Fire Me Up by Rachael Johns

Posted August 31, 2015 by Kate in Blog Tour, Just Okay, Review / 1 Comment

Fire Me Up by Rachael JohnsFire Me Up by Rachael Johns
Series: Deacons of Bourbon Street #2
Format: eARC
Published by Loveswept Source: Netgalley
Genres: Alpha Guy, Love to Hate, Motorcycles, Romance
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Travis “Cash” Sinclair values only two things from his days with the Deacons of Bourbon Street: his prized Harley Davidson and the man who gave it to him. But now Priest Lombard is gone, and Cash has inherited the Deacons’ clubhouse—not to mentions its unexpected tenant. She’s exactly the type of woman he tries to avoid: all incense and art, with a sharp tongue that promises trouble. So why does Cash want to push aside those flowing skirts and lose himself between her legs?

Billie Taylor fled a bad marriage to start a new life among the grit and glamour of the French Quarter. She refuses to let another man distract her from her dreams, especially an outlaw biker with nothing to offer except hot sex and an eviction notice. Cash is dangerous, with an untamed streak he tries desperately to conceal. He drives Billie wild, sending her too close to the edge for her own good. And she won’t fall under his spell—or into his bed—without a fight.

I adore a good MC romance, especially when the characters are well developed. I was intrigued by this book because it seems like the whole premise of the series is that it is about an MC who broke apart in the aftermath of Katrina and then are brought back together after the death of their old leader. I thought this was an interesting take because these aren’t people who are active in the MC lifestyle, so I thought it would make for an interesting dynamic.

So first things first, I thought the book started a bit abruptly, I’m not sure if it’s because I had missed the events of the first book in the story, but I felt like things moved super fast right from the start. So Travis is back in town because he inherited a but of buildings (along with the three other guys) and Travis basically wants to sell and get the heck out of New Orleans as soon as possible. I think he felt like the disbanding of the MC was kind of like a family abandoning him. While he is there some of the others kind of rope him into figured out if their old Pres. had been murdered or not.

So right off the bat Travis just struck me as a jerk and a bully. I don’t know about you but if my landlord showed up at my apartment and announced he was going to move into my spare room I would have called the cops, not just acquiesced and let him take up shop in my house. So in that moment not only was Travis a jerk to me, but I pretty much decided I didn’t like Billie either. By the end of the book I didn’t mind Travis, the guy is what he is and at least he is kind of upfront about it. But by the end of the book I did not like Billie. She was just too whisy-washy. I mean she let’s Travis walk all over her after basically declaring to herself she wasn’t going to let another man be overly possessive of her. I also felt like whenever her and Travis would get into a fight, Billie would just let things go, I mean things that would have had me steaming mad, like kicking her out of her own place. Also she was just a little bit to hippy dippy for my liking.

I think the book would have done more for me if the characters had a bit more depth to them. Everything happened so quickly with them that it felt like I had whiplash in a couple of places. Also I think the murder subplot line about the original Pres of the MC is suppose to last for the entire series, but the way that it left things open ended that it felt unsatisfying for me. It was a quick read, I did enjoy some parts of it, so if you like MC books, or really alpha guys, then this might be a book you should check out.

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Fucking Ajax wanted to keep the joint, revive the damn club, embrace the old brotherhood, and Leon was all for it. They’d spent all night after the funeral downing bourbon, reliving “fond” memories and making plans, and had gotten progressively more obsessed. Only Travis and Micah could see that the best thing for all of them would be to sell off the buildings Priest had left them and get the fuck back out of town. Tallahassee might seem boring in comparison to New Orleans, but it was safe. This place still set him on edge; it made him feel things he didn’t want to feel. Travis knew the longer he stayed, the more likely he was to lose his shit with someone and end up in jail. Again.

Realizing she was still staring at him, he straightened and then gestured beyond them to the door that led inside. Despite her coolness, her paltry attempts at hostility did nothing to calm the fire rising within him. “Then you can show me to my room,” he told her, indecent suggestion dripping from his tone.

“Excuse me?”

Her outraged expression only wound the coil of heat inside him tighter. He turned and headed over to where he’d dumped his bag on the floor. Billie wasn’t wearing any shoes so he didn’t hear her stalking after him, but he felt her. She was following him and if he played his cards right, he could turn what had been a shitty day into one that would blow both their minds. Leaning over, he hitched his pack over his shoulder and then turned, expecting to come face-to-face with her alluring anger, but almost tripping over a little gray dog instead.

“What the fuck is that?” And where the hell had it come from? He steadied himself against the wall, his fingers closing around the edge of some grotesque fairy painting, and peered down at the thing that had almost resulted in giving him a broken leg. It looked up at him, teeth bared, a low growl emanating from somewhere beneath rolls and rolls of wrinkles. Travis had never been big on small dogs, but he had to give it to this one—it had balls.

Billie smiled that saccharine smile again. “This is Baxter, and I think what he’s trying to say is you don’t have a room here.”

“Well, Baxter.” Travis glared down at the pathetic excuse for a dog. “That’s where you’re wrong. In case you misunderstood before, Billie,” he said, looking back to her, “I’m the new owner of this building. And, as it happens, I need a place to stay for a few weeks. Maybe longer.”

“That may be,” Billie said, standing her ground, although he noted a quiver in her voice, “but I already live here, so you’ll have to find somewhere else.”

“I don’t think so.” He shook his head and made to move past Billie and Baxter.

She sidestepped so that she was in his way and Baxter bared his teeth even more, his growl growing deeper. “If you are my new landlord,” Billie said, her tone filled with disgust, “then you’d know I have rights as the tenant. You need to give me notice for an inspection and you definitely can’t just move in.”

“Sweetheart.” He leaned forward so he was invading her personal space. She smelled sweet, of some kind of strawberry shampoo or something that made his muscles tighten, but he ignored it. “No one tells me what the fuck to do. And if you can afford a lawyer, then you’re not paying us enough rent.”

“I . . . I . . .” Billie blinked, and her tits heaved up and down as she searched for more words.

He made no apology for looking, waited a beat, and when it seemed she didn’t have anything to add he tossed her one final question. “Can you afford a lawyer?”

Her shoulders slumped and she shook her head.

He smirked his victory. “In that case, you, me and Baxter are roommates.


About Rachael Johns

Rachael Johns is an English teacher by trade, a mum 24/7, a supermarket owner, a chronic arachnophobic, and a writer the rest of the time. She rarely sleeps and never irons. She writes contemporary romance for HQN and Carina Press and lives in rural Western Australia with her hyperactive husband and three mostly-gorgeous heroes-in-training.

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