High stakes.
Low margins.
And everyone
wants the woman I’m teamed up with dead.
BANE
Swagger, strut, snarl. Three things I can do with both
eyes closed. Oh, and shoot the shit out of tangos. I always do my job, whether
it’s patching up a fellow operative or taking down a serious threat. Apparently
this time my job is to babysit Baby Spy.
We’ve followed the Los Reyes de Guerra cartel to the
drug-trafficking capital, Mexico City. Our orders? Get in with the guerrillas
and ultimately take them down. There’s only one problem—I have another set of
mission directives linked to Kiki AKA Baby Spy.
Should be easy enough. Except it seems I’ve developed an
unhealthy attraction to Kiki, along with an inconvenient conscience. She’s a
wild woman with an unforgiving attitude that definitely makes me bone hard for
her.
Nothing is as it appears, least of all Kiki Damage.
KIKI
Yeah. They call me Baby Spy. I’m fully aware the entire
T-Zone team blames me for narking out a previous mission gone wrong. So, I
can’t understand why the powers that be assigned me to this op. Or maybe I can,
which just makes my situation even more dire.
I know Bane wants me, but I’m beginning to think he has
an ulterior motive for keeping me close. And it’s not just the panty-melting
hot sex with the big, gruff, silent killer. There’s something incredibly
vulnerable in the way Bane watches me, like he’s looking for one last saving
grace.
None of that matters now. When the situation heats up, I
find out Bane’s real mission. I may have fallen in love with him, but it’s
already too late. This entire web of lies goes a lot higher than any of us ever
imagined, and my neck is only the first one on the line.
Bane includes a special series epilogue from the badass
women: Jade, Tilly, Blaize, and Kiki.
✯✯5 Bane Size Stars!!✯✯
Well, it's true when they say the save the best for last. Because, that's what Rie did with this series. She left Bane for last and man is he my favorite. Bane had everything I was looking for including the whole Bane/Storm drama.
Bane got recruited to T-Zone by boss lady Blaize. He's the quiet killer of the group. Bane is the next up to run the next Op. His next in command is none other then Baby Spy or better yet Kiki. Nobody is happy about this. The guys have had it out for her for almost a year now. Ever since Walker's Op got compromised. Then, Justice's. Now, Bane has to go to Mexico with her. Before he goes the head of T-Zone call and give him another job to do while in Mexico. Kiki must be KIA and they want Bane to do it.
Kiki is making it her mission to prove to Bane and the guys that she wasn't behind all the damage on their Ops. She also can't help her growing attraction to Bane ESP since she can see his attraction in his eyes. They have a job to do and that's with the drug cartel. She runs into somebody from a past Op.It's a good things she's there because Walker and Bane aren't smooth talkers like she is. When everyone has to split up her and Bane are on their own. Legit on their own away from everyone else. It's there that both their decks of cards are laid out on the table. It's now that everything is blown wide, loud and messy.
I absolutely loved this book!! It was the end to another fantastic series by Rie Warren. All the guys and their fierce woman are all back. Bane and Kiki were perfect for each other. They had lonely lives and they weren't complete until they opened their eyes and hearts to the other one. But, their happiness totally didn't come easily. There was some major obstacles in their way. Luckily for them their best friends are fellow bad-asses and don't like following the rules. This book was legit non-stop everything including the epilogue from all the women's POV. If you haven't started this series yet hurry up!
Excerpt
The door creaked open, and I slit my eyes in that direction. Between the dark
and shadows, I fathomed Kiki’s slim frame entering the room.
“Where you been, girl?” I grumbled from my cot.
“Went shopping with Blaize. Got mani-pedis too. What’d you think?” Her
low voice shivered across the quiet room—the sound alone setting my cock on
edge.
I barked a laugh. That attitude. Damn. My dick stiffened even more
beneath the thin blanket.
“That’s all well and good, but Blaize returned hours ago.”
“Had to get my hair blown out too.” She snarked back. “Mind if I turn on
a light?”
Like fuck she got her hair done—or her nails. The woman was rough and
tumble, just the way I liked her.
“Go ahead.” Hell yeah. Shine some light on her getting undressed.
I was already naked, and as the light popped on, I sat half-up. The
blanket rolled down to my hips, revealing the beginnings of the tats on my
shoulders that ranged up the back of my neck. A gritty design of all black
ink—symbols that resonated. Brass knuckles, a smoking gun, bullets on fire . .
.
No unicorns, rainbows, or fluffy shit for me. No wise sayings or
inspirational words worn on my skin.
But—dead enter—one name hid among the other marks on my skin. Someone I’d
always carry in my heart.
Kiki’s gaze took a clean sweep of me—my muscled torso, the brown hair
centered down my abs and leading to my cock below. She probably noticed the
tented fabric, too.
No mistaking a hard dick practically waving in your face.
She wore a small grin as she started shucking the sweet leather yoke
holster strapped across her chest. Kiki came included with a fucklot of gear
all attached to that yoke. KA-BARs she handled with skill and care, twin Glocks
she set on safety.
“You going to watch?” She asked, bending over to unbuckle her boots.
“Yeah.” Rubbing a hand over my mouth, I hid the wolfish grin. “Could do
the gentlemanly thing, but I’m not really that guy.” I shrugged.
She chuckled. “I can see that.”
“Oh. You ain’t seen nothing yet.” My grin stretched even wider if
possible.
“Really?” She whipped off the boots, letting them fall where they lay.
“You hiding something?”
She tugged her shirt over her head, revealing a simple black bra and a
mesmerizing body. The woman wasn’t a classical beauty. She wasn’t BBF. She was
gorgeous, edgy, different, and I liked it.
“You can come find out if you want.” The words rumbled from my chest as
the heat in the room intensified with every shred of clothing she shed.
“Maybe next time.” With her belt unbuckled, she shimmied her narrow pants
off her perfect hips and lean legs. “Thought you didn’t like me, anyway.”
“I’m usually not that quick to judge. Been on the receiving end of
assholes’ preconceived notions before.” I hungrily watched as she bent over.
Nice ass. Firm full cheeks. Skimpy black bikini panties.
I could definitely work with that.
“So, do you have the other guys’ backs or mine in this op?” She stood
before me, nothing but ivory skin, wicked eyes, nicely shaped tits.
Very fit for a fuck. Totally in shape for a nightlong naked workout.
The pale blonde/light pink streaked fauxhawk. The inked sleeves all the
way down to the backs of her hands—black tats in delicate paisley and sunburst
designs. Too recognizable for someone in our line of work? Maybe. But she had
an instant in with the younger, hot-on-the-button criminal element.
And with me.
Kiki usually covered her hair with a skullcap, her ink with leather
gloves.
She was one fucking cool cat. I didn’t care what the other dudes thought
about her.
“Your back. I’ve got yours.” Unless
I have to shoot you in the back.
I pushed my blanket even farther down, showing off the hard-worked cuts
of muscle on my lower abs. Six pack? That and more.
“Why don’t you come have mine?” I invited, the words growling out.
“That bed isn’t big enough for the both of us.” Kiki sauntered toward her
cot. “But your ego sure the hell is supersized.”
She shuffled under the covers on her cot across from me. Reaching a hand
out from the blanket, she dropped the black bra onto the floor between us.
“Damn,” I whispered in a hoarse tone. Then a laugh thickened from my
throat. “It’s not ego, girl. It’s confidence.”
She flipped to her side, facing me as her fingers fumbled for the light
switch. “Goodnight, Mr. Confidence. Hope you sleep well with that boner I just
gave you.”
About the author
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 endeavor, the Carolina Bad
Boys series, is fun, hot, and southern-sexy.
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
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