Meet the Deacons of Bourbon Street, bad boy bikers who are hell on wheels—and heaven between the sheets. Megan Crane revs up an irresistible new series co-written with Rachael Johns, Jackie Ashenden, and Maisey Yates.
Sean “Ajax” Harding’s oaths are inked into his skin. Once second-in-command of the Deacons of Bourbon Street motorcycle club, he left New Orleans to protect the brotherhood, and only the death of his beloved mentor, Priest Lombard, could lure him back. Walking into the old hangout gives him a familiar thrill—especially when he gets an eyeful of the bar’s delectable new owner. A wild ride with her is just the welcome Ajax needs. Then he realizes that she’s Priest’s daughter, all grown up and totally off limits.
Sophie Lombard loved her father, not his lifestyle. She’s done with bikers . . . until Ajax roars into town—arrogant, tough, and sexy as ever. And although he treats her like the Catholic schoolgirl he once knew, Sophie’s daydreams tend to revolve around sin. With the very real possibility of heartbreak looming, Sophie knows better than to get too close to an outlaw. But every touch from Ajax is steamier than the Louisiana bayou—and heat like this may just be worth getting burned.
I’m always on the look out for a good MC story and from the description this one had the potential to be one that sent me down the rabbit hole, but while I will admit that the sex scenes are pretty damn hot and I didn’t DNF it, it lacked that ‘IT’ factor for me and ended up being something of a disappointment. I hate to say that, I really do, but what was alluded to in the description just didn’t pan out for me. Some will say that since this is a novella that only so much could be done, but that doesn’t fly with me. I’ve read some great novella’s that give a well rounded, satisfying story and I’m sorry to say this one just didn’t do that.
Sophie and Ajax just didn’t do it for me. Sophie, for all her bravado, just appeared to be a little girl pretending to be a woman. Yes, she knew how to conduct herself when in an MC situation, I’ll give her that much, but she gave into Ajax way too easily for my tastes. Ajax, I didn’t hate him in any way because he was what I’ve come to expect of a member of an MC, but he didn’t stand out either. Their relationship boiled down to sex because they sure as shit didn’t talk much. They were supposed to have a past that intersected quite a bit due to the fact that Ajax was the son Priest, Sophie’s father, never had and yet nothing comes it. Then there is the overabundance of inner monologues. I don’t expect constant conversations between characters, and there wasn’t much going on with anyone, but the lack of it between Sophie and Ajax didn’t do anything to help me believe that these two truly belonged together except that they both got turned on when they simply thought about each other.
The actual storyline had potential but as with Sophie and Ajax’s relationship, it just didn’t pan out for me. I kept waiting for a true explanation as to why Ajax and three of the club’s most trusted members were exiled, we do get the general gist but they are always alluding to there being more to it. Why did Priest allow the club become what it is? Or even how Ajax got his club name, but in the end everything is still left up in the air. I know some will say that this is a start to a series and to be patient, and believe me I get that, but with no solid explanation to even one small part of the overall plot line I was left feeling unsatisfied.
The Bottom Line: I really wanted to like this one, there was so much to like and it had potential, but in the end it just fell flat for me.
~ ARC received from Random House Publishing Group ~ Loveswept via NetGalley in exchange for an honest review ~
Megan Crane is a New Jersey native who had great plans to star on Broadway, preferably in Evita, just like Patti LuPone. Sadly, her inability to wow audiences with her singing voice required a back up plan. Accordingly, she graduated from Vassar College and got her MA and PhD in literature from the University of York in England. She wrote her doctoral dissertation on AIDS literature, mostly so she could wallow in her obsession with the remarkable multi-media artist David Wojnarowicz and her idol, the bitter and hilarious David Feinberg. After many years in the rain and subject to the whim of seasons, she followed the sun to Los Angeles, where she lives with a dog, a cat, two crazy kittens, and an artist named Jeff. She is still plotting her Broadway debut.