close.

Cat kept watch beside me. “They’re—”

“What? Hit men? Assassins?”

The door finally opened. I tugged her inside and pressed her against it.

Plunged into darkness, she laughed. “I was gonna say not that bad.”

I made my way from her chin to her mouth, my hands moving to gather her hair. A distinct thumping noise stilled me. Then a long guttural groan.

Josh’s Camaro was in here. He’d brought it in for a tune-up that morning. That’s why he’d locked up this bay. He couldn’t have common riffraff fucking with his baby.

Aaand it sounded like he was fucking his baby, Leelee. On top of the car. Behind us.

Turning my back to the wall, I slid down it with Cat. My finger pressed against her lips, but she whispered around it, “Is that—”

“How the hell do I get you out of this get-up?” Josh grunted. Several seconds later, fabric tore.

Leelee squealed. “Mah dress! You dirty rapscallion.”

Funny, she didn’t sound all that pissed off, even when she continued, “Josh! There are still people out there.”

Cat gripped my hand. “Get us outta here.”

I fumbled for the door. It stuck from the inside this time. “It won’t budge.”

Josh murmured, “Frankly, Leelee, I don’t give a fuck.”

Well, at least he was keeping in character. Sort of.

From where we hid, we couldn’t see them, but we sure as hell heard them. The sound of wetness and sucking was an audible turn on. Leelee’s wails grew louder, bouncing off the garage walls. Squeezed against me, Cat’s breath blew hot and fast against my throat. Her hand drifted down my stomach to the tight crotch of my leathers. I screwed my eyes shut, beating my head against the wall when she coaxed my hard-on into a straight-up position.

“Fuck.” Laying my hand on top of hers, I pushed my hips into her grasp. The heel of palm rode down the stiff ridge. Her fingertips explored my balls crushed within the pants.

Josh’s gruff tone overrode my groan. “You like the ’stache, babe?”

“Yes, yes . . . mmm.”

“Don’t know what the hell Rhett Butler got up to with his, but I’m thinkin’ it’s time for a little French tickler action.”

“Oh God,” Leelee whimpered.

“Oh fuck,” Cat moaned, her hand slipping up the column of my cock. Throwing her leg over mine, she straddled me in one swift motion. Her tongue snaked across my lips and sneaked inside my mouth.

We picked up the grinding where we’d left off on the dance floor. She was hot between her legs, her pussy pressed against me. Her hips moved in a sinuous dance. My cock throbbing with every motion, I grabbed her waist and slid her back.


Her gaze hit mine with heat that reverberated all the way to my cock. A pulse of precome dripped down my aching shaft, and it was so intense I felt it melt down to the base of my dick.

“I need you.” My whisper was more growl than voice.

Her hands tightened on my biceps. “Not here.”

Like I was going to fuck her in a garage. We’d save that for the second date. “My house.”

She scrambled to her feet, staying out of the Josh and Leelee’s line of vision. “Now.”

“Promise not to hit me this time?” I gripped the nape of her neck.

“What about scratching?”

All down my back. Hell fucking God yes, Wildcat.

Reviews by the Wicked Reads Review Team

Mary Jo☆☆☆
Nicholas Loveland aka Nicky Love is a paranormal erotic romance writer whose own love life is non-existent. He's living vicariously through his best friend Josh, watching him with Leelee and JJ, Josh's son with his crazy ex-wife.

Seeing Catarina Steele at Josh's garage, he sets his sights on her, only to be turned down flat, which only intrigues him further. Unfortunately for him, some of his more zealous fans seek him out which causes Nick more headaches than he cares to admit to.

When Cat finally agrees to give the relationship a go, Nick is a happy man. Until painful memories from his past threaten his future. When Cat finds out the secret that Nick has been hiding, she runs far and fast.

Can Nick and Cat overcome the secrets that threaten to tear them apart? Only time and understanding will tell.

Lots of characters from the first book make appearances in Nick's story.

This is the second book in the Carolina Bad Boys series, to get the full effect I suggest you read the books in order. In this book we see all our favorites from book one and meet some new ones. This is Nicky’s story. I liked Nick in the first book but now I full out love him! Nicky has secrets even his closest friend Josh doesn’t know about. Catarina Steele is cold as ice and no one can break through her walls. The first meeting between the two starts off with a slap across the face, that should tell you how well things go from there. Nicky and Cat get to know each other and when the secrets are revealed will they be able to work things out? It was a great story with some angst, lust and hot sex. I can’t wait to read the next book!

Characters: The characters were well written and believable.
Sex: Holy h*ll was it hot
Religious: No
Would I recommend to others: Yes
More than one book in the series: Yes
Genre: Romance
Would I read more by this author: Yes

Please read Stone first, you would be missing huge chunks of important details, as well as a great read.

Once again in their home environment, Stone returns to running his garage, loving his woman and his son. But we follow Nicky, the now no-longer-pretending-to-be-gay author to fend off amorous fans, and he is writing a new series. Whilst at Stone's he meets Catarina Steele – and his life is thrown into as much chaos as Stone's!

Again, a fabulous story about family, and pasts that haunt and distort reality. These two damaged souls have to work hard to get to where we want them to be, and the journey is full of miscues. However once again, this is a book full of hope and longing and as hot, as hot can be. I loved that Josh and Nicky's kiss from book 1 had to be mentioned and the teasing continue!

Cannot wait until ...April 2015 – really Ms. Warren, can you not have a Marjorie that makes the schedule a bit shorter, I'm in need of another fix!

Stone, At Your Service

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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Reviews by the Wicked Reads Review Team

Mary Jo☆☆☆
Josh is doing a huge favor for his best friend Nicholas Loveland aka Nicky Love. Nicky is a huge paranormal erotic romance writer who has convinced his loyal readers and fellow writers that he's gay. With everyone wanting to meet his partner, he convinces Josh to tag along to the latest romance writers convention to be his plus one.

Josh can't say no. Nick stepped up and practically moved in with him when his ex-wife left him and their seven month old son, helping him fit his world back together. Playing the part of a contented couple for a long weekend is not too much ask, Josh just hopes that no one figures out that they are both straight as an arrow.

He's not prepared for Leelee, a new romance writer, who takes his breath away. Trying hard to keep up the appearance of a loving couple, Josh is constantly being thrown together with Leelee.

He's torn between the woman who makes him feel and the best friend who has done everything for him.

Josh stone loves his kid, his friends and his garage. He will do anything for any of them and he does just that. He pretends to be his best friend’s gay lover for a week. Nicky, Josh’s best friend is a romance author and to keep the females off his back he says he is gay and brings his gay “lover” to the writers’ convention. Josh has no problem pretending to be gay, it was only for a week and it was his best friend. Things were great until Leelee Songchild walks into the hotel. I will have to admit, this book bored me at times. I found myself skimming because some of it was getting old and just repetitive. Around the 45% mark was when things got good. The chemistry between Leelee and Josh was off the charts hot and so was the sex. I just loved the sensitive side to Josh when it came to his son. Even though I had trouble getting through the first half of the book I really did enjoy the story and was happy with the ending. I do hope we see these two at least briefly in the next book.

Characters: The characters were well written and believable.
Sex: Yes and HOT
Religious: No
Would I recommend to others: Yes
More than one book in the series: Yes
Genre: Romance
Would I read more by this author: Yes

This is one funny, cute and very sexy read. The idea of showing the reader what it is like to be a romance writer at a convention, and building a very clever and poignant story around it is inspired. The opportunity to tease us, the fans about our behaviour must have been hugely enjoyable, and it comes across on every page. I loved the frantic tweeting, the hashtags, etc. What will be funny is in years to come, just like we laugh at huge mobile phones in Pretty Woman, we will laugh at references to Twitter!

The importance of family, of being true to oneself and to openness and honesty is dealt with brilliantly due to the whole charade.

Why are you still reading my review? You need to hightail it onto your Kindle and get reading. This is everything and nothing like you'd expect – and wonderful for it.

Me? Well I'm lucky enough to have book 2 lined up and waiting for me – and I can't wait for the ride!

Also Available in the Carolina Bad Boy Series
Book 2.5
Coming January 8th

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Book 3
Coming April 2015

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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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