Monday, January 15, 2024

#NewRelease #KindleUnlimited #MustRead - DAMAGE: Dark Irish Mafia Romance (O'Sullivan Brothers #5) by Rie Warren

Series: The O'Sullivan Brothers #5
Author: Rie Warren
Genre: Dark Irish Mafia Romance Romance
Release Date: January 15, 2024

The beautiful brutal saga that began with the Krasnov bratva series and continued with the Irish O’Sullivan mafia—a syndicate clash that created a sinfully sexy alliance—comes to a dirty, hot, dangerous end here.

Low blows. Hot sparks. She thinks he’s nothing but an alpha A-hole. He’s beyond sick of dealing with all her bitchy snark. One violent night of reckoning is all it takes for them to ricochet together instead of rip each other to pieces.

I exist in the shadows so no one will ever really see me. Less chance of feeling, being, belonging. Because I never will.

Then she turned up. She sees me, she sees right through me. Tugs my festering rage right to the surface and makes my black heart bleed. Now there’s no escape from the hate at all, not when I’m forced to be her friggin’ babysitting bodyguard on the daily.

I exist in a half-life because my body isn’t fully mine. I’m the paralyzed one. The cripple. I let in small bursts of sunshine just to get through the day, and no one knows my true dark pain.

Then I met him. And he stares straight through me. My very worst impulses come out to play because he taps right into the weakness at my core. I can’t even run from him, I can’t even run at all.

One apocalyptic blizzard during one terrifying night shakes us up with startling gunfire and . . . stolen kisses. We can’t keep hiding our shame, guilt, blame, desire. But none of that really matters when the O’Sullivan mafia staggers from a blow so unexpected, everyone will stumble from the force of it.

The past is only the past until it’s not.

When Damage began to prowl closer, I quickly got my chair going in reverse. I took it self-defense lessons were done and he had something way more sexual in mind. 

I didn’t get far before he stopped me only to yank me straight up into his arms. 

“Put me down! You can’t just manhandle me like that!”

“I fucking can to.” He paid me no never mind, wrapping my legs around his lean hips and quickly striding through to the bedroom in the back.

He tossed me onto the mattress, and I bounced once. 

I went to smack him just because, except he caught my wrist in a hard grasp, his grin absolutely sinful. “’Cause I think you like me being rough around the edges. And I get off on it too.” 

“I still hate you,” I hissed as he backed off.

He stood at the foot of the bed and simply whipped his tank top up and off. 

And, look, it wasn’t my fault I was completely dazed by his diabolical smirk and that muscular sweat-slick torso and the abs-for-days and a rapidly growing erection filling the front of his stupid gray sweats. 

“Yeah. But I’m still hot, right?” He actually winked at me!

“You’re obnoxious, is what you are. And arrogant, apparently.” With him stalking around the bed—closer, closer—no one could blame me for the breathy quality of my voice.

No one.

Wasting no time tugging my exercise top up over my breasts before flinging it across the room, he came down on top of me. 

The heat between our two bodies fired electrical impulses, but I halfheartedly tried to fend him off, beating at his shoulders and turning my face back and forth. 

Chuckling, Damage braced up on one arm, his eyes crinkly and yummy. “What are you doin’?”

“I’m gross! I’m stinky and—”

He planted his face right in my cleavage, the beard rasping. “No. You’re not. You’re fuckin’ sexy.”

I gasped, arching, tingles racing outward from his warm lips caressing between my tits, his large hands cupping both mounds. “Oh my god. Are you just gonna motorboat me right here?”

Glancing up at me with his tongue stud clacking—god—he said slyly, “Maybe.”

My breath all but evaporated as Damage cruised back up, my full breasts and flushed nipples crushed by his unyielding chest. He dipped his head to deliver a smoldering, slow, intoxicating kiss.

One after another, changing the angle of his head, making hungry noises in the back of his throat, pierced tongue exploring and spreading ecstasy all through my body. 

My pussy got wet so fast, oh-so greedily pressed up against the thick underbelly of his cock. 

These kisses, after we’d made it a point to deny ourselves for days, made me weak. Had me whimpering.

I wanted to fight against it. Him. He’d just shown me how to defend myself. I couldn’t.

I grabbed onto those great big shoulders and held on, pushed up for more.

When he broke away to nuzzle my neck, I arched it for him. 

“This is so wrong,” I whispered hoarsely.

“Feels exactly right.”

His words were murmured hotly against my skin where he licked and sucked my flesh.

So quickly, pressure and pleasure built inside me like a ticking timebomb. 

I grasped him to me, sliding my hands over sleek skin and flexing muscles up into his hair as moans escaped without my permission.

“Can’t believe how much I want you.” He ran the tongue stud all under my chin from one side to the other, and I couldn’t believe my fucking chin was an erogenous zone. 

But alarm bells started ringing.

“Damage wait,” I gasped out.

“What?” he mumbled at my ear as he snicked the soft lobe, destroying tiny bits of my brain function.

Then he slathered a hot sloppy scalding trail to my breast just before engulfing a taut nipple in his sexy wet mouth. 

Oh my god.

Abort abort!

“Damage! I’m a virgin!”

His head snapped up, gorgeous irises dark and luminous, and braced himself on his fists. “What?”

More quietly—my cheeks on fire—I said, “I’ve never had sex before.”

All at once, the sexy intensity of his expression cleared, and that bastard started grinning at me!

“Why are you grinning, you asshole! It’s mortifying!”


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 scenes that’ll set your Kindle on fire? Check, check, check. Keep a fan handy, you’ll need it.

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