Title: Carolina Bad Boys for Life
Series: Carolina Bad Boys #7 (The Series Epilogue)
Author: Rie Warren
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: November 13, 2017
Blurb
Sometimes a Bad Boy
can be good for a girl.
Finale of Carolina Bad Boys—the
hot southern MC series readers have lusted after! The epic series epilogue includes all new original content from Stone to Chrome, featuring all the usual suspects, plus many, many more
characters you won’t even expect.
One big sexily-every-after for the entire crew. ’Nuff said.
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I couldn't be happier with this epilogue !! I loved getting a juicy piece of every couples story !! Years down the road , marriages , kids and life. It is so much fun to see how everything turned out and know that all the suspense and drama and OMG moments in the series were for this !! Of course it is sad to know the series is done BUT how can you be upset with an ending story like this. It really did fit perfectly with the way the series flowed. Thank you for taking the time to do this and to know that even though it was an epilogue there was so much more to say beyond a quick run down. Rie is amazing and I look forward to seeing where she takes us next !!
Excerpt
Rainblow of Love
Frankie
and Preston
“HEY,
SEXY.” PRESTON WALKED into the kitchen, fresh from his workout at the gym.
Preston
Legare, so posh. My downtown toyboy. In low-hanging shorts and a loose shirt he
pulled up to wipe across his face. Baring carved abs, the thin trail of hair,
and an indent of muscles that led to a cock I built frickin’ fantasies around.
He looked
fucking fine in one of my natty tailored suits. Even better naked. But I had to
admit, the sweaty, ruffled, flushed-face look he had workin’ for him right now
reminded me of the way he looked after I’d fucked him hard and put him up wet.
Mmmm.
A man could
get used to that kind of thing.
“That’s Eye-talian
sex god to you.” I leaned into him, drawing his lips to mine with enough
wetness and suction to make Preston groan before I turned back to the stove.
The kitchen
smelled divine, and I’d been cooking all afternoon for him. My mother’s famous
cioppino, Caesar salad, crispy bread I’d made from scratch. Loved spoiling my
man.
We lived in
a restored carriage house in one of the finer spots of the French Quarter,
Charleston, SC. A nice walk through scenic cobbled streets to my shop. Not that
we couldn’t afford more. Being a mostly retired hit man and former Mafia
enforcer, as well as a bespoke tailor . . . I was flush. And Preston, the
executive assistant extraordinaire, wasn’t hurting for money, neither. But the
place was private, quiet, and we had our own courtyard where I liked to fuck
the holy hell out of him whenever the weather was warm enough, which was often.
“Why don’t
you go take a shower then put your feet up? After you pour me a glass of wine.”
“You going
to join me?” Preston turned me to him, pressing his fine body against me.
“Frisky?” Madon’. I loved it when he rubbed all
over me.
Tight bod.
Perfect hair. Nice cock. Great—fucking great—ass.
I was
tempted to get all sudsy and wet with him, but I needed to finish cooking in
the kitchen before I cooked somewhere else. Capisce?
“Gotta
decline that offer, babe.”
“Why? Do we
have plans tonight?” He kissed me, doing that crazy good thing with his
tongue—which was pierced—that drove me absolutely up the wall.
“Nada,” my
voice rumbled out, way huskier than before.
“Do you have plans tonight?” He stiffened,
and not in the good way.
“What’s
that supposed to mean?” My nerves were already a little on edge, and I stared
at him.
“You’ve
been acting sneaky lately.” His eyes turned brittle and hard.
“What’s
gotten your jockstrap in a twist all of a sudden?”
Preston
grunted—a sound of sheer annoyance—and pushed against my chest.
“Jesus
fuggin’ Christ, amante. You accusin’
me of something here?” Crossing my arms over my chest, I stood my ground as he
went all pit bull on me.
“I want to
know who else you’re screwing!”
Complete
and utter shock ranged through me. Quickly followed by a burst of anger.
“You’re on my cock so much, when am I supposed to have time to find a random
fuck buddy?”
“That’s all
I am? A fuck buddy. Your flamer fag? Your backdoor boyfriend?”
My eyes
widened with every word he said, insecurity oozing off him—Preston—the most self-confident man I knew.
“Will you
shut those gorgeous blowjob lips for just one second? Madon’, and I’m the one who’s supposed to have a temper. M’I
right?”
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Author Bio
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. Some of her latest endeavors include the Carolina Bad Boys and Bad Boys of Retribution MC 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.
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