Release Boost – Baller Made by Rie Warren

Posted July 22, 2017 by sultrysirens in Release Boost / 0 Comments


Title: Baller Made
Series: Bad Boy Ballers #3
Author: Rie Warren
Genre: Sports Romance
Release Date: July 17, 2017
Blurb
Bad Boy Ballers series finale! Includes an epic novella
length epilogue for Rafe and Peyton, Brooklyn and Delaney, and Calder and
Reggie!
The dark horse of the NFL. A superstar showgirl on the
Vegas strip. Their desire is taboo in ways you can’t even begin to imagine.
Calder Malone. Black sheep. Bad boy. Kicked off the Reno
Ravens and almost suspended from the NFL. The sexy center remains a fan
favorite now that he’s playing for Carolina Crush. And what Calder wants more
than anything is to prove his worth to the team that’s his last chance, the
family he disgraced, and the one woman he fell in love with years ago.
Unfortunately the comeback kid isn’t a boy anymore, and the
babe he wants was never his for the taking—for reasons that make him question
his sanity.
Reggie isn’t just a Vegas showgirl, a pretty face. She’s an
Air Force widow, a strong woman who’s piecing her life back together . . . And
maybe the man she always thought was out of her league and completely
off-limits just became fair game.
Off the field and offstage, what happens when Calder and
Reggie don’t stay in Vegas?

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Excerpt
I was in a
bastard of a mood when the doorbell rang after I’d dropped the two
hundred-pound weight onto the rest. My chest burning, my ribs wracked with
agony, I curled up to my feet. Thought about a shirt. Thought, fuck it. It was probably just Brooks.
He’d become
my watchdog, checking in regularly, inviting me to his place for dinner with
him and Delaney, keeping the door open in case I needed to talk to someone
other than my sponsor.
Striding
through the house, I absentmindedly swiped at the sweat on my chest with the
towel I held.
I opened
the door.
Wished I
hadn’t.
My cock
went fully hard in an instant.
I draped
the towel in front of me, one hand notched on the doorframe, my chest bare,
Reggie’s chin barely reaching my shoulders.
Reggie. On my doorstep. Showing up out of the clear blue.
My lips
flattened as my heartbeat thudded in my chest.
Everything
that had broken open in that alley with Brooklyn I’d sealed back under. Until
this precise moment when Reggie lifted a bag in her hand and a smile on her
lips when I was pretty sure I’d never looked more threatening.
“I’ve got
some time off. Recuperation.” She angled a leg in tight faded jeans toward me.
“Sore tendon. Figured you’d know how to put me back together right as rain with
your PT background.”
“Funny.”
Hooking the end of the towel into the waistband of my shorts, I rasped my hands
across the dark shade of stubble on my jaw, and she watched every goddamn
stroke. “You don’t look injured.”
“You do.”
Her gaze—challenging—dropped to the bruise on my ribs.
Motherfucker.
“You came
to check up on me.”
“So what if
I did?” She shrugged one shoulder.
“You don’t
have to worry about me anymore.”
“I can’t
just turn it off, Calder.”
“I don’t
need or want your help.” I tried to maintain the barrier, nearly snarling at
her.
She merely
cast her eyes beyond me. “Are you going to invite me inside like an old friend
should?”
Old friend. Old pain.
I stepped
back. Barely.
She ducked
under my arm. Smiling.
Closing the
door, I sealed my body against it. “What are you really doing here?”
“Well, you
said you’d accept my calls.” She dropped her bags. Stood with hands on hips.
“You lied to me.”
“It’s what
I do, sweetheart.” Determined to piss her off so she’d leave because danger
lurked in the dark spaces of my mind.
I’d
forgotten she reacted like a lioness when cornered.
Rookie mistake.
In two
steps, Reggie was up against me, in my face.
Protect and dominate. The two different impulses swarmed
through me.
I wanted to
serve her up on a silver platter and plant my face between her thighs.
Then tuck
her against me in my bed, blankets all around, my arms a cradle.
Her eyes
hooked mine with nothing but unwavering intensity. “You have driven everyone away, Calder.” Her stance
blended her against me, and she had to feel the heat—the need and arousal—she
spiked in my body.
“I will not fucking let you go down one more
time.” Bleak, no longer dreamy eyes, rose to mine. “I’m not losing you to
self-pity or self-loathing or any other kind of hate you keep wrapping around
yourself.”
Looked like
I’d met my match.
I’d known
it all along.
Impossible.
“One man is
enough to lose.” Her voice dropped, but her finger pointed at my chest before
she spread her fingers over my careening heart. “And you have a choice in the matter.”
At her
unerring words, I went stock-still.
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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. Some of her latest endeavors include the Carolina Bad Boys and Bad Boys of Retribution MC 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.

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