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Love, In The Fast Lane
(Carolina Bad Boys #2)
by Rie Warren
Rie Warren gives readers a bad boy bachelor and a tattooed vixen in this hot new release from her steamy southern series.
New York Times bestselling paranormal author, Nicky—Nick—Love is anything but successful in love. For years he’s lost himself in his writing career, but now he’s ready to get back to his rebel-boy roots. While restoring a motorcycle at Stone’s Auto Service, he meets the Wildcat of his dreams. She’s a shock to the system for the romance writer who doesn’t remember a damn thing about wooing a woman.
Cool-as-ice, Catarina “Wildcat” Steele is utterly untouchable until Nicky ignites a spark she can’t control. Their electric attraction explodes as Nicky pursues her, but he comes bearing the baggage of a family tragedy he’s hidden from everyone. He knows love has no guarantees.
Their passionate romance falls apart when Nicky discovers Cat’s secret rivals his own. The truth about her past reopens Nicky’s raw wounds and awakens a ghost he never laid to rest. He doesn’t know how to have Cat, and now he can’t trust her. Will they be torn apart . . . or tamed by love?
New York Times bestselling paranormal author, Nicky—Nick—Love is anything but successful in love. For years he’s lost himself in his writing career, but now he’s ready to get back to his rebel-boy roots. While restoring a motorcycle at Stone’s Auto Service, he meets the Wildcat of his dreams. She’s a shock to the system for the romance writer who doesn’t remember a damn thing about wooing a woman.
Cool-as-ice, Catarina “Wildcat” Steele is utterly untouchable until Nicky ignites a spark she can’t control. Their electric attraction explodes as Nicky pursues her, but he comes bearing the baggage of a family tragedy he’s hidden from everyone. He knows love has no guarantees.
Their passionate romance falls apart when Nicky discovers Cat’s secret rivals his own. The truth about her past reopens Nicky’s raw wounds and awakens a ghost he never laid to rest. He doesn’t know how to have Cat, and now he can’t trust her. Will they be torn apart . . . or tamed by love?
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Book Excerpt
Suddenly, the soles of my boots
vibrated from the roar of an iron horse throttling into the parking lot. The
growling sound was sheer animal velocity gunning from wide-open pipes. It sent
shivers down my spine to my balls.
The reverb from that engine was a
magnet to my soul. I pushed through the crowd until I hit the forecourt. My
feet stopped, my heart sped, my blood settled way down low in my groin.
Holy
motherfuckin’ hell.
Make that a chrome horse, with
Wildcat Steele astride it.
A beauty, her Harley was sleek
lines, shining pipes, and sick angel-wing emblems on either side of the gas
tank. But what took my breath away was the babe-badass-boss of that machine.
Cat. Fucking. Steele. Dressed in goddamn black leather.
Walking to her, I held out my hand. Her palm, covered in a fingerless
leather glove, hit mine. She slid one lean leg over the seat, then the other.
After working off her helmet, she shook her hair free and almost shook my balls
loose. On this night of the jack-o’-lantern, Josh’s jackasses were not to be
outshone. They whooped and hollered around us, and I knew just how Josh felt
when he wanted to blind each and every one of them.
Wildcat unzipped her padded leather jacket, revealing a thin black tank
beneath, baring cleavage that made it apparent she’d gone for the braless look.
It could’ve looked tacky but on the lady who always dressed to the nines, it
just looked yes and more. The bonfire behind her highlighted
her hair in coal-black-blue. Thigh-suctioning leather pants lay low on her
hips, and the scuffed, silver buckled low-heeled boots on her feet were ten
thousand times more about riding it hard than any other woman’s stilettoes.
I took her helmet and hooked it over the handlebar of her chopper. I
trailed a finger down the jagged teeth of her jacket zipper, my knuckles
brushing warmth beneath. “What are you dressed up as, darl’?”
Her sapphire blue eyes snapped to mine. “Just me. Wildcat for one night
only.”
“Are your claws out tonight?”
She inched toward me and whispered, “I should apologize. I shouldn’t have
gone off on you like that at your house.”
“Are gonna go off on me tonight?”
“Maybe. But only in a way I think you’ll like.”
I had to kiss her. I’d die if I didn’t touch her. In front of her
brothers, the boneheads, and everybody else, I cradled her face and dipped down
to her waiting lips. All was not forgiven so much as forgotten with the warm
slide of her lips against mine and the wet press of her tongue into my mouth. I
gripped her waist, hauling her to me. Her moan collided with my groan, and her
hands twisted through my hair. When her tongue circled mine in a sleek hot
dance, I grabbed her ass and ground against her.
“About damn time!” Some fool shouted.
“Get a room.”
“Get a porn set!”
I’d settle for a bed.
Cat pulled away. “Is that your sword poking me? Or are you just happy to
see me?”
“Not you, too,” I groaned. I moved her into the shadows and away from all
the shit-stirrers. I rubbed my lips against hers. A shiver rippled up her body
as I tugged her earlobe between my teeth. And it was so damn tempting to go for
her tits, her nipples, the amazing chandelier jewelry apparent beneath her thin
top and only one piece of fabric away.
“I like your ride.”
“I bet you do, hon.” Her glorious smile gave life to that deep dimple in
her cheek. Sexy vixen with an impish side.
Out of nowhere, two bulky masses closed ranks around her, too close for
my comfort. All that muscle—Brodie and Boomer—like Cat needed protecting from
anyone.
As if.
“Knock it off, guys.” Her lips flattened.
“Maybe we should knock his block off, sis.”
She pivoted around. “Really? How old am I?”
Brodie tugged on his hair and muttered to the ground. “Twenty-six.”
“But that doesn’t mean you know what’s good for—” Boomer was cut off with
an oh no you din’t glare from Cat.
She threaded her fingers through mine and swept past the surly Steele
bros. “Stay out of my way tonight. I’m not gonna do anything stupid.”
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Character Interview
Hi Nick,
Thank you so much for stopping by Toot's Book Reviews and
congratulations on having your story put to paper.
Well, thanks very
much for having me along, Toots.
If you don't mind, may I ask you a few questions for your
current and soon-to-be fans?
Absolutely. Do your
worst as they say.
Book....
First, for people who may not know you, Can you tell us a
little bit about yourself?
I’m just a good ol’
boy despite my successes, and I was a confirmed bachelor until Wildcat came
along. I write romance novels, moonlight at my best bud’s garage, and spend a
lot of time lookin’ after my grandma.
In your own words, tell us a bit about your book?
Well, what can I say
that won’t give too much away? Love, In
The Fast Lane is fast-paced and fun, and Wildcat and I tear…it…up. This
saying definitely fits: Sometimes a bad boy can be good for a girl.
How did you feel knowing you were getting your own book?
It’s a little
strange, to be honest. I mean, it’s not like I necessarily want readers seeing
into my head, or into my bed, but what you gonna do, right? Besides, if Josh survived
it, I can, too. I’ve got a point to prove.
Have you read it or was living it good enough?
Oh, I devoured that
shit. Especially the sexy side of it. Ha. Yeah, there can never be too much
Catarina Steele in my life.
What is your favorite scene in the book?
That’s a tough one.
The Halloween party at Stone’s garage was fun—you’ll see what I mean. Watching
Josh at the mercy of Frankie the Tailor’s come-ons was a kicker, too. But I
gotta go with the ending. Who doesn’t love a good HEA? And I’m living it.
What's your least favorite scene?
There were a couple.
I don’t want to get into the details and spoil it for readers, but Ms. Warren
kicked the shit out of the black moments. I wasn’t sure I’d survive.
On your career....
For those that don’t know, you are a writer, what types of
books did you write?
I write sexy
paranormal romance—vampires, demonesses, witches, you name it. My latest series
is called Witches, Bitches, and Beasts.
You were also on the New York Times list, what book put you
there?
The one everyone
still talks about: Vampires Do It in the
Dark.
How did it feel to see your book in print for the first
time?
Oh man, that was just
a dream come true! In terms of being a writer, nothing can compare to seeing
books you wrote on the shelves in stores. We had a party at Stone’s garage—it
was wild.
What challenges did you face being a man writing romance?
My challenges are
pretty widely known now. I chose my pen name—Nicky Love—in the hopes readers
would assume I was a woman. When that backfired and folks found out I’m a guy,
my books sales soared…who knew? Then of course, being one of the few male
romance writers, I started gaining a lot of amorous attention. Unwanted
attention in some cases, so that was when I started pretending I was gay. Then
there was the LitLuv Con with my Josh as my bear.
We won’t be repeating
that.
On Cat....
Tell us about your lady love, Catarina?
She’s one in a
million. I never thought I’d get attached—never wanted to—but I can’t imagine
my life without her now. She’s gorgeous, smart as hell, and funny. So sexy
you’d have to make this interview NC17 if I told you what she did to my body.
But it’s not just that. She’s got such a pure heart, and if you’re lucky enough
to win her love, you win all of her.
Yeah, I’m one lucky
sumbitch.
How long have you two known each other?
I guess you could say
this has been a whirlwind romance. We’ve only known each other since the
summer.
For those who haven't read the book, how did you meet?
At Stone’s garage
when she was there for Chrome and Steele business.
Was it love at first sight?
Love at first sight?
Hell no. Maybe lust at first sight, at least for me. The first thing Cat did to
me was slap me upside the face. I guess I’m a masochist or something, because I
was a goner after that.
How would your writer side describe her?
With her long
raven-black hair and icy blue eyes, she captured my attention the moment I saw
her. The inked sleeves and sexy piercings, the holy hell Harley she rides—she’s half hard-ass and half sweetheart.
Wildcat is gorgeous on the outside, but it’s her spirit that really makes her
shine—the side she keeps hidden from most people because she’s too afraid of
getting hurt. She let me in, and I’ll cherish her forever. I’m an absolute fool
for her.
What's your favorite thing about her?
She’s the strongest,
bravest person I’ve ever met. A survivor. She’s been through so much, but she
never broke.
Just between us and the millions
of readers *winks*, what is the most annoying thing about Cat or something she
might do that annoys you?
I guess it’s when Cat clams up on me, and tries to shut me
out. Like I said, she’s got depths most folks never see, and I think it scares
her to be vulnerable with me. But I’ll always protect her and take of her, no
matter what.
If she was Ice Cream, what would her flavor be?
Rocky Road. Ha!
Jesus, don’t tell her I said that. I’ll be sharing the doghouse with my rottie,
Viper.
What would be your perfect date for the two of you?
A long ride on our
bikes out to the countryside for a picnic. Someplace no one else knows about,
where we can be alone together, and just soak up the sunshine and each other’s
company.
A few random questions....
Favorite Movie?
I love the classic
horror flicks. Dracula with Bela
Lugosi from 1931.
Favorite Song?
“Chrome Plated
Heart”, Melissa Etheridge. It reminds me of Cat. Don’t tell Josh though. He’ll
accuse me of growing a pair of ovaries.
Favorite Food?
Give me some
home-cooked fried chicken and collard greens with bacon and I’m a happy man.
Favorite Quote?
“Forgiveness is a
strength, not a weakness.” That’s from my mimi, another strong woman I love and
admire.
Leather or Lace?
Gotta be leather when
it comes to Wildcat. Although she can rock the black lace, too.
Lastly, what are 5 things fans don't know about you or the
book?
My middle name is
Rasputin. Kidding. It’s Preston. Truth. Nicholas Preston Loveland. Go ahead,
laugh it up.
My favorite sex
position is…gotcha! That’s somethin’ only Cat knows.
I really want to be a
father one day, and I think Cat would be an amazing mom.
Love, In The Fast Lane is a hot, sexy, hard-hitting story, but it’s
also very real because, hey, it’s about my life.
Pandora scares the
shit outta me. Don’t know who she is yet? Oh, you will.
Nick, I can't thank you enough for stopping by. Congratulations
on the book and if I may say, you are the bomb!!!
Hey, you’re not so
bad yourself. Thanks for not putting me on the spot too much.
Now everyone GO BUY
THIS BOOK!!!!
Series Blurbs & Info
STEELE, INTO YOUR HEART
Carolina Bad Boys #3
Brodie Steele is a badass biker 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.
Coming in April 2015
RIDE Novella from book #1 STONE
Carolina Bad Boys novella
The full, sexy, New Adult version of RIDE, the novella featured in Stone, At Your Service, Carolina Bad Boys series.
College man Jase Everly has bad boy written all over him. Rides a motorcycle? Check. Has tats? You bet. Couldn't give a shit about rules? He's all over that.
When he's cut off from the oil baron family funds, he finds a new way to support his education, his bike habit, his bad habits. And his business venture is nothing he's proud of.
Top-notch student Avery Greene is a good girl. Deans List, never missed a class, straitlaced material. She's on the college fast track until one night and one jock destroy her life. She hides inside her sweaters. She buries her nose in her books.
She ignores the pain inside her, and she's sure she hates Jase from the moment she lays eyes on him.
The problem is—Avery needs someplace to stay, and Jase wants a roommate. They’re enemies at first sight. Now they’re going to live together.
Roomies? Maybe.
Romance? Never.
That’s what she said.
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January 8, 2015
Author Info
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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