Blurb:
Series finale from the summer MC hit!
From the world of Carolina Bad Boys and
Retribution MC, this bad boy biker likes to be in control, and he’s ready to
take what he wants.
Coletrane:
Her
name is Sinclair Chatham. Sin. That’s exactly what she
is—walking, talking, in the flesh sin. She’s haughty, privileged, so goddamn
starlet sexy, with an ass I want to grab and spank raw.
I want
her to give herself over to me. I want her to lose that polished princess
veneer. I want to strip away the money, the manicures, the
maids, the immaculate façade.
I need
her to be mine. But I’m a grunt. A biker. A tattoo artist. I’m blue collar all
the way, and her family will probably shit bricks if they ever meet me.
Not to
mention, I’m running from a bad past that’s about to catch up with me.
Sinclair:
I would
never go for Cole in a million years. He’s gruff, rough around the edges—and
covered in ink. He’s unapologetic, demanding, and sometimes scary as hell. He
tells me what he wants, how he wants it, and why he’s going to ruin me for all
other men.
Coletrane
destroys my vanity, gets inside my head while he gets into my bed, and I can’t
say no to him. He’s not what I expected—tender at times, taking no prisoners at
others. He breaks me down, builds me up.
He is
not my type.
They
say opposites attract, and they’re right. I just didn’t expect him to turn my
cushy life upside down and inside out. But it’s too late, and someone’s going
to get hurt.
Warning:
Graphic sex, graphic action, graphic language. Triple X caution.
✯✯5 Sizzling Hot Stars!!!✯✯
FINALLY!!! I been dying for Cole's story since I first read
Steele. I was upset when I saw he was the last book in this series. But, you know that old saying about leaving the best for last..Well, Rie most definitely did. Man, was
Coletrane is my favorite. Even Sinclair is my favorite of the series!!
Cole AKA Probie AKA College is a tattoo artist during the day. Works at the MC bar at night until the club gets a new probie. He doesn't mind it though.The guys at Retribution are his family. Cole's past isn't anything he likes to tell people about. His mom had tried her best when they were younger.
When his sister OD'd his mom couldn't handle it. She ended up with such severe PTSD she is now in a care facility. She doesn't remember Cole or the fact that his sister has died. Cole has never gotten over it.
Cole is not looking for a relationship. But, when Sadie insists on introducing him to her friend he was not prepared for Sinclair.Sinclair stands WAY out in the Retribution bar. He can tell instantly she's too rich and too good for somebody like him. Even though their connection is instant Cole tries his best to get her to run away screaming the opposite way.
Cole was right about one thing. Sinclair is not like any other girl. Sinclair runs the family Fairley-Chatham Foundation. Her parents own the company. Her mother comes from a wealthy family. Her father was considered not good enough. They've worked together for years and are well known. Sinclair runs the organization in charge of charities that help the sick. Sinclair has grown up rich and doesn't ever have to worry about money. But, when you talk to her you'd never know that. She is the most level headed down to earth woman.
Sinclair or Sin to Cole doesn't give up. She doesn't want to hear from Cole she needs to run away from him or that she's too good for him. Only she can say those things. Cole finally stops fighting Sin. But, he'll never stop thinking it. Sin learns quick that Cole likes to take the lead and he likes it rough. Sin might of never done those things before. But, as long as Cole is in charge Sin is down for anything.
Cole and Sin are really great together. Cole tells Sin about his dirty terrible past. Sin starts to make Cole realize he can't change his past. And, that it doesn't define who he is now. Cole starts to think that things are going to be OK. His past comes back with a evil force behind it. With Sin father going off the deep end. Cole must get Hunter and Det Ashe Kingston to help him and most importantly to help Sin.
I absolutely LOVED this book!! I love how Rie still has all the previous couples still involved in the storyline. When the guys are all hanging out at the bar I can not stop laughing. But, when Cole and Brodie sat down to have a one to one. Oh man! I couldn't stop the tears that kept falling. Rie Warren has a way of making you think that you're at the bar or that your boyfriend just came home and insisted telling you the stupidness that went on tonight. LOL. I am very very sad to see this incredible series come to an end. But, I'm hoping Rie will make them still alive in Boomer book.
All
four Retribution MC books available now — series complete!
EXCERPT:
GODDAMN. SIN LOOKED FIIINE. It was a Saturday. I guessed her idea of slumming it was wearing a sarong that bared the length of one of her amazing thighs, a pair of sandals that wrapped up her calves in soft leather, and a strapless top that hugged her fuckhot figure in all the right places.
And her idea of going ghetto must’ve been trawling down here by the train yards.
Shock carried across Sin’s face as she took in Trixxie, me, and the aforementioned cock ring.
“Oh, hon. You worried about a little cock ring? Cole has things up his sleeves you ain’t even—”
“Trixx,” I cut her off midstream.
“Yeah. Yeah. I’ll zip it.” Swooping into one of the back rooms, she poked her head out for a final zinger. “Call me if you need a fluffer for her.”
Sinclair stood just inside the door, shafts of sunlight making a halo of her hair. “Are you with her?”
“No. We’re coworkers. I don’t fuck where I earn money.”
“Then how does she know about your cock rings?” Staring at the silver ring I closed my fingers around, she perfected the hands on hips stance once again.
“Why? You jealous?” One of my eyebrows hooked up.
“Hardly.” She flicked back her amazing pure blonde curls and peered at me. “Just seems like something personal.”
“We tattoo and pierce each other, see half-naked bodies all day long. Ain’t much that’s personal around here, precious.” I punched my knuckles down on the counter, the muscles in my shoulders and arms bunching. “Your driver waiting outside?”
“No. I drove myself. I have my own license and everything.” She used that same give it to me, big boy breathy voice she’d taunted me with last night.
Like she knew exactly what I thought about her—overprivileged, unused to hard times, freewheeling and fancy-free without a care in the world.
Her soft green eyes widened to complete the look of total ingénue. Too bad her body spoke another story. And I knew she was taking me for a ride with this Little Miss So Innocent façade.
I stalked to the windows and checked outside. Then my mouth dropped open. I rocked on my heels. I looked some more.
I groaned. “You’re fucking kidding me.” Pressing my index finger to the window, I think I probably drooled. Like a fool. “Tell me that’s not yours.”
“All. Mine.” Her sultry whisper hit my neck, and damn, that was hot, but not as hot as the car illegally parked outside the shop.
A kick-ass ’77 Trans Am.
“Four hundred horsepower in that thing?” I asked.
“Kicks like a mule with the engine of a bull on ’roids.” Sin slid next to me as I goddamn salivated over the muscle car.
With the pop-out top windows and the massive hood bird decal an authentic red and black Firebird, the car was sex-on-four-wheels.
“Fuckin’ A.” I almost jizzed in my jeans. I wanted to fuck her in it, on it, see her drive it, and get behind the wheel with her in my lap. Fuck. “I thought you’d drive a Merc.”
“This is my weekend car.” Her fingers traipsed down my arm. “What can I say? I have a thing for hot rods.”
And I just happen to have the one for her.
It fucking thumped in my jeans.
Dragging myself away from the imminent girl plus car-gasm, I walked back to the counter and ignored the ancient black bakelight phone ringing at the far end.
“So, what can I do you for, Sin?”
And how soon can I do you?
“Sadie told me where you work.”
Of course she did.
I made no comment.
Sin glided across the floor as I heard Trixxie get on the horn in the room next door, answering the call I’d tuned out.
“I think I want some ink.” Sin stood right in front of me.
“What did you have in mind?”
“I’m not sure yet. Can I see some examples?”
We-elll, there were photos all over the walls, but I just so happened to have some living art to show her.
“Sure.” I whipped off my shirt.
I wasn’t a small boy. I was a badass man. The muscles came from daily workouts. The height—a mere six foot two that put Sin half a foot under me—matched my framework. The tats? They detailed memories, moments, people . . . my life.
Sin sucked in a breath and her eyes grew wide. She rounded the counter. Her touch on my chest fizzled through my skin, but I stood stock-still.
I remained silent except for a low grunt when she tugged on one of the nipple barbells.
“You weren’t kidding about the piercings.” Her warm gust of breath hit my skin, causing havoc to my willpower.
“I might be an asshole sometimes, but I never lie.”
She licked me, right across one of the barbells, right there in the middle of the shop.
My hand flew into her hair, and I pulled her back. “Unless you wanna get your pussy reamed across the counter right now, you better stand down.”
She moved back so suddenly she almost knocked over one of the boxes on the counter.
I shuddered all over, lifting half-mast eyes to her. “I’m not about to mar your perfect skin. Tattoos are off the table.”
She was gorgeous. Untouched. Peaches and cream and obviously protected from the hot South Carolina sun.
And she looked sooo damn good as she was, glaring at me.
“I don’t take no for an answer.” Her leg slid from the slit of her sarong as she cocked her hip and curled her lips.
“Too bad, precious. Ain’t gonna happen.” I smirked as I approached her. “And I’m more than happy to say no to you.”
“Then I’ll just get your colleague to do it.” Her arrogant chin lifted.
“The fuck you will. You don’t need another damn thing on you.” I set my lips to her ear. “You’re sexy. A stand-out. A walking wet dream.” I licked those lush lips I’d kissed the night before—just a taste. “There is something I wanna do to you though.”
“What?” she whispered, searching for my lips as I pulled away.
“I’ll pierce your nipples.”
Her mermaid eyes flicked to mine then down to my nipples. “Like yours?”
“Oh, no. Although I’m sure you’d like that.” Lifting my hands to my chest, I tugged on the two barbells and twisted them.
Hot flames of arousal coursed through me.
Sin moaned through parted lips.
I’d been hard before, but now my cock suddenly broke new records stiffness.
My voice dropped, and I skimmed a hand down the clenching ridged muscles of my abdomen. “It can make your nipples ultra sensitive.”
Her gaze drifted lower, following the path of my hand. “I can see that.”
Leaning forward, I whispered against her ear. “For you I’d do hoops. Pretty little ones for what I bet are your pretty little nipples. Hoops I can attach things to, charms . . . ” And weights. And delicate chains . . .
Oh hell yeah.
Sin licked her bombshell lips.
I set my teeth lightly on her earlobe then bit down with firmer pressure until she moaned.
Drawing back, I observed her with a lazy smile. She practically trembled, and it was an insane turn-on seeing her lose her control.
“Unless you’re too much of a good girl?”
“I’ll let you do it.” Her hair whipped over her shoulder as she met my burning gaze.
I inhaled harshly, the image of her baring her tits for me, holding still while I pierced her nipples, overwhelmed me with a surge of animal-like lust.
Not yet though.
Dragging my shirt back on, I grinned. “You have to earn it first.”
“What?” Her voice rose several octaves.
“You heard me.” I checked the clock.
Twenty minutes until my next appointment. Definitely not enough time to do what I wanted to with her. Not here. Not now.
Sin wouldn’t go down without a fight, of course. That was what made baiting her so damn fun.
She shoved me on the shoulder when I turned back to my sketch.
“Let’s get one thing absolutely clear, Cole. I’m the Executive Director of The Fairley-Chatham Family Foundation. I manage millions of dollars per annum. I might’ve been privileged”—she stomped her foot—“but I work for what I have, and I’m damn successful. So if you think you can keep treating me like some harebrained flake just because of where I come from—”
“Then act like it, precious.” I cut her off mid-riff.
Pressing up onto her tiptoes, she got in my face, hissing, “Stop calling me that.”
I glanced behind her, then quickly pushed her away from me. Three rough-looking hoodlums were outside with their hands all over her car.
“You need to leave now.” I prodded her to the door, going cold all over.
“But I’m not done—”
“You’re done. We are done.” My voice flinty hard, I urged her to hurry up as the gang bangers strutted inside.
More in the Bad Boys of Retribution MC series!
CAROLINA BAD BOYS SERIES
Stone, At
Your Service, Book #1. Available now.
Love, In The
Fast Lane, Book #2. Available now.
Steele, Into
Your Heart, Book #3. Available now.
RIDE, the
complete New Adult novella featured in Stone. Available now.
NEXT IN SERIES:
CHROME, WITH A HEART FORGED IN STEELE. Book #4.
The bigger they are,
the harder they fall.
Coming summer 2015.
Author
Bio:
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.
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