Spinning off from the two #1 bestselling Amazon series—Carolina Bad Boys and Bad Boys of Retribution MC, headliners in Erotica Humor, Thrillers, and Suspense—come more deliciously dangerous, scandalously sexy stories, a whole new level of hotness starting with Walker.
Explosives are Walker’s specialty, but he’s never handled anything as combustible as his enemy, Jade Huntington.
WALKER
Goddammit. All I want to do is blow shit up. Is that too much to ask? But, no. What I get is mission frigging impossible in the middle of a Beirut hotbed. I’m the renegade of Operation T-Zone, but this time I swear I’m gonna do things by the book. That is, until Jade Huntington’s involvement in my op causes a brand new snafu.
My tribal name means desperate warrior, and that’s exactly what I am for reasons I can’t outrun. And Jade? She’s personal enemy number one. An incredibly sexy one at that. But she’ll never find out just how desperate I am for her.
JADE
I’m not an assassin, even though I am badass. I’m a protector. Except when it comes to Walker. What I wouldn’t give to bore a bullet through his stubborn skull. We’ve been at each other’s throats for years, this time I’m determined to leave him in the dust after I shoot a few holes in him.
We’re forced to work together when Walker practically kidnaps me and my package: the woman I’m guarding, the target he’s assigned to take out.
Days on the run. Nights of enforced closeness. Fighting side by side. Ever-present danger ignites a desire I can’t control. But the endgame is so perilous Walker and I might not make it out alive.
Four X-Ops alpha men. Four feisty wicked women. Four books you’ll want to sink your teeth into. Bad Boys of X-Ops.
Back to back, spring 2016!:
Walker
Justice
Storm
Bane
I relaxed my stance, lounging slightly back. “You know what I like to do when I need to expel some energy, Jade?” Her name came out buttery soft with a slight dare.
My eyes lowered to the dangerous curves of her body and the atmosphere shifted again, compelling me closer to her sensual heat.
Her gaze widened, the green of her irises drowning in darker depths.
“What?” she asked, breathless and not backing down.
“Fuck or fight. So what’s it gonna be?”
“Fight,” she declared.
I loped forward to the center of the room. “Here’s the deal, if I win, we fuck.”
“If I win, you’re dead.” She flashed a challenging grin at me, getting into combat stance.
“Bring it.” I curled my fingers in her direction.
I usually didn’t hit chicks, but the truth was I couldn’t wait to get physical with thia woman anyway I could.
We stalked briefly around one another, balancing on the balls of our bare feet, lunging and snaking away before any strikes landed on flesh.
The heat in the room multiplied by a million degrees when Jade whipped off her hoodie, revealing a tight black tank top that showed off the sleek sinews of her arms and shoulders.
My low wolf whistle seemed to really set her off.
Surprise.
With a high shriek, she leaped across the air. Coming down, she planted her heel in my solar plexus. Before I could recoil her hand captured my braid, and she cuffed me across the face.
I thrust her away with my knee at her chest so she stumbled a few steps.
“Nice move.” I swiped the blood from my mouth.
“I learned it from watching you. You fight like a girl.”
“And you got a big mouth. Hope you can back it up.”
Jade grunted, pouncing forward. I ducked the blow she aimed at my ribs then rose behind her. Cinching her wrists in my fist, I held her hands immobile at the base of her spine.
I pulled her against me. Sweat drizzled between my chest and her back. The muscles in my arms and shoulders bunched with restraint.
Her ass moved almost imperceptibly against my steel-hard cock, and she gasped before growling.
Squeezing her fingers together into a tight funnel, she cranked her head back against my throat. She slipped free while I bent over, taking in deep draws of O2.
Whirling on me, Jade bit out, “Come on, baby. Hit me. You’re the one who suggested a fight.”
“Actually, I was angling for a fuck.” I reeled away from her incoming roundhouse kick before she made contact. “But what can I say? Lady’s choice.”
“Then you actually have to fight me to get it.” Her tits rose and fell with the harsh breaths in and out of her lungs. “Your rules.”
I growled and lowered down on my haunches, prowling in a circle around her. “That what it takes to get you going, Jade?”
“You don’t have what it takes.”
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. http://www.corvisieroagency.com/Saritza_Hernandez.html
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