CHROME
With a Heart
Forged in Steele
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.
Note to readers: this book addresses the issue
of domestic abuse.
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Liked it so much I was considering
banging her against the bathroom door. “Yeah.” I rubbed a hand over my mouth.
“You could say that.”
Then she did something entirely
feminine, a side of her I’d never truly seen before, and performed a little
twirl that lifted the skirt up her firm thighs before she stopped in front of
me, her face glowing.
I started sweating, right then and
there. “Jesus. You’re gonna give me a heart attack.”
“Serves you right, old man.”
“I wanna be your old man.” Growling, I
scooped her into my arms. “Been missing you.”
I wouldn’t say I was at an impasse with
Rayce, but I’d hardly seen her in several weeks. That was going to end tonight,
after I watched Hunter either crash and burn or end up a happily married man.
My lips slid up the curve of Rayce’s
neck, and her skin tasted like hot womanly sweetness. I licked the shell of her
ear, ghosted to the corner of her mouth, and touched the point of my tongue
against the seam of her lips.
She parted them with a gasp.
I looked down at her with heavy
eyelids, our mouths separated by just a breath of space. “Been dreaming about
kissing you. Feeling your lips on mine.”
“Why don’t you?” she asked, all throaty
and sultry.
“You don’t want it enough yet.” I
backed away from her.
She looked at me with glazed eyes, her
lips moist and glistening.
Placing my hands against the wall
behind me, I curled my fingers, desperate to touch her. “Is JB ready, because
if she’s not I’m about ten seconds away from spreading your legs and getting my
face on your pussy.”
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.
Her latest endeavors include the Carolina
Bad Boys, a fun, hot, and southern-sexy 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. She is represented by Saritza Hernandez,
Corvisiero Literary
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