Title: Under His Guard by Rie Warren
Don’t Tell Series Book Three
Publisher: Forever Yours
Genre: Dystopian, M/M, Romance
Length: 384 pages
Rebel soldier Darke lost his lover during the early stages of the InterNations war. Only the flirtatious attentions of the gorgeous Leon Cheramie brought him back from heartbreak and grief. Unwilling to get attached again, Darke has fought their undeniable attraction to one another. But when Leon’s life is threatened, Darke cannot deny what’s been brewing between them.
After escaping certain death at the hands of the enemy, the brave and determined Leon has proven himself capable of fighting in the war. The only thing he hasn’t been able to do is capture the heart of the fearless warrior Darke. When a huge victory is won for the revolutionaries, Darke and Leon finally give in to their feelings for one another.
But the celebration is short-lived when Leon is infected with a deadly virus. He’s a human time bomb set to plague the entire rebel population. Now, the final endgame of the war is pitted against the rebels’ race to find a cure before Leon becomes a full-blown carrier and Darke loses the man who managed to win his love and bring him back to life.
Three more teasing dances from Leon later, I couldn’t hold back any longer. When I saw him leaning against the fence, his own mug of ale in hand, I stalked toward him. The moon had long since risen and was making its way across the other side of the sky. The glow from the white orb above outlined his striking features and his shoulder-length hair in silver. He was stunning. The sight of him stole my breath and cooled some of the jealousy he’d stoked. He always wreaked havoc on my too-vulnerable emotions.
As I approached, his golden gaze found mine. He leaned his head back and dragged the hair away from his face, affording me a mouthwatering view of his clenched biceps and the cords of his neck. I ran a finger down his throat, which elicited a small gasp. He lifted his head as I sucked my fingertip, licking off the salty taste lingering there.
“You about done making a spectacle of yourself out there with Jackal and Dickhead?”
“Who?” Leon’s chest was shiny with perspiration, his shirt long gone.
Copper-colored nipples sat on his tight pectorals. I wanted to kiss them, lap them until he cried out my name. His chest was smooth until a thin line of soft-looking dark brown hair ran from his navel to the top of his pants, nearly dripping off his Adonis belt.
My gaze rose from wandering all over his body. “Jack. Dixon. And that other one who was all over you.”
He finished taking a long, lazy sip of his drink and cleaned his lips off with a slow roll of his tongue. “What do you care? I know you won’t help my momma and Miss Eden tap into my memories. I know you’re hidin’ somethin’.” He rubbed his stomach like a lion preening itself, muscles rippling beneath his hand. “But guess what? The world don’ revolve around you.”
The words were eerily similar to something he’d said the night I’d tracked him to Farrow’s apartment in Beta. He’d been downright pissed off at me for following him when he’d wanted only to get away from me. He didn’t remember any of that now.
Leon was right. I used his amnesia to keep him at arm’s length, for all the goddamn good it did me. Fresh emotion boiled through me.
I grabbed the rail behind him with both my hands, caging him against the fence. “I care,” I bit out. I’d cared then, and I for damn sure cared now.
“You jealous?” Leon didn’t shrink from my presence. Instead he arched into my body. A breath hissed from me as his chest came into contact with mine and the contours of his lean legs brushed my thighs.
I swallowed hard. “Yeah.”
Winding his fingers through his sun-streaked hair, he licked his lips. They were red, and juicy, always plump, begging to be kissed. I couldn’t look away. He slid one long thigh between mine and drew it back slowly. The ache in my groin exploded into a full-blown erection from that teasing stroke alone.
“Then why don’ you fuck me already?”
Rie Warren lives in Charleston, South Carolina, with her English artisan husband and their two small daughters–one an aspiring diva, the other a future punk rocker. Giving up paintbrushes for paper and pen, Rie began her writing career fifteen years ago with a manuscript of super epic proportions. Safely stored under a lace doily in a filing cabinet. Possibly in England.
A nocturnal creature, she adjourns to her woman cave each night in search of wondrous words, rich characters, and thrilling plots to keep readers turning the page. Whether writing contemporary, gay, or paranormal romance, Rie combines heart, heat, and humor with a sexy southern edge.