The fourth book in the Bad Boys of Retribution MC, author Rie Warren saved the best for last in “Coletrane
Born in the wrong side of the tracks, Coletrane Sawyer never saw Sinclair Chatham coming. A member of the Charleston elite, these two do not even go around the same circle. But, then the six degrees of separation kicked in and they meet at the Retribution MC clubhouse.
It was love at first sight; or should we say lust at first sight? Cole and Sin together burned up the sheets. To say that they sizzle will be an understatement. Yet, like all of Rie Warren’s books, the action in the bedroom (no matter how hot they are) is just half of the story. The other half involves friends, frenemies and enemies.
With Sin and Cole at the center, it involves almost the whole of Charleston that matters from both sides of the tract. And Charlestonians did not even know what hit them.
It’s another wonderful yarn from Rie Warren. And for fans of the Bad Boys of Retribution MC series, get ready to catch up with your favorite bad boy when you read Coletrane
Coletrane (Bad Boys of Retribution MC Book 4)
Series finale from the summer MC hit!
From the world of Carolina Bad Boys and Retribution MC, this bad boy biker likes to be in control, and he’s ready to take what he wants.
Coletrane:
Her name is Sinclair Chatham. Sin. That’s exactly what she is—walking, talking, in the flesh sin. She’s haughty, privileged, so goddamn starlet sexy.
I want her to give herself over to me. I want her to lose that polished princess veneer. I want to strip away the money, the manicures, the maids, the immaculate façade.
I need her to be mine. But I’m a grunt. A biker. A tattoo artist. I’m blue collar all the way, and her family will probably shit bricks if they ever meet me.
Not to mention, I’m running from a bad past that’s about to catch up with me.
Sinclair:
I would never go for Cole in a million years. He’s gruff, rough around the edges—and covered in ink. He’s unapologetic, demanding, and sometimes scary as hell. He tells me what he wants, how he wants it, and why he’s going to ruin me for all other men.
Coletrane destroys my vanity, gets inside my head while he gets into my bed, and I can’t say no to him. He’s not what I expected—tender at times, taking no prisoners at others. He breaks me down, builds me up.
He is not my type.
They say opposites attract, and they’re right. I just didn’t expect him to turn my cushy life upside down and inside out. But it’s too late, and someone’s going to get hurt.
Warning: Graphic sex, graphic action, graphic language. Triple X caution.
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