Captured Devil's Blaze MC Book 1

BOOK: Captured Devil's Blaze MC Book 1
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Copyright © 2016 by Jordan Marie

All rights reserved.

No part of this publication may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever, including but not limited to being stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the written permission of the author.


This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, groups, businesses, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual places or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


Cover Design by Vicki Jones Portraiture

Cover Art by LJ Anderson of Mayhem Cover Creations

Model: Jared Caldwell


Interior Design & Editing by Daryl Banner









I’m kind of wordy and my dedications tend to be way too long. Now, if I try and list everyone, I know I would leave people out and feel miserable. So with that in mind I’ll try and keep it quick and clean (hah you know better right?)

Thank you to Stephanie Puterbaugh and Rosemarie Crespin for allowing me to use your names and play with your pretty toes. Michelle McGinty, I used Michelle in here and thought of you the whole time, but I just need you to know how special you are to me!

Thank you to my Badass Bitches #BB4Life       

Thank you to my Dirty Girls. You know who you are I have no words for the support you’ve given me.

To Daryl Banner, thank you so much for the awesome formatting and editing. You did so much to help me and I will love you forever!

Thank you to Dessure Hutchins for being my friend and for petting my hair when I need it the most.

Thank you to Fran Owens and Tammie Smith for everything you’ve done, for being my friend, and for working tirelessly to help me live my dream. People these ladies are releasing books in February and March and you DO NOT want to miss it. I’m so incredibly excited.

Teena Torres my Princess. THANK YOU. That is all.

Danielle Palumbo, thank you for helping me to fine tune my self-editing! 


Finally, thank you to each and every reader who took a chance on me a year ago and have stuck with me. I love you more than words.








This book was a labor of love. I put so much into it and though I know most hate cliffhangers, I couldn’t find a way around it that wouldn’t cheat Beth and Skull. I will get Book 2 in the Devil’s Blaze Trilogy out on February 25
and then Book 3 will conclude with Conquered in March. I hope you stick with the books and learn to love these characters as much as I do.  

Please note this book is a whirlwind of emotions and may contain sensitive material that could trigger problems for some people.  It’s not intended for readers under the age of eighteen, as it does contain extreme violence, sexual situations, sensitive topics and death.


Please let me know how you like it!  I love to hear from readers! 













Three Years ago

Raven Hills, Georgia


I don’t know what it is about her. I fuck a lot of women. I’m serious, I fuck
a lot
of women. As president of the Devil’s Blaze MC, I have a stable of them. I don’t even have a type. Skinny, curvy, firm asses, asses with some cushion to slap, big tits, a handful, small… doesn’t matter. I fuck them all, and enjoy them all. Still, when I see her standing on the street in that summer-white sundress with her shoulders bare and that white-gold, blonde hair laying gently on her pale skin, I’m bowled over. It’s like something out of a damned movie. The wind blows just right, her hair dances across her face landing against those pale pink lips, and just like that I’m mesmerized.

I have shit I need to be doing. The club has a major arms deal that is trying to go south. I need to have my head in the game, but one fucking look and I have to have her. So, instead of working, I find myself following her into a small coffee shop on the corner of Main Street.

Raven Hills, Georgia is a small town, barely a blip on the radar, and that’s what makes it great for Devil’s Fire. Nothing comes in or out of this town that we don’t know about… with the small exception of this woman I’ve never seen before.

I stand by the door, ignoring the hush that comes over the room when I enter. I’m used to it. Every person here knows who I am, and they’re smart to fear me. I’m a twisted asshole. Empires are built on fear, and I revel in it.

She orders coffee and a cinnamon roll, takes her order, then sits in the back of the room. My eyes never leave her body. She fails to notice me. Then again, I don’t think she realizes the whole damn room is watching her. There are a few men here I may have to kill. I don’t care if I haven’t spoken one word to her yet. For now, she’s my property.

I let her get settled, watching as her eyes clench shut in response to that first luscious taste of coffee. I want to see that same look on her face when it’s my lips she’s tasting. I watch her take a bite of her hot cinnamon roll and can almost hear the small sigh of pleasure escape her lips. She’s found heaven in just one little taste.

I want that look on her face when it’s my dick she’s putting past her lips.

I cross the room because I can’t
do it. When I stand by the table, she looks up, giving me her eyes. Hot damn, I didn’t know they made eyes that color. Gray, but no gray I’ve seen before. Warm, crystal clear, breathtaking gray… and I want them to
on me.

Her eyes move slowly up my body. I know what she sees. Scarred, inked, pierced… I have miles on me, miles that have hardened and jaded me. I’m a cold bastard who hides behind an easygoing persona. My men see the real me. Some respect me, but all fear me, and I’m good with that.

She’s a princess and I’m no one’s Prince Charming, so a part of me feels like I shouldn’t touch her. She’s pure, sweet, and innocent. I watch as she uses a finger to slide a small dollop of white icing that escaped to the corner of her lips. My dick throbs, imagining my cum on her lips instead. I reach down and adjust the raging hard-on I have while continuing to watch her.

She is not small. Her curves move in all the right places and her breasts are heavy. I have the urge to slide my dick into the valley that shows at the top of her dress.

Yeah, I’m not walking away from her.

“Hello,” she murmurs, her voice soft and nearly a whisper. My eyes are drawn to the icing that sits on the pad of her index finger.

,” I reply, sliding into the seat across from her.

She looks confused for a minute, then a small smile breaks on her lips.

“Have a seat,” she mocks, as I lean back and watch her. We’re quiet for a few minutes before she finally shakes her head and asks, “Can I help you?”

“Just taking in the view.”

“I see,” she says with a frown. I don’t like her looking unhappy, though I gotta admit, that little indentation she gets in her forehead is cute.

“Is something wrong?”

“I was enjoying my breakfast,” she tells me. “No offense, but I don’t really want company.”

“None taken,” I return as easily, sitting up a little straighter and putting my arms on the table. I lean in so our faces are close together. I smile as her eyes dilate.

“This means… you should leave…?” She says it like a question, and I grin.

“I’m not just

“You’re not?” I watch as she takes a finger and twirls it in the glazed icing of her roll. Her forehead creases again, showing her irritation. I was right; it

“Of course not.”

“Then what are you?”

“I’m your future,” I tell her honestly, bringing her finger to my mouth. My eyes lock with hers as I let my tongue slide around to lick off the creamy confection. I use just the tip of my tongue, dragging it slowly and teasingly along the tip and then further to her knuckle. My eyes watch hers the entire time before I finally put the digit completely in my mouth, letting out a moan of appreciation.

She bites into her lip. I can tell through the thin white dress she’s wearing that her breathing has picked up. She’s not immune to me and that pretty much decides her fate.

“Do you mind?” she grumbles, pulling her finger away. She tries to sound pissed, but in her voice, I detect a note of excitement. It’s that sound that calls to the beast hidden in me.

“I can give you something else to eat,” I tell her, and we both know I’m not talking about anything on this table. I can see the moment recognition flares in her eyes because she blushes. Fuck me sideways. Have I ever known a woman who blushes that sweet?

“Do you know who I am?” she asks, her face tilting to the side.

“Not yet, but I will.”

“Be careful what you ask for,” she says cryptically, and it makes me smile. She’s a sweet little lamb teasing the big bad wolf and she doesn’t even know.

“I think I can handle anything you send my way.”

“Are you always so….”


?” she repeats, butchering the Spanish word with her sweet, southern accent.

Mi madre was Spanish. I look nothing like her or her family, with the exception of my dark hair. I am my father… the fucking bastard. Still, having been raised by my mother, words slip out from time to time. The woman in front of me inspires them. Spanish words are more lyrical, more soothing, and that is what she reminds me of. She triggers the poetry inside me.

“The man of your dreams,” I paraphrase.

“I hate to rain on your parade Casanova, but I have to leave. I’m late,” she says, getting up and reaching to gather her trash. I’m quicker, taking it first; I’m no gentleman, but I have my moments.

“And where are you off to?” I ask. “Is there a man I should know about?”

“A man?” She smiles. “And if there were…?”

“I’d have to have him taken care of,” I tell her honestly. I leave it to her to wonder what that means. If I tell her that no one gets in the way of what I want, I wonder what her reaction would be?

“You’re just a tad over-the-top creepy, aren’t you?” She says, moving away from me. I let her go, enjoying the curve of her ass as it sways under her dress.

I follow her out to the street. “Same time tomorrow,
?” I ask when it becomes apparent she’s intent on ignoring me. My question makes her stop, and she turns around to look at me.

She studies me and those damned gray eyes are sparkling with laughter. I’d like to keep that look on her. A second later, I decide I really want to know what those eyes are like when I’m slipping myself deep inside her, her legs wrapped around me.

“Sure. Knock yourself out.” She turns to walk off again.

“You better be here,” I tell her, and there’s no mistaking the order in my voice.

She turns to fully face me. Confusion and defiance war in her eyes and broadcast on her face. We’re having a showdown and I’m going to win. She just needs to accept it.

“And if I’m not?” she asks. I like the spunk she’s showing. A woman with fire will warm a man at night.

“I’ll come find you,” I answer, deadly serious.

“You don’t even know who I am.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“You could be asking for trouble.”

“I like excitement.”

“I don’t know your name.”

“You will,” I tell her with a grin. I can already hear her screaming it out when she comes on my cock.

She studies me for a moment. Much to my surprise, she gives in. “I’ll be here.”

I like that she gave in, but am not happy with the note of sadness in her voice. I’ll trade that sadness for moans of excitement soon enough. I watch her walk away until she’s out of sight, then head for my bike. She’s going to be a challenge. I can’t wait.

BOOK: Captured Devil's Blaze MC Book 1
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