![]() Cocked and Loaded, an all-new Standalone in Jordan Marie's Best Selling Lucas Brothers books is releasing August 30th!Cover Design by Wicked by Design Cover Model - Brook Dede When I slap the handcuffs on her I’ll be taking her to bed, not jail. Getting involved with the wrong woman can destroy your life. I had to move back home and lose my position as Detective to get away from one. The last thing I need is to repeat my mistake. I finally have what I want. Deputy in my home town, surrounded by family and friends— Life is good. Then she crashes—literally crashes—into my world. Adelle Harrington is a pain in my ass. She’s way too high maintenance for my tastes. She’s sassy, opinionated, and stubborn as hell. She’s also the Mayor’s only daughter. Which means she should be completely off limits. When she forces my hand and breaks the law, all bets are off. She picked the wrong cop to tangle with. I’ve got her in my sites, she’s not getting away And I’m definitely not shooting blanks. Add it to your TBR - https://bit.ly/2utlrPV Check out all of the Lucas Brother Books - mybook.to/LucasBrothersJM About Jordan MarieFollow Jordan Marie Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/jordanmarieauthor Twitter - https://twitter.com/Author_JordanM Website -https://www.jordanmarieromance.com/ Bookbub - https://www.bookbub.com/authors/jordan-marie Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/jordan_marie_author/ Newsletter - https://www.jordanmarieromance.com/subscribe Amazon - https://amzn.to/2LXeUV8 Text Message Alerts - Text Jordan to 797979
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![]() Diesel, an all-new Standalone Savage Brothers MC Romance by USA Today Bestselling Author Jordan Marie is coming October 16th!![]() I've only truly loved two things in my life. My club and my son. I gave up one, trying to keep the other safe. It worked, too… until an enemy took my son. But he made one mistake— He left me breathing. There's nothing I won't do to save my child. A woman is the last thing I need, especially a woman like Rory McDaniels. She's stubborn, beautiful and drives me crazy. I've told her it's too dangerous to be involved with me. She vows to stay, no matter the cost. She has no idea how high that price might be. ![]() Pre-Order Your Copy Today!Nook - https://bit.ly/2NxwZJX iBooks - https://apple.co/2MZ4LXH Kobo - https://bit.ly/2sIoJgQ Add to your TBR - https://bit.ly/2KHMDVp About Jordan MarieUSA Today Best-Selling Author Jordan Marie is just a simple small town country girl who is haunted by Alpha Men who talk in her head 24 hours a day. She likes to create a book that takes you on an emotional journey whether tears, laughter (or both) or just steamy hot fun (or all 3). She loves to connect with readers and interacting with them through social media, signings or even old fashioned email.
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Title: Devil
Series: Savage MCâTennessee #1
Author: Jordan Marie
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: June 5, 2018
Blurb
He is my biggest temptationâ¦
Logan is a complication I didnât count on.
I need to stay awayâtoo many lives depend on it.
One wrong move and everything around me will crumble.
But his graveled voice calls to me.
His wicked smile takes my breath.
His whiskey colored eyes intoxicates me.
His heated touch seduces me.
And his hard body promises hot nights beyond my dirtiest fantasies.
Saying yes, would be wrong.
But being wrong feels so good.
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A bottle of tequila 10 lime wedges 1 sexy blonde Add in a crazy Vegas weekend Lick and Swallow. What do you get? A recipe for disaster. Titan Last night I got married. I think. I'm not exactly sure. I was drunk off my ass, so it's not exactly crystal clear. But, I woke up with a ring on my finger, a marriage certificate, and a sneaking suspicion I had a wild wedding night. Oh, and a bride who is long gone. Apparently, what happens in Vegas doesn't always stay here. Sometimes it takes off running. But a runaway bride is the least of my problems. Now I’m chasing after my runaway bride with divorce on my mind. What could go wrong? Besides everything. This is book 3 in the series, but is self-contained and can be read as a standalone. HEA inside and absolutely no cheating of any kind.
Faith I whimper when the damn ping of my phone won’t hush. I squint, opening one eye—and one eye only. Sweet Jesus on a turnip truck, I drank way too much last night. I warned Hope I didn’t do weddings. I hate them. She was in Vegas, everyone knows you do the deed at a quicky drive-thru chapel somewhere and get it done—if you are ever crazy enough to say “I do.” I won’t… ever. Slowly the room begins to come into a focus… it’s a blurry focus, but still. The first thing I notice is everything hurts. Even my hair. Definitely had too much to drink. The second thing I notice is I’m not in my one-room apartment, lying on my broken-down, never comfortable, probably ruining my back forever, futon. I’m in a bed. A really soft bed. I’m also in what appears to be a very fancy room. A room with entirely too much sunshine coming in through the windows. My gaze immediately goes to the open glass doors that lead out to a balcony. When I look around I can see I’m not only in a strange hotel room, I’m in one that costs bank. Lots of bank. Then, I just happen to notice the crumpled wedding dress on the concrete floor of the balcony. That’s when panic begins, as memories flood through my mind. Memories of the night before. Of course, it might not be the crumpled dress that brings those back quite as much as the huge leg—not that leg—wrapped over mine, the arm currently wrapped across my stomach and the third leg—yes, that “leg”—pushing against my ass. I look down at the milk chocolate beast of an arm and I swear the female bits between my legs tingle as memories of the night before flood through me. Memories of… Titan. I have the strongest urge to wiggle against the semi-aroused cock pressing against my ass, but I don’t. I hold myself really still. Because I’m in the middle of the biggest panic attack ever. I can’t remember all of what I did last night. It’s a blur of devil’s juice, eating the worm—disgusting, by the way, and I may never drink tequila again—and sex… so much sex. Sex everywhere. Bed, floor, shower, closet—don’t ask—and against the wall. Sex against the floor-to-ceiling window with my ass mooning the strip, but… sex on that balcony after I was stripped of my wedding dress is the one that sticks in my mind. Sex where I hung over the concrete balcony screaming, “Fuck me, harder, Big Daddy,” while Titan did indeed fuck me harder for everyone and anyone to see. There are other balconies close by. I can’t be entirely sure who saw us… or who we may have scarred forever. Because, let’s face it, sex in real life is never like the porn movies. I slide out of the bed an inch at a time—panic making my heart slam against my chest so loud I want to cry, because my head hurts like hell. Titan grumbles but flops over on his back, still asleep. I stand there looking down at him and I can’t move. He’s that beautiful. His arms are slung out on each side of him, his head turned to the side, his well-trimmed goatee and beautiful, thick lips making my knees weak. The sheet is tangled in his feet and his dick is obviously alert, even if the rest of him isn’t. The sight of his dick makes me glad I was drunk last night. Lord have mercy on me, a poor sinner girl… He’s huge. I take a step toward it before I can stop myself. It’s bobbing up in the air like it’s nodding at me. It’s wide, as in—thick as hell. How many women has this man sent running from the room in fear—that kind of thick. I’ve seen a few dicks—I’m not a whore or anything—not counting last night—but I have, and this one is in a class all by itself. And he’s long. I don’t have a tape measure on hand, and I wouldn’t risk waking Titan up for it, but this man could be the pink unicorn of dicks. He could actually be a foot long. He might not be, but it would not surprise me. I back away when Titan grunts in his sleep. Each step I take hurts, only adding credence to Titan’s dick. Damn, I might not walk right for a month. I run bare-ass naked to the balcony. It’s early, the sun is shining, but the Vegas heat hasn’t raised its evil head yet. I’m definitely going to have to soak my poor abused body soon, however. I can feel where Titan has drilled—so to speak—with each step. I grab the wedding dress and step into it, trying to remain bent over so I cover my body. I might not have been shy last night in my tequila haze, but I don’t have that luxury today. I shove my hands through the dress, rising up so I can zip it—when I hear a throat clearing. I look behind me and see a man standing on a balcony behind me, grinning. He’s older, as in probably Uncle Jansen’s age, and he’s wearing a cowboy hat. He’s sexy, but not my style. “Morning,” he smirks, his Texan accent strong. I give him a tight smile over my shoulder and then reach behind me to zip up the dress and hide my ass from the guy—even if it is a little too late. Walking back into the room, I look around for my shoes. I see some empty condom wrappers—thank you Jesus! I also see an empty bottle of tequila and Titan’s clothes. Titan Marsh… pro football player, a hell of a good time in bed, and … my husband. That last part makes me cringe. I don’t want a husband. He didn’t want a wife. We discussed that numerous times while drinking tequila and gambling the night away. How we ended up in that all-night Elvis wedding chapel, I don’t remember exactly. But I clearly remember saying “I do” and twirling my hips like Elvis when he proclaimed us husband and wife. I also remember turning to Titan and demanding—in my best Meg Ryan voice—to take me to bed or lose me forever. He did take me to bed, but he didn’t get the whole Top Gun reference. I get the feeling Titan isn’t a big movie buff. I look around for a few more minutes and pick up my veil, looking at the white converse tennis shoes and frowning. I wore tennis shoes to my wedding? Whatever. I put them on and lace them up quickly. Just as I’m heading out the door, I find a blue flowered garter. It’s on the entry table. I pick it up and start to stuff it into my pocket, but the dress doesn’t have pockets. I look back at Titan and then down to the gold band on my hand. I walk back toward him, still feeling him between my legs with each step I make. I clutch the garter tightly in my hand. As I look down at the sleeping man, with the dick that apparently never sleeps, I only know one thing. I don’t want to be married. He’s damn good in bed, though. Decision made, I toss my garter toward his dick. It snags on the wide head, and lands at an angle. Titan’s hand comes down and he cups his balls before scratching them. I watch, my mouth falling open and my eyes widening in shock. When the garter decides to fall down the long shaft of his dick I have to fight back a giggle. Then I hightail it out of the room. I don’t stop to think, I don’t stop to take in the strange stares I’m getting from the people in the elevator or in the lobby. I head straight for the door. A QUIRKY WRITER GOING WHERE THE VOICES TAKE HER. USA Today Best Selling Author Jordan Marie, is just a simple small town country girl who is haunted by Alpha Men who talk in her head 24 hours a day. She currently has 14 books out including 2 that she wrote under the pen name Baylee Rose. She likes to create a book that takes you on an emotional journey whether tears, laughter (or both) or just steamy hot fun (or all 3). She loves to connect with readers and interacting with them through social media, signings or even old fashioned email.
Titan: What do you get when you mix tequila, a sexy blonde, and the bright lights of Vegas? A hell of a hangover and apparently a runaway bride. I got married last night. I was drunk off my ass, but there’s a ring, a marriage certificate and more than enough proof that I had one wild wedding night. There’s just one problem. The bride is long gone. Apparently what happens in Vegas doesn’t always stay there. But that’s not the problem-- The problem is I’m already engaged. When my bride-to-be meets my bride-already, there’s going to be hell to pay. I have just two weeks to find my bride and get a divorce. That should be simple enough. Right? What could go wrong? Besides everything. *Stand-alone novel, with a HEA inside. Please note there is absolutely no cheating in this book.*
Coming March 13th
A QUIRKY WRITER GOING WHERE THE VOICES TAKE HER. USA Today Best Selling Author Jordan Marie, is just a simple small town country girl who is haunted by Alpha Men who talk in her head 24 hours a day. She currently has 14 books out including 2 that she wrote under the pen name Baylee Rose. She likes to create a book that takes you on an emotional journey whether tears, laughter (or both) or just steamy hot fun (or all 3). She loves to connect with readers and interacting with them through social media, signings or even old fashioned email.
I did a bad thing. I did a really bad thing. I’m not a bad person, I swear. I just made a few mistakes. Mistake number one was agreeing to rent my hotel out to an insufferable a**hole, named Aden Smith. Mistake number two was ignoring his threats to sue me when he handed over a list of items he deemed “unacceptable”. Mistake number three was diving into the pool to save his life when he fell. It would have been less complicated to hide his body. When the hospital refuses to let me know how he is, I panic. Claiming to be his wife might be my biggest mistake yet—especially when he believes me! He might have been the one drowning, but I’m sinking in a bed of lies, going down fast—and there’s not a rescue in sight.
Hope “Is this the only hotel in Clancy?” I look up in shock at the door. I could have sworn I locked that door. It’s like ten o’clock at night and my brain is going in circles. I’ve watched enough true crime television to know leaving my door unlocked in the middle of the night is a recipe for disaster. “I believe so, yes.” I answer, looking around the counter for a weapon. He doesn’t look like an axe murderer, but then again, I’m not sure what one would look like. He’s got a beard, some crazy looking tattoos on his arm, and he’s tall and wide—kind of like my cousin White who plays football, only a little more dangerous and less good ole’ boy from Texas. I see a box of paperclips. Can you kill someone with paperclips? They’re the large ones, maybe I could stab his eye out… God. I’m pathetic. What kind of idiot doesn’t have some kind of weapon in her desk? “That’d be my luck,” he growls and his growl does sound dangerous. I frantically look one last time for a weapon and finally decide on the stapler. I know it’s pitiful, but it’s all I have. “Is there a problem?” I ask, trying to nonchalantly pick up the stapler in my hand and grip it. “I have a reservation,” he sighs out the words like they’re being ripped from his soul and steeped with regret—which kind of pisses me off. I mean the place doesn’t look great, but I’ve done a lot of work and it’s not open for another two weeks—thanks to the electrical inspector. “I’m sorry I’m not open for two weeks. You must have the wrong place,” I tell him sweetly. My grip has eased on the stapler a little. He’s probably not an axe murderer, at least there’s that. He’s just someone who is afraid he’s here to stay in my hotel. Which is understandable. I’ve sunk every dime I have into the place and there’s times at night I cry because I’m here. Still, he’s kind of rude about it and that makes me want to hit him with my stapler. “I’m early. It’s there if you look, Aden Mc—Aden Smith,” he says and I frown. Okay I realize there are reasons people check into hotels with the last name Smith. He doesn’t seem to have a woman with him however, so I doubt he’s hiding from jealous husbands. It’s not my problem though. “I recognize the name, but it’s not until the twenty-sixth and as I said we’re not open yet,” I explain. I look down at the hotel registry as if there are a million bookings—which is laughable. There’s only this guy, and I doubt many people will be knocking down my doors to book this place in advance. Still, a girl has to have hope…the irony that my name is Hope, does not escape me. My mother had a twisted sense of humor when it came to naming her children. “Well I’m early,” he replies. “I see that. It’s just we’re not opening for—” “For another two weeks, I heard you the first time. However, I’m early and I need a room. Since you’re the only hotel in the area, we’re stuck,” he answers, as if he is explaining things to a small child. I grip the stapler tight again. I wonder if it would hurt business if the owner gets arrested for hurling a stapler at the head of a would-be guest. I’m guessing it might…Damn it. “I’m sorry. I can’t accept guests until after I pass inspection. That’s why when you called, I specifically informed you that I would not be open for—” “Let’s cut the crap, shall we?” he says abruptly, walking towards me. He struts, long stealthy strides, that look angry and I have no doubt are meant to intimidate—because they do. “Stop!” I tell him, without taking a minute to think about it. He does stop, however, mid-step. “Listen, why don’t you quit angling here, and name your price,” he says, and immediately starts walking toward me again. I hold up the stapler as if it was a weapon that was about to save the world from mass destruction. “I think you better leave.” “The nearest hotel I’ve passed besides this shit-hole is about three hours away and I’m too damn tired. How about you be a nice little girl and hand me a room key and let me crash.” “I think maybe we have a language barrier, so I need you to listen and I’ll speak slowly so you understand. We. Aren’t. Open.” “Name your price.” “Excuse me?” “I said name your price, lady. Everybody has one and from the looks of this place you definitely do. So how much to rent this place a week earlier?” “I can’t—” I begin, but my mouth snaps shut quickly when he lays out a roll of hundreds on the counter. I actually drop the stapler. It crashes onto the counter with loud clanging noise causing me to jump. I can’t make myself look away to see if it’s destroyed. “That’s twelve hundred dollars for your crappy room for one week. I doubt you’ll find that anywhere else, do you?” “But we’re not ready for business. I haven’t had my final inspection,” I tell him again, trying to ignore his insults. The rooms aren’t great, but they’re much better than what they were. He’s just an asshole. “I won’t tell if you don’t. So, do we have a deal?” he asks and he says it in a manner that I know he fully expects me to agree. I wish I could tell him to stuff his money, but the new air conditioning and wiring I have to get done before the inspection is a reality. This money and the money for the following week would pay for that. I can’t afford to say no…No matter how much I really want to. “Twelve hundred for this week and twelve hundred for next?” I question him and I hate the look of victory that comes over his face. “Yes.” “Fine. The rooms aren’t completely ready, but I’ll give you our best one. It’s mostly finished and the air conditioning works good in there,” I tell him, and okay I’m kind of lying. The air conditioning does work, but sometimes the breakers blow if you use the receptacles in the bathroom. This guy looks haggard as hell though. I doubt he knows what a blow dryer is and that’s really the only thing you use in the bathroom…Right? “I’m sure it’s beautiful,” he mocks, as I grab the key to room number seven. Seven is supposed to be a lucky number, but considering I’m contemplating picking my stapler back up and bludgeoning my new tenant with it…I have a feeling it’s not lucky at all for me.
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A QUIRKY WRITER GOING WHERE THE VOICES TAKE HER. USA Today Best Selling Author Jordan Marie, is just a simple small town country girl who is haunted by Alpha Men who talk in her head 24 hours a day. She currently has 14 books out including 2 that she wrote under the pen name Baylee Rose. She likes to create a book that takes you on an emotional journey whether tears, laughter (or both) or just steamy hot fun (or all 3). She loves to connect with readers and interacting with them through social media, signings or even old fashioned email.
I did a bad thing. I did a really bad thing. I’m not a bad person, I swear. I just made a few mistakes. Mistake number one was agreeing to rent my hotel out to an insufferable a**hole, named Aden Smith. Mistake number two was ignoring his threats to sue me when he handed over a list of items he deemed “unacceptable”. Mistake number three was diving into the pool to save his life when he fell. It would have been less complicated to hide his body. When the hospital refuses to let me know how he is, I panic. Claiming to be his wife might be my biggest mistake yet—especially when he believes me! He might have been the one drowning, but I’m sinking in a bed of lies, going down fast—and there’s not a rescue in sight.
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A QUIRKY WRITER GOING WHERE THE VOICES TAKE HER. USA Today Best Selling Author Jordan Marie, is just a simple small town country girl who is haunted by Alpha Men who talk in her head 24 hours a day. She currently has 14 books out including 2 that she wrote under the pen name Baylee Rose. She likes to create a book that takes you on an emotional journey whether tears, laughter (or both) or just steamy hot fun (or all 3). She loves to connect with readers and interacting with them through social media, signings or even old fashioned email. “I warned her I wasn't the man for her. Now she'll learn what happens when you tempt an animal.” Meet Beast on May 9th! Pre-order your copy at the following retailers: iBooks: http://apple.co/2lP7KFJ Nook: http://bit.ly/2lmbBMp Kobo: http://bit.ly/2kuped7 Amazon: LIVE ALERT Full Blurb
I warned her I wasn't the man for her. Now she'll learn what happens when you tempt an animal. I left my past behind me. I ran. I didn’t slow down and I didn’t look back. I just couldn’t outrun the memories—or the nightmares. I came to North Carolina to die. Alone. I want to be left alone. Which would have been fine, if she wasn’t here. Hayden Graham claims to want the same thing I do—to be left alone. But, she’s a thorn in my side. The woman stumbles into one mess after another. This time the mess she’s in puts her life and her unborn child in danger. I’m barely existing—rotting from the inside out. She’s a woman in distress, waiting for a Prince to save her. I’m no Prince. I’m just a wounded animal. A Beast. She tastes like Heaven. She only adds to my Hell. She makes me remember things I don’t want to remember. Want things that I can’t have. Hayden might just be the one to finish destroying me. She’s barely legal. He’s more than twice her age. None of it matters. He’s about to show her why he’s nicknamed SHAFT. Shafted releases January 2017! Add Shafted to your TBR at: http://bit.ly/2j0MNJl Blurb
She’s barely legal. He’s more than twice her age. None of it matters. He’s about to show her why he’s nicknamed SHAFT. Bree Until Jax, I’ve never even had an interest in boys. That’s just the thing though. Jax isn’t a boy. He’s all man. First, I gave him my innocence. Second, I gave him my heart. But when my family finds out about us… I just hope I don’t get him killed. Jax She’s the granddaughter of a rival club’s President. She’s barely legal and way too innocent for me. I’m too old. Too hardened by life, but one taste of her and it’s too late. I’ve claimed her as my own. And I’ll die before I let anyone take her away from me. Unfortunately, it might just come to that. Bree says we’re soul mates. Fated for each other. When I’m staring down the barrel of a gun about to lose everything. It seems like life fate might have given me the shaft. |
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