From the world of Carolina Bad Boys! Hunter Sexton is too hot to handle . . .
My call-sign is GHOST. My roadname, too. I keep my head down, stay off the grid, fly under the radar. I’m the rough, gruff, good guy who does bad things for pay.
JB is my most recent mistake. The MC babe is innocence wrapped up in a rockin’ body. Don’t get me wrong, she has a wicked side, too. She’s kickass in bed, when we make it that far. But she’s the ultimate wholesome good girl, and I don’t want to dirty her up.
Hey, no one said life was all fun and games, right?
Good girl? I prefer to think of myself as a rebellious hellion. I live my life like I ride my bike: carefree, in your face, and full throttle. My soft side? Well, that’s reserved for my job.
I’m not looking for love, and I certainly don’t need any relationship complications. Too bad complicated is the only way Hunter comes.
He’s a quiet, deadly storm. He prowls. He hunts me. He wants me. He’s sexy, sinful . . . secretive. Hunter will turn my life inside out no thanks to his dangerous past about to come back and bite us both in the ass.
Who’s gonna save us now?
Warning: Graphic sex, graphic action, graphic language. Triple X caution.
Author: Rie Warren
Other books by this author that we've reviewed: Sugar Daddy, In His Command, Stone, At Your Service, Love, In the Fast Lane
Series: Bad Boys of Retribution MC #1
Other books in this series that we've reviewed: Kinkaid, Bo, Coletrane
Published by Self Source: Author
Published: June 2nd 2015
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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Ms. Warren has done it again! Hunter, the first book in the Bad Boys of Retribution MC series blew my mind away. I’ve read all the books Ms Warren has written and right now my favorite Carolina bad boy is Hunter.
Seriously, I have no idea where she comes up with these hot guys but where ever it is I want to visit there. YOWZA! Hunter is HAWT! And lovable… and dangerous… and sexy… and so much more! There’s so many aspects of him that are a turn on but his interactions with Jack I found to be the most touching of the whole book. Enough with the mush. Him and JB, aka JailBait, aka… looks like both of them are sporting a few aka’s! Her’s just has a few less savory sides that won’t get her killed. Which is why he doesn’t think he’s good enough for her.Thankfully, he just can’t stay away, neither can she. Neither can I for that matter.
What did I like about the book? Ummm…just about everything. Ms. Warren has a way of capturing and presenting her characters in ways that make it real hard to put her books down. With the right amount of build-up, and explosive reveals, I had Hunter devoured in a day. While I found Ms. Warren’s other titles had a bit more humor in them, this one had more suspense that kept me trying to guess what comes next. This 1st person POV story drew me in with the sexy and kept me hooked with the excitement. Oh yeah, her characters. Man I wish I could meet them in person. Boomer, Probie, even little Jack, each one has a little place in my heart just begging for each of them to get their own story.
Hunter is the perfect read for anyone who wants to wet their appetite for MC books without all the blood, guts and violence. I personally prefer sexy to scary any day. Now while Hunter works perfectly well as a stand-alone, you’re really going to want to read the whole series from the beginning. Actually, you really should start with the Carolina Bad Boys series before venturing into the Bad Boys of Retribution MC series. There’s quite a few crossovers that are umm-umm-deliciously-good!
More in the Bad Boys of Retribution MC series!
All four novels coming summer 2015!
Carolina Bad Boys
Stone, At Your Service (Carolina Bad Boys #1)
Love, In The Fast Lane (Carolina Bad Boys #2)
Steele, Into Your Heart (Carolina Bad Boys #3)
Ride, In Between The Covers
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. http://www.corvisieroagency.com/Saritza_Hernandez.html
An hour later, I slid onto my motorcycle. Helmet in hand, I ramped the Deus Grievous Angel to life.
JB materialized next to me, huddling inside her padded leather jacket. “Sorry about before. Rayce has issues.”
“And where’s your bodyguard now?”
“I don’t need one.” She unfolded her arms, and her jacket gaped open at her chest. She took my helmet from my hands and slung it onto the handlebar.
“Beg to differ.” She definitely needed protection from me.
JB made the first move, I’d testify to that shit in court. She leaned over me and licked her lips. Then my hands were in her hair, burrowing deeper, and I dragged her to my mouth. She straddled me when I lifted her onto my lap. The moist touch of her tongue parted my lips.
I groaned, opening up to her talented lunges, following the sleek kisses into her mouth where our tongues collided. I wanted to thrust down her throat with my cock. Rip her pants apart and fuck her until she screamed. Take her on my motorcycle and spray my come all over her body. The intensity of my reaction steered all coherent thought from my head.
The soul-searing kiss lit me up inside. I wanted more.
Bad move. One of my worst. I’d regret it later. Right now I’d savor the way JB moaned, riding my thigh, getting off on me.
I wanted to have this for one more minute.
I wanted her.
I couldn’t have her. I shouldn’t stain her. My soul wasn’t even intact.
With a growl, I pushed her off me. I steadied her with a hand on her hip as she found her footing.
“What’s your problem?” JB frowned, her lips swollen from my kisses.
“I can’t. Not with you. Not like this.” I wouldn’t meet her eyes.
“Damn right you can’t. I’m too good for you.” She zipped her jacket all the way to the chin.
Nothing hotter than a woman with an attitude who knew what she wanted, but I couldn’t take advantage.
“Exactly.” I throttled my raging black bike, shouting over the roar of pipes, “We agree. Never gonna happen.”
Peeling out of the parking lot, I glanced back one last time. Big mistake. JB stood under the halo of a streetlight with one stiff middle finger raised in my direction. And I wanted her even more.
Not gonna happen.
Only one good thing had come out of my life, and I had nothing left to give.