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Wednesday, January 3, 2018

A Naughty New Year with Christina Phillips

Christina Phillips is addicted to good coffee, expensive chocolate and bad boy heroes. She writes on the sizzling side of naughty, and loves bringing her tough biker heroes to their knees (her heroines enjoy this, too ☺)

She is also owned by three gorgeous cats who are convinced the universe revolves around their needs. They are not wrong.

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I’m Christina Phillips and I’m addicted to writing sizzling romances for Brazen and Scorched! My Viking Bastards are hot tattooed bikers, and books 1 and 2 – Hooked and Payback— are out now, with the third book Burned coming soon!

An ex-pat Brit, I now live in Western Australia but even after twenty years here I’m still not used to the upside seasons! I love good coffee, expensive chocolate and bad boy heroes, although not necessarily in that order. I’m also owned by three gorgeous cats who are convinced the universe revolves around their needs. As in all things, they are not wrong.

Today I’m sharing a new scene I wrote especially for this Naughty New Year Event, set in the world of my Viking Bastards MC. It takes place about three years before the start of the first book in the series, Hooked, and now I want to write the rest of Dax’s story. Maybe next year!

Hope you enjoy! Happy New Year.


Standing guard outside the clubhouse, while the Viking Bastards MC members and their families are getting wasted as they celebrate the New Year, isn’t my idea of fun. But when you’re a prospect for the Wolves, and your president tells you to go help the Bastards, you don’t argue.

I glance at the clubhouse, before making my way to the shadowy outhouse that looms on the edge of the property. This week’s been a whole lot better than I imagined, and I grin as the memory of Anna invades my mind.

Not that she’s ever been far from my thoughts since we met, the day after Christmas, in a backstreet café.

With her long, blonde hair, blue eyes and pouty lips, she’s everything I want in a chick. Except she wasn’t impressed by my colors or affiliations, and damn if her sassy mouth doesn’t make me as hard as her sexy body does.

I swallow a groan as my dick jerks to attention. The crazy thing is we haven’t even kissed. Barely touched. It’s driving me fucking insane.

I’ve never waited this long before having a girl I wanted, but Anna’s different. She’s interested, but she’s keeping her distance, like she’s getting to know me, and that’s a crazy turn-on by itself.

Tomorrow. When I see her again, I’m staking my claim. Hell, I haven’t even looked at another girl all week, and that’s a first since I was fourteen years old.

Footsteps behind me. I swing around, senses alert, and my heart damn near punches a hole through my chest.


“Hey, Dax.” Her soft, sexy voice burns through my blood, diving straight for my dick. It’s dark, but the dull security lights on the outhouse wall are more than enough to take in the short, black dress she’s wearing, that glitters with every breath she takes.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Does she work for the Bastards? Ugly visions of her dancing for them, screwing them, grind through my head.

“Celebrating.” Her mocking smile is the one that’s haunted me all week. “Here, I thought you might be thirsty.”

She hands me a bottle of beer, and I take a long swallow, my gaze never leaving her face. I wipe my knuckles across my mouth and grab her hand, tugging her close. “You working here tonight?”

“No.” For a second, a hint of vulnerability flickers over her face, and all my protective instincts kick in. Never knew I had any… “I just wanted to see you.”

“Is that right.” Why didn’t she tell me she was part of the life?

Doesn’t fucking matter. After tonight, she won’t be going back to the Bastards.

I slam the beer down on a low brick wall and plunge my hand through her gorgeous hair, the way I’ve fantasized all week. She melts into me and winds her arm around my neck, her breath uneven and warm against my jaw.

“I want you, Dax.” Her whispered confession is all the invitation I need.

Our kiss is hot and hungry, and she tastes so sweet I’m losing my mind. I release her hand and cup her ass, hauling her against me so she feels just how much I want her.

Her fingers tangle in my hair and it’s easy to lift her and stride into the outhouse, where there’s no chance of anyone seeing us. I pin her against the wall and she tugs on my buckle, as I slide my hands beneath her dress.

She shudders as I hook my thumbs into her lacy thong and rip it down her thighs. “This is gonna be dirty and fast, baby,” I whisper in her ear. “You down for that?”

It’s not the way I imagined. I can barely see her face, but later tonight, we’ll have all the time we want.

“Yes.” Her gasp is soft and needy. “Do me, Dax. Do me now.”

I give a grunt of laughter, grab a rubber from my pocket, and shove my jeans over my hips. “You ever been fucked up against a barn wall before?”

“No.” She groans as my finger teases her wet slit. “Never.”

I roll on the condom, then wrap her hair around my fist, keeping her right where I want her as I claim her mouth. She writhes beneath my searching finger, and when she shatters I can’t hold back any longer.

I sink into her, and she’s so hot and tight around my dick the whole damn world turns inside out. Her nails dig into my neck and her shocked gasp echoes through my head.


“You okay?” It’s hard to talk, hard to think, but hell, if this really is her first time…

“Don’t stop.” Her fingers tangle in my hair. “Fuck me hard, Dax.”

She doesn’t need to tell me twice. I thrust, balls deep, pinning my girl against the wall. Never been this good before.

I grasp her thigh and she wraps her leg around me. All I can hear is the frantic thud of my heart and her erratic gasps, as I bang her as though it’s the end of the world.

This time when she falls over the edge, I follow, holding her tight. Never gonna let you go.

The scent of sex lingers in the air, and I don’t want this moment to end.

“Happy New Year, baby.” Best start to the year, ever. I push her hair off her face and cup her cheek. She’s warm and soft and mine.

Her hands slide down my back. “I have to go.”

Possessiveness roars through me. “Not back to the Bastards.”

Her ragged sigh does something weird deep inside my chest, but she doesn’t say anything as she pulls on her thong and rakes her fingers through her hair.

I hike up my jeans, and then she turns to me. “Dax.”

Whatever she was about to say dies as the voice of the Bastards president, Jett, bellows right outside the open doors.

“Savannah. Where the hell are you?”

Shit. There’ll be hell to pay when he finds out I’m in here, instead of outside on guard duty. I turn to Anna, to tell her to go hide in the back of the barn, but my words die as she stumbles away from me, like I’m her worst nightmare.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, as Jett marches into the barn, his flashlight zeroing in on me before swinging to Anna.

I throw back my shoulders and step toward him. She’s my responsibility, now, and I’ll take whatever Jett throws at me to save her from any punishment.

“Daddy,” Anna says, linking her arm through Jett’s, and I freeze, speechless. Anna is Savannah, the spoiled Viking Bastard princess I’ve heard so much about? “I brought the prospect a beer, that’s all. We were just talking.”

The prospect? Is that all I am to her? What game is she playing?

“Just talking?” Jett says, his voice ominously calm, and ice grips my gut.

I’m so fucking dead.

In more ways than one.

The third book in my Viking Bastards MC series, Burned, releases on 16th April 2018, and the hero is Savannah’s older brother, Ty 😊

Hooked – Zach’s book
Payback – Gage’s book
Each book is a standalone, with its own Happily Ever After

He’s the bad boy biker she can’t resist.


I like my sex dirty and disposable. I’m not into commitment or chicks who want more than one night. My brothers and club come first, second and last.

Until she walks into my life. Classy, rich and so out of my league it’s crazy. A week together should get her out of my system, but this good girl is so bad when we’re all alone and I can’t get enough of her.

I don’t do forever, but she’s hooked me so bad I don’t ever want to let her go. Except there’s no way a princess can live in my world and I sure as hell won’t live in hers…

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  1. Hot as heck scene! Loved it! I agree with MelK amazing covers!

  2. Hot isn't the word. Love the excerpt and the gorgeous cover. This series is going on my TRL. Thanks for the excerpt and blurb.
    Carol Luciano
    Lucky4750 (at) aol (dot) com

  3. Thanks, Carol! So thrilled you enjoyed reading it :-)