Monday, December 4

***BLOG TOUR, EXCERPT & REVIEW*** Marked for Death by JC Valentine

Marked for Death

by J.C. Valentine Blind Jacks MC #1 Publication Date: November 29, 2017 Genres: Adult, Contemporary, MC, Biker, Romance



Leading a nomadic life, I’ve been on the run from my rich ex-husband for years. I’ve learned every trick in the book, staying one step ahead of him and his trackers. He’s taken everything from me, and despite everything, I’ve managed to carve out a life. But he’s getting close again. It’s time to hit the road, to start over…but it looks like the universe has other plans.
As Sargent at Arms, stalking the crazy man trying to kill my MC brothers is part of my job description. Protecting the club is what I live for. Unfortunately, today I’m the loser in our never ending game of cat and mouse. The last thing I remember before waking up in the emergency room is staring up at the sky while bleeding out onto the cold, hard pavement. Then the pretty nurse walks in and turns my world sideways, and those soft hands know just how to handle a big, angry biker like me. With a psycho on my tail, the stakes couldn’t be higher. I know I should walk away, but self-preservation has never been much of a strong suit. As my enemy closes in, I’ve got no gun, three bullet holes, and absolutely zero patience left. The question is, who will be the one to sign my death warrant—the crazy-ass biker who’s gunning for me…or the sexy-as-sin nurse I’ve got a hard-on for?


 “Call me Ryder.” His head was still throbbing, and his fingers were half numb, but he wanted to
hear his name on her lips. Taking a deep breath, he allowed his eyes to drift from her face down
to her chest, landing on her name badge. Tiffany Stone, RN. Looking up to recapture her eyes, he
spoke quietly. “Miss Tiffany, if I’m going to survive, I need your help.”
“I don’t know how I can be any more help than I already have in this situation. I’m just a
He hated seeing the fear so clearly stamped on her attractive face as she gazed up at him.
Cupping her face in his hands, he tried to communicate the urgency of his need. Meeting
her eyes, his words were sincere when he told her, “I can’t be found here, electronically or
physically. You are the only person I have right now. Will you help me?”
After facing off with the estranged man, Ryder could tell that his open honesty affected
her, softening her to his request.
“Look, doll, you were amazing. How often do you get the chance to match wits with a
killer while a man’s life hangs in the balance?”
Ignoring his attempt at humor, she replied thoughtfully, “Fine, Ryder. This is my last day
at this job, so I’ll take a chance for you. Updating your information in our database shouldn’t be
too difficult, since we have identity issues with our patients off and on. If I don’t modify that
information, they might give him information on you if they think he’s family.
“Him coming here again is too much of a risk for you and the other patients we’re
treating, so it’s a lesser of two evils kind of choice for me. In fact, we might be able to stash you
in one of the empty offices in the back for the night, then on the off chance that he comes
barreling back in here, he won’t find you lying helpless on your back.”
Grabbing her by the arm, he whispered, “You’re a woman after my own heart.”
Ignoring his gentle flirting, she placed a warm hand on his chest and eased him back
again. “I’ll be back when things calm down, gorgeous. In an hour or so, it’ll be a ghost town out
there. You’ll likely be transferred to another hospital in the morning. They won’t want to
discharge you in your condition.”
“I need my…personal effects.”
Turning her sharp gaze on him, she quipped humorlessly, “I saw your personal effects,
Ryder. I’m betting you’d be happy if I just brought your wallet and gun, right?”
“Don’t look at me like that, Tiff. I got a killer on my tail. Of fuckin’ course I want my
one and only weapon.”
Sighing, she folded her arms across her chest. “I don’t see how that’s going to happen.
The social workers log it and lock it upon arrival. I don’t even have access to it."
“I can’t protect us without a weapon. Can you bring me one in somehow?”
Her eyes got huge. “Are you seriously asking me to bring you a weapon? No, absolutely
not. I don’t mind helping you stay alive, but I’m not going to end up in an orange jumpsuit over
bringing a perfect stranger a weapon.”

“So, you think I’m perfect?”
Her eyes widened. “What? No. That was a figure of speech.”
Ryder smirked. “You already called me gorgeous. I think you do like the look of me.”
She glared back at him. “Don’t even think of trying to sweet talk me into breaking the
law. I won’t do it. Not for you or any other hot guy.”
“So, now I’ve stepped up to hot?” For some godforsaken reason, he couldn’t stop himself
from flirting with the adorably innocent nurse. Now was so not the time, but Junior was raring to
Rolling her eyes, she folded her arms over her chest. “Sure, you’re hot. Are you happy
“Come, sit on Daddy’s lap.” Where the fuck did that come from? Ryder realized in that
moment that his dick was doing all the talking.
“You’re freaking unbelievable. You don’t have time for shit like that. You’re a walking
dead man, remember? Get your head together.” The woman’s face was flaming red. Whether it
was from true anger or embarrassment, he couldn’t tell, but it was fucking sexy as hell.
Her harsh words felt like getting doused with cold water.
“Whatever you say, Nurse Stone.” He heard his tone of voice change as he edged into
asshole mode again. Something about being brought up short by the hot nurse seriously
aggravated him. She was all kinds of right about how this wasn’t the time or place, but it still
pissed him off.
There would never be an appropriate time for a woman like her to sit on his lap. This was
a fact he was all too aware of, and it had him feeling some kind of way.


 Great start to this new series! I'm desperate for the next one. I should have known when i saw the title of the last chapter but darn it i still shouted "nooooooooooooooo!!! Where's the next one?!?!?!?!"

Ryder is chasing down someone who wants him and his brothers dead. That's not going to happen on his watch! As Sergeant at Arms for the Blind Jacks MC it's his job to protect them all. He's not going home until he eliminates the threat. Unfortunately in his quest he gets injured and ends up at the mercy of his nurse, Tiffany.

Tiffany is on her last shift at St Marys Hospital. Her spirits are high, she loves her job but it's time to move on. She's used to starting over so she's going to enjoy her last shift. A rough biker who had to be sedated because he was fighting his rescue team ends up in her care. He's desperate and she can't stop her protective nature when she agrees to help him hide.

They're like chalk and cheese but there's a connection between them that neither can deny. He's bad for her, she's too good for him but does fate have other ideas?

I fell for Ryder in the first few chapters. He's rough and totally without a filter, kinda cavemany lol. He's says it as it is and doesn't care who he offends. I loved him! To be honest i think just his description got me! But the real winner was his vulnerable side. More or less helpless and at Tiffany's mercy the snippets of his self depreciation had me breaking a little and i can't wait to find out why!

Tiffany at first appears sweet and caring and maybe a little naive, but as the story goes along there are more and more flashes or a seriously strong woman who is doing everything in her power to make a good life for herself despite the hints of what has happened in her past. Again... I need to know what happened to her!!

You jump straight into the story and it never really slows down. I was hooked! But seriously i am going a little nuts with ending!!! Wicked torturous authors get me every time!!! lol

Fantastic start to the series, i can't wait to continue on the journey and meet the rest of the Blind Jacks.

Reviewed by Kerry

5 Stars! 


J.C. Valentine is the USA Today and International bestselling author of the Night Calls and Wayward Fighters Series and the Forbidden Trilogy. Her vivid imagination and love of words and romance had her penning her own romance stories from an early age, which, despite being poorly edited and written longhand, she forced friends and family members to read. No, she isn’t sorry.
Living in the Northwest, she has three amazing children and far too many pets. Among the many hats she wears, J.C. is an entrepreneur. Having graduated with honors, she holds a Bachelor’s in English and when she isn’t writing, you can find her editing for fellow authors.
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