First I just have to say how sad I am that this was the last book in the Bad Boys series. I have loved each and every one and couldn't wait to read Bane's story. He was the one I wanted to know more about most of all. There was just something about him. Now with Kiki I fell completely head over heart in love and lust with this man. I loved that they were equally matched both in the field and in the bedroom (when they could make it there). Kiki was just flat out badass and I fell just as hard for her. Now match the two of them together and I was in heaven. Bane...the man has a way with the naughty talk both in his head and out of his mouth. Seriously...these two are scorching hot together. I also loved that we got more of the rest of the team and the epilogue was fantastic. I loved every bit of this book.
I give Bane 5 hearts!
High stakes.
Low margins.
And everyone wants the woman
I’m teamed up with dead.
And everyone wants the woman
I’m teamed up with dead.
BANE
Swagger, strut, snarl. Three things I can do with both eyes
closed. Oh, and shoot the shit out of tangos. I always do my job, whether it’s
patching up a fellow operative or taking down a serious threat. Apparently this
time my job is to babysit Baby Spy. We’ve followed the Los Reyes de Guerra
cartel to the drug-trafficking capital, Mexico City. Our orders? Get in with
the guerrillas and ultimately take them down. There’s only one problem—I have
another set of mission directives linked to Kiki AKA Baby Spy. Should be easy
enough. Except it seems I’ve developed an unhealthy attraction to Kiki, along
with an inconvenient conscience. She’s a wild woman with an unforgiving
attitude that definitely makes me bone hard for her. Nothing is as it appears,
least of all Kiki Damage.
KIKI
Yeah. They call me Baby Spy. I’m fully aware the entire
T-Zone team blames me for narking out a previous mission gone wrong. So, I
can’t understand why the powers that be assigned me to this op. Or maybe I can,
which just makes my situation even more dire. I know Bane wants me, but I’m
beginning to think he has an ulterior motive for keeping me close. And it’s not
just the panty-melting hot sex with the big, gruff, silent killer. There’s something
incredibly vulnerable in the way Bane watches me, like he’s looking for one
last saving grace. None of that matters now. When the situation heats up, I
find out Bane’s real mission. I may have fallen in love with him, but it’s
already too late. This entire web of lies goes a lot higher than any of us ever
imagined, and my neck is only the first one on the line.
Bane includes a
special series epilogue from the badass women: Jade, Tilly, Blaize, and Kiki.
Standing slowly, Kiki paced toward the door. “I think I’ll
go clean up. You should get some rest.” “Yeah. I’ll do that.” My eyelids felt
heavy as cement. My leg fucking throbbed. But the bigger pain came from seeing
Kiki caught in a trap she didn’t realize had been set for her. Rest? Bullshit.
I checked the dressing on my wound. I reloaded my gun. I drank more tequila,
but never enough to get tanked. Listening to the shower run, I shut my eyes,
only opening them when Kiki walked back in, wrapped in a towel. Her hair was
shiny and wet, those light pink streaks damp-darkened. Her face scrubbed. Her
eyes the lightest shade of blue imaginable. “You make a terrible patient, you
know that?” She checked her Glocks before setting them on the bedside table. “I
gave you orders to sleep.” I still didn’t know how she managed to make me smile
even when shit was bad-side up in my life. “Sleep’s overrated.” “How’s the
leg?” “Hurts like a bitch. You could help though.” I winked at her. “I could,
huh?” She stepped closer, her voice turning breathy. The change in her tone echoed
the slight shift in the color of her irises, making them a little more
turbulent. Darker. Dilated. “How so?” she asked, and I watched her nipples perk
up beneath the clinging towel. “Come to bed with me.” My husky voice rumbled,
rippling greed for her hitting me like a sudden shock to the system. “I should
keep watch,” she hedged. “No. You shouldn’t.” Leaning forward, I grasped the
bottom of the towel. She slowly smiled, a sexy tilt of her suckable lips.
“How’s me in bed gonna help, big boy?” “I’ll show you.” “I suppose you want me
to take this off first?” She fingered the knot at the top of the towel. I
nodded, a ragged rush of air pelting from between my lips. Fuck yeah. When she
dropped the towel, I almost chewed off my own tongue to get to her. Slick flesh.
Toned body. Handful tits. Dark pink nipples. The tats. Fuuuck. Delicate designs
from her elbows to her wrists to the backs of her hands. Sexy as. Legs long
enough to wrap around my waist while I slammed into her. “Kiki.” My hand moved
to her leg, and my gaze followed the path I took from her knee to her thigh to
her hip . . . “Damn, girl. You have no idea how hard you make me.” The sheet
tented at my groin. My cock rising, blood-filled, fully erect. She gently
pulled the sheet, bending over me. “This hard?”
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 Agency.
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