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FIRE ME UP
Deacons of Bourbon Street #2
Rachael Johns
Releasing Sept 1st, 2015
Can a scorching affair with a
bohemian beauty tame a motorcycle man with a dark side? Rachael Johns takes the
wheel in the sexy series co-written with Megan Crane, Jackie Ashenden, and
Maisey Yates.
Travis “Cash” Sinclair values only two things from his days with the Deacons of Bourbon Street: his prized Harley Davidson and the man who gave it to him. But now Priest Lombard is gone, and Cash has inherited the Deacons’ clubhouse—not to mentions its unexpected tenant. She’s exactly the type of woman he tries to avoid: all incense and art, with a sharp tongue that promises trouble. So why does Cash want to push aside those flowing skirts and lose himself between her legs?
Billie Taylor fled a bad marriage to start a new life among the grit and glamour of the French Quarter. She refuses to let another man distract her from her dreams, especially an outlaw biker with nothing to offer except hot sex and an eviction notice. Cash is dangerous, with an untamed streak he tries desperately to conceal. He drives Billie wild, sending her too close to the edge for her own good. And she won’t fall under his spell—or into his bed—without a fight.
Travis “Cash” Sinclair values only two things from his days with the Deacons of Bourbon Street: his prized Harley Davidson and the man who gave it to him. But now Priest Lombard is gone, and Cash has inherited the Deacons’ clubhouse—not to mentions its unexpected tenant. She’s exactly the type of woman he tries to avoid: all incense and art, with a sharp tongue that promises trouble. So why does Cash want to push aside those flowing skirts and lose himself between her legs?
Billie Taylor fled a bad marriage to start a new life among the grit and glamour of the French Quarter. She refuses to let another man distract her from her dreams, especially an outlaw biker with nothing to offer except hot sex and an eviction notice. Cash is dangerous, with an untamed streak he tries desperately to conceal. He drives Billie wild, sending her too close to the edge for her own good. And she won’t fall under his spell—or into his bed—without a fight.
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“G’day, can I help you?”
At the sound of the soft, chirpy,
feminine voice, Travis blinked and shook his head, trying to shake the memories
and bring himself back to the now. He’d been so lost in the past he hadn’t even
noticed the piano playing had stopped. He turned his head to focus on the
figure standing beside him and almost swallowed his tongue. Heat flooded his
body as he looked his fill at the sexy little specimen in front of him.
Turned out the piano player he’d
written off as an asshole looked nothing like one after all. And he was
a she. A very curvaceous she, with a short, mussed-up blond bob that made him
want to slide his fingers up into her hair and yank her mouth to his. And
Australian, if her accent was anything to go by. Although she looked curiously
at him, her glossy-lipped smile was brighter and more real than any he could
ever recall. It stretched across her whole face, lighting up her deep blue
eyes. Travis took a moment to lower his gaze, raking it over her body—magic
tits that made the palms of his hands itch without even touching them, a slim
waist and hips to die for. Even though she wore a flowery skirt so long it
brushed the floor, he couldn’t help but imagine her legs wrapped around him.
His dick tightened and he thought about how hot it would be to expel some of
his anger and frustration inside her.
She cleared her throat and repeated
herself. The smile was still as wide as ever, but the friendliness in her tone
had gone down a notch. “Can I help you?” she asked again, pointing to a
painting on the wall he hadn’t realized he’d been staring at. One of those
weird rabbit/balloon ones. “Do you like that? The artist is a local and so
incredibly talented. There’s a story behind each of his canvases.”
Travis raised an eyebrow. “How
much?” he asked, out of curiosity. It’d be a cold day in hell before he’d spend
even a couple of bucks on a piece of garbage like that. He’d worked his ass off
to get where he was today and wasn’t about to throw his hard-earned cash away
on crap. The sexy piece of skirt standing in front of him was much more in line
with his taste.
“The artist likes to speak with
potential buyers first.” The woman bit her lower lip and his cock tightened as
he imagined biting it himself. “Get an idea of your situation and your
passion.”
In other words, thought Travis,
trying to focus on her words rather than her body, the artist was a
money-hungry prick who liked to meet his buyers to work out how he could rip
them off.
“Do you want me to call him for
you?” she asked, her tone enthusiastic.
“That won’t be necessary.” He took
another glance around. “I could go down to the local elementary school and get
something more to my style.”
Shock flashed across her sweet face,
and then she opened her mouth as if to say something, but bored with talking
shit, he cut in. “Where’s Billie?”
She blinked and then crossed her
arms over her impressive rack. “Who wants to know?”
So the little flower child had a
backbone. He liked a smart mouth on a woman. He liked a good body and a pretty
face too. All these things made for a more interesting lay. What he didn’t like
was all this new age crap and this girl was the fucking embodiment of that,
from her long skirt and bare feet to the T-shirt with a painted mermaid on the
front and the actual flower in her hair. She was probably one of the artists.
No doubt she also read tarot cards. Real fucking shame.
“Travis Sinclair.”
“And who exactly is Travis
Sinclair?” She perched her hands on her hips, which inadvertently thrust her
tits upward. Nice. His mouth watered.
“The new landlord of this place.”
Her eyes widened and it looked like
she might be choking. “Oh.”
“And you are?”
She took only a moment to
recover, then sighed and rubbed her lips together
before finally replying. “I’m Billie Taylor. The tenant.”
“You’re Billie?” It was his turn for
shock. And he hated to be shocked.
Was this Sophie’s idea of a fucking
joke? He’d told her his intention to stay in a room
at the old clubhouse, and she’d let
him believe Billie was a man. No way he was staying at The Priory with Ajax
calling the shots. It was bad enough that Travis couldn’t walk away from all
this shit, but that wasn’t an option.
He wished he had it in him just to
give Sophie his share of the inheritance, ride out of this fucking city and
never come back. None of them actually needed the real estate—he and Micah had
enough money now to never want for anything, and Leon had lived in a fucking
bayou for the last decade. By choice. He wasn’t right in the head. And neither
was Ajax, which was why giving Sophie his share wasn’t an option. Looked like
she and Ajax were together now, which meant he’d be essentially giving his
share to Ajax.
Not in this fucking lifetime.
“Yep. That’s me.” The blonde lifted
her chin high and hit him with another smile, but this one wasn’t friendly at
all.
Review:
This book can be read as a stand-alone but I don't recommend it. You don't miss a whole lot from the first book but if you don't get a good foundation of the MC and what happened to the President, then it will feel like something is missing in this book. Even though this is the second book in the Deacons of Bourbon Street series, I enjoyed this one a lot more than the first one.
Cash was a more enticing character to me than Ajax was and so I was hooked on him from the very beginning. You can tell there is a lot of hurt and anger lurking beneath the surface but he wasn't as abrasive as Ajax, which made me like him even more. I also liked that he had a not-so-typical job for someone in an MC and I really liked how smart and successful he was.
Billie was a really cute character. I liked her bohemian style and her attitude. Yes, she'd been through some stuff but she refused to be bitter towards others because of it. I also liked that she stood her ground with Cash. Well, for the most part. Of course, I would have given into a sexy man like that, too! ;)
Speaking of sexy, this book is full of hot, steamy, make your momma blush sex!! Oh, me, oh, my, Rachael Jones knows her stuff!! The title of this book is called Fire Me Up for a very good reason! I had to turn on the A/C in the house when I finished with this book. It's HOT!
The writing is done beautifully and the characters are easy to relate to and even easier to fall in love with. This series had a rocky start with me but after this book I am looking forward to reading the rest of the series and to reading more from Rachael Johns!
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Rachael Johns is an English teacher by
trade, a mum 24/7, a supermarket owner, a chronic arachnophobic, and a writer
the rest of the time. She rarely sleeps and never irons. She writes
contemporary romance for HQN and Carina Press and lives in rural Western
Australia with her hyperactive husband and three mostly-gorgeous
heroes-in-training. Rachael loves to hear from readers and can be contacted
through her website at www.rachaeljohns.com
