Author: Bella Jewel
Series: MC Sinners Series, #1
Publisher by: Independent
Published on: August 18, 2013
Genres: Erotic Romance
Sex. Who really knows sex? I mean, we've all had sex, great sex even but when you get down to the details, how many of us actually see sex for the raw, primal act that it is?
I thought I knew sex. I've had sex. Heck, I've felt lust. Once, I've even felt love. I thought I knew exactly what sex was.
Until I met Cade.
He's the meaning of sex.
He's a biker.
He wants me.
My world is about to change, for the better? I don't know. But here's my story, I hope you're ready for it because it's not the beautiful, heart wrenching story most people have to tell. It's passionate, forbidden, morally incorrect and downright, fucking beautiful.
So….Mari and I are going to try to put the book into words because really it is more of an experience that all should take a ride on. Yeah guys….we love the book that much.
Okay we do need to get on a bit of soap box first cause we gotta get something off our chests. It will be followed by a kick ass review so stay with us ok? 🙂
Prior to this book release we saw some people on social media bashing the book based on a few teasers. The book had not even been published yet and they were already comparing it to other authors who write about bikers and MC’s. Now…Mari and I, if you know us, know we love our bikers, tattoos, bad ass, pierced, totally unrealistic alpha male characters. It is our drug/obsession. Seriously….we will read anything that has anything about it. Comparing this book to other books is comparing apples to oranges. Are there similarities in all these books….abso-fucking-lutely 😉 Why? Cause people, the persona is pretty much the same no matter how you slice it. The persona is all primitive caveman hot. It should be….that’s why you chose it silly.
The differences come in character development, writing style and story lines. All those wonderful things that make us love our fave authors. The style that is unique to them and them alone. Two of our favorite biker writers are Madeline Sheenen, who writes about the gritty side of biker life and Kristen Ashley, who writes about the bikers who LOVE their old ladies with everything they are. They both write awesome stories, in their own styles but have some similarities. It’s just inevitable. Has it stopped us from reading most of their books more than once?? Nope 🙂
I (Julie) love my cowboy books *swoon* but guess what? The basis is the same for most of them. They own a ranch, they are rich but humble, they are family oriented, they have muscles for days that make you want to melt into puddle of goo and wife beaters and cowboy boots never looked so good. It is the way of writing people. STOP BEING HATERS!!! It’s not nice. ***Julie and Mari climb off soapbox now***
Now onto the panty melting, orgasm inducing hotness that is Hell’s Knights….
When we first saw Hell’s Knights advertised we got excited. I mean like we were doing a happy dance in our chair’s excited because we so needed a hot biker book. It sounded hot and it did not disappoint. This book is all about hot sex, some sass and some seriously hot bikers.
Addy has had a shitty life. I mean like awful. Poor girl got the world’s worse mother ever. Through it all she is sassy, strong and just plain bad ass….we loved every minute of her.
Life isn’t easy when you have no one. Everything you do, you have to do alone. There’s no one to lean on. There’s one to help you out when you’re in trouble. There’s no one to cry with, and no one to share your laughter. You get tough, not because you want to, but because you have to. Who am I to complain though? What is it they say? Someone always has it harder than you? It’s true. It’s always true. No matter how bad you have it, someone out there has it worse. Is that a comforting thought? Hell no, but it’s a fact, and sometimes fact is all you need.
After some bad shit goes down she has no where else to turn and seeks help from her father. Jackson is president to Hell’s Knight’s MC and the man she has not seen since she was 4 years old. Want a clue how shitty her life was?
“You’re a bit late to play daddy now, Jackson. In fact, I am pretty sure you lost that chance the day I turned thirteen and got raped by a man nearly three times my age.”
Yeah, that shitty. Does it stop her from getting in a bad ass bikers face? Hell no! 🙂 and we loved her all the more for it. She sees Cade on the same night she arrives at her dad’s MC. She says he is the kind of guy you want to fuck just for the experience. Oh hell yea!
“I have to agree with you, Curly,” he drawls in a voice so deep and husky, my panties become soaked in seconds thinking about how sexy that voice would sound while he was fucking a girl senseless. “Girl is brave jumpin’ into a biker’s lot.”
I can smell him, and fuck, he smells like man dipped in chocolate, covered with fuckable sprinkles.
Things progress between her and Cade, her and Jackson and even a few members of the club itself. She slowly starts to find a happiness she never thought she would have. She finds a family. She finds love in more than one place in the rough MC club called Hell’s Knights.
“I’m not wrong. I’ve seen a lot of people in my life, and I’ve been with a lot of girls. None of them are as real as you. I’ll fuck you, sugar . I’ll claim you because you’re the meaning of need. You’re what I’ve been lookin’ for.”
Just when things seem to maybe be working out, maybe. Shit hits the fan…of course. The person she was running from finds her and things get serious. It also how we meet Spike. Ohh Spike….you think he is bad guy at first but once you learn some of his and Cade’s back story that could not be further from the truth. Him and Addy end up in very cute and messed up friendship. It is really fun to read.
Now to the good part…..the sex 😉
Cade is thick, long and pierced. He has the kind of cock that makes women beg for more, slightly titled up, thick head , and those silver barbells in the perfect locations. I squeeze him and feel him pulse beneath my palm.
Yeah, she wrote that and we fucking quoted that bitch. You feeling us now…yeah? That is just the tip of sexual iceberg my friends. There is hot sex on a bike, hot sex on a bar, hot sex with ice (OMG!!! BEST SCENE EVER!!!) Hot sex on just about every surface in this book. We loved every. fucking. word. There were a few in there that even Mari and I haven’t tried and that’s saying a whole lot since we were some crazy bitches in our youth. Mari has been begging her man to try a few and she talked him into one thing but the jury is still out on the rest…..cross your fingers for her…hehe
Don’t pick this book up unless you are ready for your panties to melt straight off and be changed a couple of times and then just decide to take them off and sit on a towel its easier that way and saves on underwear. Bella Jewel….We cannot wait for more of the MC Sinners Series if they are all going to be this hot! If we ever make it to Australia we suggest you prepare for some serious fan-girling n maybe some moderate stalking….just saying. Why you still reading this dumb review….go ONE CLICK THAT BITCH 🙂
I don’t know what I expected Cade to do, but what he does, has my head spinning. He takes me to a private bar out the back, and locks the door. It’s empty, and my guess, not used a great deal. I watch as he stalks over to the bar and walks around, picking up a bottle of whiskey. He flicks the top off, and puts it to his mouth, drinking. I watch as his throat moves, and oh my, I think my panties just went from soaked to drenched. When he puts the bottle down, he opens the nearby freezer and pulls out some ice. He shrugs off his leather jacket, grips the hem of his shirt and tears it off. I stare, eyes wide.
Cade is f**king beautiful. Every inch of him would make any woman’s panties soaked in seconds. He comes around the bar and stops in front of me. His face is hard to read, but I can still see the lingering anger behind his stony expression. He’s angry at me, no, he’s fucking wild at me. Understandable, I suppose. I watch as he reaches down, gripping his jeans and popping the top button. I swallow and my palms become damp. When he lowers them and his c*ck springs free, I shudder. He steps forward, gripping my jaw and running his thumb over my bottom lip. His gaze is intense, fierce, even a touch feral. He grips a couple of ice cubes, and puts them towards my mouth.
“Suck these, then get on your knees sugar, and suck my c*ck.”