BLURB:
From the world of Carolina Bad Boys and Retribution MC, a
steamy New Adult standalone novella . . . Magic Mike XXL ain’t got nothin’ on
Kinky Kinkaid.
Kinkaid:
Bonafide pussy magnet. Kinky Kaid I wanna get laid. Yeah,
I’ve been called that shit and more. It comes with the territory. See, I’m a
male stripper. I shake my moneymaker so I can pay the bills and take care of my
people.
I’m also a hardcore, hell-bent biker dude, the newest
prospect at Retribution MC. Probie 2.0, and they can never find out how I earn
my living. Women love me. They toss their panties at me. They push hundred
dollar bills into my G-string. I’m down and dirty and the honeys dig it. All
but one.
There’s this girl, Sadie. She’s beautiful and funny and
kickass with some major ink. I’d never make a move on her because she’s my best
friend.
Sadie:
Best friend? Bullshit. Kinkaid treats me like I’m his kid
sister. I’m the hell-raiser, the tomboy dirt biker, his late night call but
never like that. He thinks he’s safe from me. I’m going to prove him wrong.
I’ll make him see me as a woman one way or the other.
When I find out what Kinkaid’s been hiding there’s hell to
pay. Except then he gives me a lap dance. A hot, wicked, panty-melting lap
dance. A lap dance that unleashes our intense desire, fresh jealousy, distrust
and anger.
Everything changes after that, and not for the better. I
love him. I hate him. I can’t lose him. Sometimes I can’t stand him. He’s hot
as sin on a sultry lowcountry night, and he’s still my best friend.
I don’t know if he’s man enough to give me what I need.
Warning: Graphic sex,
graphic action, graphic language. Triple X caution.
I was hooked on the Bad Boys of Retribution MC after reading Hunters book, but I was blown away after reading Kinkaid. I love a hero that is tough, but has a soft side. One that is caring and loving and stands up for his friends and family. That is what we get in Kinkaid.
Kinkaid was raised by his grandfather from the time he was in diapers. He is tough, it is strong and he will do whatever it takes to pay the bills and take care of his ailing grandfather, even work as a dancer in a gentlemans club and that is the one thing he can never tell his best friend Sadie, or the guys at Retribution MC. Not that he is ashamed of how he pays the bills, but he is afraid that they will not understand and throw him out.
To his surprise, the night Sadie shows up with a group of friends, his cover is blown and his is forced to give her a lap dance. It is then that all of the brotherly feelings that he thought he had for Sadie fly right out the window.
Sadie has been in love with Kinkaid since they were kids, but he never looked at her as anything more then a best friend, a little sister, a buddy and pal. Now when Kinkaid starts looking at her as more than a friend, and the sparks start to fly, they decide to throw caution to the wind and see where this might go.
What I loved about Kinkaid is how he takes such good care of his grandfather, he includes him in everything that he does. Does not try to hold him back and makes sure that he has what he needs. I love how protective his is of Sadie as well. The things he does for her, the places that he takes her because he knows that she will enjoy it was touching. The way that Sadie stood by Kinkaid when he really needed her, despite their misunderstandings and arguments was so touching. The way that MC group rallied around Kinkaid and Sadie just proved what a great group of guys that they really are.
I look forward to reading the next installment of the Bad Boys of Retribution MC and give Kinkaid 5 kinky stars.
EXCERPT:
I accepted a stiff drink
from Rebel-Mae, the funky punk bartender with the glow-in-the-dark pink
fauxhawk, forgetting for a moment I was the Grade-A beef in the joint. No
sooner than I took my first sip of Jack, women surrounded me, pressing against
me, panting all over me.
I couldn’t very well
leave the clients out in the cold. I slung an arm around one of them and smiled
at another, raising my eyes in a help-me expression across the bar toward
Rebel-Mae when something familiar snagged my gaze.
I did a double take. Then
a triple look.
Then my legs almost
collapsed out from under me. My heart went sluggish. My body felt cold. My gaze
stopped on none other than Sadie my-motherfucking-best-friend Grace.
Holeeey Shit.
She stared at me with
wide unblinking eyes and pink spots on her cheeks.
Everything got real
hot, real fast. I hadn’t been this nekkie in
front of my best girl since . . . oh yeah . . . never. I was acutely aware of
that fact as Sadie’s eyes coasted painstakingly from the top of my head all the
way to my toes like she was taking inventory.
My heart returned to its
normal rhythm then it decided to go one better and jackhammer in my chest. I
returned Sadie’s stare with the same scrutiny. No wonder I hadn’t picked her
out in the crowd. Sitting about five feet away from me, she looked like a
complete stranger . . . a very sexy stranger.
Sadie usually wore
paint-splattered coveralls, torn jeans, and baggy T-shirts with her thick hair
braided down her back. Tonight her hair hung loose and straight as a sunbeam.
It reminded me of the beach at Isle of Palms—a mixture of white gold and
sun-spun brown, little sparks of red filtered in. Soft and silky and silty.
It wasn’t just the hair
that blew me away. Sadie had curves all of a sudden. Where the hell had those
come from? The killer dress was the same turquoise blue as her eyes and made
her irises stand out all the more. The dress? Oh man, it was silk or something,
cinched at her waist with a straight skirt that didn’t go low enough on her
thighs as far as I was concerned. And the top? That was no better. The neckline
needed to be a lot higher, turtleneck high, come to think of it. As it was, the
damn thing hugged what looked like perfectly round tits, a suspicion supported
by the fact a tight V of tawny cleavage was very, very visible.
Finally—dear Lord—her
long willowy legs ended in inappropriately strappy, high heels. Not her
standard, sexy Fox Racing Moto-X boots. This was not the regulation Sadie
uniform I was used to. Her outfit definitely affected the blood pounding
through my body—loudly in my ears and coursing lower at an alarming rate to my cock.
My cock that was barely covered in black mesh. Yeah, it was about to bulk up.
Sadie only glanced away from me when one
of her group tapped her on the shoulder. The chicks giggled and whispered, and my worst fears were soon confirmed. It was a bachelorette party.
Yep, one of the babes wore a veil and a white sash that read: Bridezilla! Tall glasses littered the
table, and out of each one popped every bride-to-be’s favorite party favor: a
plastic penis straw. The women were well lubricated, well on their way to
Happyville with a trip to Hangover City in the morning.
Sadie didn’t look happy.
Not one bit.
I’d thought her discovering
my dirty little secret was the worst of it.
I was proven wrong in the
next instant when Sadie’s crazed posse pointed at me, chanting, “LAP DANCE! LAP
DANCE! LAP DANCE!”
You have got to be fucking kidding me.
But no. It got a million
times worse when Bride-fucking-zilla (that shit was no joke apparently) got up,
drunk-swayed over to me, and pushed me at Sadie.
“With her!” Bridezilla
shouted as I stumbled in Sadie’s direction.
“WHAT?” I caught myself
moments before I face-dived between Sadie’s legs, rocked backward, and then
quickly moved clear to the other side of the table. Where my ass was
immediately pinched.
Bridezilla looked
expectantly at me then Sadie.
“What?” Sadie echoed my
question.
“Well, you two can’t keep
your eyes off each other,” said the blonde wifey-to-be. “Might as well get your
hands in on the action too.”
This can't be happening . .
.
Jesus
fucking Christ.
Yahoo!
said my cock.
That thing needed a choke on it.
Older brother/best friend? I felt none of
those things all of a sudden, especially when Sadie looked in my direction and
slowly wet her lips.
Maybe shock and horror wasn’t quite what
she was feeling after all.
I was definitely hot-faced, and no way
did I want to give my best friend—my hottie hot best friend—a freakin’ lap
dance. Unfortunately the rules were the rules.
“Gotta go change first,” I mumbled.
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.
The bigger they are, the harder they fall.
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.
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
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