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About Marie James
Marie James: I'm a full-time author, mother of two boys, and wife of 16 years.
I've spent almost my entire lifetime living in central Texas, with only short stays in South Carolina, Alabama, and Florida.
Writing is my passion and I absolutely love being able to sit down and put all of my thoughts and emotions into my stories.
I love dogs, coffee, and steamy romance novels!
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Titles By Marie James
Deacon Black is perfectly content with the status quo—work, sleep, repeat.
Who cares if he’s rigid, structured, and set in his ways?
It’s a job requirement that keeps his men safe and his company’s doors open.
One phone call is all it takes to upend his life and land him right back into a past he has tried to forget.
Revisiting old ghosts is the last thing he needs.
Especially when the forced trip down memory lane includes the only woman he never wanted to see again.
Annalise Grimaldi hit the jackpot with her life—from her trust fund to her best friend, she has it all.
But her world comes crashing to a halt when her best friend vanishes— leaving behind an apartment in tatters and more questions than answers.
There’s only one person she can think of that can help in a situation like this.
She hates to make the call, but there isn’t a thing she wouldn’t do to make sure her friend is found.
Even setting aside her hatred for Deacon Black.
I spent the next three years avoiding him.
Well… I tried at least.
With my dad being a member of the Cerberus MC and his dad married to one of the members it was virtually impossible.
Just like it was impossible to keep from watching his mouth when he spoke.
The same went for staring at his hands and remembering how they felt on my skin that night.
Senior year of college, after years of keeping our distance, we ended up in the same dorm room.
Avoiding him now is no longer an option…
Landon is a bi-awakening, best friends to enemies to lovers novel.
Not afraid to speak my mind?
Check, check, and check.
I'm also President of the Cerberus MC, a former Marine, and easy on the eyes with arms made to hold a woman tight. I'm the whole package.
I'm not conceited; I'm convinced, and Emmalyn Mikaelson doesn't have a clue what she's gotten herself into by jumping on the back of my bike.
Having a young daughter made that impossible.
I couldn’t curl into myself.
I couldn’t spend hours in the dark living in regret.
I couldn’t end it all no matter how many times that thought crossed my mind.
Regretfully, I couldn’t go through life on my own.
I needed help, and although my teammates were there to lend a helping hand, I still needed more than they could offer.
Alyssa Dansby suffered more than any woman ever should.
She came to the Cerberus clubhouse to heal, working in the clubhouse’s nursery.
She was a godsend for my daughter Aria.
She was trouble for me.
I shouldn’t be thinking about the woman caring for my child so soon after my wife’s death.
We were both looking for our new normal.
I never imagined mine would include her.
Listing all of my one-night stands would be impossible.
It’s par for the course for any man who decided early in life they’d rather enjoy a buffet instead of a single entrée.
But now my boss has ordered me to accompany her back to her hometown.
His words: She needs a little help.
Translation: I think you could fall for this girl.
Leave it to the MC president, and every other chump in this club, to think I need help where women are concerned.
They think love is the final answer in this game of life. If you don’t have it you’re losing.
I know they’re wrong, but find myself grateful that I agreed to go.
It doesn’t take long for an ex to come sniffing around.
I say he’s bad news.
She says I’m jealous.
With the vibes I’m getting from this guy, I find myself hoping she’s right.
The alternative is bad for everyone concerned.
I’m getting paid to go on dates to some of the most glamourous places all around the world after all, but at the end of the day, it’s still work.
When the assignment is over, I walk away—usually with a smile and another notch in my bedpost, but who am I to turn down the perks?
This new assignment should be no different. I can play any role handed to me.
Hell, I love a new challenge.
Only Archer Bremen is different… and not just for the obvious reasons.
His British accent hits me in a way I never expected.
The scowl on his face makes me think of a million things I could do to make it fade.
His smile tells me that this new assignment is going to change everything…
The day we met she downed a bottle of pills and tried to jump off a bridge.
Not exactly the love story you want to tell your grandchildren, is it?
I could go into detail. Give you the nitty gritty, but I'm worried that the details won't matter when you find out just how badly I messed everything up...
Just like riding my bike, the freedom I get from deciding if one night should turn into two, or if a number should be deleted altogether, is thrilling.
I've never been dishonest about what my expectations are.
What's new for me is being the one ghosted.
So imagine my surprise when the girl who decided I wasn't enough shows up on my doorstep burdened with the consequences of her own lies and deceit.
Retiring from the Marine Corps didn't mean I stopped serving the civilians of this great nation. Serving her would be my absolute pleasure.
I know why I said yes when she asked for help.
Her wild hair, long legs, and a mouth I'd love to teach a thousand lessons definitely weighed my decision in her favor.
Now, preventing the war she started when she arrived, that's the easy part.
That became abundantly clear the night my best friend took me in his mouth.
Sure, there'd been close calls before, the slip of a hand or misplaced lips. With our propensity to share women, it was bound to happen.
That fateful night, I was met with pure intention and an experience I never want to forget.
Falling for a friend has never been so complicated.
Show up at the Cerberus clubhouse and give dear old Dad a piece of my mind.
What I didn’t expect was being welcomed by the open arms of a father who had no idea I existed.
More importantly, I didn’t anticipate HER.
Delilah Donovan was a breath of fresh air. She would soon become my reason for wanting to become a better man, my reason for getting out of bed with a smile on my normally sneering face.
But no matter how much I changed, she’d always be too good for a man like me.
It was over before it could even begin.
She made sure to stomp me into the ground and demand I forget all about her.
I tried to do just that, and in the twelve years since she ripped my heart out, I’ve done fairly well.
Sometimes I could even go a day or two without thinking of her.
We were never supposed to see each other again, but Grace Neiman just couldn’t stay gone. She couldn’t stay in my past where she put herself.
Facing her again after she was abducted and sold was going to be the toughest challenge of my life.
All I have to do is make sure she stays a part of my history because she made sure I understood love was a joke.
Too bad Grace has other plans.