My Thoughts
Ajax has come to pay respect to Priest who has passed away. He has been away for awhile because of something that happened in the past, but now he is brought back in as the VP. He meets Sophie and they have some sizzling chemistry going on between them. Then he finds out that she is Priest's daughter and should be off limits. The MC is in disarray and needs Ajax to help lead it back to what it should be. In the midst of all that there's Sophie. She definitely has some daddy issues dealing with his death and that it might not be what it seems. I loved Ajax who is total alpha biker man who falls head over heels for Sophie and wants to make her his no matter what. Their story is a fantastic beginning to the series and I can't wait to read more.
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I give Make You Burn 5 hearts!
About the Book
Meet the Deacons of Bourbon Street, bad boy bikers who are
hell on wheels—and heaven between the sheets. Megan Crane revs up an
irresistible new series co-written with Rachael Johns, Jackie Ashenden, and
Maisey Yates.
Sean “Ajax” Harding’s oaths are inked into his skin. Once
second-in-command of the Deacons of Bourbon Street motorcycle club, he left New
Orleans to protect the brotherhood, and only the death of his beloved mentor,
Priest Lombard, could lure him back. Walking into the old hangout gives him a
familiar thrill—especially when he gets an eyeful of the bar’s delectable new
owner. A wild ride with her is just the welcome Ajax needs. Then he realizes
that she’s Priest’s daughter, all grown up and totally off limits.
Sophie Lombard loved her father, not his lifestyle. She’s
done with bikers . . . until Ajax roars into town—arrogant, tough, and sexy as
ever. And although he treats her like the Catholic schoolgirl he once knew,
Sophie’s daydreams tend to revolve around sin. With the very real possibility
of heartbreak looming, Sophie knows better than to get too close to an outlaw.
But every touch from Ajax is steamier than the Louisiana bayou—and heat like
this may just be worth getting burned.
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Excerpt
This close, she could see too much. Entirely too much. The
years hadn’t been particularly kind to Ajax, but then, he’d started off
entirely too pretty for his own good. She remembered him in his feral early
twenties, bright and blonde and so stunning that tourists had followed him around
the French Quarter like they thought he was a harmless wolf cub set loose from
his pack, like that hard smile of his was merely teeth and there was something
more than violence in his sweet blue eyes.
I’m so glad you came back from Afghanistan in one piece,
she’d heard one of the besotted tourists giggle at him once upon a very late
night, over at one of the Priory tables with her too- short denim skirt already
shoved out of his way.
And Ajax had responded, that angelic face of his never quite
as hard as those eyes, No one comes back in one piece, bitch. With his hands
high on her thighs and murder in his tone. They just come home.
His face was leaner now. Tougher. Less angel, more warrior.
This Ajax wore his danger and his power right there on his face, in the lines
that made his eyes look bluer, in the beard that made him look like the walking
calamity he was, and no one would mistake this man for anything but that, blue
eyes or not. He was lethal. And Sophie couldn’t help but think that he was far
more beautiful for it, God help her. A battered, dark gold, finely-honed
machine of a man, and he was grinning at her like he already had her pants at
her knees and her ass over the nearest table.
No small part of her wished he did.
And she was fucked, because once that image was in her head,
she couldn’t think of anything else—and she was positive he could read it right
there on her face.
“You better tell your girl to put down that phone,” he said
softly, so softly and so close that Sophie had to blink to make sense of it, so
entranced was she by that mouth of his. “If the police show up in the middle of
my homecoming party I might lose my sense of humor.”
“I’m fine, Danielle,” she called, and the bartender behind
them froze, her cell phone clenched tight in her hand. “Sean here is just an
old friend of my father’s.”
“You don’t have any idea when to quit, do you?”
“Because you, of course, are the model of restraint.”
That dangerous curve of his mouth tightened, and so did
everything inside of her. “I’m not the mouthy piece of ass pinned up against
the back of a bar, with a golden opportunity to rethink my attitude. If I were
you, I’d take it.”
“I’m not afraid of you.”
Ajax studied her. “Then you’re as dumb as you act. Bad
combination, babe. Especially in this neighborhood.”
“Should I interpret that as concern for my well-being?” she
asked, her voice as acidic as it was sweet. “It’s hard to tell while you’re
choking me out.”
A different sort of grin lit his face then, changing that
look in his eyes and then dancing all over her. He shifted, sliding that big,
hard hand of his up over her chin and then dragging his thumb over her lower
lip, slowly. The grin drained from his face as he watched and he looked . . .
hungry. Needy. Then he tested her teeth on the way back with the pad of that
big thumb of his, and the urge to close her lips around him was so intense, so
overwhelming, she lost her train of thought.
There was only Ajax, big and threatening and so beautiful it
was making her shake.
He did it again. And it was the way he did it. It was pure
sex in a simple little scrape of his thumb on her lip, then against her teeth,
and it was dirty as all fuck.
Ajax lifted his gaze to hers then, and his blue eyes had
gone hot. It shuddered through her, intent and heavy. A threat, she told
herself. Dark and hard and life-altering. A distinct and deliberate threat.
But she was far more worried it was a promise.
About the Author
Megan Crane is a New Jersey native who had great plans to
star on Broadway, preferably in Evita, just like Patti LuPone. Sadly, her
inability to wow audiences with her singing voice required a back-up plan.
Accordingly, she graduated from Vassar College and got her MA and PhD in
literature from the University of York in England. She wrote her doctoral
dissertation on AIDS literature, mostly so she could wallow in her obsession
with the remarkable multimedia artist David Wojnarowicz and her idol, the
bitter and hilarious David Feinberg. After many years in the rain and subject
to the whim of seasons, she followed the sun to Los Angeles, where she lives
with too many pets and an artist named Jeff. She is still plotting her Broadway
debut.
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