Blurb
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.
Ramada’s valet
parking sucked balls and cost a mint. The hotel was lit up like a fairytale
palace—or a whorehouse, depending how you looked at it--with people coming and
going. It was busier than Stone's before a holiday weekend, when everyone in
the tri-counties seemed to get a flat tire. Bellhops wearing pained grins
pushed wheeled-carts toppling over with boxes from the convention attendees
through the carousel doors.
I wielded our
cart into the lobby, following Nicky as he strolled up to the check-in desk.
His demeanor changed the second we walked through the doors. Gone was the
scrappy South Cackalackee bruiser who knew how to take a hit and knock a fucker
to the ground. He rolled up the sleeves on his oxford twice, neatened his hair
back into a slick knot, and greeted people with effortless charm.
While we stood in
line and he made small talk here and there, a commotion at the back of the
queue drew my attention. A gal wrangled with her cart and then watched—eyes and
mouth open wide—as four boxes crashed to the floor. Books, dresses, shoes, wigs
. . . lingerie swam onto the polished
marble floor.
I noticed her
cock-up with the cart first.
Her legs second.
Her tits third.
Her face last.
Holy fuck.
“Who the hell is
that?” I whispered, pointing at the babe surrounded by ten tons of shit
spilling all over the floor.
Nicky glanced
over my shoulder. “No idea. New kid on the block, I guess.”
“I’m gonna go
help her.” I shouldered through the crowd and squatted down before her. “Need a
hand?” Because one thing Ma had taught me was always help out a woman in need.
She blew a
tendril of the lightest red hair from her brow. “I’d sure appreciate it.”
And I was a goner.
I packed her
stuff back up under her guidance and stacked it smartly onto the cart, willing
myself not to look at her as I stepped back. Definitely not remembering the lace, the frills, the full-on feminine
lingerie I’d handled.
“My knight in
shinin’ armor?”
Shaking my head,
I backed away. I saw Nicky at the elevators, waiting for me. “Not really,
miss.”
New kid on the block. There was nothing
kid-like about her. She was voluptuous, a handful from hips to hourglass waist
to perfect breasts. The southern drawling miss in a knee-length skirt and
clinging top didn’t seem to know she’d made my cock railroad-spike hard. I
walked away, mesmerized by her feminine-fuck-me appearance up to her goddamn
adorable face. A killer combination. Full throttle attraction the likes of
which I’d never felt made my head spin, my heart speed.
And
there was no way I could act on it because I’d just signed up for five and a
half days of Gaydom at the Rom Con.
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 https://www.riewarren.com. She is
represented by Saritza Hernandez, Corvisiero Literary Agency. http://www.corvisieroagency.com/Saritza_Hernandez.html
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