Indie Flutters: ~ now with Rissa! ~ Stone, At Your Service by Rie Warren, Excerpt & Giveaway

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This is Rissa, introducing the revival of the Indie Flutters here at Butterfly-o-Meter Books! She’s our latest addition to the Butterfly family, and she will be the one continuing Shurrn’s work reading & reviewing indie titles! We’re thrilled to have her! 😀

Stone, At Your Service (Carolina Bad Boys #1)

  • By Rie Warren
  • Editions: ebook, paperback
  • Published: September 25th 2014
  • Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
  • Source: review copy
  • In a Flutter: Laugh out loud funny meets sexy and sultry.
  • rating-system5

    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.

    ~ Goodreads

    Amazon

    Review

    What a fun ride! I haven’t laughed that much at a book in a long time. The inner dialogue of the main character, Stone, is just the best. Done completely from a guy’s point of view, it did not disappoint!! Centered in and around a car garage as well as a writer’s convention set in a hotel, made for a very interesting back drop.

    Stone is a man’s man but will do anything for his best bud, Nicky Love, even pretend to be his boyfriend for the week at the LitLuv writer’s convention. But little did he know that when he signed up for oversexed hen-picking and inappropriate gropes that he also signed up to get his ass handed to him and his heart stolen.

    The convention angle is something that I haven’t read in a long time and maybe only once or twice before. But the whole writer’s approach made me want to jump right into the book and have fun too! The crazy shenanigans at the writer’s convention were exactly what I imagine real life authors and readers get up to! The crew of writers that Nicky surrounds himself with and introduces Stone to, were awesome. Funny females with extra sass and some fantastic debauchery thrown in too.

    *winks*

    In my opinion the blurb doesn’t do the book justice. The book is so much more funny, involved, sweet, and awesome than the blurb let on! But it definitely piques your interest though! On the other hand, hot damn the cover is real nice to look at! The novel had just the right amount of angst in it but it was heartfelt too. Stone has a big family and how he cares about them definitely shines through!

    I really enjoyed the story within the story. I don’t see that many guys reading, let alone Erotic Romance, but I liked that Stone read it and appreciated it in more ways than one 😉 His character was down to earth and just one of the good ol’boys of the south. I would love to have a person like Stone in my corner!

    So if want a novel that is set at a good pace, that will make you laugh out loud at inappropriate moments while in public, and is a panty melting good time, do yourself a favor and check it out. I promise you won’t regret it.

    And who doesn’t love a few kisses between best friends 😉
    Stone 1

    Excerpt

    In the hotel gym half an hour later, I was in full work-it-out mode the old-fashioned way. I grunted, groaned, and cursed my way through a circuit on the weight machines complemented with CrossFit training designed to make me keel over. At least then I could stop thinking.
    Having to pretend I was into Nicky while ignoring the fact I was one hundred percent attracted to Leelee was gonna make me mentally unstable. Not to mention her last relationship broke off because Patrick was bi and lied to her about it. I didn’t stand a chance with Leelee even if I was on the up and up with her, not with her history and my Rom-Con con. Shit, her bad break-up story more than rivaled my own.
    So my plan of the moment was sweating it—her—out of my system PD-fuckin’-Q. If that failed, I was going to masturbate over every single sex scene in her book until my dick was raw, even if I had to bust my nut in the shower with Nicky in the next room. Maybe then my bastard cock would learn to stand down in her presence.
    Right then, as luck would have it in some form of twisted fate or some other writerly term—like foreboding or foreshadowing or whatever—the door swung open . . . and Leelee swished inside. Wearing exercise gear: hip-huggin’, boob cuppin’, ass-lovin’ Lycra.
    Her life might be worse than a bad romance novel, but mine was beginning to resemble a har har fucking har romantic comedy, minus the romance part.
    Trying to ignore her so I could get my workout done and get the hell out of Dodge, I continued to torture my body. Sweat dripped like bullets down my bare chest and into the low waistband of my nylon shorts. My muscles huge and heaving, I rolled up to a squat from another set of sit-ups and came face-to-tit with Leelee.
    When I rose to my full height, topping her by a good nine inches now that she wore sneakers instead of fuck-me heels, my gaze fell to her face. Her pouty bottom lip was tucked half between her teeth, and I wanted to use my mouth to tease it out. Her eyes were brighter than ever, her hair pulled into a high braid, all the better to wrap around my fist and draw her up for a long, deep kiss.
    And the room just got a whole lot hotter.
    I rolled my neck, bouncing on my feet while I reached for my discarded tank top to mop up my face. Pushing the neck of my tank top into the waistband of my shorts, I was well aware the extra weight dragged my shorts even lower over the cut muscles of my pelvis, almost to the point where my pubes peeked out.
    I grinned when Leelee peeked too. “So, what brings you here?”
    She took a seat on one of the blue mats, averting her eyes. “The gym’s a great place to hide. I only started workin’ out when I began coming to these things. You know, me and crowds.”
    “Yeah, I’m hiding from those vicious writers too.”
    She laughed, and then her gaze flickered over me, not with a quick glance but with the attention of a woman who liked what she saw. I held still, held my breath and felt like she electrocuted every one of my nerve endings until my muscles jerked in excitement rather than exertion.
    And that was all before she even stretched her legs to either side of her in a near split and began limbering up.
    What had I thought this morning about wearing a hard cup jockstrap? Yeah, that. I needed one now. My cock rose and the thin material of my shorts was not gonna hide a single goddamn inch of thick erection for very long.
    I covertly slipped the tank top over so it fell on top of my crotch. Resuming my workout on the pull-up bar, I watched Leelee as she watched me. I pumped up and down at a strong, measured pace. She performed some yoga-type moves that immediately put me in mind of inventive sexual positions. I hopped down and moved on to weighted squats, and she bent over from the waist, walking forward on her fingertips, round ass in the air.
    The tank top wasn’t gonna last very long concealing my raging erection at this rate either. And it was pretty damn hard to do squats with my dick as iron-hard as the barbell in my hands. I was so revved up, my only hope was to outlast her. My very, very best dreams come true . . . and my worst nightmare of the moment right in front of me:
    Soft, voluptuous Leelee
    Who writes fuck-hot, steamy sex
    And works out
    In tight ass Lycra and boob-hugging spandex
    Long wavy red hair
    Beautiful southern drawl
    Hard as nails and sharp as a tack underneath it all
    The kind of girl I could take home to Ma . . . and the kid. Fuck fuck fuck.
    “Spot me?”
    I almost fell on my ass when I heard her request. I brought the barbell slowly to my shoulders and then lowered it to the floor. “What?”
    “Could you spot me?” Her face was flushed from all the yoga cum Kama Sutra contortions.
    I groaned and pretended to massage a hamstring to cover the quick jerk in my shorts. Jesus. I’d spot her all right, all the way down to the mats. “Sure.”
    She lay back on the bench after calibrating the weights. I stood behind her, thighs opened on either side of her head. This was a very bad position for me to be in. If things went south, my cock was gonna end up in her mouth.
    Through deep and determined inhales and exhales while she pumped iron, she asked, “Did you get a chance to check out Ride?”
    I tried real hard not to think about where I’d left off reading: Jase and Avery desperate to fuck, yet deliriously as cockblocked as me. Every hot word written by Leelee. I definitely couldn’t admit I’d been about to tug my tackle over it either.
    “Yeah, a little. Not bad.”
    Leelee nodded her chin, signaling me to put the weight back on the rack. As soon as she was clear, she swiveled up and around. “Not bad?” She playfully punched me in the ribs.
    I couldn’t tell her what I really thought, so I shrugged. “The guy-girl thing doesn’t cut it for me, ya know?”
    “Hmm.” Leelee reserved her opinion on my opinion.
    After that, we went around the machines together. Sexual tension hovered on the sidelines, but it was broken down with talking, teasing . . . and sweating goddamn buckets.
    An hour later, we sat against the wall, arms hanging over our knees.
    “You remind me of my ’69 Camaro.” I had an oilgasm every time I thought about the muscle car I kept babied in the garage beside my house. Sleek, bright red, and just gritty enough, the car was an American classic, like Leelee. Not like the fancy foreign made motors I was making a fake career over.
    I braced myself for the backlash. The last time I’d said something similar was to Claire about her resemblance to my full-sized Bronco. I meant she could handle anything, not her post-baby weight. Shit got ugly after that.
    “That was supposed to be a compliment,” I added when Leelee made no comment.
    Her smile was slow in coming but it lit me up like the rays of the sun when it hit me. “I know. My daddy’s a gear-head. He always wanted to get his hands on one of those. I grew up with my head under the hood.”
    Lovely Leelee, a tomboy in grease-stained coveralls? Va va vroom and va va voom. Damn if she wasn’t the woman of my dreams.
    “You’re not the tough guy I first took you for, Stone.” She patted my leg.
    Begging to differ, I scowled in response.
    She poked a finger at my biceps that didn’t dent a centimeter. “Frown all you want, I’m still not convinced.”
    “It wasn’t a frown, babe, it was a glower.” I jumped to my feet and hauled her up with me, catching her when she stumbled.
    Leelee’s lips brushed my shoulder, her breasts skimming against my midsection. Her thighs hit mine as I clasped her waist. “Steady now.”

    Stone 2

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    About the Author & Links:


    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.
    You can connect with Rie via the social media hangouts listed on her website. She is represented by Saritza Hernandez, Corvisiero Literary Agency.

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    6 thoughts on “Indie Flutters: ~ now with Rissa! ~ Stone, At Your Service by Rie Warren, Excerpt & Giveaway

      1. Rissa

        Thanks! I’m positive you’ll love this book 🙂
        And I know those pictures are absolutely fantastic 😉

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