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Title: Snatch
Series: Cerberus MC #5 (Standalone)
Author: Marie James
Genre: M/M Contemporary Romance
Release Date: July 13, 2017

 

Blurb
I’ve been Jaxon Donovan since the day I was born, obviously.
My road name, Snatch, came years later due to my ability to literally snatch up
any woman I set my sights on. I’ve always been a connoisseur of the opposite
sex. Tall, short, thin, thick and juicy, my tastes knew no limitations.
I didn’t think there was a limitation to my sexuality, and I
found out just how true that actually was the night my best friend took it upon
himself to take me in his mouth. Sure, there’d been close calls before, the
slip of a hand or misplaced lips. With our propensity to share women, it’s
bound to happen. That fateful night, I was met with pure intention and an
experience I never want to forget.
How do you explain to your friends, your brother’s in arms,
that your extremely active sexuality has led you to your best friend’s door
step? How do you admit, after twenty-six years of heterosexuality, that you’re
into something else?
I’ll soon find out that what happens in the dark will always
come to light.
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Marie James is a full-time working mother of two amazing
little boys and wife of almost 13 years. She enjoys reading in her spare time,
and diet coke is always near. Central Texas is where Marie calls home and has
lived most of her life. With 13 published books under her belt, she has no
desire to stop writing anytime soon and has dozens of book ideas to keep her
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RELEASE BLITZ- We Said Forever by Marie James

 

 

Title: We Said Forever
Author: Marie James
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 15, 2017
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Rock bottom.They say the only way to go from there is up, but what is “up” when you’re born into someone else’s rock bottom?

At ten, football became my first love. It’s what got me out of the house away from my self-destructive family. My love for football landed me at Las Vegas University with a full ride scholarship, and the orange on my jersey was my favorite color…until my eyes landed on the red dress Fallyn wore the night we met.

At twenty-one, I jumped off the cliff into the unknown the second Fallyn McIntyre danced in my arms at a party. I had the greatest girl in the world and the opportunity to play college ball every Saturday. My rock bottom was looking up, thanks to my two first loves.

Parties, sex, and football—life was perfect. But one drink too many, and my world came crashing down. When I chose pills over my second love, my head told me it was the best decision I ever made. The pills keep me warm and protect me from the distance Fallyn created. Percs don’t judge me. They make me feel alive. 

Threes.


They say the best things come in threes, but one leads to a stable future, one is my salvation, and the other drags me to hell—a hell I’d willingly burn in for eternity…if it weren’t for my second love.

 

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Turning to face the guy who is either too stupid or too drunk to take a hint, my eyes land on the handsome face of a tall blond with the lightest blue eyes I’ve ever seen.The smirk on his face clearly indicates he believes I should be impressed. And I am. There’s no doubt about it. I’m completely fascinated by the ego this douchebag emits with one simple look. Without a word, I let my eyes trail from the top of his purposely mussed hair that probably took longer to fix than mine to the orange chucks adorning his big feet.

He allows the perusal, awaiting my approval. Cocking an eyebrow at his blatant, pompous attitude, I push his hands off my hips.

“Not a chance, buddy,” I say before turning back toward the kitchen.

My legs tremble, wobbling on my already unsteady heels. I release a long, slow breath, hoping he disappeared into the crowd. The last thing I need is for him to notice the way my eyes lingered on his stubbled jaw and the muscles of his chest even his clothes can’t hide. I’m almost certain he could sense my quick, unmasked arousal. One look was all it took for this man to creep his way under my skin and throb in my core. He’s got self-entitled, bad boy, asshole written all over him—character traits I would have dropped anything for a few years ago. Not today, though. Those are flaws I left in Utah when I graduated high school.

The same firm grip reaches for me again, wrapping all the way around my body and pulling my back against an incredibly strong chest.

I close my eyes for a moment, allowing only a second of contact before turning around and readying my hand to slap him across the face for taking such liberties without my permission—just another alpha asshole attribute that used to make me swoon.

“You need to get your—”

His finger covers my lips, preventing me from getting my words out. My attempt at what I’m sure was going to be a very eloquent threat against his manhood falters as he pulls me closer to his body. His leg somehow finds its way between mine as he squats a couple inches to decrease the differences in our height.

The strong hand that has reached for me twice tonight is around my back, fingers splayed against the thin red fabric. The finger that halted my words trails down the column of my damp neck before gripping around at my nape. Gooseflesh follows the trail, racing over my fevered skin. He holds me against him, guiding me to the rhythm I hated until this very second. Like the traitorous slut she is, my body molds against him, every soft inch against his hardness.

“I don’t,” I begin again, only to have his hand leave my neck to push another finger against my parted lips.

I watch, enthralled and utterly stupid, as his bottom lip rolls between his teeth at the same time his thumb sweeps over mine.

I cave, wholeheartedly capitulating to the moment. Ignoring the warning bells going off in my head, screaming at me to bolt through the front door and not look back, I grip the silky athletic fabric of his jersey and pull him closer. A knowing grin lights his face and sparkles in the crystal blue of his eyes.

One song blends into another as our bodies close every millimeter of distance. No words are spoken as the countdown begins. No promises are made when the clock strikes midnight. No way I’ll survive this man when his breath becomes mine. No chance I’ll see him again when swaying all night turns into dancing tongues. No possibility of keeping my promise of no bad boys when one hand grips my nape and the other squeezes my ass.

Alcohol has never really been my thing. The memory of the first time I drank heavy liquor in high school is enough to make my stomach sour, but the bourbon on this guy’s lips is the perfect mix of sweet and spicy. It’s, hands down, the most satisfying thing I’ve tasted since the ice cream I had after getting my tonsils removed when I was seven. I savor every fraction of a second, every slow glide of his tongue against mine, each time his lips pull back a fraction and turn up to smile against mine.

Without so much as one spoken word, this man has managed to master my body, persuading it to beg for more, coaxing whimpers from my mouth when he pulls away, only to ensure it pants a seductive moan when those skilled lips find my neck.

 

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Marie James is a full-time working mother of two amazing little boys and wife of almost 13 years. She enjoys reading in her spare time, and diet coke is always near. Central Texas is where Marie calls home and has lived most of her life. With 13 published books under her belt, she has no desire to stop writing anytime soon and has dozens of book ideas to keep her busy.
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RELEASE BLITZ- More Than a Memory by Marie James

 

 

Title: More Than a Memory
Author: Marie James
Genre: Contemporary Sports Romance
Release Date: November 9, 2016

 

Blurb

“You’re gorgeous. Even better looking than the day I fell in love with you.”The words are a constant reminder of what true love is. Olivia Dawson’s alarm goes off at the same time every day and she disappears into her room to hear Duncan’s voice, see his face, miss him even more for being untouchable. Olivia loves with her entire heart, and her love for Duncan is unmatched, but there’s something about her new roommate she just can’t seem to ignore—no matter how hard she tries.

“I miss you so much.”

“Can’t be more than I miss you.” The words are a constant reminder of how unavailable Olivia is, and Bryson Daniels isn’t one for competition off the baseball field, but since the moment he knocked on the door to his new apartment and his roommate “Ollie” wasn’t who he expected, he can’t help but consider bending a few of his rules—even if it means heeding to Olivia’s. 

“I love you, sweet cheeks. Chat with you later?” 

Bryson hears the conversations through the paper thin walls, but there’s a pain inside Olivia he can’t seem to walk away from. He vows to be there for her when the voice on the other side of the computer inevitably breaks her heart, but will he ever be able to compete with someone who’s more than a memory?

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EXCERPT

I join him on the couch and wait for the awkward conversation to pop up again. It’s not the first time he’s caught me appreciating his body, and if he keeps living here, it won’t be the last. In my defense, he’s practically half naked and cut like an Olympian. I’d like to meet a heterosexual woman who wouldn’t do a double take at a shirtless Bryson Daniels. I imagine the list would lean toward the geriatric end of the spectrum, or the blind.

“What are you doing?” he chastises as I scoot a sliver of watercress away from my food. “That’s the best part!”

I hold my plate up for him as he stabs the evil vegetable with his fork and pops it into his mouth.

Plush lips, strong jaw, and masculine slashed eyebrows—this man has everything going for him.

I give my head a slight shake and turn my attention back to the TV. He seems relaxed and unfazed by sitting on the couch beside me. I, on the other hand, am full of turmoil. His thigh is touching mine, his shoulder bumps mine every now and then, and my body shakes slightly when he laughs, ever aware of his proximity.

“You seem like a Hermione,” he says as Harry and Ron sit down beside her in the library.

I watch her with sad eyes as she struggles to remain proud and unaffected by the naysayers trying to pull her down. I’m nothing like her. She stands up to those who throw negativity her way. She faces adversity with her head held high. I cower and hide.

“I wish I were as strong as her,” I say, my voice low. “I used to be like her.”

“What changed?” I tilt my head in his direction, finding the softness in his voice matches the compassion in his eyes.

Looking away, I shake my head, trying my best not to let the tears stinging my eyes fall down my cheek.

“Hey,” Bryson says, reaching over and hooking a finger under my chin, “forget I said anything.”

His finger is gone just as fast, and I miss his touch immediately. My appetite gone, I lean forward and place my half eaten plate of food on the coffee table, the idea of hiding away in my room sounding better by the second.

“Nope,” Bryson says. Picking up my plate, he puts it back on my lap and points to the pile of broccoli. “None of that. Only those in the Slytherin house refuse to eat their vegetables. You’re not Slytherin, are you?”

I grin at his silliness. “Hufflepuff all the way.”

I pop a chunk of food in my mouth.“That’s what I thought.”

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Marie James: I’m a full-time, working mother of two boys and wife of 11 years. I’ve spent almost my entire lifetime living in central Texas, with only short stays in South Carolina, Alabama, and Florida. I’ve always wanted to write novels and just recently had the gumption to sit down and start one. My passions include reading everything under the sun and plotting out new books to write in the future.Kincaid is my 7th book. I’ve also written the Hale Series, Love ME Like That, and a FanFiction named Psychosis, featuring up and coming cover model, Matthew Hosea, as the main character. This book was done for fun and all of the proceeds are going to charity. All of my books are currently available on Amazon.

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COVER REVEAL- Teach Me Like That by Marie James

 

 

Title: Teach Me Like That
Series: LMLT #2 
Author: Marie James
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Essen-tial Design
Cover Model: The Wonderful Justin James Cadwell
 Release Date: September 27, 2016

 

Blurb

Thirty-three, single, and loving life.Construction worker by day and playboy by night. Kegan Cole has what many men can only dream about. A great job, incredible family, and more women fawning over him than he can count. What more could he ask for?

Lexi Carter spends her days teaching at a private school. Struggling to rebuild her life after tragedy nearly destroyed her, she doesn’t have the time or energy to invest in any arrangement that could lead to heartbreak. That includes the enigmatic Kegan Cole whose arrogance and sex appeal arrive long before he enters a room.

It doesn’t matter how witty, charming, and incredibly sexy he is. She plays games all day with her students and has no room in her life for games when it comes to men, and Kegan Cole has ‘love them and leave them’ written all over his handsome bearded face.

When Lexi doesn’t fall at his feet like every other woman before her, Kegan is forced off-script to pursue her because not convincing her to give in isn’t an option.

How can a man who hates lies be compatible with a woman who has more secrets than she can count?

Can a man set in his playboy ways become the man Lexi needs? More importantly, does he even want to?

This is a full-length novel that has adult language and descriptive sex scenes. It is NOT a student/teacher book. Both main characters are consenting adults.

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EXCERPT

I step into the school, head to the front office for my visitor’s pass, and pray the headmistress is gone or at least out of the office. Thankfully, the front office manager is the only one inside, and I’m on my way to the classroom a few minutes later.

Unfortunately, the classroom is empty, and I have no idea where to even look for the girls and their incredibly sexy teacher. I wander down the hall looking for someone to help me. My luck holds up when I peer in an open door and find the sexiest ass I’ve ever seen loading a shelf with colorful boxes of Kleenex.

“Finding Dory on a box of tissues is actually a thing?” I ask startling her.

Several boxes of tissues tumble to the ground, and I do the only chivalrous thing I can think of as she bends over to collect them. I grip a handful of her ass while she’s vulnerable. I expect her to slap my hand, punch me in the nuts… something. I did just walk and leave her yesterday after she came on my dick… twice. But, all I get from her is a shy smile.

“Amanda, one of the parents, brought those for her son. Apparently, rich kids are very particular about where their snot goes,” she explains.

“Ridiculous,” I mutter shaking my head.

She shrugs, placing the boxes back on the shelf. “Not really. You have to keep in mind that these kids are still very young. They believe a Ninja Turtle Band-Aid will fix a severed finger. If Finding Dory tissues are what keeps them from wiping snot on their shirts, hey, I’m all for it.”

“Good point,” I concede stepping in closer to her. I pull the door to the small supply closet closed as I crowd her, forcing her back against the shelving.

“What are you doing?” she asks quietly glancing over my shoulder as if some random person is going to walk in on us during the five minutes we’re here alone.

I flex my hips against her stomach. Her eyes widening means she feels my thickening erection in my jeans.

“Absolutely not,” she chastises. “You’re out of your mind.”

“I’ll be quick,” I promise in her ear before licking down her neck.

She groans and shudders against me. Her hands roam up my back as I take a handful of her dark hair in my hands, using my grip to tug her head back.

She presses her palms to my chest and urges me away. “I can’t,” she says.

“You already have,” I remind her.

“Yesterday didn’t happen, Kegan,” she says with an eerie sense of calm to her voice.

“I beg to differ, Lexi. If I recall, both of your orgasms were very real. You can’t deny something I’ll remember for the rest of my life. That’s just not fair.” I lean forward, resting her hands on my chest and nip at her earlobe.

“I’m not having sex in the supply closet of the school,” she hisses.

That’s what her mouth says, but it doesn’t stop her from tilting her head to the side so I can suck gently on the pulse point in her neck.

I remove one of her hands from my chest and guide it down my body until she’s gripping my cock. I roll my hips instinctively.

“We don’t have to fuck,” I tell her with a wicked smile on my face.

She shakes her head at my brazenness, but the smile never leaves her lips.

“I’m not sucking you off in the supply closet either,” she counters.

“You owe me,” I say with seriousness.

She huffs indignantly. “Owe you? How did you come to that conclusion?”

“That little wink and then taking off this morning,” I explain. “You could’ve avoided this if you’d just talked to me this morning.”

She cocks an eyebrow at me. “Is that so?”

I nod.

She grips my cock harder and leans in closer. I nearly lose my shit when I feel her hot breath on my neck. “You want a blowjob,” she taunts.

“No teeth,” I add.

She takes a step back. I’m coming to terms with the fact that she’s not the type of woman that’s going to hit her knees in a supply closet at her job, when I feel her nimble fingers open the top button on my jeans.

She reaches inside the loosened fabric and wraps her hand around my straining erection.

“That’s all you want?” I follow her line of sight as she lowers her eyes to my dick.

“For now,” I breathe when her fingernail scrapes gently over the head.

“I bet. And what do I—”

The door opens before she can finish her thought.

Scrambling, she pulls her hands from me, but there’s no denying what we’re doing in here. Our profiles are facing the open door, and well, my dick is out.

“What in the world is going on in here?”

I turn my eyes to the intruder. The headmistress.

I tuck myself back into my jeans and zip up. I don’t rush because there’s really no point.

A sniffle comes from Lexi, and when I look over at her, I notice a tear roll down her face. My gut clenches. I put her in this situation, and there’s no clear way to make things better for her.

Amelia crosses her arms over her chest and taps her foot.

“We have a clear no fraternization policy, Ms. Carter. Not to mention the fact that you’re also engaging in sexually deviant behaviors in the supply closet, during school hours.” The look she’s giving Lexi hints at more hatred than just getting caught with her hands on my cock, and for some reason, it rubs me the wrong way.

“Sexually deviant behavior? On school property?” I say turning my full attention to the spiked-heel bitch that’s berating Lexi.

“Yes,” Amelia spits. “This school has higher standards than teachers who are involved in such things.”

“Really?” I hiss at her doing my best to keep my voice down because we are in an elementary school. “Where were your complaints about school property and sexual deviance when I was fucking you in the ass on your desk a couple months back?”

Amelia’s indignant attitude falters, but it’s the gasp coming from my right that demands my attention.

My fucking mouth.

I watch as full realization dawns in Lexi’s reddened eyes. Her face switches back and forth, looking at me then Amelia.

The slap in the face that comes a second later is much less than I deserve. I close my eyes, unwilling to watch Lexi as she walks away.

“A little too much attitude for a fuck toy, don’t you think?”

My blood boils at Amelia’s words. “Don’t ever talk about her like that.”

She disregards my anger and sidles closer, attempting to run her long fingernail down my chest. I step out of her reach.

“Don’t be angry, Mr. Cole. I can satisfy you more than she ever could. Since when do you go after the homely kind?”

I dump every ounce of my gentleman nature at my feet and close the distance between us. Her seductive smirk tells me she’s not reading the situation right.

“Since fucking whores like you left me unsatisfied.”

I turn my back on her and reach for the door handle.

“She’ll lose her job for this,” she spits.

A single calming breath is all I allow before I turn back to her. “If she loses her job for touching my dick in a closet, imagine what will happen when they find out you got fucked in the ass while an apple paperweight was shoved in your dirty cunt.”

She finally takes a hint and backs away from me. My fists clench, but I know even as enraged as I am, I’d never hit a woman. I walk away from her as calmly as I can to get the girls and get the hell out of here.

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Marie James: I’m a full-time, working mother of two boys and wife of 11 years. I’ve spent almost my entire lifetime living in central Texas, with only short stays in South Carolina, Alabama, and Florida. I’ve always wanted to write novels and just recently had the gumption to sit down and start one. My passions include reading everything under the sun and plotting out new books to write in the future.Kincaid is my 7th book. I’ve also written the Hale Series, Love ME Like That, and a FanFiction named Psychosis, featuring up and coming cover model, Matthew Hosea, as the main character. This book was done for fun and all of the proceeds are going to charity. All of my books are currently available on Amazon.

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Title: Shadow
Series: Cerberus MC #3
Author: Marie James
Genre: Contemporary Romance / MC
Cover Designer: Kari Ayasha
Cover Model: Travis DesLaurier
Release Date: August 3, 2016

 

Blurb

Morrison “Shadow” Griggs, VP of the Cerberus MC, is a force to be reckoned with. Women fall at his feet, willing to do almost anything for a night with him.



Misty Bowen is the exception. She’s young and impressionable, but with her religious upbringing, she’s able to resist Shadow’s advances… for a while at least.



Never one to look back on past conquests, Shadow is surprised that he’s intrigued by Misty, which only grows more when she seems to be done with him without a word.



Being ghosted by a twenty-one-year-old is not the norm where he’s concerned, and the rejection doesn’t sit right with him.



Life goes on, however, until Misty shows up on the doorstep of the Cerberus MC clubhouse with a surprise that rocks his entire world off of its axis.



With only the clothes on her back and the consequences of her lies and deceit, Misty needs help now more than she ever has. Alone in the world and desperate for help, she turns to the one man she thought she’d never see again.



Shadow would never turn his back on a woman in need, but his inability to forgive has always been his main character flaw. Unintended circumstances have cast Misty into his life, but will he have the ability to keep his distance when her situation necessitates a closeness he’s never dreamed of having with a woman?

EXCERPT

“Fancy seeing you here, Darlin’,” I whisper into the neck of the familiar female.



I see her smile, turning her head slightly toward mine.



“Shadow,” she says softly as if she’s seen me prior to now and was waiting for me to come to her.



“Let’s dance,” I say grabbing her hand and walking her out to the small dance floor.



I met Misty Bowen months ago when several of the Cerberus MC members traveled to Denver with Kincaid, our president, to help find his cousin’s abducted girlfriend. She was working in the front office of the school Josie worked at and was abducted from. Being there was routine for me, part of my job was to canvas the area and see if anyone had seen anything unusual leading up to the kidnapping.



What wasn’t routine was my heart skipping a beat and my cock thickening in my jeans at the sight of the young, dark-haired beauty answering calls at the front desk of the elementary school. Not one to deny myself, I pursued her relentlessly in my down time in Denver, finally catching her a few days before the mission ended in finding Josie alive, tied up in a closet in a meth den. It was actually Misty who called and gave me the heads up that a little girl came and reported her parents for keeping a woman tied up in their house.



She was the consummate, attentive lover, keen on any suggestion I made. We’re back in Denver for Josie and Kaleb’s wedding. I’m slow dancing with the girl I never thought I’d see again. To be honest, I’m an asshole, and I haven’t given her much thought since the last time I climbed out of the hotel bed, leaving her asleep without so much as a kiss on the cheek.



Seeing her now with her dark hair pulled up high on her head, leaves me with a little bit of regret, wondering if I shouldn’t have handled things differently. She’s gorgeous in her conservative, black dress as we sway to the music. I came to this wedding with every intention of finding a chick to take back to my room, but I also never considered that Misty would be here. It’s perfect actually because I know she’ll be willing to accompany me without much of a fight. This gives me more time with her body than if I had to woo some other chick tonight.“I guess I should have expected you to be here,” I say into her hair as I lead her around the dance floor. “I know you and Josie are friends.”


She nods. “I wouldn’t have missed it for the world. I didn’t think the rescuing bikers would come back though.”



“We always show up for family,” I say in explanation.



The song fades from one song to another more upbeat song, one I wouldn’t be caught dead dancing to. “I’m gonna grab drink, Darlin’. I know you’re not old enough, but you want a water? Coke maybe?”



She grins mischievously. “I’ll have a martini.” I cock an eyebrow at her. “I turned twenty-one last month.”



“Martini it is,” I say wrapping my arm around her waist as we make our way to the bar.



We drink. We dance. We stumble to my room in the hotel a few hours later.



Through the haze of alcohol, I clumsily remove her clothes, licking, kissing, and sucking every inch of her body that comes close to my mouth. She does the same.



She was shy and reserved the first time I managed to get her under me, but in a matter of days I managed to turn her into the minx she is now pawing at my clothes.



“Fuck,” I groan when she bites my nipple just a little too hard.

I pick her up and toss her on the bed, undressing myself to avoid further injury to either one of us. I grab the condom from my wallet before shucking off my slacks. I’m sure I pop a button off my white shirt in my haste to get it off my body.

I stare over at her, legs spread wide, hands groping at her full breasts.

“Damn, Darlin’,” I say walking to the bed and tearing at the condom wrapper with my teeth. “Don’t get started without me.”



I crawl between her legs. The shift in the mattress causes me to lose my balance. I fall to my side, but right myself quickly. I pick up the rubber that bounced out of my hand and begin rolling it down my throbbing cock, watching Misty’s face. Her eyes are hooded, and looking down to the apex of her thighs I can see her arousal glistening in the low light of the room.



“Goddamn it,” I spit when the thin latex tears in my fingers.



“What’s wrong?” she purrs.



I rip the ruined condom off my cock and sit back on my heels, hands on my thighs. “That was my only fucking condom.”

She shakes her head. “I’m on the pill,” she pants reaching for my dick, stroking it in long firm pulls. “I haven’t been with anyone since you.”



I pull her hand off me, but rather than tell her that’s not going to happen, the bourbon changes my mind. I spread her legs and line my bare cock against her entrance.



“Yes,” she begs.



I thrust into her in one stroke, loving the way she encapsulates me. Hot, tight, perfect pussy quivers along my length as I lean over her. Slanting my mouth slightly, I kiss her sloppily. She doesn’t seem to mind and gives just as good as she gets.



I feel her legs wrap around my hips, and I plunge even deeper. I can feel her breasts shifting and moving from the pounding, relentless drives of my hips.



Her whimper is the first sign of her impending orgasm, so I grind my hips, rotating my body against her clit. Nails dig deep into my back as she clenches around me. I swallow her cries of ecstasy and give her mine as I explode inside of her.

“Fuck, Misty.” I kiss her again. “This pussy is going to be the death of me.”



She nips at my chin as I pull out of her and flop on my back. My breathing is erratic, and I hate the way the cold air hits my dick so soon after leaving the warmth of her body. I hear my cell phone chime a text. Looking at the bedside table, I see that it’s after two in the morning. Only important shit hits my phone this late.



I reach into the pocket of my slacks and pull my phone out.



Kincaid: Wrench is in town. Get your ass over here.



Kincaid and Emmalyn are staying at Kaleb and Josie’s tonight, and he has a pretty good sixth sense about shit like this, so I know he’s not just being overprotective over his girl.

I climb out of the bed and begin pulling my clothes back on. Once dressed, I lean over Misty who still has a sated smile on her face.

“I have to go, Darlin’.”



Her smile falters slightly before she tugs her lips back up. I lean in and take her dark nipple into my mouth, sucking it to a hardened peak. I mentioned I’m an asshole right? I need to make sure that she’s down to meet up again should I find my way back to Denver anytime soon.



I kiss her long and hard before walking out of the room to make sure my club president and his woman are safe.

 

 

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Marie James: I’m a full-time, working mother of two boys and wife of 11 years. I’ve spent almost my entire lifetime living in central Texas, with only short stays in South Carolina, Alabama, and Florida. I’ve always wanted to write novels and just recently had the gumption to sit down and start one. My passions include reading everything under the sun and plotting out new books to write in the future.Kincaid is my 7th book. I’ve also written the Hale Series, Love ME Like That, and a FanFiction named Psychosis, featuring up and coming cover model, Matthew Hosea, as the main character. This book was done for fun and all of the proceeds are going to charity. All of my books are currently available on Amazon.

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Title: Kid
Series: Cerberus MC #2
Author: Marie James
Genre: Romance/Contemporary/MC
 Release Date: June 22, 2016

 

Blurb

KhloeWhen Khloe Devaro’s best friend and fiancé is lost to the war in Iraq, she’s beyond distraught. Her intentions of joining him in the afterlife are thwarted by a Cerberus Motorcycle club member. Too young to do anything on her own, the only alternative she has now is to take Kid up on his offer to stay at the MC Clubhouse. As if that’s not a disaster waiting to happen, but anything is better than returning to the foster home she’s been forced to live in the last three years.

“Kid”

Dustin “Kid” Andrews spent four years as a Marine; training, fighting, and learning how to survive the most horrendous of conditions. He never imagined that holding a BBQ fundraiser for a local fallen soldier would end up as the catalyst that turns his world upside down. Resisting his attraction for a girl he’s not even certain is of legal age was easy, until he’s forced to intervene when her intentions become clear. All his training is wasted as far as he’s concerned, since none of that will help him when it comes to Khloe.

Will the self-proclaimed man-whore sleep with a woman in every country he visits as planned, or will the beautiful, yet feisty girl living down the hall throw a wrench in his plan?

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EXCERPT

I take in every inch of him, noticing first his muscular arms and wide shoulders. I see part of a tattoo peeking out from the arm of his t-shirt. The tiny hint makes me want to see it all. I’ve always been partial to inked bodies, loving how a story can be told in ink rather than words.
His dark, brown beard is ridiculously neat, trimmed to perfection. It surrounds pouty, kissable lips. I can’t help but wonder if he has chest hair. I’ve always been attracted to very masculine men. I realize how much of a freak I am, staring at this stranger, itching to see the rest of his tattoos and wondering what he’d look like naked, how my fingers would feel caressing his skin.
Soothing brown eyes look back at me, almost pleading with me to change my views of the world. His hair is longer on top than on the sides, tousled and messy as if he’s been running his hands through it for hours. Sexy, this man is incredibly sexy. He has an edge of danger to him, but at the same time, he seems completely approachable. He’s a wash of contradictions.
“I’m sorry about your fiancé,” he says reaching his hand out to take mine.
I pull away immediately, unable to hide the quiver in my lip at the mention of Alec.
“Don’t,” I say unsure of what the word is in reference to. Don’t touch me. Don’t mention the death of my best friend. Don’t walk out of here and leave me alone.
A few minutes of peace are all I’ve gotten since Alec’s death. A handful of times over the last couple of weeks my mind would shut down, and I forget, briefly, just how much I’ve lost. I got that reprieve looking at Kid until he ruined it by opening his mouth.
Why do people always feel the need to speak? Why verbalize the pain others are feeling? Sometimes just sitting, being available if needed is the best thing you can do.
“He’s my best friend,” I say on a choked sob. I have no idea why I’m telling him this. I don’t know why I feel the need to ease the hurt I saw in his eyes when I pulled my hand away from his touch. “Was. I lost my best friend.”
“Yeah,” he says, his voice full of sorrow. “I know what that feels like.”
I pull my eyes from looking at my own hands and look back at him. For the first time, I notice dog tags hanging around his neck. Small pieces of metal, unassuming for the most part, but I know they tell a story. Every soldier who wears them has one. It seems in a time of war, those stories get harder to tell.
Kid is young. I know he’s older than me. Even with an unmarred face and bright young eyes, he’s got an air about him that lets you know he’s seen more than most. He’s suffered more than most.
I immediately feel some sort of kindred-ship with him. I begin to shut the little part of myself down that he somehow forced me to open. He’s so young; there’s a good chance he’s still a soldier, and there’s no guarantee that any of them are safe. It’s best to just keep every one of them at a distance.
“You’re in the Army?” I finally manage to ask, angling my head at the tags around his neck.
I watch as he reaches his hand up and touches them as if he’s worn them so long he’s forgotten that they’re even there.
“I was in the Marines,” he answers quickly. “I’ve been out for a couple years now.”
“How old are you?” Was a soldier? No longer in the service? He doesn’t look old enough.
“Twenty-four.”
Six years older than me. I shake my head, knowing he sees nothing but a child sitting here in this bed. Not that I expect anything different, but I’m tired of being viewed as a child.

 

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Marie James: I’m a full-time, working mother of two boys and wife of 11 years. I’ve spent almost my entire lifetime living in central Texas, with only short stays in South Carolina, Alabama, and Florida. I’ve always wanted to write novels and just recently had the gumption to sit down and start one. My passions include reading everything under the sun and plotting out new books to write in the future.Kincaid is my 7th book. I’ve also written the Hale Series, Love ME Like That, and a FanFiction named Psychosis, featuring up and coming cover model, Matthew Hosea, as the main character. This book was done for fun and all of the proceeds are going to charity. All of my books are currently available on Amazon.

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Title: Kid

Series: Cerberus MC #2

Author: Marie James

Genre: Romance/Contemporary/MC

Cover Design: Kari Ayasha

Cover Model: Nathan Hainline  

 Release Date: June 22, 2016

 

Blurb

 

Khloe

When Khloe Devaro’s best friend and fiancé is lost to the war in Iraq, she’s beyond distraught. Her intentions of joining him in the afterlife are thwarted by a Cerberus Motorcycle club member. Too young to do anything on her own, the only alternative she has now is to take Kid up on his offer to stay at the MC Clubhouse. As if that’s not a disaster waiting to happen, but anything is better than returning to the foster home she’s been forced to live in the last three years.

“Kid”

Dustin “Kid” Andrews spent four years as a Marine; training, fighting, and learning how to survive the most horrendous of conditions. He never imagined that holding a BBQ fundraiser for a local fallen soldier would end up as the catalyst that turns his world upside down. Resisting his attraction for a girl he’s not even certain is of legal age was easy, until he’s forced to intervene when her intentions become clear. All his training is wasted as far as he’s concerned, since none of that will help him when it comes to Khloe.

Will the self-proclaimed man-whore sleep with a woman in every country he visits as planned, or will the beautiful, yet feisty girl living down the hall throw a wrench in his plan?

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EXCERPT

I take in every inch of him, noticing first his muscular arms and wide shoulders. I see part of a tattoo peeking out from the arm of his t-shirt. The tiny hint makes me want to see it all. I’ve always been partial to inked bodies, loving how a story can be told in ink rather than words.

His dark, brown beard is ridiculously neat, trimmed to perfection. It surrounds pouty, kissable lips. I can’t help but wonder if he has chest hair. I’ve always been attracted to very masculine men. I realize how much of a freak I am, staring at this stranger, itching to see the rest of his tattoos and wondering what he’d look like naked, how my fingers would feel caressing his skin.

Soothing brown eyes look back at me, almost pleading with me to change my views of the world. His hair is longer on top than on the sides, tousled and messy as if he’s been running his hands through it for hours. Sexy, this man is incredibly sexy. He has an edge of danger to him, but at the same time, he seems completely approachable. He’s a wash of contradictions.

“I’m sorry about your fiancé,” he says reaching his hand out to take mine.

I pull away immediately, unable to hide the quiver in my lip at the mention of Alec.

“Don’t,” I say unsure of what the word is in reference to. Don’t touch me. Don’t mention the death of my best friend. Don’t walk out of here and leave me alone.

A few minutes of peace are all I’ve gotten since Alec’s death. A handful of times over the last couple of weeks my mind would shut down, and I forget, briefly, just how much I’ve lost. I got that reprieve looking at Kid until he ruined it by opening his mouth.

Why do people always feel the need to speak? Why verbalize the pain others are feeling? Sometimes just sitting, being available if needed is the best thing you can do.

“He’s my best friend,” I say on a choked sob. I have no idea why I’m telling him this. I don’t know why I feel the need to ease the hurt I saw in his eyes when I pulled my hand away from his touch. “Was. I lost my best friend.”

“Yeah,” he says, his voice full of sorrow. “I know what that feels like.”

I pull my eyes from looking at my own hands and look back at him. For the first time, I notice dog tags hanging around his neck. Small pieces of metal, unassuming for the most part, but I know they tell a story. Every soldier who wears them has one. It seems in a time of war, those stories get harder to tell.

Kid is young. I know he’s older than me. Even with an unmarred face and bright young eyes, he’s got an air about him that lets you know he’s seen more than most. He’s suffered more than most.

I immediately feel some sort of kindred-ship with him. I begin to shut the little part of myself down that he somehow forced me to open. He’s so young; there’s a good chance he’s still a soldier, and there’s no guarantee that any of them are safe. It’s best to just keep every one of them at a distance.

“You’re in the Army?” I finally manage to ask, angling my head at the tags around his neck.

I watch as he reaches his hand up and touches them as if he’s worn them so long he’s forgotten that they’re even there.

“I was in the Marines,” he answers quickly. “I’ve been out for a couple years now.”

“How old are you?” Was a soldier? No longer in the service? He doesn’t look old enough.

“Twenty-four.”

Six years older than me. I shake my head, knowing he sees nothing but a child sitting here in this bed. Not that I expect anything different, but I’m tired of being viewed as a child.

 

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AUTHOR BIO

 

Marie James: I’m a full-time, working mother of two boys and wife of 11 years. I’ve spent almost my entire lifetime living in central Texas, with only short stays in South Carolina, Alabama, and Florida. I’ve always wanted to write novels and just recently had the gumption to sit down and start one. My passions include reading everything under the sun and plotting out new books to write in the future.

Kincaid is my 7th book. I’ve also written the Hale Series, Love ME Like That, and a FanFiction named Psychosis, featuring up and coming cover model, Matthew Hosea, as the main character. This book was done for fun and all of the proceeds are going to charity. All of my books are currently available on Amazon.

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