by Rie Warren
She arched an eyebrow, silently calling me out on my bullshit.
Then she patted my leg.
Patted. My. Leg.
The contact felt good, but the clear implication was I was just a nice guy who happened to work for her. Besides, what I really wanted her to pat, touch, stroke, and suck was little farther up.
I stared down at her fingers, tensing my muscle.
She removed her hand, exhaling a breath. “You want to know what’s between James and me?” Blaize studied me, her hands in her lap.
“Nope.”
Bullshit.
“You know I’m very adept at reading people, right, Storm?” A slow smile spread across her lips.
I grunted in reply.
She took a sip from her glass of ice water. “Since I’m asking for your complete trust on this mission, I’ll give you mine.”
I pretended to study the fluffy cloudscape outside the tiny oval window of the airplane, like I wasn’t gagging for every morsel she might throw at me.
“James was a top-level negotiator for Delta Force with the counterterrorist unit. He taught me everything I know about talking down a perp. Facing the enemy. Staying strong.” She glanced away, but not before I caught the haunted look in her eyes.
She quickly cleared the shadows of a past she’d kept well hidden with a firm smile. “We’ve been close friends ever since. I knew his wife quite well before she passed, and of course Tilly.”
I straightened up in my seat. “You were Delta Force?”
“Didn’t say that.” Crossing her legs, she leaned back against the headrest. “Let’s just say I was SOF and leave it at that.”
Riiight. Special Operations Forces, and I wasn’t supposed to be impressed? Women in the military had a rough road. Not that I was Joe Machismo, but that shit was fact. Women in the elite military forces? A goddamn rocky road not many had followed—not yet, because apparently gender equality was still up for debate with some dumbshit politicos.
Obviously not when it came to Blaize.
I shouldn’t have been surprised.
I’d taken a simpler route to T-Zone. They weren’t the first agency I’d worked for.
Watching Blaize from the corner of my eyes, I cursed the mysterious woman even while I gave her well-deserved props for being ballsy as fuck.
She closed her eyes, humming softly beneath her breath.
I ruminated on her intel for a bit, wondering if I could somehow feed Justice the info so he could do another cyber-ops job on Blaize’s background. All we knew was she’d been a highly successful field operative—but not which agency or military branch she’d worked for, although I was one step closer to solving the equation.
We had it on good authority, and from our own experience, the woman was detail-oriented, she knew how to motivate, she was well ahead of the curve when it came to national and international terrorism.
And of course, she was smokin’ hot.
The smokin’ hot aspect was gonna be a big issue for me.
“Look, Miss Carmichael—”
“I think you better start calling me Blaize, don’t you?”
Shifting around in my seat, my shoulders stretching from one side to the other, I scowled. “I have some serious concerns about you coming into the Legion with me.”
Her eyes opened and she hit me with the haughty stare she used when she didn’t give a good fuck what me or any one of the other dudes thought.
I tried again. “You do understand the MC is a male-dominated world. So you can’t be callin’ the shots.”
“I’m well aware of club politics, Storm. But just you remember, behind the scenes, I’m still your boss lady. That is what you and the guys call me, right?” She lifted her chin, peering down her nose at me.
Not exactly what I called her. More like wet dream. Hot bitch. Ride my hog, honey.
I sat taller, topping her by at least a head. “You can tell yourself that if it makes you sleep better.”
“I don’t have any problems sleeping at night. Do you, Storm?”
Oh yeah. Definitely. When she was involved in the above-mentioned dreams. I had plenty of problems. The hard, throbbing, wanna come in her pussy problems.
“Have you ever been on a bike before?” I asked.
Blaize snorted. “Yes, Storm. I have been on a bike. I’ve been on a dirt bike. I’ve commandeered a tank. I can ride horseback, bareback, and I know how to drive a car in reverse through busy city streets. I did that training too.”
Her cool reply made me all hot inside. I groaned, mashing my hand to my forehead.
I needed a fucking cigarette.
And for this bird to land.
Sandwiching myself back against the window, I relented. “So, what’s our cover?”
“I’m your old lady.”
I swung my head around and almost had to throttle my cock. “You mean—”
“We’re a couple. Lovers.”
Oh. Shit.
So I spent the remainder of the flight fidgeting in my seat. Fantasizing. Wondering how much role play would be necessary to convince the crew our relationship was real.
I was pretty sure during that last hour wicked thoughts showed on my face, unveiled and very fucking real.
Blaize didn’t know what she was in for.
I couldn’t wait to show her.
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SLADE
I was a Marine. An operative. A hardcore soldier. Something brought me to the Blood Legion MC in New Orleans, and now I’m a biker. Whatever drew me here is bigger than my own baggage, and it isn’t the CIA, or Force-Recon, or anyone else.
There’s a pull. Her name is Grace. She’s missing, possibly because of the MC and our haphazard raid on the White Lair. Grace is my new mission. An op. Nothing more.
Until I finally locate the gorgeous woman who’s built an even bigger barricade around herself than I have, and I realize I’ll never be free of her.
GRACE
I don’t want to be found. Not by anyone. Not anymore. Not after what’s been done to me against my will. As if enslavement at the White Lair wasn’t enough.
It seems I don’t have a choice. I have a new client. He’s dark-browed, big all over, and broody beyond belief. This Killian Slade doesn’t force me. He doesn’t ask me to strip. He pays extra each time and he doesn’t even touch me. When he finds out the truth, he’ll hate me as much as I hate myself. Yet I can’t stop the hot hammering of my pulse where I’d only ever been hurt and used before—there’s a yearning to be with this singular man.
I want to wake up from this nightmare, but the nightmare is just beginning.
BLOOD LEGION MC:
Cry Mercy
Save Grace
No Saint
Get Revenge
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Cry Mercy, Book One
Save Grace, Book Two
No Saint, Book Three
Get Revenge, Book Four
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Taming the Alien Prince, Book Two
Taming the Alien Warriors, Book Three
Carolina Bad Boys—the original Bad Boys
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Ride, the novella from within Stone, Book 1.5
Love, Book Two
Steele, Book Three
Chrome, Book Four
Rush, Book Five
Tail, Book Six
Carolina Bad Boys for Life, Book Seven
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Kinkaid, Book Two
Bo, Book Three
Coletrane, Book Four
Bad Boys of X-Ops
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Justice, Book Two
Storm, Book Three
Bane, Book Four
Bad Boy Ballers
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Free Baller, Book Two
Baller Made, Book Three
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Lowcountry Heat
Sugar Daddy, Book One
Don’t Tell Series
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In His Command, Book One
On Her Watch, Book Two
Under His Guard, Book Three
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Badass, sassafras Rie Warren is an OG Amazon All Star author of Bad Boy books and MC romance. She delivers five star sex, suspense, and the best banter around. Her stories are one hundred percent original, do not contain fluffy plots or virgin brides, and wring every last emotion from readers to leave them with a satisfied smile. Rie’s tough alpha males are never brought to heel, but are instead healed by the feisty femme fatale of their perfect match.
She grew up in Maine, went to college in Iowa (Iowa, what?), lived in Scotland, and married in Englishman. In true roundabout fashion, they came back to the States, settled in South Carolina’s lowcountry, putting down southern roots and pursuing their arty endeavors. Tale spinner and character diviner, Rie is a lover of sleep, wine, and rude memes often involving either Disney characters or Winnie the Pooh. She is raising two teen daughters along with an entire brain full of unruly characters.
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