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Stone, At Your Service by Rie Warren Blog Tour & Giveaway

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Synopsis
Hell on wheels meets hell in high heels.
Bad boy mechanic Josh Stone likes to get his hands dirty any way he can—the filthier, the better. Ever since his wife walked out on him and their young son, he’s only had room in his heart for two loves: the kid and cars.
Roped into playing his best buddy’s gay boyfriend during a romance writers convention, the player meets the girl who’s gonna rock his world. Leelee Songchild. Shy, bashful, beautiful Leelee who blushes at the drop of a hat yet writes hardcore smut to rival Josh’s backlist of Penthouse Forum.
The only problem is his hands are tied. Josh can’t stab his old friend/fake lover in the back even though all he wants to do is take luscious Leelee to bed, and maybe, love her. When the truth comes out, all hell breaks loose.
Too bad romance is just for books.

 

Josie's review
4 stars

Stone at Your Service by Rie Warren was a funny and delightful read. The author gives readers, drama, a really hot sexy as hell Southern bad Boy, LOL moments and my favorite – romance authors UNCENSORED. This story was different in that this is told in a man’s POV. Josh is a single divorced father, he owns a garage that details foreign cars and he loves the ladies but only for a night. His best friend is a romance writer who poses as a gay author that writes about sex. He enlist Stone’s help for a convention. He wants them to pretend to be gay lovers. Sounds easy right – Wrong. Stone is about to have is life changed forever.
Stone is bought along to help Nicky preserve the appearance he’s established. He needs his help to keep the throng of female fans and a group of groping author ladies at bay. These women are so funny, they have ZERO filter. Let me just say the author nailed those characters to the tee. These women reminded me of my friends and how we are when we are chatting on PM – we have ZERO FILTER. I felt like I was at this convention with them.

 

Stone, foreign car dealer.”

“Swoon.”

“More like sex on legs.”

“I’d love to suspend him in a hogtie and try out my new Evil Stick on those thighs.”

“Ice girls, I need ice!”

“Was it something Nicky did to you last night? Did he pounce on you as soon as you walked through the door? I always figure him for a freak in the bed.”


Stone is really playing up the gay lover part really well until Leelee enters, he wants her. Leelee is a new comer into the NA hot reads world and is welcomed into the fold, as such Stone and Leelee end of spending time together.   Stone is in a bad place. He promised his best friend he would help him but Leelee brings out a primal need in Stone, one that he cannot ignore. She is blunt, caring, sexy and overall interesting to him and the more he gets to know her the more he wants to have her. It should be easy, if only he wasn’t playing the role of a Nicky’s boyfriend.   I really enjoyed that the author showed readers the inner monologue with Stone. We are able to see the immediate turmoil he was in when dealing with Leelee.

 

“Danger zone, danger zone. My legs twitched, my cock throbbed, and I fought down the animal inside. Bad move, bad move. The side of me that wanted to protect her from pain warred with the part that wanted to prowl all over her body.” 

The convention itself was funny, these side characters were odd, totally hysterical and they really added a bit more excitement to this read. I could wait to see what they were going to come out with next. The story has betrayal, a scheming perverted book publisher and plenty of dirty raunchy sex and foreplay. Leelee was the perfect woman for Stone; she knew what she wanted and did not hold back.
Stone is hot, there is no other way to describe him. He is an awesome father, son, boss and friend. Life handed him a difficult hand, instead of letting it destroy him he became the best dad to his son JJ. He loves his son fiercely and give him anything and all of himself, just like he does to all that are close to him. He also has this amazing, loving and close relationship with his mother. I loved that the author gave us parents who were not the cause of MC’s past pains, but who are the force for him to be a better person and father.

 

“I downloaded it to my Nookie thingy, and mah Lord, that girl can write! Her books hotter than my kitchen on ninety-degree day.”

“It’s called a Nook. And you can follow Leelee on Facebook, Twitter, everywhere.”

“I already googled her, so don’t treat me like I don’t know anything about the Machine, sonny.”

“Baby boy, its late.”

“I had a wightmare, Daddy. You didn’t come back from L’Ana.”

“I’m always coming home to you, kid. Always.”

“Yeah but I still can’t fwy to Momma.”

“I don’t want you to fwy to her, kid, okay? You stay with me. I’ll always take care of you.”

 

I really loved Leelee’s character. She had a little bit of everything to her. She was shy, insecure but at the same time she was aggressive, tough and when it came to sex she was 100% in. The story showed us the positive effect Stone had on Leelee. He bought out the passion and force out of her. Let me say when these two finally get in on, GEESH – HAWT HAWT HAWT.

 

“Take it off, take the top off, Leelee. Fuckin gorgeous, babe. Let’s see that pretty pu**y, babe.”

“I want to suck your cock right. Stand up so I can get on my knees.”

“Want this, babe?”

“I want your cock in the back of my throat.”

“Open up, Lick it. Yeah, lick it hard.”

“I can go as hard as you want, You just have to ask me for it.”

“Please, Josh, please. Fu*k me.”

“If any man touches you again, I’m gonna kill him.”

 
The writing style of this book is different. It was funny, not a typical love story and the author left nothing to the imagination with these characters. You know things are going to go from bad to worse sooner or later, but the author wrote it in a way where I just felt sad. Leelee has been hurt in the past and she doesn’t trust men easily. When Stone and Nick’s truth comes out, will Leelee be able to forgive the betrayal? Will Stone be able to keep the one woman who makes him feel complete? Will Nick loose his credibility as a writer?   This is definitely one worth picking up.

 

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Excerpt
In the hotel gym half an hour later, I was
in full work-it-out mode the old-fashioned way. I grunted, groaned, and cursed
my way through a circuit on the weight machines complemented with CrossFit
training designed to make me keel over. At least then I could stop thinking.
Having to pretend I was into Nicky while
ignoring the fact I was one hundred percent attracted to Leelee was gonna make
me mentally unstable. Not to mention her last relationship broke off because
Patrick was bi and lied to her about it. I didn’t stand a chance with Leelee
even if I was on the up and up with her, not with her history and my Rom-Con
con. Shit, her bad break-up story more than rivaled my own.
So my plan of the moment was sweating it—her—out of my system PD-fuckin’-Q. If
that failed, I was going to masturbate over every single sex scene in her book
until my dick was raw, even if I had to bust my nut in the shower with Nicky in
the next room. Maybe then my bastard cock would learn to stand down in her
presence.
Right then, as luck would have it in some
form of twisted fate or some other writerly term—like foreboding or
foreshadowing or whatever—the door swung open . . . and Leelee swished inside.
Wearing exercise gear: hip-huggin’, boob cuppin’, ass-lovin’ Lycra.
Her life might be worse than a bad romance
novel, but mine was beginning to resemble a har
har fucking har
romantic comedy, minus the romance part.
Trying to ignore her so I could get my
workout done and get the hell out of Dodge, I continued to torture my body.
Sweat dripped like bullets down my bare chest and into the low waistband of my
nylon shorts. My muscles huge and heaving, I rolled up to a squat from another
set of sit-ups and came face-to-tit with Leelee.
When I rose to my full height, topping her
by a good nine inches now that she wore sneakers instead of fuck-me heels, my
gaze fell to her face. Her pouty bottom lip was tucked half between her teeth,
and I wanted to use my mouth to tease it out. Her eyes were brighter than ever,
her hair pulled into a high braid, all the better to wrap around my fist and
draw her up for a long, deep kiss.
And
the room just got a whole lot hotter.
I rolled my neck, bouncing on my feet while
I reached for my discarded tank top to mop up my face. Pushing the neck of my
tank top into the waistband of my shorts, I was well aware the extra weight
dragged my shorts even lower over the cut muscles of my pelvis, almost to the
point where my pubes peeked out.
I grinned when Leelee peeked too. “So, what
brings you here?”
She took a seat on one of the blue mats,
averting her eyes. “The gym’s a great place to hide. I only started workin’ out
when I began coming to these things. You know, me and crowds.”
“Yeah, I’m hiding from those vicious
writers too.”
She laughed, and then her gaze flickered
over me, not with a quick glance but with the attention of a woman who liked what
she saw. I held still, held my breath and felt like she electrocuted every one
of my nerve endings until my muscles jerked in excitement rather than exertion.
And that was all before she even stretched
her legs to either side of her in a near split and began limbering up.
What had I thought this morning about
wearing a hard cup jockstrap? Yeah, that. I needed one now. My cock rose and
the thin material of my shorts was not gonna hide a single goddamn inch of
thick erection for very long.
I covertly slipped the tank top over so it
fell on top of my crotch. Resuming my workout on the pull-up bar, I watched
Leelee as she watched me. I pumped up and down at a strong, measured pace. She
performed some yoga-type moves that immediately put me in mind of inventive
sexual positions. I hopped down and moved on to weighted squats, and she bent
over from the waist, walking forward on her fingertips, round ass in the air.
The tank top wasn’t gonna last very long
concealing my raging erection at this rate either. And it was pretty damn hard
to do squats with my dick as iron-hard as the barbell in my hands. I was so
revved up, my only hope was to outlast her. My very, very best dreams come true
. . . and my worst nightmare of the moment right in front of me:
Soft,
voluptuous Leelee
Who
writes fuck-hot, steamy sex
And
works out
In
tight ass Lycra and boob-hugging spandex
Long
wavy red hair
Beautiful
southern drawl
Hard
as nails and sharp as a tack underneath it all
The kind of girl I could take home to Ma .
. . and the kid. Fuck fuck fuck.
“Spot me?”
I almost fell on my ass when I heard her
request. I brought the barbell slowly to my shoulders and then lowered it to
the floor. “What?”
“Could you spot me?” Her face was flushed
from all the yoga cum Kama Sutra
contortions.
I groaned and pretended to massage a
hamstring to cover the quick jerk in my shorts. Jesus. I’d spot her all right, all the way down to the mats.
“Sure.”
She lay back on the bench after calibrating
the weights. I stood behind her, thighs opened on either side of her head. This
was a very bad position for me to be in. If things went south, my cock was
gonna end up in her mouth.
Through deep and determined inhales and
exhales while she pumped iron, she asked, “Did you get a chance to check out Ride?”
I tried real hard not to think about where
I’d left off reading: Jase and Avery desperate to fuck, yet deliriously as
cockblocked as me. Every hot word written by Leelee. I definitely couldn’t
admit I’d been about to tug my tackle over it either.
“Yeah, a little. Not bad.”
Leelee nodded her chin, signaling me to put
the weight back on the rack. As soon as she was clear, she swiveled up and
around. “Not bad?” She playfully punched me in the ribs.
I couldn’t tell her what I really thought,
so I shrugged. “The guy-girl thing doesn’t cut it for me, ya know?”
Hmm.”
Leelee reserved her opinion on my opinion.
After that, we went around the machines
together. Sexual tension hovered on the sidelines, but it was broken down with
talking, teasing . . . and sweating goddamn buckets.
An hour later, we sat
against the wall, arms hanging over our knees.
“You remind me of my ’69 Camaro.”
I had an oilgasm every time I thought about the muscle car I kept babied in the
garage beside my house. Sleek, bright red, and just gritty enough, the car was
an American classic, like Leelee. Not like the fancy foreign made motors I was
making a fake career over.
I braced myself for the backlash.
The last time I’d said something similar was to Claire about her resemblance to
my full-sized Bronco. I meant she could handle anything, not her post-baby
weight. Shit got ugly after that.
“That was supposed to be a
compliment,” I added when Leelee made no comment.
Her smile was slow in coming but it lit me
up like the rays of the sun when it hit me. “I know. My daddy’s a gear-head. He
always wanted to get his hands on one of those. I grew up with my head under
the hood.”
Lovely Leelee, a tomboy in grease-stained
coveralls? Va va vroom and va va voom.
Damn if she wasn’t the woman of my dreams.
“You’re not the tough guy I first
took you for, Stone.” She patted my leg.
Begging to differ, I scowled in
response.
She poked a finger at my biceps
that didn’t dent a centimeter. “Frown all you want, I’m still not convinced.”
“It wasn’t a frown, babe, it was
a glower.” I jumped to my feet and hauled her up with me, catching her when she
stumbled.
Leelee’s lips brushed my
shoulder, her breasts skimming against my midsection. Her thighs hit mine as I
clasped her waist. “Steady now.”
Teaser

 

MeetTheAuthor
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 https://www.riewarren.com. She is represented by Saritza Hernandez, Corvisiero Literary Agency. http://www.corvisieroagency.com/Saritza_Hernandez.html





 

 

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