Blog Tour ~ In His Command by Rie Warren


Book release date August 6th 2013—Grand Central Publishing/Forever Yours

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It is the year 2070. Generations ago, the world was annihilated by catastrophic environmental events. The survivors were driven to live in big city centers ruled by the Company. To rebuild the world’s population, the oppressive Company had one rule: all homosexuals must be exterminated.

Commander Caspar Cannon has a stellar military reputation—and a life-threatening secret. When a revolution rips through the territories, Cannon is ordered to escort Company executive Nathaniel Rice to a secure location. For months, the commander has harbored illicit desire for Rice, knowing he cannot act on his attraction. Privileged, polished, and groomed to one day take over the Company, Rice is drawn to the rugged, military man. Yet Rice has his own mysterious agenda, and he knows their love can be as dangerous as the wasteland they must traverse.

Now leaving the besieged city behind, the two men embark on a journey that becomes a minefield of sabotage, betrayal—and forbidden passion. But when danger catches up to them, can Cannon trust the secretive man who holds his heart—and his fate?




With the wildlife few and far between the further we fled into the Wilderness and its onset of winter, hunger set upon me with two different demands. The kind I knew how to deal with–the one that sat in my gut, asking for food and knowing none was forthcoming–and the new painful pangs brought on by Blondie. It had started as straightforward lust but had somehow gotten tangled inside my heart, the screws tightening the longer we lasted out here on our own. Distrust melted away like the wintry ice from a creek.

We took down a rare doe and dared to start a fire. A little bit of screw you too, fucksticks, attitude went into the kindling. Venison was dinner that night, the rest of the meat saved for something called brunch, whatever the frig that was.

Blondie’s lips were a tasty feast when I leaned over to lick them. He made freezing his sweet ass off look comfortable and too damn tempting for my own good.

“We just gotta keep this up for four more days.” He pulled his knees up for an armrest.

Icicles gashed my heart when his words sunk in. “That all?”

The Outpost was only the first hurdle. I was banking on Blondie to keep me off the scaffold. I had to believe, and I wasn’t much into blind faith.

Later, he returned from a piss break and I opened the slim shell of my sleeping bag, warming him within my arms. He kept sliding his fingers under the leather cuff.

“That bothering you?” I withdrew my arms. The least he could do was stop acting like it was burning a brand into his wrist. I was the one carrying around a tattoo on my heart.

Bringing me back against him, he rolled his eyes. “You are so quick to jump to conclusions.” I opened my mouth, but he strolled a fingertip across my lips before I could speak. “The wrong ones.”

He shut his eyes and smiled, running the suede band between his fingers. “Not botherin’ me at all, Caspar. I just like feelin’ your words.”









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