Steele: Into Your Heart (Book #3)
Brodie Steele is a badass MC dude. Ashe Kingston is a sexy police officer with an attitude. Their bad blood runs deep. But after they hook up at a wild biker week, can they keep their pact? What happens at Bike Week stays at Bike Week. Yeah, right.
Riding out the rough years following a family tragedy, Brodie is still trying to put his life back together when he finds something he never expected with Ashe. She annoys the ever lovinâ hell out of him, and turns him on so much he canât see straight. He keeps coming back for more.
Ashe isnât just a hard-nosed police officer. And she wants no part of Brodie outside of their no-strings-attached fling. Thereâs no way heâs settling-down material but heâs hard to resist with his inked sleeves and rebellious ways, not to mention piercings in places that make Ashe melt. Brodie Steele is dangerous, delicious, and suddenly determined to have her.
If thereâs anything more risky than laying his heart on the line for this sexy woman, itâs Asheâs job. It puts her life in danger in a way he canât possibly protect her from. Can their hot bond win out over the bad blood of years past? Or will Ashe be taken from Brodie before she lets him into her heart?
CAROLINA BAD BOYS SERIES
Stone: At Your Service (Book #1)
Love: In the Fast Lane (Book #2)
RIDE, the complete New Adult novella featured in Stone.
Steele: Into Your Heart (Book #3)
NEXT IN SERIES:
CHROME, WITH A HEART FORGED IN STEELE. Book #4.
The bigger they are, the harder they fall.
Coming summer 2015.
We found a nice side-by-side spot for our bikes, and I slid off mine. Before Ashe got off her bitchinâ black Triumph, I grasped her face between my palms. Leaning down, I sealed my mouth to hers. Warm, soft, and pliable, her lips opened at my lick. A deep tangle of tongues trailed from her mouth into mine, and we made out in the parking lot for good long while.
I unclasped her helmet as I took another slow taste of her mouth. Sleek and soft, wet and hot, Ashe met me with strong lunges of her own. Her head slanted beneath my fingertips. The new angle and hot dart of her tongue made me delirious.
She gripped my arms, spread her thighs, and hooked her boots behind my legs.
When my hard cock hit the juncture of her leathers, she broke off, moaning, âOh, God, Brodie.â
Make her moan my name before her boots hit the pavement? Consider it done.
I straightened up and held my hand out to her. âCanât wait to hear you say that when youâre naked.â
âDid I say evil?â She placed her palm in mine. âI meant evil incarnate. Youâre a teasing bastard, arenât you?â
âLooks like a lot more than a little bit.â She stared at the straining bulge inside my pants. The seams were about to burst open, even more so with her appreciative glance.
âGot that right.â I felt smug as shit as I wrapped an arm around her waist, guiding her to the hotel.
I was less than thrilled with the jackass in the monkey suit at the reception desk.
If the dude in the ugly maroon jacket with the âHi, My Name is Edâ nametag didnât stop staring at Asheâs tits, he was gonna make real good friends with my fists. Then we could call him âDead Edâ. Lucky for him, he handed over the room key at the same time Ashe drove her hand into my back pocket to grab my ass.
The pimply teenager valet-dude offered to take my two bags up on the wheely cartâprobably looking for another fifty tip.
âI got this one, braw. But good effort. I like it.â
He grinned at me.
While we waited for the elevator, Ashe narrowed her eyes at me. âSo youâre really a big softie.â
I leaned against the wall, crossed my arms, and stared at her through lowered eyelashes. A smile curled my lips. âNot sure who youâre callinâ soft.â
Her gaze darted to the obvious hard formation of my cock.
âMy bad.â She tucked her pretty pink lip between her lips.
The elevator dinged, the door opened, and I grabbed her hand to pull her inside. âAbout to be very bad.â
As soon as the doors closed us inside the empty car, I hit the stop button. Asheâs eyes flared silver and wide when I cornered her. I dragged my hands through the blonde hair sheâd streaked in flirtatious pink, gripping it at the base of her neck. With one yank, I bared her throat. Her breasts swelled against my chest, and I bent to suckle the long column of her neck.
âYour goatee tickles.â She shivered.
âGood or bad?â
She rubbed my short whiskers with her hand. âGood.â
I sucked her skin hard, making sure to leave a mark on her neck. âJust good?â
âReally good!â Her voice rose. âAhhh, really, really good.â
âJust wait until you feel it against your cunt,â I whispered in her ear.
Ashe rolled her hips forward to hit mine. She dug her fingers into my ass.
I cupped my hand against her mound. Her heat invaded my skin but too much fucking fabric was in my way to do her right.
âFuck. Why arenât you wearing a skirt?â
âDonât do skirts.â
I ripped open the buttons on her pants and slid my fingers inside. A soft little trail of curls led to her plump wet lips.
âA skirt would be easier.â Slipping two fingers into her tight heat, I grinded the heel of my palm against her clit.
REVIEWS FOR CAROLINA BAD BOYS #1, STONE, AT YOUR SERVICE
"Humor, romance, loveable characters, and hot sex. Talk about one hell of a winning combo." ~Hines and Bigham's
"If you like the good guy who just happens to be badass, who's not afraid to fall hard for the woman he knows is meant for him, then Josh Stone is at your service." ~Literati Book Reviews
"Drama, a really hot sexy as hell Southern bad Boy, LOL moments and my favorite - romance authors UNCENSORED." ~Lustful Literature
"If you want to laugh, cry and just enjoy yourself while reading a really great romance this is the book for you!" ~5 Rockin' Stars, Twin Sisters Rockin' Book Reviews
Rie is the badass, sassafras author of Sugar Daddy and the Donât Tell seriesâa 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 writerâcausing 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.
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