Seven is an enigma. A motorcycle club princess. The daughter of a notorious gangster. The best friend of the deputy mayor. A coffee shop owner. The single mom of two young, adopted children.
She’s colorful, in every way possible—from her attitude to her piercings and bright pink hair—and she’s a woman on a mission with the power to help broker a clean break between a powerful motorcycle club and a South American drug cartel. But not all players are ready for the game to change, including the ones she can’t see like the CIA.
Jax Michaelson has a bad attitude and a good shot. The former Navy SEAL has been on Titan’s problem list for running his mouth since the day he showed up for work, but he does a hell of a job, and they’d never let him go. Call him cocky, that’s fine, because then you’d have to admit he’s the best at anything and everything—except diplomacy.
When Titan is forced into the seedy drug world filled with cartel glitz and Harley-riding MCs, Seven and her family become an unexpected bargaining chip right after she and Jax find a way to stand each other—in bed.
Will friends become lovers? Or are they too far gone to be opposites that attract? Is Jax nothing but a bad boy who leaves her hoping for a military hero when the burden of living as Mayhem royalty backfires and her children disappear.
The obvious surrounded him as the bartender moved on, and Jax obviously shouldn’t have hit on Seven. Yet, the way she’d slid her arm under his suit coat said she obviously didn’t mind their flirtations too much. Jax smiled around the top of his water bottle before taking another sip of water. After she’d slapped him, when they had been close enough to taste and tease, her breath startled for a second, surprised, as though maybe she couldn’t believe she’d done that.
Tension had to erupt somehow… and, inhaling slowly, Jax wanted that panting breath next to his ear next time, with her thighs wrapped around—
“Need anything else?” the bartender asked again.
“No.” He needed to bail and gulped his water, tugging at the already unbuttoned collar of his shirt. “Thanks, man.”
The bartender’s good night met his back as he left without so much as a goodbye to his teammates and walked out of the Sweet Hills Community Center.
Farm trucks mixed with minivans and rental cars in the parking lot, and at the front were two rows of Mayhem Harleys, the club’s insignia on full display. But more interestingly, Seven was at the end of a row. Her hands were on her hips, and her brightly colored hair matched the angry expression on her face. She was pissed, which seemed par for the course. At least he wasn’t the only guy there getting a dose of Seven’s bitching as she stood behind an MC member leaned over a car.
So a drug deal was going down. Classy. At least Seven was pissed about that.
“Should’ve left with me and screwed.” He rolled his eyes at the questionable, illegal activities, turning the other way, not needing to see whatever they were getting into, and wandered until the sidewalk ended.
Behind him, a motorcycle started and revved, and Jax didn’t look to see if Seven was on the back of the Harley, going home with a biker. “Have fun.”
But he turned as the car Seven and the biker had been leaning against rolled toward the parking lot exit. The driver’s window was still down, and Jax froze. The car slowed, the driver’s eyes caught his. It’d been years since they had seen one another, and violence long held at bay boiled under his skin.
Jax snarled. He couldn’t process words. Hatred couldn’t form the vileness needed to justify a breath wasted on the driver.
The car continued its slow drive away, crunching the gravel in the lot until it sped off, and Jax couldn’t tear himself away from what—or who—he had just seen.
Deacon Lanes—a ghost from his past, the source of his misery, and a string puller at the CIA.
Why had Seven been talking to the man who had killed Jax’s wife?
“This book hot! Like I said… Jax and Titan…. explosive!” –Fictional Rendezvous Book Blog
“Cristin Harber is the queen of black ops romance. Jax is another out-of-the-park home run!” -Author Anna Bishop Barker
“Jax and Seven are fireworks and rainbows. Throw in the rest of Titan, and this is a must read!” -Goodreads reviewer
“You DO NOT have to read all of the other books first. JAX tells Jax and Sevens story perfectly. [Jax] might be my favorite team member of all!” –Readers Isle
JAX is a sexy standalone romantic suspense, military romance novel. It does NOT have a cliffhanger, and it can be read if you are new to the series.