The Reviews are Raving!

I am so thankful to the readers and reviewers who have taken time to share their thoughts about my newest release, a rock-star, step-brother romance -- Bad Beats. The comments have been overwhelmingly positive, which warms my heart times ten. Nothing is better that knowing the story you created, the characters you nurtured, and the hours spent hunched over a keyboard were worth the effort and provided entertainment. 

I haven't shared a lot of my personal life on this site, but what I will say is this past year and a half has been extremely difficult. Losing my best friend, my mother, and dealing with a full plate of health challenges has proven difficult to say the least. Writing and reading have been my much-needed escape. Without those activities, the strength that comes from God and friends, I would have been in an even darker place. So...enough of that! Just know I appreciate you reading my books and taking time to share your thoughts. It means the world to me. 

Below, you will find just a few of the comments I've had the pleasure of reading about Bad Beats on Amazon: 

“I can’t even deal with how great this book is!!! I love a sexy rock star book and let me tell you, Shag is it!!! He’s moody, cocky and downright sexy!! Then you throw in take no crap Cadie and this story is exciting, angsty and hot!!! There so much depth to the characters and the book, ugh I really couldn’t get enough!!!”

“If you like musicians, drama and heat, then this is the perfect book for you! Bad Beats is a rock star romance, but it's also a stepbrother romance and second chance romance of sorts. The plot was fast paced and easily held my interest from start to finish.”

“This book took the whole “Stepbrother to Lover “ genre and turned it on it’s head. It was steamy, funny and sad in places and an absolutely wonderful read. Shag and Cadie were a lovely couple and add in a cast of misfits and hilarious situations and you have the perfect book.”

 “The character development is fantastic, with a very entertaining cast of secondaries.  Cadie and Shag had flammable chemistry which IGNITED into fiery flames of sexy scene goodness that left ashes in place of panties. C.L. Riley's talented writing style had me hooked from the very beginning, and took me on one hell of an emotional journey. In a time of taboo romances being all the rage, hers was original, highly addictive, and kept my heart pounding to the very end.”

“This is my first book by author C L Riley and as cliche as it sounds, it won't be my last. Bad Beats is a wonderfully written rocker romance with lots of amazing twists. It had this reader smiling, laughing and of course sighing during the erotically hot romantic scenes.”

 

“WOW WOW WOW! There isn't one thing that I didn't absolutely LOVE LOVE LOVE about his story!”

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Heating Things Up!

Steamy Scene with Jinn Kûru (who goes by Seth with humans) and Cassie (the master hunter who has imprisoned him)

The Real Question is: Who is really hunting who?

The night crawled on at a snail’s pace. Kûru patrolled the circle’s outer edges, testing its strength and looking for any potential openings. He’d been thrown on his ass too many times to count. The erected energy field knocking him back, keeping him trapped.

Cassie’s skills were no joke. She’d created an impenetrable barrier, something only the most efficient and experienced hunters could manage. Her ingenuity continued to impress him.

His tiger.

She’d stalked him from the first night, well aware of what he was. He’d rolled out the welcome mat, inviting her into his life, blinded by his attraction to her natural beauty and her ability to resist his advances. He should have been more wary, but it was too late now to berate his negligence.

Single women hunters were a rarity, most worked in teams. Not his girl. As a master hunter, she controlled up to ten, likely more, jinns; no genies from what he’d observed. That wasn’t surprising with their decreasing numbers. More genies had been bottle banished over the years and were considered easier prey.

There was no way she’d banish him. Not a chance. He expected her to return before sunrise for more sex. Like the maid back at the hotel, she wouldn’t be able to stay away.

Bored, he stretched out on his back, thrilled to discover she’d created the enclosure big enough for him to lie down. Entwining his fingers, he rested his head on his palms and stared into the blackness. Without his superior senses, it had taken awhile for his vision to adjust enough that he could see the sigils across the walls and ceiling, pulsating with magic, they glowed. He’d always wondered where the hunters had originated from and how they’d learned their trade. He’d heard the stories, of course, but no one seemed to know for certain.

With nothing better to do, he let his mind travel back to a time and place far removed from the hard ground he rested on.

“Father,” he prodded. “I don’t understand. Why do they hunt us?”

His father, never one to elaborate, kept this answer simple. “Because they hate us.”

“But why? I’ve never harmed a human. Their girls sure are sure pretty,’ he added as an afterthought.” He had his eyes on a certain girl at the market.

His dad roared, his laughter contagious, drawing glances and a few chuckles. “Indeed they are. When you start your own harem, you will have human females that tend to your needs. You have to be careful, though, son. They are not strong like genies and break easily. They will want your undivided attention, something you cannot give.”

“Where do you think the hunters come from, father?” He needed to know, more like he was desperate to understand. Talking about harems and being ‘tended to’ gave him a funny feeling.

His dad sighed and gazed skyward. “We have many stories and myths. No one knows for certain when mankind and our kind crossed paths. We are stronger and have magic they don’t, but they have found ways to control us. Human masters make wishes we have to obey, and sometimes those wishes hurt others.”

Kûru nodded. “And that one clan, the one we destroyed, they hurt humans on purpose, pretending to be evil gods.”

“They did. The humans are only doing what we do, protecting themselves from a perceived threat. Sometimes real, other times not.”

He heard Cassie’s footsteps before the loud clunk that preceded her entrance. His memory faded, and he closed his eyes, pretending to sleep. He was curious how she would react.

“I should have made the circle smaller,” she said to herself. “He looks too damn comfortable.” She prowled around her handiwork, her steps light. “Seth, wake up. I need to speak with you.”

Keeping his breathing slow and steady, he waited for her next move.

He didn’t have to wait long.

She stepped across the border, planting a foot on either side of his hips. He could feel her gaze on him. “Seth…” she let out a frustrated sigh.

He knew then he had her where he wanted. She was contemplating their earlier encounter. He could tell by the way her breath hitched and she shifted uneasily.

Lifting her foot, she started to leave.

Like a coiled snake, he struck, gripping her narrow ankle in his much larger hand. “Going somewhere, Tiger?”

She sputtered and lost her balance, swaying above him a second before she toppled over. He stopped her fall and pulled her on top of him. “Couldn’t sleep, huh?” He licked her earlobe.

“Don’t make me…”

“Make you what?” He rotated his hips, pressing his erection against her pelvis. “I was having such sweet dreams, before you interrupted. Now that you’re actually here, I intend to keep you.” This time he ran his teeth down her ear, drawing a gasp.

His tiger liked it rough.

Her verbal claws came out right on cue. “You are such an ass.”

“You already established that.” Palming her rounded rump with both hands, he squeezed and kneaded, thrusting his hips up, unable to stop his own shuddering growl. “Why don’t you take off your clothes and put that p_ _ _ _ over my face.” He hadn’t tasted his tigress yet and was hungry for her sweet juices.

“You’re my prisoner,” she said, sounding unsure. “I’m not letting you go.”

“Baby, I’m not asking you to let me go. I want to stick my tongue in your hot c _ _ _ till you scream my name. That’s all.”

“Oh,” she whimpered, her mouth now against his.

He took full advantage and plunged his tongue between her lips the way he intended to pierce her p _ _ _. She moaned and devoured his mouth with more fervor than he’d expected. 

“What have you done to me?” she hissed before nibbling his throat. “I should be immune.”

“Less talk, more tongue,” he bit her bottom lip.

Heeding his no-talk suggestion, she stood and slipped her jeans to her ankles, stepping gingerly out and using her foot to push them aside. Reaching up, he grabbed her thighs, guiding her down over his face. “Stop,” he ordered when she was less than an inch above him. Grasping her hips, he held her firm. His tongue darted out, finding her swollen nub.


PLEASE NOTE: I  "bleeped" out words some might find offensive. Don't forget, this book has numerous erotic sex scenes. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

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