Series: Breaking The Declan Brothers #1
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 17, 2015
“Some boys can get rough, some don’t always listen when you tell them to stop, and some boys, they’re just monsters. You gotta be careful who you play with…” ~ Jax Declan
I haven’t see Jax Declan in years. A couple friends and I are going back to the Bayou for the summer. A little older now, and a bit wiser, I’ve decided that I’m going to find my teenage crush and I’m going to break him. This summer Jax Declan will play with me.
But the closer I get and the more I learn about the reserved, discreet, and sexy Jax Declan. Well, I’m starting to think that Jax Declan might just be one of those bad boys he tried to warn me about all those years ago.
Jax is the first book in the Breaking the Declan Brothers series, and Jax, 30, is the oldest of the Delcan Brothers and the object of Emmie Rue’s desires when she returns, for the summer, to the Bayou where she grew up. Em and her two friends hatch a plan to snag each of the brothers, her one friend having previously dated Slate and her other friend having not yet met Zeke.
The best part of the story is most definitely the seriously hot banter between Jax and Em that is laced with fun innuendos. Reading their dialogue is a lot of fun and the strong point of the book.
“‘Let’s get something clear here. When we f*ck, if I tell you to do something, it’s so that I can regain control over not you, but myself.’” —Jax
Jax is pretty alpha male with some rough tendencies. From the glimpses of the other brothers, I think it’s probably safe to say he’s the most settled, mature one, focused on staying in control.
“He’s a breath stealer, a thought hog, and a pussy nagger. He consumes my ability to think, and with every look, every damn word he teases my raging womanly desires.” — Emmie Rue
Emmie calls herself a tease and she probably is. Even though she’s a college graduate, sometimes she still seemed like a little girl trying to play a big girl game. Honestly, a lot of the characters often felt closer to twenty than thirty. A little more background or development with Em might have helped me connect with her more.
The premise and a few situations felt a little contrived, but it’s a quick and steamy read told via Em and Jax’s alternating first person POV. If you're looking for a sexy read, this is one to check out. The ending sets up the next book/couple and a sample of Slate, coming later this year, is included.
~Alternate POV Scene~
…from behind me, heels click on the hardwood floor. Fuck! I shake my head. Some chick must be following me. Well, that’s what I get for jumping in the ring tonight. Damn, groupies. I thought this shit only happens to Zeke, not that he doesn’t welcome it. God love him, but my little bro’s a man-whore. I continue toward the door, maybe the chick will get the hint.
My feet come to a halt and I slowly smile. I know that voice. Can’t say that I’m not happy to hear it, my cock certainly is, that fucker jumps a few inches. I uncurl my lips, glance over my shoulder, and let my eyes stroll down Emmie Rue, surveying the tight shirt hugging her perky tits, the short skirt revealing her slender thighs and those high heels...dammit. I’m a sucker for high heels. My cock jumps another inch. I flash my eyes to hers. “What are ya doing back here, Em?”
She struts her perfect little figure on over to me and sets her hands on her hips. “I think the bigger question is what the hell were you doing out there? You fight?”
I turn around. Hands taped and balled at my sides, sweat dripping down my naked chest, I shrug, “Sometimes.” Man, I don’t know how long I’m gonna last. Not sure, how much longer I’m going to be able to hold back from taking her, from fucking that sassiness right out of her fine, sassy-ass.
“Do you own this place?”
“Zeke, Slate, and me, yeah.” I swipe a hand over my sweat-soaked hair. “Look, I gotta take a shower,” I say. Fully aware that for her safety I need to distant myself from her attainable body.
She takes a step closer. Her eyes glide down my ready-to-fuck body, but they don’t make it to my feet. Not helping matters, they take a momentary pause at my growing rod. Then, from beneath the hoods of her lids, she peers up at me. “You want some company in the shower?”
“Now, Emmie Rue,” I drop my hand from my head, “you don’t wanna go teasin’ me,” I say, hands clutching and releasing at my sides. I’m tryin’ real hard to restrain myself here.
Her brow arches. “Maybe I do.”
“No. You don’t,” I chuckle. “I’m not one of your boy toys you can play with.”
“Who says,” she places a finger on my chest and runs it down along my tattoo, following the tribal art to the waist of my shorts, getting real close to that danger zone, “I’m looking for a toy?”
“Oh, you’re lookin’ for somethin’, but the games I like to play aren’t always nice,” I snatch her wandering hand, “and I can assure you that I don’t always follow the rules.”
“What rules?” Her sly eyes slant up at me.
Fuck! She is tempting. I laugh, not about to give in to my cock that easily. I release her wrist. “The kind of rules beauty queens expect.”
“I’m not that girl anymore.”
“Yeah. Maybe not.” My eyes drop to her mouth. “Still, I’d take you to a place where even all grown-up princesses are afraid to go.”
“Well, then, it’s good that I’m not a princess, either.”
“No?” I grin down at her, wanting badly to believe it.
Her head tilts and she smiles up at me. “No.”
“Well, then,” I say, ready to challenge her, curious to see just how far she’s willing to go to prove it, “show me you’re not afraid to get dirty. Get on your knees.”
Just as I thought, her smile slowly wanes. “What?”
“Get down on your knees and suck my cock.”
Her eyes go wide. She opens her mouth, then shuts it. She looks to the left then the right. Damn, is she considering it? Shit! My cock thumps to full capacity. “But,” her eyes snap back to me, “anyone could come along and see us.”
“And?” I arch a brow.
“They’d see me sucking your cock.”
“And?” The side of my mouth lifts a little.
“And… and that’s just not right.”
“I warned you, there’s no right or wrongs when it comes to me,” my grin spreads.
As predicted, little Emmie Rue, she’s not ready for me…yet.
~About the Author~Kelly’s motto ~ "Bad boys, give 'em a little time and experience, and they will evolve into misbehaving men!" And what hot-blooded woman doesn’t want a naughty, all grown up bad boy?
Kelly Gendron is the author of the TroubleMaker series, the up and coming series ~ Breaking the Declan Brothers, and a few other romantic suspense novels.
When she's not writing steamy, blush producing romances, she's out meeting new people while representing a group of reputable nursing facilities. You can find Kelly in a quiet suburb, somewhere between Buffalo and Niagara Falls. If you Google her, she’ll pop up there too. And, please do find her. Kelly loves to hear from her readers, and meeting new people.