Tuesday, March 31, 2015

BLOG TOUR & REVIEW: Jax (Breaking The Declan Brothers #1) by Kelly Gendron

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Title: Jax (Breaking The Declan Brothers #1)
Author: Kelly Gendron
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’m a tease, always have been. In my teens, Jax Declan tried to warn me about staying away from the bad boys. The only boy I ever wanted was Jax. But, no matter how much I tried to play with him, he rejected me. 
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.  

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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.

Jax by Kelly Gendron 4stars
I love love Kelly Gendron. If you haven’t already read it I recommend the Troublemaker series.  Stand alones that are awesome. Just like this one.
Kelly’s descriptions are great. You can immerse yourself in this book and escape for a while easily. The writing style flows so well that it seems to be live action.
The story is lovely and sweet with just enough drama to keep it interesting. I can’t wait to get my hands on Slate and Zeke’s stories.

I was gifted this book in exchange for an honest review. 

the Declan Brothers

I slip a trembling hand inside her shirt, move it up her soft belly, and reach her lacy bra. A moan escapes her lips, and I deepen the kiss. Pulling the lace out of my way, my knuckles scrape across a small bead. My heart beats recklessly beneath my own shirt. I find her nipple again, that perfect little tight bead, and squeeze it between my fingers. She whimpers against my mouth. I pinch harder. Fuck. I want to grip hold of it with my teeth.
Too anxious, I slide my hand down into her pants. The tight elastic waistband presses on my forearm, forbidding my entrance, but I’m gettin’ in there. I feel her wetness on the tips of my fingers. My heart beats faster. My finger follows all that wetness and fuck, it slips right into her softness. Damn, it’s so tight in there, so amazingly snug and warm. Man. I gotta get into that sweet, tight place. I pull out and thrust back in. Her hips move with my probing finger. A groan reels from me. Not breaking from the kiss, I pull my hand out, grab her pants, and start to yank them down.
“No,” she breathes over my mouth.
The blood in my veins pumps hard, pulsating and thrashing beneath my heated flesh. I neglect the sounds she’s making and strip her panties off. Her ripe pussy glistens beneath all that wetness. Fuck, it’s making my dick hurt so bad.
“No.” She pushes me.
Breaths rapid and shallow, I struggle to undo my pants.
“Stop.” She hits me in the chest.
I pull my dick free from my jeans. I’ve waited and waited. She’s made me wait. She said tonight. I could have her tonight. Blinded by the uncontrollable need to have her, I crawl over her fraught body. Afraid I’m going to blow my load before my dick can make it inside. I grab it. She slaps me, striking me across the face. My dick gets harder. I guide myself to her opening.
“No! Stop!”  she screams. Loud!
That’s when I snap out of it and look up.
That’s when I see it so alive in her eyes.
It rushes all through me.
I can taste, smell, and feel…her fear.


“So ladies,” I walk over with the wine glasses, “what should we do this summer?”
Rayna takes her glass from me and lifts it. “I say we eat and drink as much as we want. We’ll make it our goal to gain no less than ten pounds this summer.”
“No way.” Lurlene shakes a full head of dark copper hair as she captures the glass from my hand. “I just lost twenty pounds. It took me six months. Now, when I wear my skinny jeans, it doesn’t look like someone forgot to stop pouring me into them. I had to eat a salad, and I mean just lettuce, so I could afford the calories I plan to consume with you ladies tonight. Sorry,” she scrunches her freckled nose, “you’re going to have to come up with something else.”
“Yeah. Bad idea, Rayna.” I retrieve my glass of wine from the counter and enter the living room. “I know you’re exiting a long-term relationship and all. You might want to kick your heels up for a couple months,” I slumber into the sofa next to Lurlene and peer down at Rayna sitting on the floor, “but I’m looking to get laid his summer.”
“You’re always lookin’ to get laid.” Rayna takes a sip of her wine. “And ten pounds wouldn’t put a dent in that body of yours.”
“It’s my metabolism.” I flip a hand in the air. “It kicks ass.”
“Yeah, she gets her perfect figure from her mother and me,” Lurlene smirks. “People think I work at the damn gym.  If anyone needs to get laid, it’s me.”
My eyes flash to Lurlene. “I thought you were saving yourself for the one?”
“Heck, I’m twenty-five, and there’s not a single prospect within miles. I’m never going to find love.” Lurlene shrugs. “I’m reconsidering.”
Rayna props up on her knees, and her dark long strands swing forward. “Hey, I’ve got an idea.”
Oh, here we go. We’re definitely in trouble whenever Rayna gets that look in those sly-green eyes.
“You know my sister still has her place in the Bayou? Well, she hasn’t used it in a few years, busy with the fam, kids, and shit. We could go there for the summer. I’m between jobs, Emmie, you can do your job from anywhere, and Lurlene, you lucky bitch, you don’t have to be anywhere until the kiddos go back to school in the fall. What do you think?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t been back to the Bayou in years,” I say.
“It’s been six for me. But we could meet up with friends, hang out at all the old stomping grounds, build fires, and get drunk all summer long.”
“Yeah, and we could also run into the Declan brothers,” I say with a tight smile.
“The Declan brothers?” Lurlene glances back and forth between Rayna and me. She’s not from the Bayou.
“Jax, Zeke, and,” I lean toward Rayna, “Slate.”
“I’m so over him,” she waves a hand at me and takes a sip of her wine. “What?” She sets the glass down. “Like I said, it’s been six years.”
“What’s up with Slate,” Lurlene asks.
“Rayna dated him all through high school. There was even talk of marriage.”
“It was first love shit. And I got no problem seeing Slate Declan again. What about you?”
“What about me?”
“Jax Declan?”
“I never did anything with Jax Declan!”
“But you wanted to,” Rayna smirks.
“Never,” I outright lie.
“What about Zeke,” Rayna glances over at Lurlene, “he’s the player of plays. And he’s so fucking hot. Too bad the asshole knows it.”
“And that’s why I never touched him, either,” I say, now speaking from truth. “Way too many hands grabbing on that pole.”
“I hear he has an exceptional pole. But then again, so did Slate. I can only assume Jax does, too.” She drops back down onto the floor. “Do you think Jax is gay?”
“Oh my God, I never consider it, but ya know,” I grimace, “he might be. I’ve never seen him with a girl, much less heard of him dating anyone.” And God knows I tried to get that guy to notice me, but he ignored all my advances. “Who knows, if we did go back there we could find the Declan brothers all married with a new herd of little Declans saddling up to wreak havoc in the Bayou.”
“I say we check it out. Let’s do it, let’s wreak a little havoc of our own.” Rayna grins.
“I’d love to have another go at it with Jax.” I bite my lip, again the truth. “Ya know, to see if I could break him, find out if he’s into the same sex or not.”
“Uh-huh.” Rayna’s grin widens. “And I, just by being there, could break Slate’s heart like he kinda did mine. And you,” Rayna looks at Lurlene. “You could get that cherry of yours popped by the best damn lay in the Bayou, and you could break every one of Zeke Declan’s rules, too.”
“Rules?” Lurlene’s brows draw together.
“Yeah,” Rayna lifts a finger. “Rule number one; don’t call him, he’ll call you,” she raises another finger, “two; he doesn’t date, three; no sleepovers, and rule number four,” Rayna looks at me wiggling four long digits, “absolutely no virgins.”
“And,” I turn to Lurlene, “if you don’t agree, understand, and follow those rules, he refuses to sleep with you,” I say, holding back my laughter from the appalled look on Lurlene’s face.
“You’re just his type, and you have experience with refusing men so you could give Zeke Declan a real good run for his booty call.” Rayna’s eyebrows wiggle.
“His type,” Lurlene says.
“Remember, Emmie, what was her name?” Rayna snaps her fingers. “Shit. Luna Featherhouse. That’s it.  Oh, Zeke fell head over heels for her, but she wouldn’t give his cocky ass the time of day. Drove him insane. With our help, Lurlene could do it. She could get laid, and break Zeke, along with every one of his damn rules.”
“Wait,” Lurlene says, shaking her hands. “He really has rules, and girls agree to them just so they can have sex with this guy?” Rayna and I nod our heads. “And neither of you—”
“Eww!” Rayna’s body shakes with the heebie-jeebies. “God, no! I dated his brother, and Emmie, although she’s trying to deny it, only ever had eyes for Jax. So, what do you say?”
I roll my only-eyes-for-Jax-Declan at Rayna. “You’re absolutely crazy. Besides, there’s a good chance we’d get there and the Declan brothers are indeed all married.”
“But if they’re not, that could be our goal this summer.” Rayna picks up her wine glass in cheer. “To breaking the Declan brothers.”

JAX: Alternate POV
Emmie going after what she wants—JAX

…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.

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