Wednesday, July 27, 2016
✯Release Review✯Bane (Bad Boys of X-Ops #4) by Rie Warren
And everyone wants the woman I’m teamed up with dead.
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.
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!
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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BAD BOYS OF X-OPS
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