Review of Carolina Bad Boys for Life (Carolina Bad Boys #7) by Rie Warren

“Hell on wheels met hell in high heels…”


Genre: Contemporary Romance, MC Romance, Erotica

Book Length (Est.): 155 Pages

Book Description/Synopsis:  

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.

Carolina Bad Boys is complete:
Ride (Novella: the book within the book from Stone)
Carolina Bad Boys for Life

Jennifer’s Review: 

*I received an ARC of this book free from the author in exchange for an honest review*

Let me just say that this is one hell of an epilogue. It includes all the couples we fell in love with during the Bad Boys Series along with a few we wondered about. Not to mention a major jump forward at the end for a little extra entertainment.

It’s filled with humor, babies, and lots of sex!

My only suggestion for anyone who reads it is to not read it all in one sitting or you’ll get completely burned out on all the sex scenes like I did.

My Favorite Quotes:

“Since little human beings are coming out of someplace no one but you should ever see. And not like that.” She huffed, cupping the big round mound of her belly while I eased onto 17. “You’re gonna see my cookie. You should’ve had sex with me last night because I’m probably never going to let you back inside.”

Oh and…

“Will you shut those gorgeous blowjob lips for just one second?”

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Review of Rush (Carolina Bad Boys #5) by Rie Warren


Temptation at its Finest


Genre: Erotica, Suspense, MC Romance

Book Length (Est.): 294 Pages

Book Description/Synopsis:

Hot girls, hot cars, and time behind bars . . . I’m the most unsuitable dude for pretty girl-next-door Shiloh Lockhart.

I’m the black sheep of the Rush family, cut off from the bourbon distillery dynasty. Shrug. They didn’t approve of the high-octane rap sheet of arrests marring my pretty boy, prep school upbringing. Hot girls, hot cars, and time behind bars for illegal street racing—what can I say? Speed is in my blood.

Now I’ve cleaned up. I’m being good. I’ve got my own plans, and they for damn sure don’t include Shiloh Lockhart. Shy. The goddamn classic girl next door. She shows up out of the clear blue, turning all the MC dudes into drooling manwhores. But not me. I’ve got too much to lose to risk falling for a perfect girl like her.

When Shy’s overprotective folks tell her I’m bad news, they’re right. But come to find out she’s already endured more than her fair share of shit-gone-bad in her life, and she’s convinced I won’t make it any worse. Shy couldn’t be more wrong.

I haven’t seen Max since he got kicked out of the Rush family home years ago. Now I’m determined to get back in touch with the boy I used to crush on growing up. They call him Handsome at the motorcycle club he belongs to, and I can see why. The long dark brown hair. The smoldering whiskey-colored eyes. The sculpted face and big muscled body.

Too bad he’s intent on treating me like a kid sister. Hmm. We’ll see how long that lasts, because to squash this schoolgirl crush I need to be with Max just once . . . turns out one taste of Rush isn’t enough.

My situation is life threatening, but what he’s hiding is even more dangerous. Too late. Rush is already in my blood.

Jennifer’s Review:

*I received an ARC of this book free from the author in exchange for an honest review*

If you’ve been reading the series then you know who Handsome is. He’s always been kind of the silent one out of the bunch, but pull his hair out of his face and add in a new fitness routine and he has even more ladies drooling than before.

Max (Handsome) was rejected from his family and the lifestyle he once knew, but Retribution is family now and he wouldn’t trade them for anything. They’re supportive of not only him, but his dreams; the way only family should be. When someone from his childhood appears at the clubhouse one day out of nowhere he’s left speechless. No where is the young girl he remembered, and believe me he sure does trying finding her underneath the sexy bombshell she is now.

“Spinning with my hands skimming the excess before it reached my abs, I was heart-stopped by Shy’s hungry look. At Me. Oh God. This wasn’t gonna end good. I needed a T-shirt. Chains to lock me up. To tase myself, maybe, as she advanced.”

Shiloh got dealt a bad hand, but she’s doing everything she can to make the best of it. Now she’s going after the one thing she’s always wanted, but could never have, Max, and she isn’t taking no for an answer. She’s sweet, loveable, and determined; all the things that spell disaster for Max.

“If I told you you just broke me, would you still let me sleep with you on top of me tonight?”

Once Max overcomes the fact he cares for Shiloh they’ll make an unstoppable team. They’ll be there for each other, help each other’s dreams come true, and even be there when disaster strikes. And disaster definitely strikes. My heart broke for Shiloh and what she goes through.

I don’t think I can ever sing enough praise for Rie Warren. Both the Caroline Bad Boys and Bad Boys of Retribution series blends action, suspense, raw emotion, and a sizzling hotness. The characters and storylines intermingle throughout both series and the way it all comes together is pure art. Rush is another example of her greatness.

“We’re gonna go slow. Then I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll ask me to drill you into the mattress again, as soon as you get your voice back from screaming my name.”

Jenn 5 Heart

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Review of Justice (Bad Boys of X-Ops #2) by Rie Warren


Love those biscuits!


Genre:  Military Romance, Erotica, Suspense

Book Length (Est.): 276 Pages

Book Description/Synopsis:

From the world of bad boys of Retribution MC comes a deliciously dangerous, scandalously sexy, four part series!

Fight to win.
Fight to survive.
Fight for love?

Let’s face it. I’ve got a bad rep with the ladies. I’m a rough-talking, smooth-loving, international playboy—yeah right, whatever—and an X-Ops specialist. Sure, I’m hiding a secret or two. Who isn’t? That’s the least of my concerns when I’m called in to lead an infiltrate-and-retrieve mission.

I’ve got my head in the game—the one firmly attached to my shoulders. An American embassy overseas is under siege, and I’m expecting to rescue the ambassador and his daughter, a stereotypical geeky damsel in distress, Matilda Lawless.

Caught in the crossfire between explosive danger and wild desire, I’m in for the shock of my life.

I’m not looking for any man to save me. I’m pretty damn capable of taking care of myself, thank you very much. I have a successful career and was practically born and bred on a gun range, even if I can’t bake a perfect biscuit to save my life like a good southern woman should.

But there’s just something about that hardcore operative called Justice. He’s haunted and lonely, and I know that pain inside and out. It doesn’t hurt one little bit he’s been blessed with more than his fair share of good looks, plus a body that would make any red-blooded woman drool.

Barricaded inside the embassy, under my father’s shrewd eyes, I intend to have Justice no matter how many times he says he’s not good enough. I see the way he watches me. With dirty, sexy, hungry lust.

Fighting is what Justice does. Now I need him to fight for me.

Warning: Graphic sex, graphic action, graphic language. Triple X caution.

Bad Boys of X-Ops—four part series:
Storm: Coming soon
Bane: Coming soon

Jennifer’s Review: 

*I received an ARC of this book free from the author in exchange for an honest review*

Justice isn’t just the “pretty boy” he’s known as. He’s a wiz with computers, top of his game with the x-ops, and underneath all of his sexy tough exterior he’s really a sweetheart.

“Get ready to embrace the suck, marine.”

Tilly is a firecracker. She’s a lot tougher than she looks and has no problem standing up to those who think otherwise. She was belittled once, she won’t be again that’s for sure.

Their relationship is awkward and yet intense at the same time. He’s there with his x-ops brothers to rescue her and her father, but when their mission gets complicated beyond all reason they’re forced to remain in the bunker together. It’s impossible to hide from something you want when you can’t escape it…or in this case her.

“Christ. You threw biscuit dough at me and nearly took my head off.”

Justice puts you smack dab in the middle of a war zone, sucked into the pages, and waiting for that moment when stubbornness wanes and passion ignites. Oh and when that moment happens…HOT DAMN!

I don’t want to give anything away, but I loved the way this book played out. The beginning is so intense that it was nice getting a little sweetness mixed in.

My Favorite ‘Hold My Breath’ Moment: Justice always tries to do the right thing, but when crosses the line he does so like a raging bull. But when he gets so carried away he fails to notice something incredibly important, he’ll never forgive himself. I could feel his pain with every breath I took.

Jenn 5 Heart

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“You better learn not to order me around, girl.” I glanced at my gun, knowing the weapon was useless against her, but the one rearing up between my thighs was more than ready to blast off.

I was in no position to fuck the ambassador’s daughter.

Tilly pulled out her own chair and scraped it across the floor to face mine. She sat down with equal purpose and threw her softly rounded chin forward.

“And you best learn not to call me girl.”

“Oh I had, huh?” My voice was rougher and steelier.

“That’s right.” Tilly stared at me with absolutely no fear, her eyes a snapping glittering green.

When I didn’t utter a single word, she tossed back her hair and said, “That’s what I thought. Big tough soldier boy isn’t really that tough at all.”

Damn her. She’d provoked the wrong man.

My hands snaked forward lightning fast, and I gripped her by the bare ankles. I hauled her feet to my thighs, real close to where I was hard and throbbing for her.

Her lips popped open in a gasp.

With my face close to touching hers, I meted out, “You better watch who you tease, little girl. And I’m a marine.”

“You don’t scare me.” She threw the challenge back at me.

“That’s your first mistake.” Reaching forward, I grasped her hips and dragged her easily onto my lap. “No idea who or what you’re playing with.”

Her daring fled, but only because sudden desired rushed between us.

Her eyes grew heavy. Mine fastened to her tits rising and falling. She lifted her arms to my shoulders, settling closer, warmer, softer. I skimmed my hands from her hips around to her ass, kneading her through thin denim.

Tilly’s head fell back as she exhaled. The noise was a moan of breath, one that heated my skin.

I wanted to kiss her neck. Wind my fingers through her hair. Slant a hard ruthless kiss on her softly opened lips.

None of that could happen.

From where one of her hands draped around my shoulder, I drew it to my shorts. I placed her fingers on my cock through the nylon now stretched almost sheer by the weight of my dick.

“Feel that?”

She looked down, squeezing the solid length.

Fuck.” My nostrils flared, and I felt like I was looking at her through a veil of lust so goddamn strong the whole residence could explode and I wouldn’t even notice.

She drew her fingers up my cock and, finding the flared ridge, toyed with head.

My breath ranged hard in my chest—deeper, louder, like it was scraping out of my throat because the hoarse groan would be so loud someone would definitely come running.

But I wasn’t about to bail on this yet, not until I’d made my point crystal fucking clear.

“That’s cock. Big thick cock and I’d fuck you in two on this floor without even asking your name if this was any other circumstance.” I spoke with no finesses. Just rough unrefined need.

I had no time for relationships or romance.


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Review of Chrome: With a Heart Forged In Steele (Carolina Bad Boys #4) by Rie Warren


Steeled Only on the Outside


Genre: Contemporary Romance, Erotica, MC Romance

Book Length (Est.): 312Pages

Book Description/Synopsis:  

Boomer Steele is big. He’s bad. He’s the Retribution MC pres. He’s been dealt the worst hand imaginable and bears the scars inside and out. Not that anyone knows it. He’s watched his younger brother and sister hook up and hitch up with the loves of their lives, and now he’s the last Steele standing alone. Maybe he should keep it that way.

Then one feisty honey makes him feel, gets in his grill, pisses him off.

She goes by the name of Rayce. And that’s exactly what she does on her motocross bike when she’s not busy getting her hands dirty with her fellow grease monkeys as the only female mechanic at Stone’s Garage. She’s into fixing bikes, racing hers, and making Boomer’s life a living hell just for the fun of it. Oh, and she hates being treated like a girl.

Sparks flying? That’s an understatement where these two are concerned. Yet when Rayce needs a place to live, and Boomer offers her a room in his house, their unquenchable attraction wins out over antagonism. Sometimes. Rayce’s crappy upbringing makes her think love is for stupid fools asking for heartbreak. She’s not willing to go there for any man. Not even Boomer Steele.

The bigger they are, the harder they fall.

Jennifer’s Review: 

*I received an ARC of this book free from the author in exchange for an honest review*

Rayce is tough, but only on the outside, and only because she has no other choice. She races motorcross, she’s a mechanic, and she has no problem just being one of the guys. But when she’s at home she’s a completely different person…broken and afraid.

“You’re so damn small, princess.”

“Only because you’re a fucking giant.”

Boomer had his eyes on Rayce for quite a while and for everyone who has read the series we’ve all been waiting for the moment they get together. He’s wanted her like no one ever before, he’d even gone on a celibate streak the moment he saw her because he didn’t want anyone but her. Problem is she’s hot and cold and he doesn’t know what to make of it.

“I needed the opposite of Viagra.”

Once Boomer discovers where Rayce is actually from his protective streak multiplies and all he wants is to take care of her, but she’s strong-willed and won’t accept being anyone’s charity case. Not even if her heart truly wants to accept.

In true Rie Warren fashion there’s sex, violence, and a family who always have each other’s backs. Love Retribution! Chrome: With a Heart Forged in Steele is another great book in a the Carolina Bad Boys series. It combines characters from both the Carolina Bad Boys and Bad Boys of Retribution MC, all of which are awesome books and should be added to all MC lovers bookshelves.

My Favorite Moments: I loved all of Rayce’s little mumbles to herself about Boomer.

“Big muscles. Good with babies. Knows how to dance. And can cook. Quadruple hate.”

Jenn 4 Heart

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Review of Coletrane (Bad Boys of Retribution #4) by Rie Warren


Leather & Tattoos Meets Designer & Flawless 


Genre: Contemporary Romance, MC Romance, Erotica, Suspense

Book Length (Est.): 265 Pages

Book Description/Synopsis:  

Series finale from the summer MC hit!

From the world of Carolina Bad Boys and Retribution MC, this bad boy biker likes to be in control, and he’s ready to take what he wants.

Her name is Sinclair Chatham. Sin. That’s exactly what she is—walking, talking, in the flesh sin. She’s haughty, privileged, so goddamn starlet sexy, with an ass I want to grab and spank raw.

I want her to give herself over to me. I want her to lose that polished princess veneer. I want to strip away the money, the manicures, the maids, the immaculate façade.

I need her to be mine. But I’m a grunt. A biker. A tattoo artist. I’m blue collar all the way, and her family will probably shit bricks if they ever meet me.

Not to mention, I’m running from a bad past that’s about to catch up with me.

I would never go for Cole in a million years. He’s gruff, rough around the edges—and covered in ink. He’s unapologetic, demanding, and sometimes scary as hell. He tells me what he wants, how he wants it, and why he’s going to ruin me for all other men.

Coletrane destroys my vanity, gets inside my head while he gets into my bed, and I can’t say no to him. He’s not what I expected—tender at times, taking no prisoners at others. He breaks me down, builds me up.

He is not my type.

They say opposites attract, and they’re right. I just didn’t expect him to turn my cushy life upside down and inside out. But it’s too late, and someone’s going to get hurt.

Warning: Graphic sex, graphic action, graphic language. Triple X caution.

Jennifer’s Review: 

*I received an ARC of this book free from the author in exchange for an honest review*

Coletrane and Sinclair come from very different backgrounds. His past is dark and filled with many things he regretted and many things he couldn’t change. He’s covered in tattoos and wears chains and is undoubtedly the badass he appears to be. Hers is colored in high society and wrapped in money, something she wears very well. Two different worlds so far apart and yet an attraction that cannot be denied…no matter how hard he tries.

“…I watched Sin suck and swallow and lick her lips as the cold beverage slid down her throat.

She’d probably never swallowed come in her life.”

Coletrane’s past will catch up with him and he’ll do everything within his power to protect Sin from the filth that once corrupted him. There’s only one problem with his desire to do right by her, he didn’t exactly take her wishes into consideration, and she can be one very determined woman.

The characters are easily connected to, their interactions smooth and natural. The three hoodlums put a slight suspense into the pages as you never know what they have up their sleeves. And the sex it steamy hot. It’s a great combination.

Coletrane (Bad Boys of Retribution #4) is the last book in what has been a sizzling hot series. I’ve enjoyed the boys of Retribution and honestly wouldn’t mind reading more as there are a lot more sexy men in there begging to be tamed by the fierce woman who will come to love them. Rie Warren sure knows how to mix sexy and suspense, and her novels are never a disappointment.

What I’ve loved about these books is that they are told from the man’s POV only. It’s nice being inside a man’s head for a change.

My Favorite Moment: Coletrane can clean up quite well, but I don’t think even the suit he was wearing could have prepared him for what Sin had on.

“Sin,” I hissed when she tentatively touched me on the arm. “What the hell are you wearing?”

“Custom made.” She twirled around. “You like?”

Her sea-green eyes had never shone so bright, her red lips never so glossy.

I wanted to bite them.

“Like doesn’t quite cut it. Am I slobbering?”

My Favorite Laughable Moment: The conversation Coletrane has with Hunter. Hunter’s reaction to being asked if he was a Dom was downright priceless. It was nice to have a little humor mixed in with what would become a heartfelt conversation.

Jenn 4 Heart

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Review of Bo (Bad Boys of Retribution MC #3) by Rie Warren


Secrets Never Stay Buried 

Genre: Contemporary Romance, MC Romance, Erotica, Suspense

Book Length (Est.): 213 Pages

Book Description/Synopsis:  

From the world of Carolina Bad Boys . . . Bo Maverick is ex-Force Recon and a force to be reckoned with.

I’m a lover, not a fighter. Yeah, right. Talk about bullshit. I’ve been fighting all my life, and I know zip about love. Frankly, I don’t want to. More than bullets whizzing past my head or the very real possibility of ending up dead, love scares the shit out of me. I’m used to guns and killing, blood and dust.


That’s what I feel for this woman, my goddamn shrink, Veronica. Doctor Hartley digs inside my head. She asks me questions, which I never answer. I’d much rather take the smart, sexy Doc to bed, but I can’t because of our clinical relationship.

My last Force Recon mission destroyed any semblance of humanity I had left. Those little triggers go off all the time now. When I’m asleep. When I’m awake. When the memories are raw. I bolt up, at knife point again, but there’s no enemy now.

Just Veronica and me.

Veronica. Doctor Hartley. I told Bo to call me Ronnie like everyone else, but he refuses. He shows up like he has a cattle prod shoved up his ass and sits through the allotted hour for his counseling session impervious to every approach. He’s powerful, forceful, explosive. He doesn’t scare me.

My marine doesn’t speak, but his sharp gaze pierces me all the same. He watches me with all the greed of a hunger never sated, a need never fulfilled. A desire never explored. He stows his secrets safely away, but I’m patient. I’ll get to him if he doesn’t get to me first.

And when I have him? I’ll want him forever. I know this. But I can’t. His past might be complicated, but mine is a minefield, one that will blow up in our faces before all is said and done.

Too bad. We could be so good together.

Warning: Graphic sex, graphic action, graphic language. Triple X caution.

Jennifer’s Review: 

*I received an ARC of this book free from the author in exchange for an honest review*

Veronica is kind of a bam in your face kind of woman. She doesn’t take crap from her patients and when Bo keeps missing his appointments she takes matters into her own hands and goes to him.

Problem with Bo is he needs her help, but after meeting her for the first time he realizes he needs her more than her help. He can’t open up to her as a patient because he refuses to appear weak to her as a man.

“Just let me worship you.”

Thing is…they both have their secrets. One will open up voluntarily and the other’s will explode into the open without any warning. It’ll be an explosion so big that it’ll take all hands on deck to fix the problems that one secret will cause.

Bo is the third book in the Bad Boys of Retribution series and so far I have enjoyed them all. You get two stubborn people whose passion will ignite the pages, action that’ll have you holding your breath with anticipation, and a nice ending that’ll have you ready for Coletrane (book #4).

My Favorite Laughable Moment: I loved it when Veronica asked Bo what his dream was about and he just let it loose and told her. Funny part was it was all true and she thought he was just being difficult.

My Favorite Moment: Veronica’s first workout class with Bo. She’s definitely tougher than he imagined.

Jenn 4 Heart

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I zoomed straight into my garage, hit the kickstand. I jumped off and threw my helmet aside. Probably dented that fucker, too, but I was too wound up to care. We’d spoken no more last night, and the evening had ended with both of us in our separate rooms. I needed something to release the tension of what she’d said.

I needed her in my bed.

“Bedroom. Now.” I lifted Veronica off my bike, and she released the strap on her helmet.

She dropped it, then wrenched from my hands. “No.”

“What the fuck do you mean no?”

“Right here. Right now.” She drew her shirt over her head.

“I’m not fucking you in my garage.”

She unzipped her jeans and swished them down her legs. Bra clasp undone, she shook her tits free. Her copper colored nipples leaped up—pebbled against her tawny skin.

My teeth gnashed together.

“Fuck me here. Fuck me now, or not at all.” Her panties skimmed down to her ankles, she slid one finger between her lower lips, spreading a glossy shine over her pussy

My teeth goddamn tingled and my vision went red, as red as the luxurious curls right above her cunt. My cock about ripped through my pants and I balled my hands beside me. Shoulders straining, hips bucking uncontrollably, I tried to breathe deeply but couldn’t.

She sat down sidesaddle on my bike and opened her thighs. With three flat fingers, she spanked her juicy cunt. The wet sound echoed in the garage.

“Why?” My jaw pulsed and my dick throbbed.

I pulled open the top button of my jeans and raised my t-shirt over my head.

“I want you to be unleashed on me.”



Fight. Flight.





I ripped my jeans to my thighs. Stalking her, I stood over her, pumping my swollen so-fucking-hard shaft with tight fast strokes.

I grabbed her chin, forcing her face up, and bit her lip.

“You want me to hurt you, is that it?” Half out of my mind with need, I snarled. “You want me to fuck you like I’m an animal?” I smacked her big tits and watched them bounce.

Reaching up, she twisted my hair, pulling me down. “Yes! Let it go!”

I growled, falling to my knees. I hooked her legs over my shoulders and ate her sweet tight cunt because I was starved for her. I needed her. Lapping and sucking, roughly tongue fucking her until my goddamn tonsils hurt, I listened as she crashed through one orgasm into the next.

Her mouth wide open, I stood and shoved my cock inside her gaping lips. Fisting my hand in her hair, I pumped her face up and down my rod. She drooled. She moaned. She gave me one hell of a hummer, but it wasn’t enough. Saliva streamed from her lips when I withdrew. My cock shined all over, and if I didn’t get inside her perfect pussy soon I was going to become absolutely deranged.

I plunged my fingers inside her. She creamed on them. I quickly found a condom. Ten seconds later it was on. Dragging V off the bike, I forced her against the wall. Pinning her in place with my hands under her ass and her thighs hooked over my forearms, I butted against her slick entrance.

“This is how you want me?”

“I fucking want all of you,” she hissed.

“Then you’re gonna get it.”

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Review of Kinkaid (Bad Boys of Retribution MC #2) by Rie Warren


“Kinky Kaid”


Genre: Contemporary Romance, MC Romance

Book Length (Est.):  207 Pages

Book Description/Synopsis:  

 From the world of Carolina Bad Boys and Retribution MC, a steamy New Adult standalone novella . . . Magic Mike XXL ain’t got nothin’ on Kinky Kinkaid.

Bonafide pussy magnet. Kinky Kaid I wanna get laid. Yeah, I’ve been called that shit and more. It comes with the territory. See, I’m a male stripper. I shake my moneymaker so I can pay the bills and take care of my people.

I’m also a hardcore, hell-bent biker dude, the newest prospect at Retribution MC. Probie 2.0, and they can never find out how I earn my living. Women love me. They toss their panties at me. They push hundred dollar bills into my G-string. I’m down and dirty and the honeys dig it. All but one.

There’s this girl, Sadie. She’s beautiful and funny and kickass with some major ink. I’d never make a move on her because she’s my best friend.

Best friend? Bullshit. Kinkaid treats me like I’m his kid sister. I’m the hell-raiser, the tomboy dirt biker, his late night call but never like that. He thinks he’s safe from me. I’m going to prove him wrong. I’ll make him see me as a woman one way or the other.

When I find out what Kinkaid’s been hiding there’s hell to pay. Except then he gives me a lap dance. A hot, wicked, panty-melting lap dance. A lap dance that unleashes our intense desire, fresh jealousy, distrust and anger.

Everything changes after that, and not for the better. I love him. I hate him. I can’t lose him. Sometimes I can’t stand him. He’s hot as sin on a sultry lowcountry night, and he’s still my best friend.

I don’t know if he’s man enough to give me what I need.

Warning: Graphic sex, graphic action, graphic language. Triple X caution.

Jennifer’s Review: 

*I received this book free from the author in exchange for an honest review*

As best friends Kinkaid and Sadie have the perfect relationship, but he has kept a secret from her. He’s a stripper at GQ. He started doing it to earn money to pay his grandfather’s medical bills, but it turned out he was really good at it and he wasn’t ashamed of what he did…until she found out. And boy did she find out!

Everything changed after that night. Emotions never experienced before by him came raging to life and emotions forever experienced by her went overboard out of control. But best friends cannot stay mad at each other forever and this time when they make up they sure don’t hold anything back.

“You’ve always been everything to me. How can you not see that? And now everything is…endless with you.”

Sadie has always wanted Kinkaid to look at her like he does every other hot babe, but she’s always been more of the tomboy best friend who was looked at more like a kid sister than anything else. She’d never tell him though, she’d just be his friend and hope that one day he’d get his head out of his ass and see her as the woman she was.

Kinkaid had never even looked at Sadie as a woman, then one moment all that changed and he could see her as nothing else but the luscious incredible woman she was. How he had gone so long without noticing was beyond him, but once he did he just couldn’t let go. He had to have her in every way, and he planned on keeping her that way as long as he could stop screwing it up with his mouth. Though his description of himself during the New Year’s countdown was pretty accurate and entertaining.

“This was insane. My usual protective impulse toward her had combined with some serious boyfriend urges and…what? Mating wolves’ possessive tendencies?”

Kinkaid is another great read from Rie Warren. You get a little MC, a little Magic Mike, and some neighbor waking hot sex. The ending kind of just stops and left me staring at my kindle waiting for more words to appear…it didn’t happen! And the introduction to Bo and his new therapist toward the end…WOW! I cannot wait to read that.

My Favorite Ravishing Moment: When Sadie paints Kinkaid. That is one intense and hot painting session. I really really want to see that picture…LOL!

My Favorite Laughable Moment: The MC sure knows how to support one of their own. I couldn’t believe they showed up – and stayed!

“I think we should start calling Probie 2.0 here Donkey Dong.”

Jenn 4 Heart

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Kinkaid Excerpt:

I accepted a stiff drink from Rebel-Mae, the funky punk bartender with the glow-in-the-dark pink fauxhawk, forgetting for a moment I was the Grade-A beef in the joint. No sooner than I took my first sip of Jack, women surrounded me, pressing against me, panting all over me.

I couldn’t very well leave the clients out in the cold. I slung an arm around one of them and smiled at another, raising my eyes in a help-me expression across the bar toward Rebel-Mae when something familiar snagged my gaze.

I did a double take. Then a triple look.

Then my legs almost collapsed out from under me. My heart went sluggish. My body felt cold. My gaze stopped on none other than Sadie my-motherfucking-best-friend Grace.

Holeeey Shit.

She stared at me with wide unblinking eyes and pink spots on her cheeks.

Everything got real hot, real fast. I hadn’t been this nekkie in front of my best girl since . . . oh yeah . . . never. I was acutely aware of that fact as Sadie’s eyes coasted painstakingly from the top of my head all the way to my toes like she was taking inventory.

My heart returned to its normal rhythm then it decided to go one better and jackhammer in my chest. I returned Sadie’s stare with the same scrutiny. No wonder I hadn’t picked her out in the crowd. Sitting about five feet away from me, she looked like a complete stranger . . . a very sexy stranger.

Sadie usually wore paint-splattered coveralls, torn jeans, and baggy T-shirts with her thick hair braided down her back. Tonight her hair hung loose and straight as a sunbeam. It reminded me of the beach at Isle of Palms—a mixture of white gold and sun-spun brown, little sparks of red filtered in. Soft and silky and silty.

It wasn’t just the hair that blew me away. Sadie had curves all of a sudden. Where the hell had those come from? The killer dress was the same turquoise blue as her eyes and made her irises stand out all the more. The dress? Oh man, it was silk or something, cinched at her waist with a straight skirt that didn’t go low enough on her thighs as far as I was concerned. And the top? That was no better. The neckline needed to be a lot higher, turtleneck high, come to think of it. As it was, the damn thing hugged what looked like perfectly round tits, a suspicion supported by the fact a tight V of tawny cleavage was very, very visible.

Finally—dear Lord—her long willowy legs ended in inappropriately strappy, high heels. Not her standard, sexy Fox Racing Moto-X boots. This was not the regulation Sadie uniform I was used to. Her outfit definitely affected the blood pounding through my body—loudly in my ears and coursing lower at an alarming rate to my cock. My cock that was barely covered in black mesh. Yeah, it was about to bulk up.

Sadie only glanced away from me when one of her group tapped her on the shoulder. The chicks giggled and whispered, and my worst fears were soon confirmed. It was a bachelorette party. Yep, one of the babes wore a veil and a white sash that read: Bridezilla! Tall glasses littered the table, and out of each one popped every bride-to-be’s favorite party favor: a plastic penis straw. The women were well lubricated, well on their way to Happyville with a trip to Hangover City in the morning.

Sadie didn’t look happy. Not one bit.

I’d thought her discovering my dirty little secret was the worst of it.

I was proven wrong in the next instant when Sadie’s crazed posse pointed at me, chanting, “LAP DANCE! LAP DANCE! LAP DANCE!”

You have got to be fucking kidding me.

But no. It got a million times worse when Bride-fucking-zilla (that shit was no joke apparently) got up, drunk-swayed over to me, and pushed me at Sadie.

“With her!” Bridezilla shouted as I stumbled in Sadie’s direction.

“WHAT?” I caught myself moments before I face-dived between Sadie’s legs, rocked backward, and then quickly moved clear to the other side of the table. Where my ass was immediately pinched.

Bridezilla looked expectantly at me then Sadie.

“What?” Sadie echoed my question.

“Well, you two can’t keep your eyes off each other,” said the blonde wifey-to-be. “Might as well get your hands in on the action too.”

This can’t be happening . . .

Jesus fucking Christ.

Yahoo! said my cock.

That thing needed a choke on it.

Older brother/best friend? I felt none of those things all of a sudden, especially when Sadie looked in my direction and slowly wet her lips.

Maybe shock and horror wasn’t quite what she was feeling after all.

I was definitely hot-faced, and no way did I want to give my best friend—my hottie hot best friend—a freakin’ lap dance. Unfortunately the rules were the rules.

“Gotta go change first,” I mumbled.

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