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BBW reporter Zoe Delacourte thinks she's found the perfect story to make her career when she stumbles across Jax Traeger and Hunter Ericksen — bad boys from the wrong side of the tracks, running the notorious motorcycle club, the Kings of Asphalt. Some might call them bad men. They have wicked rides and rap sheets but all Zoe sees is two incredibly hot men and she can't stop herself from falling head over heels.
Jax and Hunter they don't see a fat girl — they see a sexy woman they can't wait to have in their arms. But loving them might just get Zoe killed.
Motorcycle club hot romance - suitable age range: adult
Kings of Asphalt is a novella of approximately 41,000 words and the first book in the Club Chrome series.
The Club Chrome series by Alexx Andria:
Kings of Asphalt
All Dogs Bite
Up In Flames
“A brunette with curves…I like. It’s as if Dimas read my mind.”
Zoe whirled at the sound of the sultry voice at her back and she found herself staring at the most sinfully handsome man she’d ever seen. Lounging like a giant jungle cat on the worn black leather sofa, Jax Traeger’s stare burned two holes into her soul as he regarded her with open interest. Goodness, he was handsome…in a dirty, I-will-likely-break-your-heart-and-ruin-your-credit sort of way. She hadn’t expected that. Talk about being blindsided. There’d been precious few pictures of Jax on the Internet. It seemed the bad boy was camera shy, go figure. “I-I’m sorry…I think your guy got the wrong idea…”
One black slash of a brow went up in question and he leaned forward, saying, “Which would be?”
“The idea that I’m…oh, I don’t know…um, available for…” Shut up, you idiot! This was what deep cover was all about! Right. Inhaling a discreet, stabilizing breath, she straightened and braved a smile as she sauntered over to Jax, ignoring the flutters in her belly as his gaze darkened with interest. “Available for just anyone.”
“Oh? Isn’t that the whole idea behind being a whore?”
“A ww-hore? Excuse me? I’m not—“
“You’re not what?” His smile slowly faded. “Then you’re not from Dimas and if that’s the case…just who are you?”
Oh crap. Her damn mouth. “I-I just mean…well, of course, I’m from Dimas. I was just taken aback for a minute. I mean, well, I wasn’t sure I was in the right place.” Faster than she could react, he had her pressed up against the wood paneling, crowding her personal space and sending her heartrate through the roof. He smelled of leathers, a cool midnight ride, and the faint wisp of alcohol clinging to the edge as if as a reminder that his angelic face and body was simply a ruse to lure unsuspecting women to their doom. It should’ve repulsed her — truly, bad boys weren’t to her tastes — but she was oddly, and dangerously thrilled by the threat of caged violence she saw in his eyes and could see rippling through his biceps as he pressed forward. Was he going to ravage her right there like a modern day pirate or simply punt her outside the doors with a growled warning? Was she crazy for hoping — for a wild, irresponsible moment — that he would choose to grind those sensual lips across hers as punishment for daring to breach their inner sanctum? Yeah, don’t answer that. She already knew — it was fucking lunancy.
I’ve spent my entire life avoiding trouble, unlike my brother Butcher. But when Cason O’Connor kidnaps me, I’m shocked that I’m now being used as a pawn for my brother’s crimes. I should hate my captor, but I don’t. I hunger for his touch, I crave his intensity, I feel alive for the first time in my life. Will he be willing to abandon his plot for revenge or will I be nothing but payback?
The plan is simple—kidnap Holly Brannon, baby sister of the man who shot mine. Revenge should be sweet. I’ll torture the only person he loves. Instead, I’m the one being tortured by this fiery redhead with incredible curves. I’m obsessed with her. Now I must choose between making Butcher pay for his crimes and my desire to possess Holly, no matter the consequence. She was my victim—now she’s my woman. And I’ll never let her go.
Publisher's Note: This is a bad boy romance with dark themes. No cliffhangers. Guaranteed HEA, wild-thrill-ride-of-a-read that'll leave you breathless. Is it realistic? Not really. If you want reality, you can watch the evening news. But if you want to lose yourself for a few hours, you're going to love Payback. Oh! As an added bonus...another FULL-LENGTH NOVEL is included in this download!
A sweet, curvy cutie and a hardened bad boy on the run...what possibly go wrong?
Delainey Jones is curvy, a bit naive, and dreams of a bad boy who will take her breath away.
But she never imagined a hard-as-nails MC leader who is as bad as they come might climb through her window in the dead of night, needing her help. But Delainey’s compassionate nature might be her undoing because this man isn’t the kind a sweet, trusting woman like Delainey should let in her bed…or her heart. In fact, he’s the worst kind of man for a woman like her, but what's a girl to do when a figment of her hottest, wettest dreams just drops into her lap?
Bronx Harris just wants to survive the night. Bleeding and running from an unknown enemy, he climbs into the first open window he can find and collapses at Delainey’s feet.
He doesn’t know what to think of the sexy strawberry blonde with the banging curves, but he’s down with using the pretty plump girl as his personal nurse.
But all too soon, Bronx finds himself feeling more than he should — more than what’s safe — for the innocent woman.
Bronx is going to take what he wants — even though he knows he’ll never be the man she deserves.
But the collateral damage from two worlds colliding might just take them both down.
Author's Note: This novel is part of the Club Chrome series. If you haven't already, please check out KINGS OF ASPHALT and UP IN FLAMES!
This might be her chance to take a stroll on the crazy side, to do something so insanely inappropriate that she wouldn’t be able to talk about it in polite company without stammering and blushing and wanting to hide under the sofa for fear of being judged.
Her bathroom began to fill with steam and she realized she’d been hiding for too long.
You got this. Take the bull by the horns, er, or well, just grab something, girl and stop being such a pansy! Right! “Are you ready for me?” she called out and his answer nearly undid her.
“Not the right question, babe. The right question is…are you ready for me?”
Delainey squeezed her eyes shut and crossed her fingers — for what, she wasn’t sure — but it seemed like the right thing to do and then, head lifted and shoulders squared, she returned to the living room to find Bronx waiting — naked and definitely ready.
Oh. Damn. Wild side officially commencing.
Angel Dean knows from experience, James “Pyro” DeMarco ruins lives — because he ruined hers.
Her older sister Ashley was brutally murdered because of Pyro and Angel has never forgiven him.
Angel just wants a clean start but someone wants Pyro dead and they’re going to use Angel to get it done. Forced to earn his trust and then betray him, Angel must do whatever she can to deliver Pyro or else someone else she loves dearly is going to die.
Pyro doesn’t believe in redemption or second chances but when Angel shows up on his doorstep in desperate need of help, he feels obligated to do what he can because of what’d went down all those years ago.
But the best of intentions never seem to work out in Pyro’s world and soon enough he’s fighting an attraction that defies reason — and will most certainly end badly for them both if he’s not careful.
Can love survive the heat of betrayal or will everything go up in flames?
Find out in the thrilling final book in Alexx Andria’s Club Chrome series!
“Go back to bed, Angel.” “I’m not a kid anymore,” she dared, taking a step closer. “I haven’t been a kid since the day you got my sister killed so don’t go and pretend like you’ve got some moral line you won’t cross. It’s nothing but lip service and I’m in no mood to hear it.” His strained chuckle rang a chord deep inside her and she wondered if she could handle someone like Pyro. He was dangerous, raw and primal, which meant sex with him wouldn’t be a quickie, one and done. She was wearing one of his old tees but she might as well been naked. His gaze raked her body and the hunger in his eyes stole her breath. She’d never known anyone to look at her that way — as if he were desperate to devour her — and it was intoxicating. He stalked toward her and in spite of herself, she backed away until she was pressed against the wall. He framed her on both sides, staring down at her with something that she couldn’t put her finger on — maybe something he didn’t want to feel — and she stared up at him, daring him to take it to the next level. “What if I told you that I wanted you? Would that soothe whatever womanly ego you’ve got going on?” “Don’t mock me,” she growled with genuine anger. “I never asked you to play the hero. I know you’re not a good guy and I’m not expecting anything more from you than a place to crash for a few days. If you can’t see me as a woman, and not the kid you left behind, that’s your loss, buddy.” She went to push him away but he hoisted her onto his hips before sealing his mouth to hers in a brutal invasion that was neither sweet nor gentle but seemed fitting for what they were both aiming for.
UP IN FLAMES is the third in the series and a great stand-alone novella but the Club Chrome series is as follows:
KINGS OF ASPHALT
ALL DOGS BITE
I could make her. Or break her. I plan to do both…
I don’t like the word ‘no.’
Especially when the word comes from the lips of the curviest, most gorgeous blonde I’ve ever seen. Elizabeth Downing thinks she can give me the brush-off. Maybe because she has no idea what kind of cold, ruthless bastard she’s dealing with.
Or that I own the best art gallery in town.
She wants to sell her paintings. I can make that happen. She wants to support her disabled sister. I can make that happen too. I can make her dreams come true, but they won’t come cheap. Once she signs my iron-clad contract, I’ll own her. She’s a virgin and has no clue about the dark things I have in store for her soft, tempting and untouched body…
“You have a lot to learn, my pet,” he warned, though he seemed to take pleasure in the idea of doling out the lesson. “You’ve broken the rules with impunity and it’s my job as your master to teach you the error of your ways.”
“You’re not my master,” she spat, eyes burning at the pain of his grip. She knew finger bruises were going to pop along her arm where his fingertips dug. “I’m a human being! You can’t own me and you never will.”
“You signed a contract. No matter that you chafe at the conditions after the fact — you will adhere to the letter of my law or face the consequences.”
“I don’t want to be your slave and you don’t have the right to demand access to my private thoughts and feelings,” she said, choking on her tears. “Why are you doing this to me? I’m nobody! I’ve never done anything to deserve this crap that’s happening to me.”
“Life isn’t fair,” he returned coldly. “You’re not a child; it’s time to stop acting like one. Life is what you make it. You took the opportunity presented to you and now you have to see it through. End of story.”
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The Buchanan Series is comprised of:
- Bought By The Billionaire Brothers
- The Buchanan's Baby
- The Buchanan's Redemption
It’s only temporary, baby. Don’t go catching feelings because I will tear you apart.
Mari Jones is an itch under my skin that I can’t satisfy. The sassy, long-legged cocktail waitress is everything I shouldn’t want. Smart-mouthed, take-no-shit, sexy-as-hell, and the worst thing I could throw into my life but I want her.
The thing is…I’ve always wanted her.
She doesn’t remember me but I’ve never forgotten her.
And now I’m going to put her into my bed.
Don’t get me wrong — I’m not about forever — I see what I want and I find a way to get it but it’s always a temporary fix.
No amount of money in the world can fix what’s broken inside me — and I should know, I’m fucking loaded — so don’t even try.
I’m damaged. Broken to the core.
If she catches feelings, I’m going to ruin her.
Even though I know I should walk, I can’t.
She’s everything I ever wanted…everything I will never deserve to have.
Right or wrong…she’s mine.
Publisher's Note: This is a full-length novel at 40,000 words. It's everything you've come to expect in an Alexx Andria read — hot sex, witty banter, and dark angst — if that sounds like your thing, feel free to one-click this bad boy billionaire and settle in for a deliciously wicked and entertaining time. Oh, and fans of Alexx's Buchanan series...you might just recognize a character or two. Enjoy!
“I want you, Mari,” Gage stated, leaning back, kicking his leg out casually beneath the scratched and ruined table. “Name your price.”
“N-name my price?” I stuttered, incredulous. “What does that mean? And what makes you think I even have a price that I would offer? I’m not a vendor at a flea market, ready to haggle over an item…especially when that item is me.”
His smirk did crazy things to my belly even as his answer pissed me off fresh. “Everyone has a price. Even you. I'm willing to bet your price is a lot lower than you think it would be.”
Oh, hell no, what? “Did you just insult me?”
“Not at all. Just sharing a bit of what I know about human nature.”
“Well, you don’t know shit about me,” I said, rising. “I’m done with this ridiculous game. I don’t care how rich you are, you can’t buy me.”
Screw Manny and his greed. He could find someone else to pander to the rich jerk, I was out.
“You’re broke. You’ll be homeless by the end of the month because you can’t pay your rent and something tells me you aren’t going to make enough in tips to get what you need by month’s end.”
His calm voice at my back froze my feet. I turned slowly. “How the hell do you know my personal business?”
He waved away my question as if I were naive. “Nothing is private, sweetheart. I can get everything I need to know about you with the push of a button. Financial records are the easiest.” He paused only to punctuate his point. “Is my intel wrong? Do you have a secret stash of cash in your mattress that you’re holding onto for a rainy day?”
No, he wasn't wrong — Gage knew how precarious my situation w
He was the right kind of wrong for a woman with a broken heart.
I blew up my marriage, ran from everything I’d ever known to take a chance on a fresh start for me and my girls in a new place.
For too long my ex had chipped away at who I was until I no longer recognized myself in the mirror. My mission was to find the woman I’d lost while trying to be someone I wasn’t.
I never imagined I’d meet a man like Dash Abhrams.
Tall, lean and made to give a woman hot dreams, he was everything I needed to avoid if I was going to make a go at this new life.
But Dash was hard to ignore.
Especially when his eyes told a story I was yearning to hear.
Still I tried to keep my distance.
Until that one night…
And then, all bets were off.
Was it guaranteed self-destruction or soulmates finally coming together?
I guess we would find out.
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I don’t do love or commitment — but I want to do her.
Remi O’Rourke is saving that luscious, curvy body for the man she’s going to marry, which means she’s off-limits.
As the CEO of a billion-dollar company, when I see something I want, I go after it. The first time Remi walks into my office, I know she’s going to be mine, she just didn’t know it yet.
Sassy, smart, and funny, Remi isn’t like any woman I’ve ever known and I’m hooked. But what my wealth and influence can’t do, one unexpected snowed-in weekend just might!
The Flirt Club does it again!
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Laird told himself he was playing a part for the sake of protecting the club, Malvagio. When his part was done, he walked away.
Except, Lana never truly left his heart.
And that's a problem.
Lana Winters, still struggling to overcome what'd happened to her in the darkened halls of the notorious club owned by the Buchanan family, wants nothing to do with men or relationships...especially someone like Laird.
But there's something about Laird that draws her out of her shell and forces her to confront her feelings for the man, despite the danger he poses to her still fragile heart.
I knew the moment I saw her — she was meant to be mine.
Except we are all wrong for each other. Complete opposites.
I’m a widower and CEO of my own company in Dublin; she’s a California girl with sunshine in her heart and fire in her hair.
Our chemistry is off the charts, electric and dangerous.
Her name tastes like sweetness in my mouth; her breathy sighs ignite my soul.
I want her like I’ve never wanted another human being and I’m going to make her mine.
It’s time to pack your bags, darlings! We’re headed to Dublin!
The Flirt Club authors are teaming up to bring you more than a pot of gold!
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This shared world brings together Amazon and USA Today bestselling authors Fiona Starr, Angel Devlin, Tracy Lorraine, Rebecca Gallo, Olivia Hawthorne, Laney Powell, Kim Lorraine, Frankie Love, Rebecca Norinne, Alexx Andria, Dori Lavelle, and Derek Masters!
Who’s ready to get shamrocked?!
She can fight all she wants, but she’s still going down…
Tana Brooks controls her family’s historic hotel, a property I aim to get my hands on. The lovely spitfire thinks she can fight me and save her family’s legacy — no matter the cost. My first meeting with her starts with my goal of buying the hotel. But one look at Tana and my priorities change.
I’d like to buy the Manhattan Hotel, but I need to own Tana.
What else do I need? To kiss every inch of Tana’s tempting curves. To see her perfect lips wrapped around my fat c*ck. To keep her in my bed and to claim her sweet, tight body…
This stand-alone novel is connected to the Buchanan Billionaire series with scorching love scenes and an HEA meant to melt your heart. PUSHED is book 2 in the Billionaire Buchanan Romance series.
Buchanan Romance by USA Today bestselling author Alexx Andria — No one loves like a Buchanan...
from the minute he sees Julianna Holly, he'll stop at nothing to have
her in his bed but the tide turns when Julianna turns up pregnant and
runs away. Now, Boston is determined to drag her back to his bed --
whether she's willing or not.
Julianna is in a terrible position. Not only is she knocked up but she
may have gone and fallen for the jerk, too. However, Julianna is no
push-over and she might just have to find a way to forget about Boston
Kincaid if she wants to save her heart. Now, if only her heart would
This is the second installment of a three-part serial. Enjoy!
"If that baby is mine..."
"Quit saying that, you know it's yours!"
His gaze roamed hers and for the briefest moment she thought she saw
desperate hope glimmering in his dark eyes that caused a traitorous leap
in her heart. No, don't do that, she told herself, horrified that she
would care about his feelings. He'd done this to her on purpose. He'd
tricked her. That was the only answer. But even as she cursed him
silently for what he'd done, she wasn't prepared for the soft touch of
his lips brushing against hers as he said, "If what you say is true...then
we truly created a miracle and nothing will keep me from my child." He
deepened the kiss and her knees threatened to buckle, damn him. "Not
even if its mother hates me," he murmured and she swallowed a cry as he
abruptly let her go. "Richard will take you home. I have calls to make."
And then he left her to stare after him. Julianna wiped away the remnant
of his kisses and ground the tears from her eyes. She ought to grab a
cab and screw Boston with his dictates but even as the defiant thought
blazed across her thoughts, she sank back down on the bed and knew she'd
await Richard to ferry her back to Boston's house because in a way, his
place had become more like home than her apartment, even with the gaudy
gold-plated bathroom fixtures that she hated.
Why? Ah crap, because as much as she hated to admit it...it was because at
night, Boston crawled into bed with her and they slept entwined with
one another, as if they were carved from the same block of wood to fit
together. Dumb bad luck.
Julianna glanced down at her belly and her breath hitched in her throat
as the sobering thought of motherhood weighed on her shoulders.
She squeezed her eyes shut and a tentacle of fear reached from a dark
place and curled around her thoughts. Women died giving birth. It was
rare -- but it happened. It was a worst-case scenario...and it'd happened
to someone she'd loved very much.
It might be irrational to fear the same fate but by the time Richard had
arrived to pick her up, she was fighting the urge to lose whatever food
remained in her stomach.
Bottom line? She was afraid of this baby.
And she was ashamed to admit it.