Love, In the Fast Lane by Rie Warren


 New York Times bestselling paranormal author, Nicky—Nick—Love is anything but successful in love. For years he’s lost himself in his writing career, but now he’s ready to get back to his rebel-boy roots. While restoring a motorcycle at Stone’s Auto Service, he meets the Wildcat of his dreams. She’s a shock to the system for the romance writer who doesn’t remember a damn thing about wooing a woman.Cool-as-ice, Catarina “Wildcat” Steele is utterly untouchable until Nicky ignites a spark she can’t control. Their electric attraction explodes as Nicky pursues her, but he comes bearing the baggage of a family tragedy he’s hidden from everyone. He knows love has no guarantees.

Their passionate romance falls apart when Nicky discovers Cat’s secret rivals his own. The truth about her past reopens Nicky’s raw wounds and awakens a ghost he never laid to rest. He doesn’t know how to have Cat, and now
he can’t trust her. Will they be torn apart . . . or tamed by love?

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Having met Nicky Love in Stone, At Your Service, I was looking forward to reading his story. Fortunately Ms. Warren did not disappoint and this time around fans of the series get to watch Nicky as he falls in love, gets his heart broken, learns to forgive, deals with rabid fans, and falls in love again in Love, In the Fast Lane.
While I really liked Nicky’s character in book one, I came to love him thoroughly in Love, In the Fast Lane. Nicky has a LOT of baggage and it often gets in the way of him finding happiness. Much like Josh, Nicky isn’t looking for love so it’s not surprising that it must walk into his life and slap him across the face (literally) before he realizes what he really wants. That love walks into his life in the form of the ultra bada$$ Catarina Steele just makes their ride even wilder because she’s not looking for a relationship due to the matching set of baggage she carries abound with her. Fortunately Nicky is persistent and refuses to let Cat drive him away – especially with how much the sparks fly between the two. Yikes! There are some seriously hot sex scenes. Between their personal baggage and the interference that their friends and family cause, it’s amazing that they actually work together. They have so many strikes against them that I’m surprised that they were even willing to give it a go. Yet they do and Ms. Warren takes the reader on yet another wild ride in the courtship between Nicky and Cat.
As the second book in the Carolina Bad Boys series, Love, In the Fast Lane is an excellent addition to the series. While you can read it as a stand-alone book, you will lose out on quite a bit of context, so I would strongly recommend reading book one first. If you have already read Stone, At Your Service, you will be pleased to know that Ms. Warren not only gives you the chance to catch up with Stone and Leelee, they actually have a significant amount of story time in the book. Considering that Stone and Nick are like brothers, I wasn’t surprised that the couple made an appearance in the book but I was ecstatic with just how much we got to see of them as their relationship continued to progress alongside that of Nick and Cat’s. Love, In the Fast Lane was a great book and I look forward to reading more of Ms. Warren’s work. 
Suddenly, the soles of my boots vibrated from the roar of an iron horse throttling into the parking lot. The growling sound was sheer animal velocity gunning from wide-open pipes. It sent shivers down my spine to my balls.
The reverb from that engine was a magnet to my soul. I pushed through the crowd until I hit the forecourt. My
feet stopped, my heart sped, my blood settled way down low in my groin.
Holy motherfuckin’ hell.
Make that a chrome horse, with Wildcat Steele astride it.
A beauty, her Harley was sleek lines, shining pipes, and sick angel-wing emblems on either side of the gas tank. But what took my breath away was the babe-badass-boss of that machine. Cat. Fucking. Steele. Dressed in goddamn black leather.
Walking to her, I held out my hand. Her palm, covered in a fingerless leather glove, hit mine. She slid one lean leg over the seat, then the other. After working off her helmet, she shook her hair free and almost shook my balls loose. On this night of the jack-o’-lantern, Josh’s jackasses were not to be outshone. They whooped and hollered around us, and I knew just how Josh felt when he wanted to blind each and every one of them.
Wildcat unzipped her padded leather jacket, revealing a thin black tank beneath, baring cleavage that made it apparent she’d gone for the braless look. It could’ve looked tacky but on the lady who always dressed to the nines, it
just looked yes and more. The bonfire behind her highlighted her hair in coal-black-blue. Thigh-suctioning leather pants lay low on her hips, and the scuffed, silver buckled low-heeled boots on her feet were ten thousand times more about riding it hard than any other woman’s stilettoes.
I took her helmet and hooked it over the handlebar of her chopper. I trailed a finger down the jagged teeth of her jacket zipper, my knuckles brushing warmth beneath. “What are you dressed up as, darl’?”
Her sapphire blue eyes snapped to mine. “Just me. Wildcat for one night only.”
“Are your claws out tonight?”
She inched toward me and whispered, “I should apologize. I shouldn’t have gone off on you like that at your house.”
“Are gonna go off on me tonight?”
“Maybe. But only in a way I think you’ll like.”
I had to kiss her. I’d die if I didn’t touch her. In front of her brothers, the boneheads, and everybody else, I cradled her face and dipped down to her waiting lips. All was not forgiven so much as forgotten with the warm slide of her lips against mine and the wet press of her tongue into my mouth. I gripped her waist, hauling her to me. Her moan collided with my groan, and her hands twisted through my hair. When her tongue circled mine in a sleek hot dance, I grabbed her ass and ground against her.
“About damn time!” Some fool shouted.
“Get a room.”
“Get a porn set!”
I’d settle for a bed.
Cat pulled away. “Is that your sword poking me? Or are you just happy to see me?”
“Not you, too,” I groaned. I moved her into the shadows and away from all the shit-stirrers. I rubbed my lips against hers. A shiver rippled up her body as I tugged her earlobe between my teeth. And it was so damn tempting to  go for her tits, her nipples, the amazing chandelier jewelry apparent beneath her thin top and only one piece of fabric away.
“I like your ride.”
“I bet you do, hon.” Her glorious smile gave life to that deep dimple in her cheek. Sexy vixen with an impish side.
Out of nowhere, two bulky masses closed ranks around her, too close for my comfort. All that muscle—Brodie and Boomer—like Cat needed protecting from anyone.
As if.
“Knock it off, guys.” Her lips flattened.
“Maybe we should knock his block off, sis.”
She pivoted around. “Really? How old am I?”
Brodie tugged on his hair and muttered to the ground. “Twenty-six.”
“But that doesn’t mean you know what’s good for—” Boomer was cut off with an oh no you din’t glare from Cat.
She threaded her fingers through mine and swept past the surly Steele bros. “Stay out of my way tonight. I’m not gonna do anything stupid.”
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