by J.C. Valentine Spartan Riders MC, #5 Publication Date: July 30, 2018 Cover Credits: Sara Eirew Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance, MC Romance, Biker, Standalone

USA Today and International and bestselling author J.C. Valentine is back with the latest in her captivating, enigmatic, and rousing world of the Spartan Riders MC…

They’ve been through hell and back and have the scars to prove it.

Kade “Moose” Hunter doesn’t tolerate drama. He’s cocky, unapologetic, and all about the quiet side of life.

That’s why Mouse fits him so well.

Angel “Mouse” Grace isn’t like the other women hanging around the club. She’s sweet and gentle, and when Moose gets her engines revving, her passion burns bright. She’s the yin to his yang, and Moose is almost certain she’s the one, but life is never that easy for a Spartan.

The catch? Their town is falling apart.

A cesspool of crime and addiction, the Spartans face yet another challenge: confront crime lord Manuel Contreras and risk war, or worse, death. When Angel’s kid sister rolls into town and takes a shine to the Spartan’s mortal enemy, Moose is torn between doing what’s best for his family…and what’s best for his love life.

Will he be able to strike a balance, or lose everyone he cares about in the process?

*NOTE* COCKY can be read as a STANDALONE! Although a part of the Spartan Riders series, COCKY features a brand new couple, therefore, can be read as a standalone!

Things were unusually quiet at the clubhouse today. Everyone had been dispersed to the wind. The prospects were around, but each had their own assignment designed to keep the place running smoothly and efficiently. Basically, things were getting handled.

The women were in short supply too. Most were at work or taking classes at the community college, since the men liked their ladies empowered and with more than a few brains in their head. Call them weird or feminists or whatever, but as far as Moose was concerned, the mark of a good man was directly tied to the quality of the woman by his side.

Most of his brothers felt the same. It just made sense. Like begot like. If a man carried himself like trash, he was going to attract trash, and vice versa. A person had to consider the kind of company they kept.

Moose had hung back today because…well, what did an enforcer do when they had nothing to enforce? Things had been so quiet lately that his knuckles hadn’t had a good bruising in forever. He was starting to feel like Rocky by the last movie—old and washed up, no longer useful. It wasn’t as if he was a violent man by nature, and he sure didn’t relish getting his clothes bloody, but what did a guy have to do to get a little action around here?

As if the skies had opened up and the angels began to sing, the front door swung open and a contrite Country came walking in, his gait wide and awkward as if he’d suddenly gone bowlegged and got his ass kicked and still had the guy’s boot shoved way up where the sun didn’t shine. He had his hand shoved down the front of his pants and was cussing up a storm.

“What’s wrong, little buddy?” Moose asked with a smirk. “Someone spur your ass or what?”

“Don’t you start with me,” Country warned him as he stormed past him on the way toward the wing that held the bedrooms. “Fuckin’ pants are chaffing my balls.” His hand got to working overtime.

“Are you wrestling a squirrel or somethin’?” Moose taunted, unable to help himself.

“Or somethin’,” Country barked, clearly not in a mood to play. “I swear to Christ. Can a person suddenly grow an allergy to jeans?”

“Not that I’ve heard,” Moose replied smoothly. “Maybe polyester in your panties?”

Country swung a death glare over his shoulder. “They don’t even make polyester anymore. I think…”

Moose drummed his fingers on the table. “But they do make this nifty powder substance that can sure make it seem like it.”

Country took two more steps before stopping dead in his tracks. “You didn’t,” he said slowly, his voice low and filled with dark intent.

“Wouldn’t I?”

Moose saw the exact moment that he remembered the night that inspired it all, and burst out laughing.

“You dirty motherfucker!” Country bellowed. “After I take a shower, I’m kicking your fuckin’ ass. You’d better use that time as a head start because I’m going to mess that pretty face up.”

Moose blew him a kiss. “Assuming you can catch me.” He stepped down from the stool and casually tucked in his shirttails. “Enjoy that shower. And make sure to use some petroleum jelly after. Helps with the residual burn. Oh, and you might want to check the rest of your drawers to make sure nothing else has been tampered with.” He clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “Man, never know who you can trust these days.”

Country glared. Moose laughed. Man, it wasn’t even noon yet, and it was already turning out to be a damned fine day.

As Country stormed off to get that shower, Moose sidled up to the bar and took the seat beside Cricket, who was looking a touch worse for wear this afternoon. “You look like something the cat dragged in.”

“Thanks, bro. Just the look I was aiming for.” He thumbed over his shoulder. “What’d you do to him?”

Moose lifted a shoulder. “Just a little itching powder in the boxers trick I learned back in college.

J.C. Valentine is the USA Today and International bestselling author of the Night Calls and Wayward Fighters Series and the Forbidden Trilogy. Her vivid imagination and love of words and romance had her penning her own romance stories from an early age, which, despite being poorly edited and written longhand, she forced friends and family members to read. No, she isn’t sorry.

Living in the Northwest, she has three amazing children and far too many pets. Among the many hats she wears, J.C. is an entrepreneur. Having graduated with honors, she holds a Bachelor’s in English and when she isn’t writing, you can find her editing for fellow authors.

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COCKY

by J.C. Valentine Spartan Riders MC, #5 Publication Date: July 30, 2018 Cover Credits: Sara Eirew Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance, MC Romance, Biker, Standalone

USA Today and International and bestselling author J.C. Valentine is back with the latest in her captivating, enigmatic, and rousing world of the Spartan Riders MC…

They’ve been through hell and back and have the scars to prove it.

Kade “Moose” Hunter doesn’t tolerate drama. He’s cocky, unapologetic, and all about the quiet side of life.

That’s why Mouse fits him so well.

Angel “Mouse” Grace isn’t like the other women hanging around the club. She’s sweet and gentle, and when Moose gets her engines revving, her passion burns bright. She’s the yin to his yang, and Moose is almost certain she’s the one, but life is never that easy for a Spartan.

The catch? Their town is falling apart.

A cesspool of crime and addiction, the Spartans face yet another challenge: confront crime lord Manuel Contreras and risk war, or worse, death. When Angel’s kid sister rolls into town and takes a shine to the Spartan’s mortal enemy, Moose is torn between doing what’s best for his family…and what’s best for his love life.

Will he be able to strike a balance, or lose everyone he cares about in the process?

*NOTE* COCKY can be read as a STANDALONE! Although a part of the Spartan Riders series, COCKY features a brand new couple, therefore, can be read as a standalone!

A wave of icy cold water connected dead center with his right eye, and Moose squeezed his eyes shut while scrubbing the butt of his palm over it to get rid of the uncomfortable, shrinking, burning sensation.

“Damnit, woman,” he growled, “you’re gonna pay for that.”

“Ooooo I’m so scared,” Angel taunted, throwing another load of water at him.

When he’d woken up this morning with a woody the size of Nebraska, he’d had nothing more on his mind than getting over to her place and getting inside her, but the ride over had been so nice, he couldn’t stand the idea of being cooped up indoors another minute. So when he’d arrived on her doorstep early and unexpected, finding Mouse still in her Hello Kitty pjs and her hair a mess, he’d told her to get her bikini and a towel and meet him outside.

She hadn’t been too happy being woken up nor him throwing his weight around, but she was getting used to it. Shooting him the stink-eye, she’d left the door hanging open as she turned and disappeared back into the apartment.

Ten minutes later, she was on the back of his bike in a pair of tiny jean shorts and a white tank top with the florescent pink and yellow bikini top strings peeking out the top with her sexy legs on the outside of his where he could reach down and touch them anytime he wanted and her hot body fit snug up against his back. Every bump on the long stretch of highway bounced his favorite parts of hers, increasing his need for her more and more by the mile.

But as much as he wanted her, Moose wanted to test the theory that they might have more between them than just sex.

As much as he enjoyed it and wanted it every second of the day, the idea of giving her his patch was a serious one, and he needed to make sure that there was some substance to their relationship before he made such a huge commitment.

If he did. He was bouncing back and forth with that decision more than a kid on a pogo stick.

The problem was, even if Moose hadn’t been entertaining the idea of making thing between them more permanent, Angel was pretty fucking awesome. He couldn’t be around her without smiling, and they were always laughing about something. And when they weren’t laughing, they were having amazing, world shaking sex. Plus, she was hot as hell and just as smart.

What wasn’t there to like?

Clearing his eyes, Moose dug his toes into the mud and trudged through the water, his intense focus right on her. Angel wasn’t getting away, and he knew just how he was going to make her pay.

“Whoa now, big man,” she said, palms held out in front of her as she tried to bounce backward away from him, each bob revealing her water-slicked breasts and pointed nipples that made his dick harder than the wall of rock that hid them from prying eyes in three directions.

“You play with fire, Mouse, and now you’re about to get burned.” When she was within arm’s reach, he lunged, and she screamed.

Falling back into the water in her haste to get away from him, she went under before reappearing a second later, her feet slipping out from under her and giving him a leg up.

Moose was on her fine ass before she could get any traction. Banding an arm around her narrow waist, he fisted her wet hair and held her head tight, immobile. Those wild, green eyes stared up at him, daring him to keep going.

J.C. Valentine is the USA Today and International bestselling author of the Night Calls and Wayward Fighters Series and the Forbidden Trilogy. Her vivid imagination and love of words and romance had her penning her own romance stories from an early age, which, despite being poorly edited and written longhand, she forced friends and family members to read. No, she isn’t sorry.

Living in the Northwest, she has three amazing children and far too many pets. Among the many hats she wears, J.C. is an entrepreneur. Having graduated with honors, she holds a Bachelor’s in English and when she isn’t writing, you can find her editing for fellow authors.

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COCKY

by J.C. Valentine Spartan Riders MC, #5 Publication Date: July 30, 2018 Cover Credits: Sara Eirew Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance, MC Romance, Biker, Standalone

USA Today and International and bestselling author J.C. Valentine is back with the latest in her captivating, enigmatic, and rousing world of the Spartan Riders MC…

They’ve been through hell and back and have the scars to prove it.

Kade “Moose” Hunter doesn’t tolerate drama. He’s cocky, unapologetic, and all about the quiet side of life.

That’s why Mouse fits him so well.

Angel “Mouse” Grace isn’t like the other women hanging around the club. She’s sweet and gentle, and when Moose gets her engines revving, her passion burns bright. She’s the yin to his yang, and Moose is almost certain she’s the one, but life is never that easy for a Spartan.

The catch? Their town is falling apart.

A cesspool of crime and addiction, the Spartans face yet another challenge: confront crime lord Manuel Contreras and risk war, or worse, death. When Angel’s kid sister rolls into town and takes a shine to the Spartan’s mortal enemy, Moose is torn between doing what’s best for his family…and what’s best for his love life.

Will he be able to strike a balance, or lose everyone he cares about in the process?

*NOTE* COCKY can be read as a STANDALONE! Although a part of the Spartan Riders series, COCKY features a brand new couple, therefore, can be read as a standalone!

Building bikes was more than just a hobby; it was a way of life. Moose didn’t know anything else. He’d been taking apart and rebuilding engines since he was knee high to a grasshopper. Every time he had a tool in his hand, he remembered working beside his dad in the garage, his deep voice guiding and teaching him. Everything he knew he’d learned from him.

That man was his hero.

Moose was glad he wasn’t around anymore to see what their family had been reduced to. With the exception of the brothers around the table, the members that were left were trash, and the only one he’d thought was salvageable—Tanner, his little nephew—had turned out to be even worse.

Putting him down had been a necessary evil. Putting him in the ground had been as hard as he’d expected. But that was behind him now. Today was a new day, as Moose always tried to view it. And he had a lot to be thankful for. Starting with his brothers and ending with his new sidepiece.

Angel was…well, an angel. Never in a million years would he have thought he’d find a sweetheart like her serving beers in a strip club, but he had. She was a diamond shining amidst the dirt and grime, too young to be tarnished by the harshness of the world.

She was too good for him.

After the confrontation with Cruiz, after he’d left Tanner to bleed out on the pavement, the only person he could think about was his angel. He’d sought refuge with her, and she hadn’t hesitated to take him in and care for him. She’d soothed his body and his mind in ways no one else ever had.

He was keeping her. There were no two ways about it. Moose had decided to stake his claim. It’d taken him a few weeks of back and forth in his head to reach that conclusion, putting him in the garage for more hours than was usual for him so he could sort his thoughts, but as he tightened down bolts and nuts and greased chains, he knew only one thing: Angel was going to be his.

“I knew I’d find you here.”

Goose bumps spread across his arms, over his shoulders, and down his back at the sound of her soft, alluring voice. Angel had an interesting effect on him that Moose had yet to get used to.

A wide smile spreading across his face, Moose stopped what he was doing and straightened, turning to see her coming up the drive toward him.

She was wearing a little halter top that revealed a toned stomach and the tiniest pair of white shorts he’d ever seen. He knew without looking that her ass was hanging out. A possessive growl climbed up his throat when he thought of how many men had seen her ass today before him.

“Bad girl,” he said, his voice a low rumble as she walked straight into his arms, rose up onto her toes as he bent down to meet her, and kissed him like she meant it.

“Only for you,” she breathed against his lips, her fingers combing through the hair at the base of his head.

“Mmm,” Moose hummed, then tossed down the wrench he’d been holding onto and grabbed two handfuls of her fine ass, lifting her off her feet. She was so tiny, like a little doll against him. He towered over her, bigger, stronger. He loved the dichotomy. “That’s what I like to hear.”

Her smile was wide and full of laughter. “I know,” she purred.

“I’m getting you all dirty,” Moose informed her. Not like he gave a flying fuck though. Now, any man who looked at her ass was going to see his two giant, greasy handprints marking it. They’d know she’d been claimed. If they tried to step to her after that, he couldn’t be blamed for what happened next.

“Baby, I’ve been dirty since the moment I followed you out of the club.”

Moose snapped his teeth at her and gave her ass a hearty squeeze, eliciting a delighted little squeal from her. “What do you say we go inside and make you even dirtier, little girl.”

Cinching her legs around his waist, she nudged his nose with the tip of hers. “Why go inside when we have a perfectly nice tool bench right here?”

The rumble in Moose’s chest was loud and fierce, his cock so hard he was surprised it hadn’t ripped a hole through his pants. “Oh, you are a very bad girl,” he growled. “I love the way you think.”

“And I love the way you fuck. So less talking and more kissing.”

Moose sealed his mouth over hers, giving her exactly what she wanted. Carrying her across the garage, he set her down on the tool table and popped the button on her shorts, drew down the zipper, then dragged the too-short scrap of jeans down her silky legs. He left her panties on, though, in case anyone came looking for him. Should have closed that damn door…

It was too late now.

With his left hand, he pulled her panties aside and dragged his thick finger through her wet folds, testing her tight pussy while he worked to free his throbbing cock.

Her mouth was wild against his, anticipation fueling both their need. When Moose withdrew his finger, she made a sound of protest that was quickly silenced when he nestled the head of his cock up against her pretty pussy.

Breaking the kiss, he rested his forehead against hers as he pushed his cock inside her, slowly filling her so they could both feel every inch as he sank in deep.

When their bodies were flush against one another, his cock jumping inside her and her pussy clenching down hard around it, he lifted his head to look her in the eyes.

“You are the best part of my day,” he told her…

Then Moose pulled back and started fucking her like the animal he was.

The grip she had on him ensured that Moose couldn’t hold on long. There was nothing but friction as he pushed into and pulled out of her tight-as-a-fist body. He’d lost track of how many times he’d laid waste to her sweet pussy, and yet he still hadn’t managed to fully break her in.

Maybe he was just too big. The beast inside of him liked that idea.

His little mouse’s claws dug into his shoulders as she clung to him, her legs cinched around his hips, her mouth hot and wet against the side of his neck. The little sounds of pleasure she made spurred him on, and Moose tightened his grip on her firm ass and pulled her up tighter against him as he deepened his thrusts.

If she didn’t come soon…

Fuck. The instant he thought it, he heard her breath hitch, the only tell she had that gave it away.

“Fuck yeah,” he growled, “come for me, Mouse.”

Her walls spasmed around his cock, milking his own release. With a grunt, Moose let go, coming with a ferocity that never failed to surprise him. He came so hard, he saw stars, felt the ropes of cum shoot out inside her as he filled her to the brim, the sloppy sounds as he continued fucking her growing louder as it overflowed, making a mess of them both.

Thank fuck she was on the pill. He loved going in raw. Loved feeling the powerful sensations that came with not having to pull out.

Huffing every breath into the curve of her slender shoulder, Moose cursed under his breath. “Goddamn, Mouse, you undo me every fuckin’ time.”

A small, barely audible laugh brushed by his ear as they both drew back to look one another in the eyes. Unwilling to break the connection, Moose remained firmly rooted between her thighs, his still-hard dick soaking up her warmth for a few moments longer.

Transferring her hands from up around his shoulders to his sides, Angel teased his heated skin with her blunt nails. “I think I’m starting to get addicted to you.”

Moose popped his eyebrows up. “Starting? Girl, you already are.”

Sucking in her bottom lip, she dragged the flat edges of her teeth across it before saying, “And how would you know that?”

“Because when I don’t get to you first, you come looking for me.” And he loved that. She was quiet, reserved when she wasn’t getting fucked, but she was a woman who knew what she wanted, and as she’d demonstrated today, she was more than willing to go out and get it instead of waiting for it to come to her.

“Maybe I was just in the neighborhood,” she replied coyly.

“And maybe you just had a craving for my dick inside you,” he said with a cocky smirk that set off a little fire behind those stunning green eyes.

Straightening her spine, Angel’s arms banded around his back as she brought her chest flush up against his. Her tongue ran up the front of his throat, over his Adam’s apple, to his chin. He felt the tantalizing nip of her teeth next and smiled as he tilted his chin down so he could see her eyes again.

“You’re playing with fire, Mouse,” he warned her. She knew he loved when she did that, and she knew what happened when she played.

That self-satisfied look she was giving him said she wanted to get burned. She opened her mouth to say something when the distinct sound of motorcycles reached his ears, growing louder by the second.

Turning his head toward the mouth of the garage, Moose glared at the as-yet empty street. Fuck. His brothers were coming.

With a resigned sigh, he dragged his cock free of its warm housing and ran his palm down it to dry it off some before tucking it back—with some difficulty—into his pants.

“Get dressed, Mouse,” he commanded as he reached down to pick her shorts up off the floor. “We’ve got company.”

Gone was that confident woman as she plucked the shorts from his hand and jumped down off the table, hurriedly stepping into them and shimmying the small scrap of fabric up those sexy-as-hell legs.

Mouse was back to being…well, a mouse. She was shy around everyone but him. He didn’t have to see her in action to know that she was nervous as a long-tailed cat in a house full of rocking chairs when it came to being around his brothers. He was the only one who got to see the other side of her—the open, honest, and free side.

He loved that he had the privilege.

As the bikes and his brothers made their appearance at the end of his drive, Moose looked his girl over, admiring what was his. “You’re a filthy girl, Mouse,” he observed, noting all the grease smudges his dirty hands had left on not just her clothes, but her pale, flawless skin.

Her wary gaze swung from his brothers who were now climbing off their bikes and making their way over to herself. Seeing his handiwork, the corner of her mouth twitched.

“Guess I should go home and get cleaned up.”

“Guess maybe you should.” He didn’t really want her to leave, but he wasn’t ready to share her fine ass with his brothers just yet. What was theirs was theirs, and he wanted to protect it for a little while longer.

“What up, my brotha?” Country shouted as he reached the garage opening. His curious gaze flicked to Angel and he jerked his chin up in greeting. Glancing at both of them, his smile grew wider. “Hope we aren’t interrupting.”

Moose looked at Angel, and seeing her hesitation, recognizing her discomfort, he shook his head as he stepped into her personal space and hooked his arm around her neck, tucking her tiny frame up against his side.

He loved how her hot little hand flattened over his stomach as she curled into him, her other hand resting just above his ass. “Nah, bro, just finishing up here. Baby girl was just leaving.”

She started to pull away, but Moose wasn’t about to let his mouse go without a kiss goodbye. Pinching her chin between his thumb and forefinger, he turned her face up and he brought his down and sealed his mouth over hers.

The kiss wasn’t intended to be as long as it was, but the instant Moose got a taste of her, he couldn’t let Angel go. He spent way too much time licking and biting those luscious lips. By the time he was done, his dick was ready for round two.

He cleared his throat, took a moment to meet her glazed eyes, and said softly, “I’ll be around later. Be ready.”

She nodded and stepped away, her movements a little wobbly before she got ahold of herself. Moose watched her walk past his brothers, teasing a shy little half smile in polite greeting to each one.

He didn’t like the way those fuckers checked her out though. Kind of made him want to punch each one of them in the face. Instead, he accepted their open appreciation as a compliment to his good taste. His baby girl was hot as fuck, and she was all his.

He kept his eyes on Angel until she was in her car and pulling away, shooting him a little smile and a wave, before he turned his full attention to his brothers. Quick, Repo, Country, Taco, Cricket, even a couple of prospects crowded his personal space.

He focused on the prospects, a broad smile sliding into place. He’d more than been looking forward to this night.

“Someone close the door. Let’s get down to business.”

J.C. Valentine is the USA Today and International bestselling author of the Night Calls and Wayward Fighters Series and the Forbidden Trilogy. Her vivid imagination and love of words and romance had her penning her own romance stories from an early age, which, despite being poorly edited and written longhand, she forced friends and family members to read. No, she isn’t sorry.

Living in the Northwest, she has three amazing children and far too many pets. Among the many hats she wears, J.C. is an entrepreneur. Having graduated with honors, she holds a Bachelor’s in English and when she isn’t writing, you can find her editing for fellow authors.

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by J.C. Valentine Spartan Riders, #3 Cover Designer: Sara Eirew Publication Date: August 29, 2017 Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance, MC Romance, Bikers, Standalone

USA Today and International bestselling author J.C. Valentine is back with the latest in her electrifying, dangerous, and provocative world of the Spartan Riders MC…

After escaping an abusive marriage, Spartan Riders bartender Ginger “Red” Mercury is determined to live life on her own terms. When the club’s VP declares her untouchable and stakes his own claim on her, she finds herself ready to wage war.

A year after inoculating the threat from notorious cartel leader Ricky Cruiz, Garrick “Repo” Stone, the last-standing original member of the Spartan Riders MC, has his focus on something else: monogamy. Having decided to settle down and take an ol’ lady, he has his sights set on Red…and he has his work cut out for him if he hopes to win her.

When a new threat makes itself known, threatening everything the brothers stand for and care about, they’re left scrambling to find out who’s behind it before it’s too late. With the high-stakes game of war looming over them, will Red be able to open her heart to love before outside forces pull her and Repo apart?

He turned to face her in the mirror, his large frame folding around her as he leaned down to frame her with his thick, muscular arms. His eyes on hers, he turned his lips to her ear, his warm breath a sweet caress that raised goose bumps on her arms. “I’m going to wear you down, Red. You think you can resist me, but you’re wrong.”

“It’ll be a cold day in hell before I accept your patch, Garrick. And I told you to call me Ginger.”

Turning his face into her neck, he breathed her in, his eyes drifting closed as if she were the sweetest thing he’d ever smelled. Ginger had to fight not to close her eyes, too, not to get lost in the warmth of his body pressed up tight against hers. “I’ve got time. For you, Ginger, I’ve got time,” he murmured. Then, he pressed a soft kiss to the side of her throat, over her thundering pulse.

I really enjoyed this story. “Vigor” is the third book in the Spartan Riders series by J.C Valentine. It’s about Repo, the VP of the Spartans and Ginger, a woman who work as bartender for the MC. I loved Repo/Garrick, his character is intense, dominant, tough but with his Red is also very hot and on a mission to gain her trust and put on Ginger his patch as Repo’s  old lady.  It’s a real challenge for him and it was so much fun to read. Repo is the VP of the Spartan Riders MC, no men would want to go againts him so when he thinks the time is come to stake his clame on Ginger, everyone give him their green light. Repo and Ginger known each other for years in the MC. When they first met they felt an instant attraction, but the moment wasn’t the right one  for them, and they couldn’t have something different and more important  of a one-night stand. Their lives took separate binaries, but close, because of the Spartans. Ginger,for years, lived with her husband who made her life a hell and once finally regained her freedom, she has always been careful to keeping it and maintain her independence. Her presence in the MC has become a point of reference for everyone: she is a stubborn woman, sassy, and a fighter but she cares a lot for the Spartans, becoming their confidant, friend and lover, yes, because she never refused the company in her bed of these sexy and dominant men, but always and only for relationships without strings attached. Repo has always been there, keeping an eye on her moves until he decides to step forward and stake his claim on her. I really liked how he acted with her, he seemed as a big feline predator studying his prey, planning the attack. And with her it’s a real challenge, because of Ginger’s stubbornness and fears, which lead her to keep him away, despite her feelings for him. Repo instead of using a strong hand with her, is smart enough to keep his calm, give her time, waiting, though in the meantime he uses his charm as silver fox to make her fall in trap. Well, I must say he knew he had all the time in the world, because he already put things “straight” with brothers. However, I loved Repo even more for his ability to understand what’s in Ginger’s head, showing her his softer side, without hiding himself, to break her walls. I also liked the fact that the protagonists are two “adult” people, about my age , with their pasts and with their buggages on shoulders. I liked to read the book written through the POVs of both, their back and forth are brilliant and  fun to read and occasionally their clashes leave the place to moments very hot, thanks to the chemistry between them that is explosive among. The plot was good, and some Spartans’ enemies, along with the lifestyle outside the rules of the MC, made things even more exciting, giving also space to other couples and characters who make their presence felt in story. I didn’t read the previous books of the series, but noe I’m going to do it. I think Ginger and Repo’s story can be read as a stand alone book, but for the Spartan Riders with their enemies more things are coming and I can’t wait to read the next book.

Gabby Morgan isn’t looking for love. Not even a little romance. Following a rocky past that she’d just as soon forget, she’s determined to focus on the future. One that most certainly doesn’t involve the tough-as-nails, short-on-words, hot-as-hell biker…or his kid.

Blake Mahone may not be done with women, but he’s finished with relationships. Then Gabby Morgan enters the picture. She’s flawless, refined, and as his kid’s teacher, way out of his league. She acts like she hates him, but her eyes tell a different story. Before he knows it, Blake finds himself hot for teacher, and he’s more than ready to learn all her secrets. Now all he has to do is convince her to give him a shot…without getting them both killed in the process.

Talia McKinnon said goodbye to love the day she signed the divorce papers and moved across the country looking for a fresh start. With work occupying her days and nights, a relationship is the last thing on her mind, until a run-in with a hot-as-Hades, leather clad biker changes her mind. He’s everything she shouldn’t want but has to have. The problem is, he’s not that easy to catch. 

Tucker “Country” Abrams believes in two things: brotherhood and women. He takes his job seriously and his women hard, but at the end of the day, the only loyalty he has is to his club. So when a night with a beautiful stranger threatens to change everything, he’s quick to apply the brakes. But when a little detective work reveals that Talia may be much more than a one-night stand, Tucker is tasked with an impossible decision. Will he push her away, or go against every instinct he has and pull her closer?

J.C. Valentine is the USA Today and International bestselling author of the Night Calls and Wayward Fighters Series and the Forbidden Trilogy. Her vivid imagination and love of words and romance had her penning her own romance stories from an early age, which, despite being poorly edited and written longhand, she forced friends and family members to read. No, she isn’t sorry.

Living in the Northwest, she has three amazing children and far too many pets. Among the many hats she wears, J.C. is an entrepreneur. Having graduated with honors, she holds a Bachelor’s in English and when she isn’t writing, you can find her editing for fellow authors.

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L’autrice internazionale di best seller di USA Today J.C. Valentine torna con l’ultimo libro sul mondo elettrizzante, pericoloso e provocante dei suoi Spartan Riders

Dopo essere sfuggita a un matrimonio pieno di abusi, la barista degli Spartan Riders Ginger “Red” Mercury è determinata a vivere la vita secondo i suoi termini. Quando il vice-presidente del club la dichiara intoccabile e la reclama per se stesso, si trova a essere pronta a dichiarare guerra. Un anno dopo aver affrontato la minaccia di Ricky Cruiz, famoso leader del cartello della droga, Garrick “Repo” Stone, l’ultimo membro rimasto del gruppo d’origine degli Spartan Riders MC, ha focalizzato la sua attenzione su qualcos’altro: la monogamia. Ha deciso di sistemarsi, trovandosi una old lady, e ha messo gli occhi su Red… e dovrà darsi parecchio da fare se vuole sperare di riuscire a conquistarla. Quando una nuova minaccia si fa avanti, mettendo a rischio tutto ciò per cui i biker hanno lottato e a cui tengono, sono costretti a lottare per scoprire chi si nasconde dietro a tutto ciò prima che sia troppo tardi. Con l’incombere del pericolo di una guerra su di loro, Red sarà in grado di aprire il suo cuore all’amore prima che forze esterne separino lei e Repo?

Mi sono veramente divertita leggendo questa storia. “Vigor” è il terzo libro della serie “Spartan Riders” di J.C. Valentine. È la storia su Repo, il vice-presidente degli Spartan e Ginger, la donna che lavora come barista all’interno del motoclub. Ho adorato Repo/Garrick, il suo personaggio è intenso, dominante, tosto, ma con la sua Red sa essere anche molto sexy, dopo aver deciso di conquistare la fiducia della donna e far indossare a Ginger la sua patch per renderla la sua old lady. È una vera sfida per lui, ed è stata molto divertente leggerla. Repo è il VP degli Spartan e nessuno tra loro ha mai osato pensare di contrastarlo una volta che ha deciso di reclamare come sua Ginger, tutti gli lasciano libero il campo. Repo e Ginger si conoscono da anni all’interno del MC. Al loro primo incontro avevano provato un’attrazione istantanea l’uno verso l’altro, ma il momento non era quello giusto, perché nascesse qualcosa di diverso e più importante di un’avventura di una notte. La loro vita aveva preso binari separati, ma vicini, continuando a rimanere a contatto all’interno degli Spartan. Ginger, poi, per anni ha vissuto al fianco di un marito che le ha reso la vita un inferno, e una volta finalmente riguadagnata la sua libertà è stata sempre ben attenta a conservarla e a mantenere la sua indipendenza. La sua presenza nel MC è diventata un punto di riferimento per tutti: è una donna testarda, combattiva, un vero peperino, ma si è affezionata ai vari componenti dei Spartan, diventando la loro confidente, amica e amante, perché, sì, non ha mai rifiutato la compagnia tra le lenzuola di questi uomini sexy e dominanti, ma sempre e solo per relazioni che non prevedessero nessuna sorta di coinvolgimento più serio. Repo è sempre stato lì, a tenere d’occhio le sue mosse, fino a quando ha deciso di farsi avanti per renderla la sua old lady. Mi è piaciuto molto come si è mosso con lei, mi è sembrato di vedere all’opera un grosso predatore felino che studia la sua preda, per poi passare all’attacco. E con lei è stata una vera e propria lotta, a causa della testardaggine e delle paure di Ginger, che pur provando per lui una forte attrazione, tenta in tutti i modi di tenerlo lontano. Repo invece che decidere di forzare la mano con lei, ha saputo mantenere la calma, darle tempo, aspettando, anche se nel frattempo non ha potuto fare a meno di tentare di farla cadere in trappola, con il suo fascino da silver fox. Beh c’è da dire che in effetti tutta questa calma è nata anche dal fatto di sapere di avere tutto il tempo del mondo, perché le cose con i suoi compagni del MC erano già state messe bene in “chiaro”. Ho amato però Repo ancor di più per la sua capacità di capire quello che passa per la testa di Ginger, di mostrarle il suo lato più morbido, senza nascondersi, per far crollare le sue barriere. Ho apprezzato molto anche il fatto che i protagonisti siano due persone “adulte”, quasi mie coetanee, con un loro vissuto e il loro bel bagaglio sulle spalle. Il libro scritto attraverso i POV di entrambi, facendo assistere ai loro scambi di battute divertenti, brillanti e a volte a degli scontri che lasciano il posto a momenti molto hot, grazie alla chimica che tra di loro è esplosiva. La trama è buona, alcuni nemici degli Spartan, insieme al loro stile di vita al di fuori dalle regole, hanno movimentato un po’ la storia, rendendola ancora più avvincente e dando spazio ad altre coppie e personaggi, che così hanno potuto far sentire la loro presenza nel racconto. Non ho letto i libri precedenti della serie, ma sicuramente adesso ho intenzione di farlo… Devo dire che la storia tra Ginger e Repo può sicuramente essere letta come libro autoconclusivo, per quanto riguarda invece gli Spartan Riders e i loro nemici, però, non mi sembrano proprio concluse le cose e sono curiosa di vedere come andrà a finire.

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by J.C. Valentine Spartan Riders, #3 Cover Designer: Sara Eirew Publication Date: August 29, 2017 Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance, MC Romance, Bikers, Standalone

USA Today and International bestselling author J.C. Valentine is back with the latest in her electrifying, dangerous, and provocative world of the Spartan Riders MC…

After escaping an abusive marriage, Spartan Riders bartender Ginger “Red” Mercury is determined to live life on her own terms. When the club’s VP declares her untouchable and stakes his own claim on her, she finds herself ready to wage war.

A year after inoculating the threat from notorious cartel leader Ricky Cruiz, Garrick “Repo” Stone, the last-standing original member of the Spartan Riders MC, has his focus on something else: monogamy. Having decided to settle down and take an ol’ lady, he has his sights set on Red…and he has his work cut out for him if he hopes to win her.

When a new threat makes itself known, threatening everything the brothers stand for and care about, they’re left scrambling to find out who’s behind it before it’s too late. With the high-stakes game of war looming over them, will Red be able to open her heart to love before outside forces pull her and Repo apart?

Ginger opened her eyes to the feel of Garrick’s fingertips lightly stroking the side of her face and realized she’d fallen asleep.

Breathing deep, she sat back, wincing at the pinch in her spine. “How long was I out?” she asked groggily as she touched her fingers to her hot, damp cheek—the one that’d been pressed against his chest.

“About an hour.” Garrick plucked his shirt, grimacing. “You drool.”

“I do not!” Ginger flushed, feeling fifty shades of embarrassed. Because sometimes she did drool. But she was not about to admit that. 

“Tell that to my shirt.” He looked over at her and smirked. “No worries, babe. Your secret is safe with me. Besides, it’s nice to know you have at least one flaw.”

Ginger scowled, then frowned as his words registered. “You thought I was, what, perfect?”

“The thought had occurred to me.” Standing, Garrick crossed his arms over one another, grabbed the hem of his shirt, and stripped it over his head.

Ginger could only stare at the perfection he presented. Even for an older man, he had an incredible body. It was obvious from the thick, defined muscle that he took care of himself. And that dusting of salt and pepper hair that ran in an upside-down V from his chest to his waistband got her panties all in a twist.

He was so masculine and sexy, it hurt to look at him.

Licking her lips, Ginger remembered their conversation. “Well, I’m not perfect. I’m just me. You though…wow.”

Oh man, had she just said that out loud? Garrick’s gaze captured hers, and yeah, she definitely had. And it was clearly going to his head.

And not the one in his pants.

“Like what you see?”

Well, she’d already stuck her foot in it. No sense in beating around the bush now. “You know I do.” They’d had sex before, and she’d let him go down on her last night. Considering how wet she’d been then, it should be obvious.

“Then maybe,” Garrick said, his gruff voice full of seduction as he leaned down over her, bracing his hands on the back of the couch, so she had to tilt her head all the way back to meet his eyes, “you should act on it.”

Ginger pressed her lips together. Her fingers itched to touch him, to explore the body that’d felt so good on hers so long ago. She wanted to get properly reacquainted. But should she? She’d already messed up and let him do things she never should have allowed. If she took this step, if she let him have her completely…he’d have her completely.

And he knew it.

J.C. Valentine is the USA Today and International bestselling author of the Night Calls and Wayward Fighters Series and the Forbidden Trilogy. Her vivid imagination and love of words and romance had her penning her own romance stories from an early age, which, despite being poorly edited and written longhand, she forced friends and family members to read. No, she isn’t sorry.

Living in the Northwest, she has three amazing children and far too many pets. Among the many hats she wears, J.C. is an entrepreneur. Having graduated with honors, she holds a Bachelor’s in English and when she isn’t writing, you can find her editing for fellow authors.

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