Stone, At Your Service (Carolina Bad Boys #1) by Rie Warren
Hell on wheels meets hell in high heels.
Bad boy mechanic Josh Stone likes to get his hands dirty any way he can—the filthier, the better. Ever since his wife walked out on him and their young son, he’s only had room in his heart for two loves: the kid and cars.
Roped into playing his best buddy’s gay boyfriend during a romance writers convention, the player meets the girl who’s gonna rock his world. Leelee Songchild. Shy, bashful, beautiful Leelee who blushes at the drop of a hat yet writes hardcore smut to rival Josh’s backlist of Penthouse Forum.
The only problem is his hands are tied. Josh can’t stab his old friend/fake lover in the back even though all he wants to do is take luscious Leelee to bed, and maybe, love her. When the truth comes out, all hell breaks loose.
Too bad romance is just for books.
This being my first Rie Warren book, let me just say I was blown away. I was along for the ride, full speed ahead, with the characters not just because I was given their history but also because I was with Stone every step of the way and in his head. I knew his thoughts, feels, wants, needs and desires. Rie left no question about who he was and whom his driving force was, his son (JJ). Gaaaaah how JJ melted my heart, ‘wif his wafing and pwincess song requests’. Seeing behind the scenes of Stone’s “gay” friend, Nicky Love’s, action as an author was a fabulous intro to his story in the series, which is next. The banter between all of the characters, whether it be the garage workers, other authors, fans, Hens & Widows or amongst the lead characters, Stone & Leelee, it was hilarious and insightful as to who their characters are. I would’ve loved to have some of Leelee’s perspective on things, but given the right moment she let her feisty voice be heard, and I soaked it up!! The environment of the Con sounds spot on to what I’ve experienced: the abs contest, the fangirling, all of the event festivities, and of the partying, so this helped solidify the connection built with the characters and make the environment more realistic. But above all, the characters were true to themselves, minus the ‘roles’ they had to play and that builds a strong character. I wanted to stay and hang out with these characters linger, so needless to say I’m excited for the next installment to release!! Give this a try and find your next book crush!! Rating: 4.5 stars
Ramada’s valet parking sucked balls and cost a mint. The hotel was lit up like a fairytale palace—or a whorehouse, depending how you looked at it–with people coming and going. It was busier than Stone’s before a holiday weekend, when everyone in the tri-counties seemed to get a flat tire. Bellhops wearing pained grins pushed wheeled-carts toppling over with boxes from the convention attendees through the carousel doors.
I wielded our cart into the lobby, following Nicky as he strolled up to the check-in desk. His demeanor changed the second we walked through the doors. Gone was the scrappy South Cackalackee bruiser who knew how to take a hit and knock a fucker to the ground. He rolled up the sleeves on his oxford twice, neatened his hair back into a slick knot, and greeted people with effortless charm.
While we stood in line and he made small talk here and there, a commotion at the back of the queue drew my attention. A gal wrangled with her cart and then watched—eyes and mouth open wide—as four boxes crashed to the floor. Books, dresses, shoes, wigs . . . lingerie swam onto the polished marble floor.
I noticed her cock-up with the cart first.
Her legs second.
Her tits third.
Her face last.
“Who the hell is that?” I whispered, pointing at the babe surrounded by ten tons of shit spilling all over the floor.
Nicky glanced over my shoulder. “No idea. New kid on the block, I guess.”
“I’m gonna go help her.” I shouldered through the crowd and squatted down before her. “Need a hand?” Because one thing Ma had taught me was always help out a woman in need.
She blew a tendril of the lightest red hair from her brow. “I’d sure appreciate it.”
And I was a goner.
I packed her stuff back up under her guidance and stacked it smartly onto the cart, willing myself not to look at her as I stepped back. Definitely not remembering the lace, the frills, the full-on feminine lingerie I’d handled.
“My knight in shinin’ armor?”
Shaking my head, I backed away. I saw Nicky at the elevators, waiting for me. “Not really, miss.”
New kid on the block. There was nothing kid-like about her. She was voluptuous, a handful from hips to hourglass waist to perfect breasts. The southern drawling miss in a knee-length skirt and clinging top didn’t seem to know she’d made my cock railroad-spike hard. I walked away, mesmerized by her feminine-fuck-me appearance up to her goddamn adorable face. A killer combination. Full throttle attraction the likes of which I’d never felt made my head spin, my heart speed.
And there was no way I could act on it because I’d just signed up for five and a half days of Gaydom at the Rom Con.
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.