hell in high heels.
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.
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.
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.
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more of Chili Peppers fan.” Her rosebud lips burst into a teasing smile.
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.
fedora then.”
lower before angling in for another short pull on her lips.
raced between us, speeded by the fuel of shared memories.
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.
dad,” she said.
onto the bar. “All the damn time, darlin’. But I don’t want to miss you. Not
tomorrow, not the next day.”
to whisper, “And it explains the Dancing
with the Stars moves. You really are a romantic.”
thought so before her. Guiding her off the stool and between my legs, I
growled, “Only for you, babe.”
couple steps, offering her hand. “Dance with me.”
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.
it.” Her body aligned perfectly with mine.
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.
each other, we danced. Her hand skimmed up my back, mine slipped to her neck.
Our lips hovered but no kisses were taken.
against mine—her soft to my rough. “Sing to me?”
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.
slowly. My hands snuck up her back, holding her against me, unwilling to let
go.
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Rie is the badass, sassafras author of Sugar Daddy and the Don’tTell 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.
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.
connect with Rie via the social media hangouts listed on her website https://www.riewarren.com. She is represented by Saritza
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