With a Heart Forged in Steele
Boomer Steele is big. He’s bad. He’s the Retribution MC pres. He’s been dealt the worst hand imaginable and bears the scars inside and out. Not that anyone knows it. He’s watched his younger brother and sister hook up and hitch up with the loves of their lives, and now he’s the last Steele standing alone. Maybe he should keep it that way.
Then one feisty honey makes him feel, gets in his grill, pisses him off.
She goes by the name of Rayce. And that’s exactly what she does on her motocross bike when she’s not busy getting her hands dirty with her fellow grease monkeys as the only female mechanic at Stone’s Garage. She’s into fixing bikes, racing hers, and making Boomer’s life a living hell just for the fun of it. Oh, and she hates being treated like a girl.
Sparks flying? That’s an understatement where these two are concerned. Yet when Rayce needs a place to live, and Boomer offers her a room in his house, their unquenchable attraction wins out over antagonism. Sometimes. Rayce’s crappy upbringing makes her think love is for stupid fools asking for heartbreak. She’s not willing to go there for any man.
Not even Boomer Steele.
The bigger they are, the harder they fall.
Note to readers: this book addresses the issue of domestic abuse.
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4.5 of 5 Stars
As we have gotten to know a little about Boomer over the previous books, he has shown us a true loyalty to his family. As he spends more time with Rayce we see that he is a super guy. Wanting to take care of her and show her she was worth his attention. When he realizes that life for Rayce is nothing that it seems on the outside, he tries to step that up but she give him one hell of a run for his money.
Life has been anything but smooth sailing for Rayce growing up. With only her dad around it is not a wonder that she pucked up the traits of a mechanic. She is a damn good one at that and her fellow workers respect the hell out of the little spitfire. She takes no shit from anybody and gives it back twice as hard. She is equally attracted to Boomer but has put up some pretty strong walls to his her secrets and keep her safe.
As Boomer works slowly at breaking those walls, he discovers some things he doesn't like to damn much. Can he control his anger and be the man Rayce needs him to be. Boomer might do a little sharing of his own about his past and feelings. As they work through these new findings will they grow closer or will these secret push them apart. Learning to let the past help to shape the future but not decide the future is a very hard task, are they up for it and will they help each other succeed.
This book was a wonderful addition to the series. Full of emotions from both characters. There was a lot of soul searching and excepting the past as the past, then learning how to move forward with life. Excited to see what Rie will bring us next.
** Advanced copy provided in exchange for an honest review. **
I waited an amount of time that almost did my
head in. The idea of Rayce, in the same house, half-dressed . . .
I climbed the stairs. They were so delicate
and fucking dainty I felt like a giant. At the landing, I hooked left, and
immediately ran into Rayce exiting the bathroom on a cloud of total hotness.
The hallway was so small she banged up
against me, but not before my eyes spun with the vision of her in a dress, and
my tongue must’ve rolled out cartoon-style.
“Boomer!” She spread her palms across my
chest where my heartbeat thundered.
She had on some sort of number that ended
just above her knees, and it was curve-hugging until it flared at the skirt.
The gray and cream pinstriped dress with a deep red belt looked vintage,
classy, and I just didn’t have enough mother-lovin’ adjectives to describe it.
A floral pattern overlaying the stripes echoed the charcoal-colored tats on her
arms. Her tits overflowed the top. Her hips rounded out below the slim
waistline. And her legs?
Shit.
Fishnet stockings. And, for the first time,
high heels. Make that ankle-length black leather high-high-high heeled boots
with metal designs on the toes.
Her perfume dazed me.
Her dress goddamn amazed me.
She snapped her fingers in front of my face.
“You in there?”
“You’re wearing a dress.”
Genius,
Boomer. You are truly a genius.
Rayce pivoted around, astoundingly graceful.
The skirt flipped up to reveal seams on the backs of her stockings. “Like it?”
Liked it so much I was considering
banging her against the bathroom door. “Yeah.” I rubbed a hand over my mouth.
“You could say that.”
Then she did something entirely
feminine, a side of her I’d never truly seen before, and performed a little
twirl that lifted the skirt up her firm thighs before she stopped in front of
me, her face glowing.
I started sweating, right then and
there. “Jesus. You’re gonna give me a heart attack.”
“Serves you right, old man.”
“I wanna be your old man.” Growling, I
scooped her into my arms. “Been missing you.”
I wouldn’t say I was at an impasse with
Rayce, but I’d hardly seen her in several weeks. That was going to end tonight,
after I watched Hunter either crash and burn or end up a happily married man.
My lips slid up the curve of Rayce’s
neck, and her skin tasted like hot womanly sweetness. I licked the shell of her
ear, ghosted to the corner of her mouth, and touched the point of my tongue
against the seam of her lips.
She parted them with a gasp.
I looked down at her with heavy
eyelids, our mouths separated by just a breath of space. “Been dreaming about
kissing you. Feeling your lips on mine.”
“Why don’t you?” she asked, all throaty
and sultry.
“You don’t want it enough yet.” I
backed away from her.
She looked at me with glazed eyes, her
lips moist and glistening.
Placing my hands against the wall
behind me, I curled my fingers, desperate to touch her. “Is JB ready, because
if she’s not I’m about ten seconds away from spreading your legs and getting my
face on your pussy.”
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
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