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.
Worldbuilding: This novel takes place in the town of Mt. Pleasant where Hunter is starting to put down roots. I love that this story takes place in the same world that the Carolina Bad Boys took place! It’s great to get to know new characters and see the old ones again.
Characters: Ghost aka Hunter was a super badass!! I loved that he was not only this untouchable character with a shady past but one that also had another softer side to him. Hunter wants to give his son a chance to know him and know that he is loved. He also wants to be there for his son for a long time to come but unfortunately enemies from Hunter’s past want to drag him back down again. JB was this awesome MC babe that had a wholesome side too! I loved her quirky nickname and how willingly she was to accept Hunter with open arms no matter what his past deeds or misdeeds included.
Plot: This story had a couple of different arcs to it! First was the romance arc between Hunter and JB, which just let me say was super-hot and actually pretty sweet!!! Second was enemies from Hunter’s past that wanted to come out to play. And lastly, a small but no less important arc about the MC and some of its new members!
Writing: In comparison to the Carolina Bad Boys series this start to this spinoff series was a different experience. This had a lot more grit and a little less laughs. It really took on the whole MC persona mixed with a gun for hire suspense. It was darker but also made you root that much more for Hunter to have an actual chance at a good life and happiness.
Curb Appeal: This cover was amazeballs!! It’s so different than what I’m used to from this author but that makes me love it even more! The blurb was right on the money. It draws you in from the first sentence and makes you crave the backstory on these characters!!
Ultimately: I unfortunately, at some points, had a bit of a disconnect from the scenes due to the flow of the story and Hunter’s somewhat aloof attitude. Despite the disconnect, this was still a great starting point for the series!! I’m so excited to see what other stories this author comes up with for the new characters that will be presented next! If you’re in the mood for some hot loving and a man that will risk everything for his chance at a happily ever after, then come and find out why Hunter a good guy in a bad world!
“Something else you want to see?” Wide innocent eyes the color of a night sky delved into mine.
“Yeah. You. Naked.” On my bed.
I lead her upstairs without another word spoken. In my bedroom, I switched on a small light because I was not about to waste this opportunity. Our lips crashed together, and hers were warm and pliable, her tongue motherfucking acrobatic as it danced and dived around mine. For a moment, we tasted each other outside of our mouths, lips held open, tongues touching, and it was so hot I broke away with a groan.
“I need . . .”
“What do you need, baby?” JB’s voice had lowered to a dirty gritty lusty tone.
My cock lay at an awkward angle inside the constricting jeans. I popped open the top buttons, worked my hand inside, and straightened myself. The wet engorged tip kissed my stomach, stretching beyond the waist of my jeans. “Needed some breathing room.”
I arched an eyebrow.
“If your cock’s so hard because of me you can’t fit in your jeans anymore, I deserve to see what I’m getting.”
Far be it for me to argue. I drew my shirt off and tossed it aside.
My cock needed no coercion making an appearance. Another couple inches pulsed out of the opening, splitting the denim wide.
“Good lord,” JB gasped. “You’ve got girth.”
My shoulders shook with a laugh. “Girth?”
“Holy shit, yeah. You’re . . . um”—she pulled her top lip through her teeth, leaving it shiny and still lipstick red—“thick as my wrist. See?”
She lined up her hand with my shaft butting out of the jeans. My thighs tensed at the touch of her skin against mine. I glanced down then slammed my eyes shut. She wasn’t wrong.
“Oh my God.” Her hands flew to my chest, and I looked at her through half-slit eyes.
Her touch ignited the fire racing to my nads. “What?”
“Chest hair, too. Sexy.” She tweaked my flat brown nipples and I shuddered hard.
I was a man, yeah I had chest hair, a black smattering across my pecs that formed a straight line down my abs and beyond.
She seemed to approve, rubbing her cheek against the light pelt then attaching her hot moist mouth to my skin, on the move to my stomach.
“Not so fast.” I pulled her up. “Fair’s fair. Top off.”
Crossing both arms at the hem, she winked before pulling the longsleeve up and off. Encased in a sheer black bra, her tits bounced, and her nipples were dark, coin-sized, pebbled. As I’d imagined, hoped, fantasized, she had tiny dots of freckles on her shoulders and across the high, full, creamy mounds.
Pulling her to my chest, I looked down her back. Those tempting butterfly tats increased in size the lower they were inked on her spine until the largest—bright blue, violet, and black—decorated her skin just above the dimples of her ass.
Finding what I was looking for, I snapped open the clasp of her bra. I hooked one strap then the other off her shoulders. When I pushed JB a step back, the bra fell to floor.
I ran my hands from the flair of her hips to the indent of her waist, over her ribs and up to her breasts. Cupping the twin mounds of so-soft flesh, I watched her plum-colored nipples peek between my fingers.
“Gorgeous.” I bent, kissing one nub with a lingering suck then the other. I crouched even farther, trailing the tip of my tongue from her belly button and up through her deep cleavage. “Freckles,” I moaned. “I love your freckles.”
I tongued all the little dots I could find, palming her generous tits, scraping my thumbs across her nipples.
She raked her fingers through my hair before tugging on it. “My turn to see more.”
I stared at her breasts, frowning. “For a small woman, you sure are bossy.”
JB cupped her tits, pinching her nipples. “Small?”
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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