Title: Free Baller
Series: Bad Boy Ballers Book 2
Author: Rie Warren
Genre: Erotic Romance, Second Chance, Sports Romance
Release Date: May 1, 2017
FunUnderTheCovers - “If you like a hot and sexy football player and an even sexier female baller then you are gonna love this book!”
IScream Books - “When a book comes along that is written by Rie Warren it is always guaranteed to be a panty pleaser.”
Amo & Sarah - “A great read. Brooks shows Delaney love is something great, not hurtful.”
Where the guys play hard, but the girls play dirty. Brooklyn Holt, Carolina Crush’s top tight end, made a vow after his wife left him: never fall in love again. He doesn’t need a long-term lady. Hell no. He has the magic hands, the downfield rushes, the easy chicks by the dozens. And finally a team on a winning streak.
✯✯5 Brooklyn Styled Stars!!!✯✯
Rie Warren has gotten me hooked again! I fell in love with Rafe and Peyton in Million Baller Baby and been waiting not so patiently for Brooks story.
Brooklyn "Brooks" Holt is the tight end for the Carolina Crush. He's divorced and for now he's playing the field. He doesn't get attached or stay more then a night. But, when Delaney "Laney" Jones whose on the Carolina Cougars shows up.
The more time Brooks sends around Laney the more he realizes he wants her and not just for the night. But, she shuts him down every time he tries.Brooks just needs to get her on one date. He'll show her true southern hospitality at its best.
Delaney "Laney" Jones loves playing football for the Carolina Cougars. She loves being on the field at half time playing. Delaney knows of Brook's reputation and she wants no part of it. Even though she's as attracted to him as he is to her, she can't do it. Her past is never that far behind her. Delaney is afraid it'll pop back up into her present at any time. Its why she won't give in and say yes to Brooks. But, it is getting harder everyday.
I absolutely loved this story. Brooks really is the perfect guy. He might have a bad reputation and after his divorce I didn't blame him for not being in a relationship so soon. Delany I loved! She's different than most the woman I've read this year. She is not a cheerleader or all girly. Delaney is a bad-ass football player and she stood up for herself.
Rie Warren is one of my favorite authors. I know when I start one of her books nothing will get done or watched unit I finish. She brings you the hottest, finest, sexiest and funniest men and women. It doesn't matter if they're together or if they're with their friends. I'm so involved in the story. I can not wait for book 3 of this series and whatever Rie writes next.
Brooklyn Holt was concerned about me, but to be honest? I could not wait to get my hands all over him. The moment he’d stepped into the living room and I saw his reflection in the windows, I knew I had to have him.The unbuttoned shirt showed off his supercharged body—the well-sculpted broad torso—and those jeans. Those jeans plastered to the hard edge of his thighs, his ass, his . . . oh my God . . . the Girth Brooks cock made every single part of me swell with need.In his bedroom he stood in front of me, not touching. His shirt hung open, his eyes hooded low, and his breath struck in and out of his chest.“You’re in charge. Whatever you want.” His words came out thick and hoarse.I drew my finger from his stomach and slipped it between my pursed lips. “Oh, I already know I’m in charge.”I thought Brooklyn’s eyes were going to fall out of his head. His hips surged, bringing my attention to the long hard formation at his groin. Nnnnh, that belt buckle just set everything off perfectly. I figured I owed him a little payback since he’d gone down on me so completely I’d nearly lost my voice—coming so hard from the hot strikes of his tongue on my pussy.My breasts brushed against the hair on his chest, and I reveled in the feel. I skimmed my fingers over his huge shoulders, behind his neck, into his thick, wavy hair.Drawing him to my lips, I cried out when he cupped my backside, tugging me up and into him.Our kiss long and hot and wet, I pulled away, panting.“I want you.” His pelvis kicked again.“I know.”He palmed my breasts, thumbing across my nipples. I almost lost my concentration, but I stepped behind him. Dragging the shirt from his thickly muscled arms, I kissed down the center of his back.“Oh, wow.” My fingertips skipped up the center of his laddered sinews fanning out. My breath held as I took in the total artistry and sheer fuckhotness of his ink-covered back.“You’ve seen my tats before,” Brooks spoke in a ragged voice, and chills rose on his skin beneath my fingers.“Not close up.” The tat was a landscape of horses . . . steeds, a whole herd of them in black and shades of gray with majestic manes. Dust flying beneath their soaring hooves. Red eyes glowing.The magnificent tattoo was made even more so by the muscular canvas of his entire back.“I’ve never seen anything like this.” Placing my hands on his lean hips, I followed one curving line with my tongue, licking.“Fuck.” Immense muscles flexed as his head craned back.I bit then sucked along his lats.“Jesus.” His shoulders knotted.I kissed at his tats, sucking and swirling my tongue.“Delaney . . .”“Are you going to beg me now?”When I rounded to face him, he curled an arm around my waist.I stopped him before his mouth crashed to mine. “I thought you said I was in charge.”Rushed ragged breaths chugged in and out of his chest. He looked at me as every sinew in his body—his highly trained form—tightened.“Fuuuck. You’re the boss.”I smiled, tossing his shirt onto a chair. “That’s right.”“But no fuckin’ shit? I’m so close to blowing my load just looking at you.”Walking toward his bed, I swished my ass. “I know.”“I’d rather come in your cunt.”A hot swirl of need simmered between my legs at his rough raw language. “Not my mouth?”
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 Agency.
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