***CONTENT WARNING*** This book is NOT suitable for under 18s due to a ridiculous amount of sexual situations that just aren't cool to replicate if you're under age.
A Contemporary biker romance.
Maddie's life has always been hard. With an absent mother and a father who is beyond help. She's all on her own.
When her father carks it, she has no money, and some jerk with bad breath is always hovering around her to take advantage.
So she goes to the one person who owes her a favour - her mother. She's married to the president of the MC Outlaws. That's a motorcycle club. Maddie's never really been into that shit, but she doesn't have a choice. And surprisingly, she's going to come to rely on the Outlaws more than she ever expected.
Cole is one of those jackass guys who girls should keep away from at all costs. But he's hot, and Maddie finds she can't help herself. He's her dad's Vice Prez, and so goddamned hot, he'd melt the panties off a nun.
She should run, she should stay as far away from her past as she can, but instead, she keeps running to that sexy biker, Cole.
Cole understands Maddie, you see - he's damaged too. Can these two tortured souls find a way to heal each other. Will Cole be her Champion?
PURCHASE LINKS:
Amazon - Coming Soon
MY VIEWS:
Sexy, page - melting and panty soaking HOT are just some of the words I could use to describe this book but they don't even do Underworld Champions anywhere near enough justice.
Full of sex scenes that had me squirming throughout while still managing to keep me gripped with the brilliant storyline and enough twists to keep me hooked from beginning to end.
This book was so far up my street I could live there. The characters are bad-ass and a refreshing change from the regular love stories I read about. I fell completely and utterly in love with Cole, not only is he sexy as hell, hard as they come and full of the perfect type of dirty talk to get you all hot and bothered, he also has a sensitive side when it comes to Maddie and would do anything to protect her.
Maddie is just as brilliant, she has had it tough her whole life and her past had my heart utterly breaking. She is smart mouthed and not afraid to deal out some ass-kickings when needed. There is one scene where she catches a *Biker Whore* giving Cole a blow Job, how she handles it is genius and had me laughing like a crazy lady.
Underworld Champions is an amazing debut that I devoured in one sitting and I will be be eagerly (and impatiently) awaiting book two in what is sure to be a fantastic MC series.
I give Underworld Champions 5 BIG BOOK LOVE STARS!
EXCERPT
“That’s the little bitch trespasser I was tellin’ you about earlier,” Banger announces, the moment he sees me. I suck in my breath, feeling a little surprised when I’m confronted with my step-father and Banger, who are standing in his living room, looking slightly pissed off.
“You couldn’t call
and say you were coming?” my step-father rumbles, his hands on his hips as he
looks at me pointedly.
“Surprise?” I try to sound confident and behave as though
having two angry bikers staring at me, doesn’t faze me. But it does. Fuck I’m
weak.
“You know her Prez?” an older man I didn’t see before asks
from by the front door, his voice even more smoke worn than my step-father’s.
“She’s my daughter.”
The statement causes both Banger’s and my jaw to drop, like
we’re both characters in a cartoon show. “Shit Prez. I had no idea,” he
bumbles.
“Don’t you mean ‘step-daughter’?” I demand, wondering what
the hell is going on.
He just grunts and doesn’t give me an answer to my question.
“You and me. We’ve got a lot to talk about.”
“But…” I start, only to be interrupted.
“We’ll talk tonight. I’ve got shit to attend to back at the
club, and your mother will want to have this talk too. Just make yourself at
home until then. Alright?”
“Fine,” I say. What else can I do?
“You know we have this place alarmed right?” a voice says
from in the hallway. Shit. There’s someone else here too?
When my eyes search for the source of the voice, my heart
stops. I see him. He’s the most perfect specimen of a man, I’ve ever laid my
eyes on. If an angel, fell to earth and decided to go all rugged and shit, then
join a biker gang - You’d have this guy. He’s the exact opposite to what I’d
imagined my father’s men to look like. He has dark messy hair and blue eyes, so
piercing that I swear they’re lasering the seam of my panties as we speak.
Because ladies, those panties are about to drop to the floor. Oh. My. God.
There’s talking going on. But I don’t even hear. I’m too
mesmerised by the man moving toward me, and the fact that as he speaks, I see
the flash of silver in his mouth. He has a tongue piercing.
My pussy just clenched.
My eyes rake over his body, drinking in every divine detail
of his hard, lean, physique - the silver chain on his neck and his Harley
Davidson ring are downright sexy, as are the leather cuffs that adorn the wrist
of his tattooed arms. On his cut, it says he’s the club VP.
“Did you even ask her who she was at the compound, Banger?
You’re a fuckin’ idiot. I don’t even know why we patched you in.” His voice is
thick and deep, and rolls over me like a caressing hand. I clench my insides
again, sure that my panties must be drenched just from looking at him.
Clench. Clench.
Clench.
“Enough,” my step-father interrupts, silencing the two men.
The hot one narrows his eyes at Banger, whose face has turned pale. “Banger. Go
back with Robbo and man your post. Next time, find out who the fuck you’re
pullin’ your gun on. And you,” he says,
his eyes landing on me. “Don’t ever break into my house again. You’ll fuckin’
wait outside on the fuckin’ veranda. Got it?”
“Whatever,” I return, rolling my eyes at the whole stupid
situation. Banger makes some sort of apology and leaves.
“You’ve got a giant set of fucking balls on you girl,” the
hot one says to me.
“Balls are soft. I’ve got a vagina. Much tougher.” I
straighten to my entire five foot-six height and fold my arms across my chest
defiantly.
“Is that so?” he grins, his cheeks creasing into dimples
that make him even sexier than he already was. Clench.
He saunters over, pausing in front of me, a cocky look on
his face as he openly ogles me. “Not bad.” His eyes are on my tits when he says
that, so I push him away. Annoyed. Embarrassed… something.
“Cole,” my step-father growls, taking a hold of my arm and
pulling me around so I’m facing him. “How long are you stayin’ for?”
“I don’t know. Just until I’m back on my feet.”
“You can stay as long as you like,” he says, his voice
holding an hint of kindness.
“I don’t need your fucking charity,” I bite out, tightening
my arms across my chest.
“Sure you don’t. Why the hell else would you be sniffing
around here then?” Hot guy/VP/Cole says from behind me.
“Cole.” My step-father growls again, and I wonder what kind
of President appoints a mouthy VP. His eyes land on me again.
“’If I’m an inconvenience, you could always just give me a
loan and I’ll get out of here.” I shrug, hating that I do need help. “Just ‘til
I can get a job and pay you back.”
My step-father narrows his eyes, thinking for a moment. I
hope that he’s thinking about giving me some cash, so I can piss off and get on
with my life. “You can stay here, and I’ll work out a way for you to earn your
keep.” He digs in his pocket and hands me a key. “Next time though, use this.”
“You’re lucky nothin’ happened to you on the way here. It’s
not safe for a girl wandering around out there on her own,” Cole rumbles from
behind me.
“I’ll was fine. I know what cars sound like.”
“It’s not the cars you should be worried about. It’s the bikers
who don’t know you’re Prez’s daughter. They won’t waste any time trying to fuck
that tight little arse of yours.”
“Cole,” my step-father warns again.
I turn my head to Cole and look him dead in the eye. “Step-daughter,”
I insist. “And it wouldn’t be the first time. I’m used to men taking what they
want from me.” The comment causes an expression I can’t quite read to flit
across his features. “Thanks for the bed,” I say to my step-father, holding up
the key as I meet his eyes. They’re filled with questions right now. It makes
me wonder what type of an upbringing he and my mother think I had.
He grips at my wrist, pulling me a little closer toward him.
“Don’t ever walk to the compound on your own again. Understand?”
“Whatever ‘Prez’,” I spit, openly mocking him.
He leans in, close to my ear and growls. “It’s my club. I don’t give a fuck who you
are. I command respect. Understood?”
Looking up at him, I nod.
He releases my hand and turns toward the door. “Stay put.
I’ve got shit to do. So we’ll talk later.”
“Goodbye princess,” Cole rumbles in my ear on the way past.
I stand there, watching as the both leave, my heart jumping
wildly in my chest as Cole turns at the door and winks at me. It makes my
nipples tighten.
Fuck that man’s delicious. Clench, clench, clench.
Ella
is a twenty-something Australian author who has spent most of her life,
living on the wrong side of the tracks, hanging around with the wrong
kind
of people. At the time, it was fun and dangerous. But now that she's
cleaned herself up, and started a family, she's decided to write, using
her past as the inspiration for the many tales she wants to share.
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