The Hopeless Romantics book Blog are pleased to be a part of the Release Blitz & Review for Bella Jewel's "Anguish "Jokers' Wrath MC, #3)".
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There are a lot of things in this world that are easy to escape from. Having a son you didn't ask for isn't one of them.
Mack is a nomad. He likes his own space and he struggles with emotion. His past is grey and his future looks about the same. That is until his ex-girlfriend dies and his son is handed over to him. A two month old baby he didn't know existed. Until now.
His world comes crashing down around him.
Desperate, he hires a nanny.
Jaylah has gotten herself into some serious trouble, so when she sees the job opening for a nanny pop up, she jumps on it. Of course she's not a nanny, but she figures she can pull it off. I mean, how hard can it be?
She's thrown into a world of diapers, hourly feedings and a whole lot of laundry. She's also introduced to the most rugged, gorgeous man she's ever had the pleasure of meeting.
The best part, he's the baby's father.
The worst part, he's a biker.
Their sexual tension is huge, but he's a hard nut to crack. She'll get in, though. She makes it her mission to break through the wall Mack has built so high around himself.
Her world is about to spiral out of control, and she's taking Mack along for the ride.
I have truly loved this biker series so far. It really is awesome and full of nail biting plots, brilliant characters and some hot loving!!
In this third part to the "Jokers' Wrath" series I got to know all about Mack. If you've read "Melancholy,", you may remember that Mack was left, quite literally, holding the baby. A baby he didn't know existed. So how was he going to deal with this small problem that had landed on his doorstep? I was about to find out.
Mean. Moody. Arrogant. That's what I first thought of Mack. It was like he was surrounded by a huge brick wall. He was a man who was obviously suffering but what was causing his pain? What skeletons did he have in his closet? I was eager to find out.
"I get it. I've seen you Mack. I've watched you, and I know how you are. I know you don't
give your heart-hell you barely give a damned smile-but I also know there's something here."
Despite Mack's hard exterior, I had a feeling that he was a man with a huge heart. All he needed someone special to help find that heart.
Jaylah entered Mack's life to be his much needed nanny, although she was no Mary Poppins. Instead of a magic carpet bag and umbrella, Jaylah brought with her a boat load of trouble but I loved her. She was sweet, funny and feisty. Jaylah fitted into the biker world perfectly and I loved how she was able to hold her own, not only against Mack, but the other bikers too.
Oh God. I'm a nanny for a biker. This should be interesting.
Jaylah and Mack had a whole lot of sexual tension between them. They were deliciously hot together and also drove each other crazy, but in a totally good way. As the story continued Jaylah slowly chipped away at Macks brick wall and what emerged was an entirely different man.
"I'm done with games. I'm done with loose pussy, and I'm done with livin' like a stone."
Mack just got hotter and sexier with every new chapter. I loved this new side to him, especially how his alpha ways increased. Don't we all love an alpha male, hey girls? Mack was possessive and protective. The only thing he couldn't be was domineering. Jaylah was no way the kind of girl that would put up with any of that.
"When you're in my bed, you're mine."
Whilst Jaylah and Mack were finally attempting to work things out between them, their problems began to grow. The couple's past had returned to stir up trouble. The storm cloud's were forming around them and I wasn't sure which storm would create the most damage. Nothing is ever simple in the life of a biker and for the last twenty per cent I was on the edge of my seat. I was so invested in all of the characters in the series that if anything bad happened to any of them, I would have been distraught.
"Club life ain't always safe, or even legal, but they're the best family you will ever know."
This story was another brilliant addition to the series. I was pulled in right from the start. I loved getting wrapped up in the life of the Jokers Wrath MC and the awesome bunch of characters. I have loved getting to know each and every member of the club, so much so that I would love to be one of their old lady's.. The only difficulty I would have is which biker to would choose. They are all equally as hot!
"Before we go in, I'm parkin' my bike, liften' that skirt and fuckin' you hard and fast."
See, what I mean?!!
"Anguish" gets 4.5 awesome biker hearts from me!
“You stole my fuckin’ drugs.”
The foot at my throat presses me further into the cold, scratchy pavement. I gasp, my fingers clawing at fleshy ankles. His skin doesn’t budge; my nails are too short to break the flesh that I’m so desperately scraping at. It does nothing to move him, or send him on his way. Instead, he pushes harder, cutting off more of my air supply.
“That’s not exactly how it went down,” I croak, struggling.
“You were meant to deliver them; instead you fuckin’ sold them, and ran with the money.”
He’s right about that. I did take the drugs and sell them. I had good reason—my boyfriend was in trouble, and I was doing anything I could to get him out of trouble. I didn’t think ahead. I didn’t realize that I’d then owe a very unhappy drug dealer money. Not my finest moment, that’s for damned sure.
“I had no choice . . . I was helping someone I care about.”
He presses his boot down further into my throat, and my air supply narrows down to a dangerous level. My head pounds as the blood and oxygen are cut from my brain.
“I bet that person ain’t here helpin’ you tonight, now, are they?”
No, he’s right about that. Samuel is probably sleeping with someone else. The moment his debt was cleared, he left me. The dirty, cheap fucker left me. Now I’m dealing with the backlash. A furious drug dealer who wants his money.
Money I don’t have.
“Don’t I get,” I gasp, “one chance to get your money?”
He glares down at me through angry grey eyes. I squirm again as my vision starts flittering in and out. Shit, I’m going to pass out and he’s probably going to kill me, or worse, drag my helpless body away to do God knows what with.
“I have m-m-m-money,” I croak.
“If you had money, you wouldn’t have stolen my drugs.”
“I . . .” God, I’m on the edge. “I can get it. I s-s-s-swear.”
He stares at me, and for each second he does, my vision swims. Then, much to my relief, he lifts his boot off and reaches down, hurling my weak body up. He pulls me close, so close that our noses touch. My knees wobble and I have to push all my focus into not falling flat on my face and giving him another chance to take me.
“Listen, and listen fuckin’ good. You’ve got two weeks, and trust me, that’s me bein’ fuckin’ generous. Get my money, or I come for you.”
“Don’t try and run. You do, I’ll fuckin’ find you.”
I close my eyes, take a deep, burning breath and nod again.
Then he’s gone.
And I know . . . I just know . . . I’m in deep, deep shit.
About the Author:
Bella Jewel is an Aussie girl through and through. She spent her life in Western Australia, growing up in many different areas of the state. She now currently lives in Perth with her husband, children and mass amounts of pets. She's crazy, fun, outgoing and friendly. Writing is her passion, she started at the young age of 18 but finally got the courage up to publish, and her first novel Hell's Knights was released in August 2013.
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The MC Sinners | Criminals of the Ocean | Rebels on Bikes | Number Thirteen | Life After Taylah | Wingman