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.
WOW! I was so blown away by this book. I bought this on a whim because it was only 99¢ and as luck would have it, I was given the opportunity to review the second book in the series. I had already read the second book without realizing it, but I felt that I would have understood past events more quickly if I had read the books in order; though it's entirely possible to read the books individually. This book series is written as a collaboration of four authors: Megan Crane, Rachael Johns, Jackie Ashenden, and Maisey Yates. There are four books in total and each book features one of the brothers of the Deacons of Bourbon Street MC club. In this book, we meet Sean “Ajax” Harding, the club's VP. He and three others return from exile after they hear news of the club president's death. Despite being exiled for the past decade, Ajax is still loyal to the club and is disgusted with the club's subsequent decline in reputation and members. After the major four members were exiled, the club president, Priest, tried the get the club to go legitimate. Some members didn't like that and either joined the rival MC called "The Ministry" or quit altogether. Out of the four exiled members, Ajax and Blue are still loyal to the club. However, Cash and Prince, have moved on with their lives and started legitimate careers. They just want to pay their respects and go back to their everyday normal lives. Too bad Ajax and Blue are having none of that.
Sophie, Priest's only daughter, is running the Priory, the club's legit bar. Although her relationship with her father was unconventional, they loved each other and his death is hitting her hard. When she runs into Ajax, there's explosive chemistry between them and it wasn't long before they were banging each other's brains out. As unromantic as that sounds, the intimate scenes between these two was hotttttt! From the start, Sophie admits that part of her always resented the fact that her father always put the club before her, but another part also wanted his attention and loved the club atmosphere. When news confirms that Priest's death was shady as all get out, Ajax is hell bent on finding out what really happened to Priest. The story itself earned a 3.5 star rating, but the ultra sexy sex scenes gave it the boost to a 4.5. I gave this book 5 stars because of Ajax and how in touch he is with his emotions. I just love guys who can go from bad ass alpha biker to loving teddy bear. ;)
Check out the next books in the series!
Book Two~~Available NOW!
Check out my an excerpt of book 2 here!
Book 3
**Not yet published; will be on 12/8/2015
**Not yet published; will be on 1/5/2016
About the Author
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Yes, I write under two names. It's me penning the story whether I am wearing my Caitlin hat or my Megan hat. Yes, readers will see a lot of similarities in the writing. No, I don't get confused. I'm a Gemini. I like duality.
When I started writing Harlequin Presents my other writing was still considered Chick Lit. (Yes, it was that long ago.) For a whole host of reasons, I thought it made sense to make a clear distinction between the two kinds of stories I was telling. Time went on and I shifted more to romance, but still, Harlequin Presents are a very particular kind of love story. I think it makes sense to keep them under the Caitlin Crews banner. Everything else I write is Megan Crane, which has the bonus feature of actually being the name I answer to in public! Try it next time you see me. I answer to Caitlin too, but it takes a minute.
I discovered my first romance novel at the age of twelve in a bargain bin at the local five and dime. It involved swashbuckling pirates and grand adventures on the open sea, but even better: a heroine with a mind of her own and a seriously mouthwatering, masterful hero who swept her away no matter how clever she was. I was immediately smitten with all kinds of romantic themes, to the detriment of my middle school social life. (I was born in Texas and raised in New Jersey, which means I am genetically and geographically predisposed to big hair and broad gestures. You can see the conflict.)
I had grand plans to star on Broadway-preferably in Evita, just like the great Patti LuPone, who I was lucky enough to see perform in New York City more than once as a child. Sadly, my inability to wow audiences with my singing voice required a backup plan (this despite the fact that I have seen Les Miserables 15 times. If you count the movie and various PBS specials, then up that to 20. Yes, really.)
I launched myself into academics instead. This was not a good fit for someone who liked lounging about and reading books a lot more than dissecting them in classrooms, but did allow me to live in England for half a decade. As a result, I developed in a deep addiction to travel, and there are few things I love more than taking off on my next adventure. Whether in real life or through my books; I'll take either.
I didn't find my own hero for a little while there, but I had my romances to keep me warm. I spent many, many Saturdays in badly-heated used book stores throughout the greater New York Metropolitan Area, stocking up on the books of authors who would become auto-buys in later years (and still are!), immersed in all things romance novels. I read romances everywhere, in public and private and without fake covers to hide the titles of the books from view, because I'm a rebel like that. For some reason, it took me a while to figure out that I ought to write the books I loved the most.
But some 50 books in, I'm still plotting my Broadway debut.
