Wednesday, September 3, 2014

BOOK BLITZ: Kings of Asphalt (Alexx Andria)

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Title: Kings of Asphalt (Club Chrome)
Author: Alexx Andria
Genre: Steamy romance (Motorcycle club romance)
Cover by Kim Killion
Publish Date: June 27, 2014
~ Synopsis ~


Alexx Andria delivers a motorcycle club romance between two very bad, yet sexy men and a woman with enough curves to satisfy them both.

My name is Zoe Delacourte. I thought I was going to build my future on the backs of Jax Traeger and Hunter Ericksen -- bad boys from the wrong side of the tracks, running the notorious motorcycle club, the Kings of Asphalt -- in my mind, the story had practically written itself. I was so naive. Little did I know they were going to change everything I ever knew about myself.

Jax and Hunter. I can't even say their names without trembling.

They don't see a fat girl or a girl who might be pretty if only she'd lose some weight. No, from the moment I walked into their club, they saw a hot, sexy woman with curves for days -- and they couldn't wait to get their hands on me.

Some people call them bad men. They see the rides and the rap sheets and they slap a label on them. I don't care what they've done -- all I care about is what they're going to do to me next.

But loving them is dangerous. In fact, loving them might just get me killed.

*The following MC romance is approximately 41,000 words featuring a strong central love story, danger, and the rough, seedy world dominated by two bad boys and their curvy woman.


“I-I’m sorry…I think your guy got the wrong idea…”
One black slash of a brow went up in question and he leaned forward, saying, “And what idea would that be?”
“The idea that I’m…oh, I don’t know…um, available for…” Shut up, you idiot! This was what deep cover was all about! Riding the knife’s edge to the ultimate story, finding your discomfort level and pushing past it to get to the good stuff that everyone else was too chicken to look for. Right. Inhaling a discreet, stabilizing breath, she straightened and braved a smile as she sauntered over to Jax, ignoring the flutters in her belly as his gaze darkened with interest. “Available for just anyone.”
“Oh? Isn’t that the whole idea behind being a whore?”
“A ww-hore? Excuse me? I’m not—“
“You’re not what? Not a whore?” His smile slowly faded. “Then you’re not from Dimas and if that’s the case…just who are you?”
Oh crap. Her damn mouth. “I-I just mean…well, of course, I’m from Dimas. I was just taken aback for a minute. I mean, well, I wasn’t sure I was in the right place.”

Faster than she could react, he had her pressed up against the wood paneling, crowding her personal space and sending her heartrate through the roof. He smelled of leathers, a cool midnight ride, and the faint wisp of alcohol clinging to the edge as if as a reminder that his angelic face and body was simply a ruse to lure unsuspecting women to their doom. It should’ve repulsed her — truly, bad boys weren’t to her tastes — but she was oddly, and dangerously thrilled by the threat of caged violence she saw in his eyes and could see rippling through his biceps as he pressed forward. Was he going to ravage her right there like a modern day pirate or simply punt her outside the doors with a growled warning? Was she crazy for hoping — for a wild, irresponsible moment — that he would choose to grind those sensual lips across hers as punishment for daring to breach their inner sanctum? Yeah, don’t answer that. She already knew — it was fucking lunancy.

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About the Author

USA Today bestselling author Alexx Andria is the pseudonym for RITA-nominated contemporary romance author, Kimberly Van Meter. Born in a small town with a flair for the dramatic, Alexx Andria has a delightfully perverted nature that she hides behind a mischievous smile.

Alexx loves being the life of the party and doesn't mind one bit being the center of attention (just ask any of her friends or family!)

She loves to write about Alpha men who are wonderfully flawed and just a little dangerous and heroines who are smart and sassy, but just a little vulnerable, too.

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USA Today bestselling author, Alexx Andria, turned to Jax Traeger and Hunter Ericksen, the hunky Alpha stars of her steamy MC romance, KINGS OF ASPHALT, for a little Q & A about their story.

Why was Zoe so different for you guys?
Jax (turning to Hunter): Can I take this one?”
Hunter (shrugs): Yeah, sure.
Jax: Okay, here’s the thing, we didn’t see it coming — Zoe, man, she was like a pair of headlights beaming straight into your skull — and then, once we got a taste…there was no turning back. What can I say, she’s like the best drug on the planet.
Hunter: Oh man, if Zoe heard that you called her a drug, she’d slap a knot on your head. Let me give this a shot since you bungled it. Zoe was different because, well, she was the hottest chick we’d ever laid eyes on. All those smoking curves and, BAM! Instant hard-on. When that happens, you can’t help but take notice.
Jax (looking side-wise at Hunter): And you think that was a better explanation? If anyone’s getting hit upside the head, it’s you. Look, suffice to say, there’s no one like Zoe and she’s all ours.

Do you guys ever get jealous of the time the other spends with Zoe?
Jax: If we’re being honest…sometimes. But we recognize that we have a unique relationship. Not everyone is able to live like we do.
Hunter: You know what the best cure for jealous is? (Waits a beat then grins) sharing. Sharing is caring, man. Zoe is woman enough for us both. And last I checked, she wasn’t complaining.
Jax (laughing): At least not when I’m running the show.
Hunter (snorts): Step the fuck off. Now you’re just telling lies to make yourself look good. Just ask Zoe…she’s into us both — equally.
Jax: Okay, you got me there. Next question.

Are you guys still running the club?
Hunter: Yeah, but we’re mostly in the background lately. After the whole Dimas thing, though, everyone’s been a little gun shy about letting other people handle club affairs. When the time’s right, we’ll step down.
Jax: Yeah, Dimas really fucked things for everyone. But you know, the club is like family so I don’t mind helping out.

Do you guys share everything? 

Jax: Hell no. I don’t share socks. Hunter’s got feet like a fucking troll.
Hunter: Fuck off, Jax. Like your feet are any better. But I wouldn’t share your socks anyway, cuz they stink like dirty ass.

So, you guys have a little one. Are you going to do a paternity test to see who the father is?
Jax: Nope. No need. The kid is mine, just as he is Hunter’s.
Hunter: Same.
Jax: Here’s the thing, we didn’t set out to live this way but now that we do, it just seems right. Our boy is going to live a good life, better than me and Hunter ever had, and yeah, it’s a bit out of the norm the way we live but as long as there’s love…it’s all good, you know?
And there you have it. Love can make the impossible work just fine. J

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