I’m happy to have Rie Warren with me today as a stop on her blog tour. The link below is for her trailer at YouTube hope please click to view.
Thanks for visiting Rie!!
Sugar Daddy Blurb
She needs a job. He wants a mistress. Hearts and contracts are bound to get broken.
Shay Greer is pure GRITS—a Girl Raised In The South–but nowhere near a demure southern belle. She’s looking for a way out of her broken down marriage when she lands an unexpected job offer she really should refuse. Position? Mistress. Fringe Benefits? Of course. Fraternization with sexy CEO Reardon Boone? Required. Lured by the promise of intimacy missing from her failed marriage, Shay signs on. She’s barely survived a hellish year of heartbreak and needs a fresh start, but she gets more than she bargained for with lowcountry-boy-made-good Reardon Boone.
Bankrolling Shay into his bedroom, Reardon sticks by his tried and true rules: no-strings-attached seduction, no messy emotions, absolutely nothing resembling a relationship. This sassy, sultry woman fits the bill precisely…until she arouses more than his erotic appetite.
So desirable he sets hearts on fire in everyone from downtown debutantes to downhome mommas, Reardon is as irresistible as he is unattainable. Shay falls hard despite their unorthodox arrangement. Determined to discover what’s concealed beneath his Forbes 400 facade, she has no idea how close to home the truth will hit.
CONTENT WARNING: Hotter than a South Carolina summer.
Sugar Daddy Excerpt:
At the coffee shop, Momma grabbed a table while I waited in line amidst the business men and college students, the moms with their stampedes of towheaded children gabbing and grabbing any damn thing they could get their hands on.
I was waving at a youngster peeking out behind a display of stupidly expensive tea bags when a recognizable heat radiated against my back.
It was him. On-fire Rat Bastard Reardon. Of all the Starbucks in all of Charleston.
“You slummin’ it, Mr. Boone?”
Tweaking my ponytail the way I wanted him to squeeze my nipples. No, scratch that, I’d rather he fisted all of my hair, pushed me against the counter, using his legs to spread mine and…
“Fancy meeting you here too, Miss Greer.”
He stood close enough that the brush of his trousers against my bare legs made me arch backward into him. Appearing as if we were making nothing more than small talk, he placed a hand over my rear, gave it a rub, and then a sharp swat.
Goodbye cloak and dagger, hellooo Mr. Goodbar.
His cocky grin met my surprised eyes, and his hand stayed on my ass.
Beneath the swanky tails of his tailored suit jacket, I jerked his leather belt before moving onto the half shell sinew of his glutes, giving him a rub of my own.
His eyes slamming shut, he purred, “Shay, if you don’t remove your hand right now, I’ll have no recourse but to fuck you in front of these pleasant baristas.”
I’ll take two of those to go, please.
I turned to him, my hip bumping against his full erection. My face flamed and I mumbled to myself.
His grin brimmed with naughty implications. “What was that?”
“I said, it’s good to see you’re upwardly mobile.”
“You’ve got no idea.” He kept a hand on my hip and pointed to the menu board. “What can I get you?”
Under the guise of inspecting the other offerings, I wiggled until my bottom was seated against him. “You referrin’ to a beverage, or somethin’ better?”
“The former, for now,” he gruffly replied. “We’ll get to the other later.”