Blood & Bones: Books 1-3: Blood Fury MC®

by Jeanne St. James

Genres: Action & Adventure Romance; Contemporary Romance; Erotic & Steamy Romance; Motorcycle Club Romance; Friends to lovers; biker romance; action adventure romance; motorcycle club; small town romance; MC Romance

Synopsis

BLOOD & BONES: TRIP (Book 1) -

Despite spilled blood and broken bones, Blood Fury will rise from the cold ashes left behind...

Trip, son of the former president of the Blood Fury MC, is determined to resurrect his dead father's destroyed club. It’ll be a long, difficult road as the new president attempts to rebuild the club from the cold ashes left behind.

Bad blood and bitter memories are only some of the obstacles Trip has to overcome. The local police department, Manning Grove PD, is another, since they don’t want to see their small town once again overrun by outlaw bikers.

Then there’s Stella, a local bar owner and a major distraction Trip doesn’t need, but can’t resist, even though she gives him every reason to. She’s tough, she’s broken, and the last thing she wants in her life is a man like him.

In the end, Trip has to decide if the war is worth fighting. And if Stella is the warrior he needs battling by his side.

BLOOD & BONES: SIG (Book 2) -

Revenge isn’t always sweet, but it sure can be satisfying...

Sig never wanted to return to Manning Grove since it didn’t hold any good memories. Growing up a part of the Blood Fury MC ended up being a disaster and screwed up his life, which led to him spending most of it in and out of jail. But now he’s not only back, he’s sitting at the table as VP next to Trip, his half-brother who has resurrected the MC from the ashes.

Still bitter about what went down twenty years ago, he’s now trying to move past it and stay out of jail for good. Until he finds a beaten and abused woman running through the woods, trying to escape her captors. Now all he can think about is revenge on the Shirley Clan, a group of sovereign citizens who follow no laws but their own. And if he isn’t careful, he might end up right back where he vowed to never go again. Behind bars.

BLOOD & BONES: JUDGE (Book 3)

Some risks are more dangerous than others...

Judd “Judge” Scott lives a simple life running a successful business with his cousin, Deacon. As a bail bondsman and bounty hunter, he’s good at what he does.

He never expected Trip to come home and resurrect the Blood Fury MC, reopening old wounds. Being asked by the new prez to fill his late father’s boots as the Sergeant at Arms should be a hard no for Judge. Not only are they some pretty big boots to fill, but he also has too much to lose if things go sideways. Besides it risking his bail bonds business, he’s worried history will repeat itself and Judge wants to avoid ending up in prison, or dead, exactly like his father did. Even so, he reluctantly takes the spot as the club’s enforcer and wears his old man’s colors on his back.

Despite having no interest in a woman complicating his life, he’s intrigued by the young mother who shows up in town with her little girl. However, once Judge learns why she’s come to Manning Grove, he finds he has no choice but to get involved. And that could create more complications than they’re worth.

Note: These books have no cheating, no cliffhangers and each book has an HEA. While it’s recommended to read my Brothers in Blue series first, it’s not necessary. For content warnings, please check my website.

 

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Release date: April 1, 2023

Publisher: Double-J Romance, Inc.

Print pages: 1063

Sample

Prologue

Turn the key

 

Trip stood in the middle of the deserted building, shaking his head, wondering if it was worth the fucking hassle to start the club back up. To reclaim its territory.

But what other fucking choice did he have?

He’d already had it set in his mind, not only to do it, but to do it right this time.

He wouldn’t let his father’s club, which died a violent death, just remain a memory. And a bad one at that.

But now that he had done his time in the Marines, done his time in prison, he needed something.

Because he had nothing.

Except his granddaddy’s run-down farm, a barn full of farm equipment he had no clue how to use and didn’t want to, and the abandoned warehouse he was currently standing in on the outskirts of town.

While he was in prison, his lawyer had shown up and read him his granddaddy’s will.

Yeah. He got everything.

Sig got nothing.

Trip was sure his brother wasn’t happy about that, if he even knew.

But most likely Granddaddy had made up the will when Trip was still doing time in the service and not doing it behind bars. Unlike Sig who had been in and out of county jail, or the state pen, off and on since he turned eighteen.

But now here he stood. In an empty building, feeling fucking overwhelmed. But still, it was something.

And something was better than nothing.

He also had new ink on his back and an old cut in his hand.

The leather was worn, the rockers and patches on it dirty. All except one.

One rectangular patch on the front had been torn off by his own fingers after using the point of his buck knife to loosen the threads. The patch that used to say “Buck” was now replaced with one that said “Trip.” But above it, the patch that had deemed Buck as president remained. That now belonged to Trip.

He’d also used that same knife to remove the 1% diamond patch off the back. He wouldn’t need that one anymore.

The club used to be outlaw. But Trip was determined to keep it above board. For the most part.

He’d spent many a night down in Shadow Valley talking with the members of the Dirty Angels MC, soaking up everything their prez named Z told him. Learning how to rebuild Blood Fury stronger than ever. How to keep the money flowing into the club’s coffers.

One way to do that was to keep the members out of prison and, even better, keep them breathing.

Dead or incarcerated members weren’t any good to a club.

And there had been too many of those in the Blood Fury MC in the past. It had been its downfall.

Trip didn’t want that mistake to happen again.

So, they had to play the game. Keep shit on the up and up as best as they could. Become a powerful force, strong enough to withstand the occasional bump in the road.

He had no fucking clue how he was going to pull it off, but he would take the advice he was given and do his fucking best.

He scrubbed a hand through his long hair before tucking it up under his baseball cap, blowing out a loud breath and shrugging on his cut.

His cut.

It wasn’t his father’s any longer.

This club was no longer his father’s, either.

This world, even as broken as it was, now belonged to Trip.

It was his and he wouldn’t let anyone destroy it again.

The Fury was about to rise once more. This time stronger and smarter.