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#NewRelease ~ “Tommie’s Revenge by Angela Nicole, Series: Red Blades MC; Book 1, Genre: Contemporary MC Romance / MFM is Available Now! ~ @angelawood22 @rrrpromotion @readreviewrpt


Tommie’s Revenge by Angela Nicole
Series: Red Blades MC; Book 1
Genre: Contemporary MC Romance / MFM
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An MC leader falls, igniting a blaze for vengeance.
When her father, the president of the Red Blades MC, is killed, Thompson “Tommie” Beado becomes hellbent on revenge. No longer the young girl she once was, the brash and bratty beauty just might be crazy enough to pull if off… even if that means putting the club in danger.
Lennox “Blue” Black is the Red Blades enforcer. His greatest thrill is making men pay for their dirty deeds, especially against his beloved MC. But when he’s assigned the task of keeping Tommie out of trouble, he finds himself faced with far more danger than he ever anticipated.
As the newly named president of the Red Blades, Shaw “Whip” Benson is on full alert. Enemies are closing in, and Tommie Beado’s smart mouth is adding fuel to the fire. Lacking the time and patience to deal with her, he fears she will bring a bloody war to the MC.
Now, both brothers must find a way to protect their club, while struggling against their growing desires for Tommie. Can Tommie find the person responsible for her father’s death? Or will she lose herself to the passionate pull of retribution?
Rev your engines and holding on tight, author Angela Nicole delivers a high-speed adventure full of steamy romance and gripping suspense!


#CoverReveal “Rage” Series: Royal Bastards MC AR Chapter 2 by Author Ker Dukey, Genre: MC Romance, Release Date: September 8, 2020. @kerdukeyauthor @EJBookPromos

Title: Rage

Series: Royal Bastards MC AR Chapter 2
Author: Ker Dukey
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: September 8, 2020
Gabe “The Raging Beast” Cohen.
Death. Blood. Pain.
In all wars, there are casualties. I just didn’t think they would be ours.
The memory, guilt of everything that’s gone down over the last few months, has rooted itself deep inside me, tearing open old wounds.
I’ve spent my life in a constant state between agony and rage since I lost my wife.
And now, I’m seeing her ghost everywhere I look.
But what if she isn’t a ghost?
What if it was all a lie?
I’ve been lost to the darkness before, and my brothers pulled me out.
I don’t think there’s an out this time.
I’m becoming the darkness.
To seek out the truth, I must first uncover the lie.
Death leaves an echo.
Blood. A scent.
Pain has left an insatiable RAGE.

Ker Dukey is an International bestselling author based in the United Kingdom. 
Genres include: 
Dark Romance, Psychological Thriller, New Adult Romance, Romantic Suspense, and Erotic Romance. Ker, is an international bestselling author, with over thirty titles published. Her titles have held multiple #1 bestseller banners and have had rights sold to numerous countries. 
In addition to being an author, Ker is an annoying wife and a mother of three children + one dog (who thinks he’s human.) She has a passion for reading and binge-watching crime documentaries.
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“Gabriel: The Wild Ones” Series: Jokers MC #2 by Author Jessie Cooke, Genre: MC Romance is Available Now! #AuthorJesseCooke @EJBookPromos #NewRelease

Title: Gabriel: The Wild Ones
Series: Jokers MC #2
Author: Jessie Cooke
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: June 23, 2020
Gabriel Broussard grew up in the swamp, wild and free, fun-loving and accident prone.
At sixteen years old, his life was changed forever when his beloved parents were killed and he was sent to live with his heartbroken grandparents.
Gabe didn’t find what he needed there, but he did find it a few miles away, deep in the swamps of New Orleans in a clubhouse full of Jokers.
Gabe’s life becomes all about Harley’s, parties and women, but when he’s shot in an attack on his club, fate will launch him head first towards his first real love, and into the adventure of a lifetime.
Patrice Leboux just met the man of her dreams, and that led to the discovery that her entire life had been a twisted road of lies and deceit.
She would soon come face to face with the man who had given her life, but claims to not know she ever existed.
When the rough, tattooed biker denies remembering her mother as well, Patrice is ready to write him off…that is until she realizes she might just need him, to solve her mother’s murder.
Gabe and Patrice are connected by more than their feelings for each other. The infamous president of The New Orleans Jokers will be at the center of their love story whether they like it or not, and once Blackheart is involved, they both better be ready for the ride of their lives.

Jessie Cooke writes hot romance novels about tough guys, bad boys, bikers, fighters and lovers and the women of strong character who tame them.




#ReleaseBlitz ~ “Sin” Series: Satan’s Sinners MC #3 by Author Serena Akeroyd, Genre: Dark & Dirty MC Romance is Available Now! ~ @serenaakeroyd @GiveMeBooksPR


Title: Sin
Series: Satan’s Sinners MC #3
Author: Serena Akeroyd
Genre: Dark & Dirty MC Romance
Release Date: June 30, 2020
Sin’s a born sinner.
His name was earned.
His reputation is feared.
Before he was Sin, he was Padraig, and Padraig?
Makes Sin look innocent, and that makes me want him, and all
his darkness, more than ever.
But then, I’m a spoiled brat—until I can’t be that anymore.
Until my kingdom crashes down around me, and I become a nobody.
A nothing.
But to Sin? I could never be nothing.
Our love was founded on secrets,
on hushed rendez-vous, and forbidden
nights, and Sin?
He’s ready to bring us out into the light.
Through blood shed, fallen tears, and lives lost, Sin will
do whatever it takes to claim me, and me?
I’m ready to be his.
All the way. Into the light,
and out of the dark, it’s just a
shame that fate doesn’t always want the same thing for us as we do.
Find out if we can be together in SIN, book three of the
Satan’s Sinners’ MC series.
This book contains scenes that may trigger sensitive


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It was the smirk that
did it. I hated smirkers.



I really fucking hated

My best
s brother was a smirker, and he
seemed to think he could pull it off, but Luke couldn
t. In fact, Luke Lancaster couldnt pull off a
holiday sweater, never mind a smirk, but that was just my opinion. Far as I
could tell, the prick had more female attention than even this guy.



And his
smirk? It suited him.
At the
’s Sinners’ clubhouse in West Orange, New
Jersey, I
d admit to feeling like a fish out
of water. Some of the girls from the country club had pretty much dared me to
come, and because I was a moron, I
d let them work
their wiles on me.
I wasnt even mad at them, more at myself. Peer pressure—whod have thought I was still vulnerable to it after school?
See, this
was why I liked Lily. Hell, no. Why I loved her. She was like the sister I
should have had. She got me and I got her. But she was on a tight leash—her dad
was as big of a prick as her brother—and that was why I
d decided to spend my Friday night in this dump, because she was stuck
hosting some stupid meal for her dick dad.
Well, okay,
dump was a strong word. The place was quite nice actually. Surprisingly so. And
the view? Sweet Lord in heaven, yeah, the view was more than worth it, even if
I didn
t know what I was sitting in—something
disgustingly sticky—tucked on a sofa beside a biker who looked like he was
preparing to get sucked off by a woman wearing very few items of clothing.
That would
be awkward.
Entertaining, maybe,
but mostly awkward.


I mean, Id watch. Id be nuts not to, wouldnt I? I had to watch. This entire thing felt as much like a social
experiment as part of the psychotherapy major I
d tossed down the drain. There were so many women with daddy issues
here, and so many men with god complexes that, six months ago, it would have
been my idea of a wet dream.
I wasnt sure whether to be amused or disgusted. Id already seen some chick popping pool balls out of her ass.
Yup, you
read that right.
I hadnt even known you could get two balls up there, but shed proven me wrong. Proven a couple of bikers wrong too—theyd taken bets on how many the poor bitch could shove up the brown eye.
Theyd evidently never learned anything about anatomy.
That she
could get a couple up there was a miracle—if you loosened your definition of
what a miracle was—but eight? Did they think her rectum was Mary Poppins
carpet bag?
Still, that
had been a humorous interlude, if a little disgusting, and I
d made a mental note to A, never play pool here.
B, use
Lysol on my entire body when I got home.
C, destroy this entire
outfit because there was way too much DNA on it.


though it was, the reason my friends had come here was to get laid by biker
More daddy
being treated like a piece of ass was on their to-do list. Well, it wasn
’t on mine.
I had no
such issues. Dad might not be a saint, but he was cool. Cool enough to support
me as I tried to figure out what the fuck I was doing with my life after I
’d ‘messedthings up at
school, at any rate. And I didn
t need to get back
at him by being gangbanged by a bunch of bikers who wouldn
t understand the word respectif Aretha Franklin screamed it at them.
Of course,
all those thought processes went down before I saw him.
He had his
hand down some woman
s pants, and his smirk set fire to
my body in a way that made my eyelashes aroused.
fingernails tingled too.
about him screamed sex and sin. But even worse than that? He screamed a promise
He would
give you sex and sin, but you
d love every
fucking minute of it.
To be continued
in Sin, the 3rd book in the Satan Sinners MC Series by Serena Akeroyd.
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Author Bio
Born in England,
Serena Akeroyd is a true romance bookaholic. As a reader she will not touch a
book unless she knows it has a happy ending, which makes her write the endings
that your heart craves!  This addiction,
made her want to craft stories to suit her voracious need for steamy, sexy
romance. She loves to write stories with plots twists, alpha sexy men, dark humor,
and hot AF love scenes. Some are darker than others as she has a taste for the
weird and the unexpected.

She writes MF, Menage and
Reverse Harem (also known as Why Choose romance) in both contemporary and
paranormal. But she has recently decided to concentrate more on contemporary MF
stories, mainly with the Satan Sinners MC Series and The Filthy Feckers Series.

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#NewRelease ~ “Viper’s Revenge” Blurred Lines by Abigail Lee Justice, Series: Demons Den Motorcycle Club Available Now! ~ @kikilovesbooks @AbigailLJustice

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President of the Demon’s Den MC. It’s a title I’ve earned.

It’s my job to lead my brothers into a war against the Bears MC-retaliation for the brutal death of my former VP, Dexter Shelly. Dexter’s daughter, Reagan, is a different battle, one I’ll never stop fighting. I never stopped loving her. When she traded in the patch that raised her up for a police badge, I did nothing. She needed her own vengeance for her father’s death and I loved her enough to let her do it her way.

Now the Cartel is knocking on our back door. By coming home, Baby Blue is making herself a target. If there’s one thing she never wavered on, it’s her belief that family comes first. It’s time for her to put the past in the past where it belongs, because her future is with me. 


#ReleaseBlitz ~ “Riding Wrong” Series: Steel Titans MC #2 by Author Franca Storm, Genre: MC Romance is Available Now! ~ @francastorm @GiveMeBooksPR


Title: Riding Wrong

Series: Steel Titans MC #2

Author: Franca Storm
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: June 25, 2020
Cole Taylor
is the top enforcer for the Steel Titans MC.
Their most
loyal soldier.
Their go-to
for dealing out pain, punishment and justice.
formidable deterrent to enemies far and wide.
rage into power makes him an unstoppable force.
Until he’s
sent on a mission to HER.
“Nightshade” Ireland.
A well-known
troublemaker, hated by the club.
An old
flame he’s never been able to forget.
A shocking
revelation ups the stakes for them like never before.
It’s time
to take a stand.
Time to
risk it all.
Time to put
something ahead of the club.
He’ll wage
a war to make it happen.
To protect
To claim
To finally
bring her into his world.
He’s not
letting her go this time.
No matter
the cost.
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somewhere, firecracker?”
I slapped
my hand over my heart, trying to catch my breath and curb the wave of
adrenaline shooting through me, as I looked up into the mesmerizing slate-gray
eyes of Cole Taylor.
Cole,” I choked. “Couldn’t you have knocked?”
“So you
could hightail it out an alternate exit? I don’t fucking think so.”
I went to
reach for my bag, but he kicked it away across the carpet.
“Cole, stop
it!” I cried, rushing over to it.
His large
hard grasped my wrist, stopping me. I tried to jerk free, but he was too
strong. He leaned down, grasped my hips and dropped me in the middle of my
queen-size bed. As I scrambled to right myself amongst the over-abundance of
pillows arranged neatly on top of the purple silk sheets, he climbed on,
crawling up my body until he straddled me. With barely any effort, he had me
incapacitated, his big hands confining my wrists, his thighs trapping my legs.
“I hate
you!” I screamed, bucking beneath him in a fit of frustration.
“If only
that was true. It’d make things easier on both of us.”
I stilled.
“Is that want you want?”
He squeezed
his eyes shut.
When he
opened them again, all I could see was pain. “Don’t drag me down that road
again, Tasha.”
How could I
not? “I’m sick of being stuck in this… limbo.” I blew out a breath. “You either
want me, or you don’t.”
His free
hand slid deep into my thick, raven hair as he leaned in closer, his eyes
boring into mine. “You know how I feel about you. But, you also know that,
after what you did, it’s made it impossible for me to bring you into my life,
to make an official claim on you.”
explained things to you and you accepted it.”
He leaned
in closer, his gaze drilling into mine. “Slade wants your help,” he said,
blowing past my comment entirely. “That’s why I’m here.”
“I can’t.”
“I haven’t
even relayed the details yet.”
I turned my
head to the side. “You made a wasted trip. I can’t, no matter what it is.”
“What are
you so afraid of, Tasha? I’ll protect you. You know that. Fuck, if you
cooperate with him, Slade will
protect you with everything at his disposal.”
“Like he
was able to protect the love of his life?” I snapped vehemently, his comment
about protecting me hitting a nerve. Didn’t he get that it was the other way
around? I was protecting him.
As usual,
Cole snapped to Slade’s defense immediately. “He was utterly blindsided back
then. Way younger and inexperienced. He’s been through a lot, done a lot, since then. He’s no fool.
The guy knows his shit. No one’s been able to come at him and live to tell the
tale since.”
little, too late,” I muttered.
His eyes
narrowed, hating the dig at his almighty president, the disrespect I was
demonstrating. Talk about an extreme case of hero worship. Slade Mitchell
really could do no wrong in Cole’s eyes. The asshole had him wrapped around his
little finger. And, damn, Cole Taylor was a hell of a formidable soldier to
have at his side. His reputation was something else. He was as much revered as
he was feared. I didn’t doubt that Slade had been well aware of that when he’d
brought him into the Steel Titans fold.
“Fuck,” I
groused. “Just get off me and get the hell out.”
He didn’t
move or give an inch.
“Cole!” I
cried, thrashing beneath him and trying to break his hold. It was useless. He
was an impenetrable force. All power and hard muscle.
moving,” he ground out.
I took him
in. His jaw was tight, his body majorly tense. His expressive eyes were
flashing in warning.
Instead of
doing what he asked, I ran with the opportunity he was unwittingly offering up,
making the decision to poke the proverbial bear, rather than to sate it. I had
to get him off me. I had to get him out of here.
I held his
heated gaze as I undulated beneath him. His breath hitched as my pussy rubbed
against his dick. His rock-hard dick.
“Tasha,” he
I grinned.
And then I
played to his weakness, sweeping my tongue over my top lip, slow and sensual.
“Fuck,” he
My plan to
push him far enough so that he’d bolt away backfired spectacularly when his
mouth crashed against mine.
I choked
from the sheer ferocity of it.
His hands
left my arms and sank into the depths of my thick hair, grabbing fistfuls of
He tugged
it roughly as he ground against me, grunting and rutting like an animal and
delivering a hard, punishing kiss.
I was so
overcome by the explosion of intensity, that I lost myself to it for a good few
moments, my good sense leaving me when I needed it the most.
every protest from my body, I managed to get a hold of myself, pressing my hand
to Cole’s chest and easing him back enough to break our kiss. “This is a bad
He scoffed.
“Bad idea?” He licked my neck, making me moan out at the delicious feel of his
hot tongue teasing my skin. “That’s what we’re all about, firecracker.”
God, it’d
been weeks since I’d held him against me, weeks since his talented hands and
mouth had tended to my body, weeks since his impressive cock had satiated me in
the way only he could. I wanted him so badly. I craved that connection with
him. I was desperate to lose myself in him, to forget that it could never
really be, that we could never really
be. It was a fantasy of another life, for versions of us that weren’t caught up
in our twisted worlds, worlds that couldn’t reconcile one another.
He was
right. We were a bad idea. When we
came together, when we were wrapped up in one another, consumed by our hunger
for each other, it always felt so right. But to the outside world, we were…
wrong. We didn’t belong.
And I
didn’t want that anymore. I didn’t want to be his dirty little secret.
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to a Bad Boy.
Franca writes stories about bad-boy alpha males and the tough women who turn
their worlds upside down.

She is best known for her motorcycle romance series, BLACK THORNS.

When she’s not writing, Franca enjoys watching action movies and binging on
great TV series. Spending time with her lovable lab, hiking, and listening to
hard rock, are her passions.

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#SpotlightTour ~ “Blackheart” The Wild Ones, Series: Jokers MC #1 by Author Jessie Cooke, Genre: MC Romance. Released: May 12, 2020! #AuthorJessieCooke @EJbookPromos

Title: Blackheart: The Wild Ones
Series: Jokers MC #1
Author: Jessie Cooke
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: May 12, 2020


Evan “Blackheart” Babineaux is a hard-working, hard-partying, playboy who has spent most of his life as the President of the infamous Jokers, a 1% MC, set deep in the swamps of New Orleans. 


Blackheart was raised in the swamps, as wild as the cattails that grow there and the alligators he’d learned to wrestle even before he was old enough to drive.
The swamps were also where he first lay his light blue eyes on Sally, the love of his life…and a dead body that neither of them would ever be able to forget.
New Orleans is known across the nation as a melting pot of cultures, its rich Cajun culture, its music, and its non-stop party atmosphere. It’s also known for its tales of voodoo, spirits, witches and vampires.
Evan and Sally will learn at a tender age that monsters are more often human than not, and there would be two human monsters lurking in the shadows that would have a heavy hand in shaping both of their lives.
The first installment of The Jokers is the story of Evan and Sally. From two kids who knew they were soulmates, to two tangled paths that have finally come to an intersection in life.
It’s the story of two hearts that have beat as one for decades…and the one man who is hellbent on destroying it all.


Eleven-year-old Sally’s face was contorted with terror and her throat visibly vibrated with the scream she was holding back, as she reached out her hand. Twelve-year-old Evan, probably fighting harder than Sally was to control his emotions, took it. It was the first time Evan ever held hands with a girl that wasn’t his mother, or one of his sisters…but as much as he loved Sally, and he knew he was going to marry her someday…Evan also knew that this wasn’t going to be a moment either of them ever looked back on as “romantic.” What they were looking at on the ground was horrific, even for the kids who had been born and raised in the wilds of one of the least known about and most misunderstood places on earth.Evan Babineaux and Sally Guidry were born and bred along the banks of the largest swamp in the world, the Atchafalaya. Stretching out over 1.4 million acres, and located deep in the heart of Louisiana, the Atchafalaya holds more mystery, and guards more secrets than the jungles of the Amazon. The Atchafalaya was not only home to the two children and their families, but it also housed over sixty-five species of reptiles and amphibians and over two hundred and fifty species of birds. It’s a place where panthers, black bear, bobcats, nutria, mink, fox, muskrat, beaver, otter and raccoon live in states of both harmony and war. It can be a spooky place even in the daylight when the cypress trees with knurled roots protrude just far enough above the water to throw off the sun and give the illusion of lurking predators. Or it can be mysterious at night when the symphony of sound coming off the water plays background for the feathery wisps of Spanish moss, dangling and fluttering against the black sky or under the light of a full moon, looking like a ghostly apparition, as it searches for a suitable cypress bough to call home.

Evan and Sally were children who didn’t startle easily. They knew which animals to avoid, what areas to stay out of, and even which plants they could pick to eat, and which ones might kill them if they were only to reach out and brush their fingers against the leaves. They’d been sent out at times with baskets to pick the medicinal plants that their mothers and grandmothers used to make medicine that kept them and their siblings alive, and they’d been sent out with shotguns to secure something for dinner on the eves when their daddies got too drunk after a day on the river and forgot to come home. They grew up as part of remnants of a civilization as yet untouched by the hands of the modern outside world, without things like electricity or telephones. They were the offspring of Acadians who had settled upon the rapidly sinking earth, eventually cohabitating and mating with the blacks and the whites like the French, who had come to the swamps for the same reasons the Acadians had…to live, love, and create life in a place that even the hands of time seemed unable to touch. They created families, and their own language, and their own culture, twisting and binding what they’d each brought with them until they’d created their own vibrant and colorful culture unlike any other.

The people who reared Sally and Evan, and those that came before them, weren’t rich in dollars and material things, but their souls were rich and their bodies hearty and it took a lot to rattle or even startle them…but nothing either child had seen or heard in their short time on earth had prepared them for what they’d stumbled upon that day. The silence between them was almost deafening before Sally finally said:

“Should I go get Paw Paw?”

“No.” Evan didn’t hesitate. Sally’s grandpa was the last person they needed there. Evan wouldn’t tell Sally, but like the rest of the community, he thought the old man wasn’t really right in the head. He would want to chant some black magic, voodoo bullshit that wouldn’t do any of them a lick of good. Evan knew what they needed at that moment was a grown-up with a cool head, and the only man the boy knew who fit that description to a perfect “T” was his own Paw, Jean Luc Babineaux.

“I’ll get my Paw,” he told her. Evan started to release Sally’s hand, but he felt her grip onto him tighter almost simultaneously. In a voice he usually reserved for one of his little sisters when they woke out of a nightmare he said, “It’s okay, Sal. I’m not gonna leave you. The mud’s deep here. though, so hang onto my belt loops—I’ll need my arms to get us out of here.” Evan had learned young that while walking in the bayou, upper body strength can be just as important as lower. He used his arms to reach out and grab onto the trunks or boughs of the trees that surrounded them, and use them as leverage to pull his feet out of the deep, sucking mud so he could move forward with another step. Sally clung onto him and although she was tiny, made his journey back out of the little cove they’d been exploring that much more difficult.

Evan was covered in sweat by the time they broke through the thick trees and long, tall lines of cattails, onto the dirt road that led to the river’s edge. Evan’s family home was there, situated among a dozen others. It was the place where he and all three of his sisters had been born, and his father before him, and his grandfather before that. It was small and cramped and occasionally his father had to use cement blocks to keep the front porch from dipping so far down on one side that it looked like a ramp. But it was home, and as soon as Evan saw it, some of the terror that had been digging its claws into the boy’s soul began to ebb slowly, like a tide as it left behind the soft, wet clumps of sand on the beach.

“Paw!” Evan yelled, taking Sally’s hand again and beginning to run toward the house. His father’s voice caused him to stop halfway and look toward the old boat docks.

“Evan! Come on and help me here, boy! Grab that duct tape over there.”

Evan would have told his Paw that his news was the type that couldn’t wait, if Jean Luc wasn’t at that very second straddling the broad back of what looked like a seven-foot alligator. Evan looked at Sally and mouthed, “Sorry,” before releasing her hand, grabbing the roll of silver tape off the porch railing, and running toward his dad and the ginormous reptile. Normally watching his Paw take down a gator fascinated Evan. He was in awe of the 6’6″ three-hundred-pound man who could rock a baby to sleep at 2 a.m., pull in a two-hundred-pound cage of crawfish, and wrestle an alligator before the sun came up every morning. Most days Evan wanted to grow up to be just like him…Jean Luc Babineaux was King of the Bayou, and that notion made young Evan proud.

“Get ’em, boy! You gonna stand there and watch him eat me, or what?” his Paw snapped, and brought the boy out of his thoughts and back to the task at hand. Pulling about two feet of the silver tape loose from the roll, he crept closer and while his Paw continued to wrestle the behemoth, Evan wrapped the tape around its jaws, not stopping until he’d used half the roll.

“Good job!” Jean Luc said, hardly out of breath. He patted the still angry and twisting gator on its side and said, “I ought to just ride him into town now!” Evan was sure no one would be surprised if he did. His Paw had a reputation in town, so much so that the townsfolk were almost disappointed if Jean Luc walked in like a “normal” man and didn’t leave them something to talk about for days, weeks, months, or even years afterwards. Such a day was a rarity though, and even at forty years old, Jean Luc hadn’t run out of ways to shock them. “Help me get him into the cage now.” Jean Luc sometimes killed the gators he caught, and the meat was used to feed their family and many others. But other times, when he was able to get a hold of a specimen as big and pretty as the one he was riding, he took them to a “Gator Ranch,” a sanctuary that was a popular tourist destination. The gator would live out the rest of its life there on the ranch, amusing the visitors by simply lying lazily on the banks of the man-made ponds and waiting for its daily feeding. Evan felt sorrier for those than he did the ones they killed and ate. He had never been caged or fenced in, but just the thought of it made the boy feel like it was hard to breathe.

“Evan…” Sally still looked shaken, maybe even more so after watching Evan and his dad subdue the gator.

“Give me one more minute,” Evan told her. He did what Jean Luc asked, and helped him push the angry, uncooperative reptile into the large cage that Jean Luc would then load onto his boat. When that was done and the cage door locked up tightly Evan finally said, “Paw, me and Sally saw something out in the cove…”

Jean Luc looked like he was waiting for the boy to go on, and when he didn’t, Jean Luc said, “Well, I gotta get that gator delivered before dark, son, so as long as it ain’t nothing that’s gonna eat us in our sleep, I best get to it.” Evan was shaking all over, and he knew he had to tell his father…but the words were sticking in his throat and Jean Luc was already sliding the cage onto the boat when Sally finally said:

“Mr. Babineaux! There’s a lady in the cove…a dead lady, without a head.”

That froze the old man in his tracks. At last he straightened up and looked from his son to Sally and back again, taking in their faces and obviously unsure if this was a silly, albeit sick, little pre-adolescent game, or if they were in fact telling the truth. When his dark blue eyes landed on his son’s face for a second time, Evan nodded. “It’s true, Paw…it’s a naked lady, and she’s dead.”

Jean Luc frowned. “You said her head was gone?” The children nodded and still looking thoughtful he said, “Look like animals did it?”

“No, Paw, it looks like it was sliced off, and she ain’t been there too long because the animals ain’t really got to her yet.”

“Fuck me,” Jean Luc said, his expression remaining neutral. “I reckon I should go out and have a look. Can you kids show me exactly where you found her?” The children nodded, and with the gigantic alligator in tow in his cage, Jean Luc took them out toward the cove in the boat, stopping and tying it along the muddy banks when the kids told him to. The three of them climbed out and while Evan quickly led his Paw toward the spot, Sally held back, looking unwilling to see it again. Evan didn’t blame her. His rush was more about passing the responsibility of the horrible discovery onto his father and taking it off his skinny young shoulders. When they reached the spot where the part of a lady still lay, half submerged in the mud and muck, Jean Luc and Evan stood side by side, staring down at her. Seconds passed, or maybe even minutes, before once again Jean Luc said, “Fuck me. I reckon we’ll have the government up our butts now for a while.”

The government wasn’t something the Cajun people who lived in the Atchafalaya Swamp welcomed, especially into their homes. But insofar as Jean Luc and his family strove to live off the grid, the man had a strong sense of right and wrong, and Evan had known before they even made it out there that Jean Luc would know what the right thing was to do. Evan watched his old man’s face as he stared down at the woman. Anyone else looking at him would see nothing…a blank canvas that could be interpreted in any number of ways. Jean Luc’s expression was the same whether he was singing a French lullaby to one of his babies, or skinning a gator, or shooting a wild hog. Evan always wondered if emotions were afraid to cross the path of the big man’s face, but what he’d learned in the years as he grew from a babe in his father’s giant arms to his sometimes-reluctant sidekick was that the answer to everything was in Jean Luc’s blue eyes. Every emotion the man felt was there, and now as Evan stared up at his Paw, he saw the horror there, the compassion, and the worry. Evan knew the worry would be for his own wife and daughters, and the wives and daughters of his neighbors. Evan’s Paw taught him an infinite number of things. He’d grow up learning how to work hard. He’d know how to fish, hunt, fight, love, provide for and protect his family. But the ability to do any of that without letting the rest of the world know what you were thinking as you did it, that was the one thing Jean Luc taught his son that Evan used most to shape his future.

* * *

It was over thirty years since that day in the swamps when Evan looked down into the eyes of the man responsible for leaving that poor woman to rot in the mud or be eaten by predators. But as he looked down into the man’s terrified brown eyes, not a soul in the room could have even guessed what he was thinking.

“Bonjou, Christoff.”

The man on the floor may not have known what the big, dark-haired, blue-eyed, heavily-tattooed man looking down at him was thinking either…but he obviously knew enough about the man to be very afraid. In an almost inaudible, shaky voice the brown-eyed man managed to squeak out, “Bonjou, Blackheart.”


Jessie Cooke writes hot romance novels about tough guys, bad boys, bikers, fighters and lovers and the women of strong character who tame them.




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#PreOrder #ReleaseBlitz “Devious Savior” Series: Vicious Vipers MC Book #6, by Author Lynn Burke, Genre: MC Romance, Release Date: June 25, 2020 @AuthorLynnBurke @EJBookPromos

Title: Devious Savior
Series: Vicious Vipers MC Book #6
Author: Lynn Burke
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: June 25, 2020
Cover Design: Designs by L
Cover Model: Matt Zumwalt
Photographer: FuriousFotog


I was responsible for my soulmate’s death, and twenty years later, the demons of guilt still try to suffocate me. Drowning them with liquor doesn’t work, so I run, leaving everything—my colors, my brothers, and my addictions behind.




Fate brings me to a place that matches my dried out soul—Vegas.
A ray of pole-dancing sunshine breaks through my darkness, giving me hope for a future. An independent, stubborn woman, Casey doesn’t need me to be her knight in shining armor, but I can’t give up my addiction to her.
She’s an inescapable temptation. A curvy glass of thirst-quenching water. And she’s off limits, under the protection of the Vegas Chapter.
When Casey’s life is placed in my hands, will my lies and her manipulation be our undoing or will facing our insecurities save us both?
*This is the sixth book in the Vicious Vipers MC series and may be unsuitable for someone under 18 years of age. HEA guaranteed, however, secondary characters make appearances in other’s stories. Reading in order is recommended.


Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.



#PreOrderBlitz “Scarred By Pain”(New Orleans Chapter #2) Series: Royal Bastards MC by Author Crimson Syn, #MCRomance, Release Date: 9/15/2020 @CrimsonSyn82 @kikilovesbooks

☠️Scarred By Pain: New Orleans Chapter #2☠️
Series: Royal Bastards MC
Author: Crimson Syn
Model: Theodore Brown
Photographer: Jean Maureen Woodfin
Cover Designer: Jay Aheer
Release Date: 9/15/2020 
Welcome to the Royal Bastards MC. Where Loyalty is King, and Code is the only way to survive.

Taron “Knuckles” Brown, has always lived a lonely existence,
One which he prefers.
Retired Special Forces.
An unattached Nomad.
No responsibilities or women to weigh him down.
All is well until he comes across Dyanara Reyes,
A Bloody Scorpions Princess who has been locked up in her tower,
Pure and innocent and searching for a Knight.
But there is no shiny armor aligning this man’s shoulders.
Pain leaves scars unseen
And the past may be too harrowing to forget.
Being the Sargent at Arms for the Royal Bastards MC comes at a price.
Freedom is no longer an option.
Finding something to live for
Becomes the first step toward redemption.
And where unexpected love is concerned,
There are no chains strong enough to restrain it.

Scarred By Pain is Knuckles’ story, the second book in the New Orleans National Chapter.
Inked In Vengeance is the first.
Catch up with the New Orleans Chapter here:


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