Title: Cry Mercy
Series: Blood Legion
MC, Book One
Author: Rie Warren
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: May 20, 2019
Review Source: Enticing Journey Book Promotions
Gritty
star-crossed lovers? You have no idea . . .
ANGEL
I thought I knew
bad times. The worst times. My dad murdered, the MC that’s rightfully mine
ripped apart by corrupt rule. I didn’t know anything about true horror until I
met a Tennessean girl named Mercy.
Angel and Mercy,
frigging ironic, right? You don’t know the half of it. Blood Legion MC is my
legacy, and revenge against me is Mercy’s. If you’re looking for gritty
star-crossed lovers in the Crescent City, you’ve found it. Because there’s a
damn good chance one of us won’t make it out of here alive.
MERCY
I’m at the mercy
of my menfolk. Mercy . . . ironic, isn’t it? Because my cousin and my uncle
show no mercy to me, despite my name. I’m used against my will. I’m beaten and
worse when I don’t behave. I have no freedom, only one friend, and no chance of
escape even though New Orleans is so vibrant I feel like I could touch the
colors.
I fled the
compound for just one night. I shouldn’t have. I met a biker called
Angel—Angel. He’s blond as a seraph, but big and tall and full of sweet talk
I’ve never heard before. Except he’s my family’s enemy.
Angel can’t be
my only hope because my kin have vowed to take out him and the rest of the
Blood Legion MC in one big Tenn-tucky blaze of glory.
LOVED this book! It's hard but sweet. Edgy and HOT!!! These alpha men are determined to have each other's backs no matter what.
Angel and Mercy......the author was spot on with these names. They have more meaning than just their names. Angel is hard in some ways. As president of an MC, he has to be. But he is fair, he is a friend and he will be the first one to help you if you are loyal to him.
Mercy has had to give a lot of it during her life. When Angel comes into her life he is just that. Her Angel. He saves her. And Mercy makes everything ok for Angel.
They are two dynamic, troubled souls that belong to each other.
Wonderful characters. Amazing story. Awesome writing. This is the exact mixture you need to make a great read!!!
Highly Recommend!!!!!
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(Blood Legion MC, Book Two)
Mercy twisted
her hands in front of her. “Are you sure you want me to stay again?”
I wasn’t even
sure I could get my voice to work around her.
“’Course. You’re
not going anywhere.” I sort of sidled around her, keeping my distance as I beat
feet to the vacated bathroom.
That time I did
knock my head against the door.
Then I glared
down at my hard cock defying the confines of my jeans.
Nervy as fuck, I
shuffled to the sink and braced my hands on the counter.
Be a nice guy,
Don’t scare her
off.
Stop springing
wood like a creep every time you see her.
I splashed cold
water on my face. Stripped off my clothes down to my boxer briefs. Brushed my
teeth for a lot longer than usual.
Fuck me, I even
sniffed my pits.
This is
ridiculous.
In the bedroom,
I made a beeline for the bourbon, pouring two healthy doses and passing a glass
to Mercy.
And I tried not
to look at her as I downed the alcohol.
She tossed back
her drink too and, setting her glass beside mine, she brushed close enough I
had to suck in a breath as heat jolted all the way to my groin.
“Am I making you
nervous, Angel?” She hit me with those shimmering nutmeg eyes, long lashes
casting shadows on her cheeks.
“No.” Yes.
“Good.” Some
kind of seductress’s smile coasted across the puffiness of her pink lips. “Then
can I touch you? Or will you think I’m throwing myself at you?”
“You can touch
me however you want, cher, but—”
“But I don’t
have to.” A lone fingertip danced down the center of my chest to the waist of
my briefs. “Trust me, I want to.”
Fuuuuck. So much
for me not putting the moves on her.
I gripped her
wrist in a light hold. “Whatever this is though, I think we should take it
slow.”
Slow?
Bullshit.
I was already
foolishly completely gone over my gamine.
“Oui.” After
pulling her hand free, she snuck up to kiss the side of my neck. “I’ll go
slow.” She slid her lips to my jaw where she panted hot breaths. “Really,
really slow.”
A groan tumbled
from my chest, and I was fucking putty.
Except putty was
soft, and I was suddenly achingly hard all over.
Jaw clenched, I
followed her lead. She tugged me to the bed, and I couldn’t help but stare at
the firm globes of her ass silhouetted in the panties I’d bought her.
Both of us still
standing, Mercy reached up to draw my mouth to hers.
The sweetness of
her lips gave way to the swift wet lunge of her tongue.
Clasping her
lightly to me, I kissed her until our harsh breathing melded together and I’d
explored every silken recess of her mouth.
Lips moist, she
kissed to my chin then down my throat and over to one shoulder. Her hand roamed
to my back, and she rested her palm on my ass, which made my pelvis kick
forward.
She laughed
sultrily. “I like making you hard.”
“Doesn’t take
much around you, beb.”
“I can feel that.”
Her lips plucked and caressed all over my chest.
I craned my neck
back, grunting, when she flicked at the flat discs of my nipples with firm wet
lashes.
She sailed
kisses onto my abs, her tongue swirling into the hair that thinned from my
belly button to the top of my briefs.
Then she was on
her knees in front of me.
I tensed across
every single muscle in my body. I stayed as goddamn still as possible.
Don’t scare her
off.
Don’t ask her to
do anything.
Try not to come
the second she makes contact with my dick.
Mon Dieu. Then
she rubbed her cheek all over the straining rod of my erection. She laughed
when my cock twitched. She puffed hot breaths into the thin material.
She nudged her
nose against my nutsack.
My fists balled
at my sides.
With slow care,
Mercy lifted out the band of my briefs. She eased the material down, freeing
the caged monster that snapped upright against my abdomen. She swept the briefs
down my legs, off my feet.
And I dribbled
precum onto her face.
She caught the
droplets, eyes shining when she pushed several wet fingers between her lips
with a hot murmur that about made me nut.
Peering at me,
Mercy spun her palm over the slick knob of my cock. “You keep gettin’ bigger
and harder. Is that because of me?”
I swept loose
strands of hair back from her face, and my hand trembled. “No one else.”
“Ah want to suck
you.”
My throat
clicked as I tried to swallow.
She didn’t even
have to touch me. She could just talk to me in her sexy accent.
I nodded.
“Ah think you
should lay back for this.” Prodding me to the bed, she crawled between my
thighs as I stretched out on my back.
I stuffed a wad
of pillows beneath my neck, unwilling to miss a second of the prettiest woman
going down on me.
Yeah, I was a real
gentleman all right.
Her hands
wandered up my thighs, and the hair-roughened texture didn’t put her off. She
bent down, tendrils of her hair ghosting across my skin like the hot licks of
her kittenish tongue when she lazily meandered from mid-thigh to the crease of
my groin.
Mercy detoured
down the leg, kissing, licking, fingers tickling.
I fucking wanted
to devour her.
She cruised back
up, her bottom raised and wagging behind her. Instead of taking my drooling
dick into her mouth, she snaked her tongue into the cum gutters arrowing from
my hips to my cock.
I twitched,
shivering.
She flicked,
murmuring.
“Should I go
slower, Angel?” She exhaled a long breath up the entire underside of my meat.
Badass,
sassafras Rie Warren is an OG Amazon All Star author of Bad Boy books and MC
romance. She delivers five star sex, suspense, and the best banter around. Her
stories are one hundred percent original, do not contain fluffy plots or virgin
brides, and wring every last emotion from readers to leave them with a
satisfied smile. Rie’s tough alpha males are never brought to heel, but are
instead healed by the feisty femme fatale of their perfect match.
She grew up in
Maine, went to college in Iowa (Iowa, what?), lived in Scotland, and married in
Englishman. In true roundabout fashion, they came back to the States, settled
in South Carolina’s lowcountry, putting down southern roots and pursuing their
arty endeavors. Tale spinner and character diviner, Rie is a lover of sleep,
wine, and rude memes often involving either Disney characters or Winnie the
Pooh. She is raising two teen daughters along with an entire brain full of
unruly characters.
Rough-talking
alpha men? Rie has that on tap.
Stubborn sassy
heroines? You bet.
Smoldering sex
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