Release Blitz - Gingersnap by Victoria Jayne

Title: Gingersnap

Series: Odin's Fury Motorcycle Club #4

Author: Victoria Jayne

Publisher: Limitless Publishing

Genre: Adult Dark Contemporary Romance

Release Date: January 11, 2022

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Safe. Sane. Consensual.

Liz "Gingersnap" finally found the perfect, most compatible play partner.

The only problem? DASH is the ultimate bad boy. The last one cost her a great job, but being with DASH? Yeah, Gingersnap upped the ante – her life.

DASH has never played with a woman like Gingersnap.

But the Ohio Chapter of Odin's Fury is withering. DASH's club brother is missing. The very club he dedicated his life to, might just be the thing that costs DASH his woman. Which could be for the best.

Yet, despite that, they can't deny the truth. They're addicted to one another. In the end, they'll have to decide if the perfect play partner is worth the ultimate risk.

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“You good?” he asked over the sound of the Rolling Stones playing on the speakers.

“Yeah.” She stepped closer. The scent of his freshly smoked cigarette practically slapped her in the face, but she pushed it aside. There were more pressing matters. “I’m missing something.”

A cocky half smile spread on his face as he wrapped an arm around her waist. “Oh? What is that?” He lead her deeper into the bar. “Your anal virginity?”

Her stomach fluttered.

“Ass.” She laughed nervously and slapped his shoulder.

“Yes, it’s quite nice.” He chuckled with her.

“Oh my god!” She brought her hands up and covered her face in exasperation, scrubbing for a second and then dropping them. “I meant my panties.”

She hadn’t realized she said it so loud. The snorts and looks from those around her only added to the embarrassment.

He laughed harder and pulled her closer. “I told you they were a privilege,” he whispered in her ear. “You lost that privilege.”

Her mouth fell open. He couldn’t be serious. She was in a skirt, in public, and this was not a play space. This was real life. Her gaze darted around, and for a second she felt like everyone around them knew. They knew what she and Dash had done, and they knew now she was panty-less.

“Hey.” Dash cupped her face with his hands. “Hey. Come back.”

The tender tone starkly contrasted his deeper, dominant one, and the butterflies in her heart fluttered far too emphatically for her liking.

If her mouth hadn’t been so dry, she would have swallowed down her panic. Scanning his gray eyes for answers, she couldn’t find words. He couldn’t be serious.

“This is public play,” he reminded her and rested his forehead on hers. “You said you were into this.”

“I never,” she started. “I never—this isn’t what—” This wasn’t what she had meant. She’d meant play parties. She’d meant kink events. This was a completely different sort of head trip.

He nodded, bringing her focus back to him. He dipped down and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. With his arms wrapped around her, his affections disarmed her almost as much as the tone he’d used to get her attention.

Once he broke the kiss, he met her gaze. “Tell me your color.”

Color? He wanted a color. Shit. They were still playing. The stop-light system still applied. Her color. What was her color?

“Yellow.” She was still turned on as all get out, but conflicted about being panty-less in public. This wasn’t a designated play place.

He grinned. “Good. We still have some dinner to eat.”

“Can I get a drink?” she asked.

“This is a bar.” He snickered. “Of course.”

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Victoria Jayne is a Jersey Girl through and through. She doesn’t pump gas, she eats pork roll, and grew up on the shore. She lives with her journalist husband and her two darling daughters.

When not writing, Victoria enjoys baking with her daughters, rooting for the New Jersey Devils, thinking of home improvement projects for her husband, daydreaming/planning vacations she’ll never take, and staying up far too late chatting on Discord.

The worlds of Suzanne Wright, JD Tyler, Dianne Duvall, Elisabeth Naughton, Madeline Sheehan, Tillie Cole, Kim Jones, JL Drake, and Joanne Wylde inspired Victoria. After binge reading them, she committed to writing and publishing her own books. She loves discovering new authors and the characters they create just as much as her own.

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Cover Reveal - Gingersnap by Victoria Jayne

Title: Gingersnap

Series: Odin's Fury Motorcycle Club #4

Author: Victoria Jayne

Publisher: Limitless Publishing

Genre: Adult Dark Contemporary Romance

Cover Design: Deranged Doctor Design

Release Date: January 11, 2022

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Safe. Sane. Consensual.

Liz "Gingersnap" finally found the perfect, most compatible play partner.

The only problem? DASH is the ultimate bad boy. The last one cost her a great job, but being with DASH? Yeah, Gingersnap upped the ante – her life.

DASH has never played with a woman like Gingersnap.

But the Ohio Chapter of Odin's Fury is withering. DASH's club brother is missing. The very club he dedicated his life to, might just be the thing that costs DASH his woman. Which could be for the best.

Yet, despite that, they can't deny the truth. They're addicted to one another. In the end, they'll have to decide if the perfect play partner is worth the ultimate risk.

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Dash had planned to take Liz to a cute Italian restaurant with low lighting and a romantic atmosphere. He’d wanted them to have a normal vanilla evening of getting to know one another. His intentions were pure. Drumming his fingers on the steering wheel of his truck, he bopped his head to the beat of Black Betty by Ram Jam, doing his best to hide the disappointment in himself. She’d deserved a better date—first date.

But she answered the door in that threadbare robe, wearing the hottest fucking bra and panty set he’d ever seen. He was just a man, and not a good one at that. His little vixen knew exactly what she’d done, and he was nothing if not accommodating with his partners. So, he’d come up with something on the fly.

And fly they did if he wanted to get any sort of food in her. The speed limits on these roads were merely a suggestion this time of night anyway, right?

Unfortunately, the time it took to get her prepped, dressed, and for her to do whatever it was she did with her hair, meant that their choices for dinner dwindled. He wanted to take her somewhere nicer, but the Broken Spoke seemed their only option now.

Owned by the club, he knew he’d get no flack for wanting food this late. It also meant his brothers would be there. Pulling up to the Spoke in a cage, instead of his Road King, meant his brothers would notice.

Hell, they’d notice because Liz was a fucking hot redhead. It didn’t matter what he drove to get there. Blondes were a dime a dozen, but fiery bitches—they were hard to come by. Add to it, he didn’t have her on his bike—they’d think he wasn’t serious about her. Was he?

Fuck him running. He normally prided himself on his ability to plan. He swerved to hit yet another pothole just to hear her groan as the plug shifted in her ass, and to prove to himself that yes, he did in fact plan shit. But he realized he may have made the wrong decision when it came to which vehicle he’d chosen. Taking her to the Spoke meant exposing her to the club.

Sure, she’d been at the funeral, but with all the people there, she was written off as just another citizen. Showing up at the Spoke with him—yeah, they’d notice. Not to mention, she’d notice the colors. They hadn’t exactly spoken about his club involvement. He screwed himself for sure.

With his hand on her thigh, he felt the muscles in her leg tightening as she squeezed. It sparked a grin. The plug had worked. Since she wasn’t all that experienced with ass play, he knew he’d have to get it out soon. Which was why he’d insisted on her bringing a large purse.

They pulled into the half-paved and half-gravel lot. He immediately counted the bikes and noted the prospect at the door. Romeo’s and Mittens’ bikes stood out against the rest. Shouldn’t his brothers be on their way home? Too late to turn back now.

“Sorry it’s not a nicer place.” He patted her leg. “Plans had to be adjusted.” He grinned because he wasn’t about to apologize for why they’d had to adjust plans. “Next time.”

Her pale blue eyes rimmed with arousal from having hit every bump on the way there. Though, he suspected there was a post-orgasmic glow there as well. It looked good on her, and the half chub in his pants persisted.

“I’m sure it’s fine.” A sultry smile spread across her lips.

That did nothing to ease the strain in his jeans. Truly a minx, he’d never be convinced she didn’t know exactly what she did to him.

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Victoria Jayne is a Jersey Girl through and through. She doesn’t pump gas, she eats pork roll, and grew up on the shore. She lives with her journalist husband and her two darling daughters.

When not writing, Victoria enjoys baking with her daughters, rooting for the New Jersey Devils, thinking of home improvement projects for her husband, daydreaming/planning vacations she’ll never take, and staying up far too late chatting on Discord.

The worlds of Suzanne Wright, JD Tyler, Dianne Duvall, Elisabeth Naughton, Madeline Sheehan, Tillie Cole, Kim Jones, JL Drake, and Joanne Wylde inspired Victoria. After binge reading them, she committed to writing and publishing her own books. She loves discovering new authors and the characters they create just as much as her own.

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Release Blitz - Sparrow by Victoria Jayne

Title: Sparrow

Series: Odin's Fury Motorcycle Club #2

Author: Victoria Jayne

Publisher: Limitless Publishing

Genre: Adult Dark Contemporary Romance

Release Date: September 14, 2021

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Regrets. She has a few.

Nothing went how Sparrow Malone planned. Her boyfriend didn’t get clean. She didn’t take the entrance exam, and the motorcycle club her father had been a part of is crumbling. To add insult to injury, Jacob didn’t stay in Montana.

Screw him over once, shame on her. Do it twice, shame on him. Jacob gave up on Sparrow when he left without her two years ago. But Odin’s Fury Motorcycle Club still had business in Ohio. Which meant he did too.

The first time, it wasn’t their fault. Their second chance didn’t end well. While both swore never to repeat past mistakes, they can’t help themselves.

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A fling, a moment of weakness, a fond memory, those were the things Jacob Karolsson was supposed to be. He was supposed to stay in her goddamn fantasy and in fucking Montana.

Okay, one time. There was one time she’d allow him into Ohio. The rally. She’d concede that. He could come for the rally and she would avoid it like the plague. It shouldn’t be too hard. It was good to have a plan.

“You got any Jameson back there?” he asked once the crowd practically parted for him to walk to the bar. The whiteness of his teeth was a stark contrast to his dark beard as he put his elbows on the bar top, smiled, and leaned over it.

Frozen in place, Sparrow looked him over as though she wasn’t sure he was real. Enforcer. Blinking at him, she realized he’d gotten an officer position. When her gaze made it to his light blue eyes, she stuffed the lollipop in her mouth.

Jesus Christ those eyes.

Something jabbed her in the side, and the trance was broken. The hum of conversation over Aerosmith rushed to her ears, and she turned to see Kimber holding a bottle of Jameson, and peering at her questionably. Caught staring at him like a high school girl with a crush. Could she be any more pathetic?

Taking it, she offered a smile to Kimber first and then looked to Jacob. Still grinning, he seemed to have added a bit of smugness to it. Clearing her throat, she half-filled a lowball glass and placed it on a napkin for him.

Placing a twenty on the bar, he reached for his glass, allowing his digits to graze hers. Fire danced up her fingers, over her hand, and through her arm. She should have yanked her hand back. She should have looked away from him. She shouldn’t have turned into a puddle where she stood.

“Thank you,” he mouthed before pulling the glass away from her and bringing it to his lips.

Could someone sip whiskey sexily? Was it possible? It shouldn’t be. As much as she wanted to fan herself, she couldn’t. So, she did the next best thing. “You got this?” She may have asked Kimber the question, but she had no intention of staying for the answer.

“No! Wait, I…” Kimber’s voice trailed off as Sparrow made her way out the door of the bar. Dick move. She knew it, but if the woman knew what the hell it was about, she’d understand. Anyone who had any inkling of what had gone on between Sparrow and Jacob would understand why she’d just fled the bar.

The cool Ohio air chilled her heated skin as she walked along the side of the cinderblock building, heading for the back parking lot. She just needed to walk to her car and to drive away from all of it. It was too real.

Her car. Fuck. She didn’t have her car.

As the realization hit, she turned, and her back pressed against the bricks. Closing her eyes, her head hit the wall. She needed to figure out a way to handle these little pop-ups.

“I’m going to have to buy you a new shirt.” The deep timbre of his voice heated her just as much as the memory of his touch did.

“Why are you here?” she demanded without looking. The accusation in her tone wasn’t on purpose, but it was too late now. It’d been said.

The heat of his body close to hers tickled her skin. She might as well have been set on fire at the feel of his hands on her face. Before she could stop herself, she nuzzled into his palm. He made her lose her fucking head with the slightest of touches.

“Do you mean Ohio or the bar?” he whispered in her ear when he brushed his bearded cheek against hers. It looked coarse, but his facial hair was impossibly soft. The feel of it had her face tingling as much as his breath along her neck.

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Victoria Jayne is a Jersey Girl through and through. She doesn’t pump gas, she eats pork roll, and grew up on the shore. She lives with her journalist husband and her two darling daughters.

When not writing, Victoria enjoys baking with her daughters, rooting for the New Jersey Devils, thinking of home improvement projects for her husband, daydreaming/planning vacations she’ll never take, and staying up far too late chatting on Discord.

The worlds of Suzanne Wright, JD Tyler, Dianne Duvall, Elisabeth Naughton, Madeline Sheehan, Tillie Cole, Kim Jones, JL Drake, and Joanne Wylde inspired Victoria. After binge reading them, she committed to writing and publishing her own books. She loves discovering new authors and the characters they create just as much as her own.

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Cover Reveal - Sparrow by Victoria Jayne

Title: Sparrow

Series: Odin's Fury Motorcycle Club #2

Author: Victoria Jayne

Publisher: Limitless Publishing

Genre: Adult Dark Contemporary Romance

Cover Design: Deranged Doctor Design

Release Date: September 14, 2021

BLURB

Regrets. She has a few.

Nothing went how Sparrow Malone planned. Her boyfriend didn’t get clean. She didn’t take the entrance exam, and the motorcycle club her father had been a part of is crumbling. To add insult to injury, Jacob didn’t stay in Montana.

Screw him over once, shame on her. Do it twice, shame on him. Jacob gave up on Sparrow when he left without her two years ago. But Odin’s Fury Motorcycle Club still had business in Ohio. Which meant he did too.

The first time, it wasn’t their fault. Their second chance didn’t end well. While both swore never to repeat past mistakes, they can’t help themselves.

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A fling, a moment of weakness, a fond memory, those were the things Jacob Karolsson was supposed to be. He was supposed to stay in her goddamn fantasy and in fucking Montana.

Okay, one time. There was one time she’d allow him into Ohio. The rally. She’d concede that. He could come for the rally and she would avoid it like the plague. It shouldn’t be too hard. It was good to have a plan.

“You got any Jameson back there?” he asked once the crowd practically parted for him to walk to the bar. The whiteness of his teeth was a stark contrast to his dark beard as he put his elbows on the bar top, smiled, and leaned over it.

Frozen in place, Sparrow looked him over as though she wasn’t sure he was real. Enforcer. Blinking at him, she realized he’d gotten an officer position. When her gaze made it to his light blue eyes, she stuffed the lollipop in her mouth.

Jesus Christ those eyes.

Something jabbed her in the side, and the trance was broken. The hum of conversation over Aerosmith rushed to her ears, and she turned to see Kimber holding a bottle of Jameson, and peering at her questionably. Caught staring at him like a high school girl with a crush. Could she be any more pathetic?

Taking it, she offered a smile to Kimber first and then looked to Jacob. Still grinning, he seemed to have added a bit of smugness to it. Clearing her throat, she half-filled a lowball glass and placed it on a napkin for him.

Placing a twenty on the bar, he reached for his glass, allowing his digits to graze hers. Fire danced up her fingers, over her hand, and through her arm. She should have yanked her hand back. She should have looked away from him. She shouldn’t have turned into a puddle where she stood.

“Thank you,” he mouthed before pulling the glass away from her and bringing it to his lips.

Could someone sip whiskey sexily? Was it possible? It shouldn’t be. As much as she wanted to fan herself, she couldn’t. So, she did the next best thing. “You got this?” She may have asked Kimber the question, but she had no intention of staying for the answer.

“No! Wait, I…” Kimber’s voice trailed off as Sparrow made her way out the door of the bar. Dick move. She knew it, but if the woman knew what the hell it was about, she’d understand. Anyone who had any inkling of what had gone on between Sparrow and Jacob would understand why she’d just fled the bar.

The cool Ohio air chilled her heated skin as she walked along the side of the cinderblock building, heading for the back parking lot. She just needed to walk to her car and to drive away from all of it. It was too real.

Her car. Fuck. She didn’t have her car.

As the realization hit, she turned, and her back pressed against the bricks. Closing her eyes, her head hit the wall. She needed to figure out a way to handle these little pop-ups.

“I’m going to have to buy you a new shirt.” The deep timbre of his voice heated her just as much as the memory of his touch did.

“Why are you here?” she demanded without looking. The accusation in her tone wasn’t on purpose, but it was too late now. It’d been said.

The heat of his body close to hers tickled her skin. She might as well have been set on fire at the feel of his hands on her face. Before she could stop herself, she nuzzled into his palm. He made her lose her fucking head with the slightest of touches.

“Do you mean Ohio or the bar?” he whispered in her ear when he brushed his bearded cheek against hers. It looked coarse, but his facial hair was impossibly soft. The feel of it had her face tingling as much as his breath along her neck.

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Victoria Jayne is a Jersey Girl through and through. She doesn’t pump gas, she eats pork roll, and grew up on the shore. She lives with her journalist husband and her two darling daughters.

When not writing, Victoria enjoys baking with her daughters, rooting for the New Jersey Devils, thinking of home improvement projects for her husband, daydreaming/planning vacations she’ll never take, and staying up far too late chatting on Discord.

The worlds of Suzanne Wright, JD Tyler, Dianne Duvall, Elisabeth Naughton, Madeline Sheehan, Tillie Cole, Kim Jones, JL Drake, and Joanne Wylde inspired Victoria. After binge reading them, she committed to writing and publishing her own books. She loves discovering new authors and the characters they create just as much as her own.

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Release Blitz - Jacob by Victoria Jayne

Title: Jacob

Series: Odin's Fury Motorcycle Club #1

Author: Victoria Jayne

Publisher: Limitless Publishing

Genre: Adult Dark Contemporary Romance

Release Date: August 31, 2021

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Memories aren’t enough.

As the son of Odin's Fury Motorcycle Club's VP, Jacob "Romeo" Karolsson has a lot to live up to. Going to Ohio for club business is his opportunity to prove himself. If he does it right, he can also use it as his second chance with Sparrow Malone, the one that got away seven years ago.

But Sparrow has goals and a life of her own. As the daughter of a fallen biker, she knows a woman’s place in an MC all too well. It’s her place within the club she’s not sure about. Then Jacob rides back into town and steals her self-control, her decency, and her morals.

Amid lollipops, love letters, and a serenade, their undeniable connection draws them to each other. But their club obligations may keep them apart. In a world where loyalty is everything, they have to decide where theirs lie and what is worth sacrificing.

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“You’re sorry?” The deep husky voice came from behind. Jolting, she dropped her apron in startled surprise. With her hand over her chest, trying to keep her heart from bursting through it pounded so hard, she turned.

Unprepared for what she saw, her mouth fell open and her heart lodged in her throat.

She didn’t immediately recognize him. For the first few seconds, all she saw was his height and facial hair. It wasn’t until she scanned up to his eyes. Those glacier-colored pools. She’d never forget them. The light blue irises burned as they bored into her.

The mohawk was gone. In its place, thick dark hair hung just past his chin. Or where she thought his chin would be. He wore a full beard trimmed neatly. It hid the beautiful features she remembered from his youth. Oh, his chin dimple. The little divot she wanted to poke so badly when he was a kid couldn’t be seen.

“Jacob?” she whispered, and her heart resumed its rapid beats for a completely new reason. Was it really him or just another dream of them meeting up again? If she moved, he might disappear. She might wake up. So, she stood perfectly still, staring at him.

He kept his distance, just inside the back room, with the door closed behind him. Muffled rock music came through the walls, along with inaudible conversations from the few patrons of the bar. However, in that room, the heavy silence weighed her down.

In her dreams, he’d speak, but often so softly, she barely heard him. Licking her bottom lip, she worried she’d forgotten his true voice. Then again, would he sound the same seven years later? She willed him to speak, silently pleading with him to say something, anything, just to hear him again. What he’d said before, when she had her back to him, it didn’t count. She wasn’t paying attention. She didn’t know it was him. She did now. He had her full attention. If he would just speak.

Instead, he remained stock-still. His tall, lean body blocked the only exit, but she didn’t feel trapped. If anything, there was far too much space between them. As though her feet were cemented to the floor, unable to move, she took the opportunity to assess him. The grown version of him.

Starting at his feet, scuffed motorcycle boots made her grin. She’d imagined him riding the long hours from Montana to Ohio with the wind ripping through the bit of hair that escaped the bottom of his helmet.

Loose-fitting, faded jeans were torn at his left knee with a chain attached to his belt loop. The left side of her mouth curled upward in an involuntary half grin as she spotted the small—considering he was from Montana, home to many a cowboy—belt buckle.

He wore a faded Metallica t-shirt, which he’d loosely tucked into his jeans. Over it, as was the tradition for every biker, was his cut. Those leather vests were a second skin, only coming off to sleep, and that was if they didn’t pass out first.

She took a moment to appreciate his club’s little patches. Some were standard, like the four F’s he had on his side. Every club had a version of it. She guessed he stood for “Fury forever, forever Fury.” Her father’s was RFFR which stood for “Roughnecks forever, forever Roughnecks.” The diamond on his left shoulder with “1%” in it was far too familiar. His club was an outlaw club, too.

The American Motorcyclist Association commented forever ago that 99% of motorcyclists were law-abiding citizens, the implication being the last one percent were outlaws. It became a badge of honor to clubs like the Roughneck Riders and, apparently, Odin’s Fury.

Beneath his outlaw patch, a “Member” tag was stitched under his road name: Romeo. Immediately that half-smile she had for his belt buckle dropped. Heat flamed in her cheeks. What did that mean? A spike of irrational jealousy rippled through her. The idea of him earning a reputation for seducing women had her clenching her jaw, despite knowing it was a ridiculous reaction.

“Why’d you stop writing?” His voice sounded restrained.

His question, his voice—deeper than she remembered, yanked her out of her insecurity. She had no business caring. She had no claim on him. He wanted to be Romeo, some Lothario biker thinking he’s God’s gift to women, let him. It wasn’t any skin off her nose.

Pulling the lollipop from her mouth, she lifted her chin and took a deep breath. “My dad died.” She hadn’t said those words in a few years. She didn’t get out and mingle all that often—pretty much stuck with the Roughneck Riders family and they all knew. Ducky Oliveira died for his club.

AUTHOR BIO

Victoria Jayne is a Jersey Girl through and through. She doesn’t pump gas, she eats pork roll, and grew up on the shore. She lives with her journalist husband and her two darling daughters.

When not writing, Victoria enjoys baking with her daughters, rooting for the New Jersey Devils, thinking of home improvement projects for her husband, daydreaming/planning vacations she’ll never take, and staying up far too late chatting on Discord.

The worlds of Suzanne Wright, JD Tyler, Dianne Duvall, Elisabeth Naughton, Madeline Sheehan, Tillie Cole, Kim Jones, JL Drake, and Joanne Wylde inspired Victoria. After binge reading them, she committed to writing and publishing her own books. She loves discovering new authors and the characters they create just as much as her own.

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