Fire Me Up: Deacons of Bourbon Street #2 by Rachael Johns with Excerpt and Giveaway

Fire Me Up: Deacons of Bourbon Street #2 by Rachael Johns with Excerpt and Giveaway

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Book Review:

The second title in this four-book series brings us to Cash’s story.  Returning to New Orleans to say goodbye to the recently dead club president, he discovers an inheritance.  He has been deeded some old Deacons property that just happens to be in use by Billie Taylor: it houses her gallery and the small apartment above the storefront.  Far different than the first in the series, this story takes a circuitous route to a happy solution for Billie and Cash.

Cash was difficult to like, and even more difficult to tolerate in his blatant disregard for Billie: he had his reasons for wanting nothing to do with the Deacons, and Priest’s decisions – preferring to sell and go. But Billie is almost a casualty in his early behavior – his bullheaded approach didn’t show me a redeemable person beneath… even though (this IS romance) there was a physical attraction. Characters in this are a bit more developed: Billie is recovering from her own hang-ups and issues – and Cash just jumps in with that air of control. Slowly though, the two do develop a rapport, as Cash opens up to BIlie and the two find that together they can be WHO they want to be, not who they are.

There is an underlying layer of mystery surrounding Priest’s death, and several unanswered questions about the disbanding of the club, his  final bequests to former members that moved out and on from New Orleans, and some other little “who is pulling the strings’ moments. Most are still unanswered and dance on the line where some answers need to come or the storyline will feel like filler to prolong, rather than a driving force.  Less rough-hewn than the first, this is a good ‘starter kit’ for those interested in trying motorcycle club romance but are unsure about the graphic nature of the genre.  Rachael Johns has created a  character in Billie that was truly a fun one to know, and gave some development to Cash that brought me around to accepting, if not wholly believing or liking him much.

Fire Me Up: Deacons of Bourbon Street #2 by Rachael Johns with Excerpt and Giveaway

Title: Fire Me Up
Author: Rachael Johns
Series: The Deacons of Bourbon Street #2
Published by: Loveswept
Published on: 1 September, 2015
Source: Publisher via NetGalley
Pages: 190
Rated: three-half-stars
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Can a scorching affair with a bohemian beauty tame a motorcycle man with a dark side? Rachael Johns takes the wheel in the sexy series co-written with Megan Crane, Jackie Ashenden, and Maisey Yates.

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.

A copy of this title was provided via Publisher via NetGalley for purpose of honest review. I was not compensated for this review: all conclusions are my own responsibility.

This book may be unsuitable for people under 18 years of age due to drug and alcohol use / violence and/or sexual content in a genre not specified as Erotic.

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“G’day, can I help you?”

At the sound of the soft, chirpy, feminine voice, Travis blinked and shook his head, trying to shake the memories and bring himself back to the now. He’d been so lost in the past he hadn’t even noticed the piano playing had stopped. He turned his head to focus on the figure standing beside him and almost swallowed his tongue. Heat flooded his body as he looked his fill at the sexy little specimen in front of him.

Turned out the piano player he’d written off as an asshole looked nothing like one after all. And he was a she. A very curvaceous she, with a short, mussed-up blond bob that made him want to slide his fingers up into her hair and yank her mouth to his. And Australian, if her accent was anything to go by. Although she looked curiously at him, her glossy-lipped smile was brighter and more real than any he could ever recall. It stretched across her whole face, lighting up her deep blue eyes. Travis took a moment to lower his gaze, raking it over her body—magic tits that made the palms of his hands itch without even touching them, a slim waist and hips to die for. Even though she wore a flowery skirt so long it brushed the floor, he couldn’t help but imagine her legs wrapped around him. His dick tightened and he thought about how hot it would be to expel some of his anger and frustration inside her.

She cleared her throat and repeated herself. The smile was still as wide as ever, but the friendliness in her tone had gone down a notch. “Can I help you?” she asked again, pointing to a painting on the wall he hadn’t realized he’d been staring at. One of those weird rabbit/balloon ones. “Do you like that? The artist is a local and so incredibly talented. There’s a story behind each of his canvases.”

Travis raised an eyebrow. “How much?” he asked, out of curiosity. It’d be a cold day in hell before he’d spend even a couple of bucks on a piece of garbage like that. He’d worked his ass off to get where he was today and wasn’t about to throw his hard-earned cash away on crap. The sexy piece of skirt standing in front of him was much more in line with his taste.

“The artist likes to speak with potential buyers first.” The woman bit her lower lip and his cock tightened as he imagined biting it himself. “Get an idea of your situation and your passion.”

In other words, thought Travis, trying to focus on her words rather than her body, the artist was a money-hungry prick who liked to meet his buyers to work out how he could rip them off.

“Do you want me to call him for you?” she asked, her tone enthusiastic.

“That won’t be necessary.” He took another glance around. “I could go down to the local elementary school and get something more to my style.”

Shock flashed across her sweet face, and then she opened her mouth as if to say something, but bored with talking shit, he cut in. “Where’s Billie?

She blinked and then crossed her arms over her impressive rack. “Who wants to know?”

So the little flower child had a backbone. He liked a smart mouth on a woman. He liked a good body and a pretty face too. All these things made for a more interesting lay. What he didn’t like was all this new age crap and this girl was the fucking embodiment of that, from her long skirt and bare feet to the T-shirt with a painted mermaid on the front and the actual flower in her hair. She was probably one of the artists. No doubt she also read tarot cards. Real fucking shame.

“Travis Sinclair.”

“And who exactly is Travis Sinclair?” She perched her hands on her hips, which inadvertently thrust her tits upward. Nice. His mouth watered.

“The new landlord of this place.”

Her eyes widened and it looked like she might be choking. “Oh.”

“And you are?”
She took only a moment to recover, then sighed and rubbed her lips together before finally replying. “I’m Billie Taylor. The tenant.”

“You’re Billie?” It was his turn for shock. And he hated to be shocked.

Was this Sophie’s idea of a fucking joke? He’d told her his intention to stay in a room

at the old clubhouse, and she’d let him believe Billie was a man. No way he was staying at The Priory with Ajax calling the shots. It was bad enough that Travis couldn’t walk away from all this shit, but that wasn’t an option.

He wished he had it in him just to give Sophie his share of the inheritance, ride out of this fucking city and never come back. None of them actually needed the real estate—he and Micah had enough money now to never want for anything, and Leon had lived in a fucking bayou for the last decade. By choice. He wasn’t right in the head. And neither was Ajax, which was why giving Sophie his share wasn’t an option. Looked like she and Ajax were together now, which meant he’d be essentially giving his share to Ajax.

Not in this fucking lifetime.

“Yep. That’s me.” The blonde lifted her chin high and hit him with another smile, but this one wasn’t friendly at all.

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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. Rachael loves to hear from readers and can be contacted through her website at


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