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Series: Heaven’s Rejects Volume 1 by Avelyn Paige Includes: Sins of the Father, Heaven Sent, Angels and Ashes

Title: Heaven’s Rejects Volume 1
Novels Included: Sins of the Father ~ Heaven Sent ~ Angels and Ashes
Series: Heaven’s Rejects MC
Author: Avelyn Paige
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: May 25, 2018
Cover Credits: Shauna Kruse ~ Michael Pacis ~ Reggie Deanching

 


Join the Heaven’s Rejects brotherhood with the first three books of the series bundled together for the first time.

Sins of the Father – Prequel Novella
Absolute power corrupts absolutely; it was a harsh lesson that my father learned too late. Now we’re all going to burn for his mistakes.


Heaven Sent – HRMC #1
Can an angel with blood-covered wings and the devil himself resist temptation, or will they risk bringing hellfire down on everything that they love?


Angels and Ashes – HRMC #2
When Darcy Kyle sticks her nose in the club’s business, Raze finds himself questioning his loyalty to his brother’s memory. How can he resist an angel bathed in the ashes of the fallen?

Avelyn Paige is an international bestselling author. She resides in a sleepy little town in Indiana with her husband and three crazy pets. While she may be a Hoosier by birth, she is a Boilermaker by choice. Boiler Up!
 
Avelyn spends her days working as a cancer research scientist and her nights sipping moonshine while writing and book reviewing. She loves everything paranormal, Cajun culture, and wants to try tornado chasing as a hobby when she finally grows up. She just has to get over that pesky fear of thunderstorms first.

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Series: Satan’s Fury MC Memphis Chapter by L. Wilder Includes: Blaze 📖Review📖

Title: Blaze
Series: Satan’s Fury MC Memphis Chapter #1
Author: L. Wilder
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: April 24, 2018

In Memphis, Tennessee, Satan’s Fury MC had become the most notorious MC in the city. That recognition hadn’t come easy. While people were visiting Graceland and walking down on Beale Street, my brothers and I were at war, fighting rival MCs and gangs who were trying to take control of our territory. 

 

We had staked our claim, but when a new threat arrived, everything we had worked for would be put in jeopardy. 

Kenadee Brooks was a nurse, trying to save lives and make a difference in the world. The moment I saw her, it wasn’t just her beauty that caught my eye. It was the light that burned deep inside of her that drew me in. I longed for it, and with each moment I spent with her, the more determined I became to make her mine.
 
But when she was pulled into my world, saw the life that I lived, would that light still burn bright or would it disappear forever?
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Sawyer (Blaze) and Kenadee’s love story is really great. Blaze is a father, biker, and son. He takes on many hats and does it pretty well. But when he meets Kenadee he wants to add her to his list of things to do.

Kendee is an ER Nurse and has a wonderful personality and light to herself. She wants to help people and sees the good in everyone. Pretty much the total opposite of Blaze. Which in this case makes for a wonderful read.

When there is a threat to the Satan Fury’s and everyone has to come into the club and stay, Kendee is forced to be there with Blaze. Needless to say, Kendee and Blaze learn a lot about each other in close proximity to each other.

I really enjoyed this story and was honored to read it for my honest review.

Amazon Customer – “I’m already in love with this new chapter to the Satan’s Fury MC”

Britt Franks – “Blaze is a delicious alpha biker”

Charlotte Smith – “Smokin’ hot!”

 

Leslie Wilder grew up in a small town in West Tennessee. A country girl at heart, she’s always thought that life is too short, but she had no idea how short it really was until her brother passed away in 2014. She’s always been an avid reader, loving the escape only a great book can give, and wondered if she had what it took to write one of the wild romances she’d come to adore. With the support of her family and friends, she published Inferno: A Devil Chaser’s MC, one year after her brother’s death. With him in mind, she fulfilled her lifetime dream of writing. Since then, she’s completed the Devil Chaser’s Series and continued on with the Satan’s Fury MC Series. She has so many stories in her head, and can’t wait to share each and every one.
Leslie has been blown away by the support of her readers, appreciating every message, review, and encouraging word she’s received over the past year. She looks forward to continuing this journey with them for years to come.

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Series: The Fallen Men by Giana Darling Includes- Lessons in Corruption & Welcome to the Dark Side 📖Both Reviewed📖

Title: Welcome to the Dark Side
Series: The Fallen Men Series #2
Author: Giana Darling
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: April 20, 2018

 I was a good girl.

 
I ate my vegetables, volunteered at the local autism centre and sat in the front pew of church every Sunday.
 
Then, I got cancer.
 
What the hell kind of reward was that for a boring life well lived?
 
I was a seventeen-year-old paradigm of virtue and I was tired of it.
 
So, when I finally ran into the man I’d been writing to since he saved my life as a little girl and he offered to show me the dark side of life before I left it for good, I said yes.
 
Only, I didn’t know that Zeus Garro was the President of The Fallen MC and when you made a deal with a man who is worse than the devil, there was no going back…
 
This is Daddy Zeus Garro’s story from Lessons In Corruption. A standalone in The Fallen Men Series.


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I loved Zeus in the first book. I mean he had such a wonderful presence, and he took such great steps for King that I mean you had to love him. But who knew that the love affair he would have would be this one. And it starts so far in the past with letters that you get a different part of Zeus.
I love Lou Lou. She kicks a$$ and takes names. Even going through chemo she is so strong. We see Lou Lou grow up from a church-going young woman to a teenage rebel that wants Zeus like nothing else.
Zeus fights wanting Lou Lou because he knows it is wrong. I mean the age gap is big, but when you find your soul mate what are you suppose to do?
These two belong together. And age is nothing but a number.
I voluntarily read an advanced reader copy for my honest review.

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This is my first Giana Darling story and I loved it. I am not usually into older woman/younger men stories. But this one is beautifully written I couldn’t put it down.
King is a brilliant character. He might only be 18 but living the life he does he is way beyond his years. So when he sees a woman that he wants he knows what he wants and goes for it. And what he wants is Cressida.
Cressida has been married since she was 18. She is now 24 and living a boring life with a man she really doesn’t want. So when she sees a beautiful man across the street after grocery shopping she falls in love. So after trying to get her husband to try something new and he makes her feel like crap, she finally has the balls to ask for a divorce.
Months later we find out how Cressida and King meet and man is it explosive.
I loved this story and the characters! This is a must-read.
The love story is brilliant and add the MC on top of it and you have a hit!
Giana Darling is a Canadian romance writer who specializes in the taboo and angsty side of love and romance. She currently travels Europe with her best friend, an overstuffed suitcase and a mission to eat and drink as much French, Italian and Greek food as possible. While lounging on white beaches, drinking sangria on patios and sleeping in villas, she is hard at work on Cosima Lombardi’s dark romance, The Enslaved Duet, coming summer 2018!
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Series: Kings MC by Betty Shreffler Includes- Castle of Kings & Clipped Wings 📖Both Reviewed📖

 Title: Clipped Wings
Series: Kings MC Romance #2
Author: Betty Shreffler
Genre: Standalone MC Romance
Release Date: April 27, 2018
Blurb
They call me the Devil’s assassin. It’s true. I have blood on my hands.
As the VP of the Serpents, my life is driven by loyalty, honor,
brotherhood.
Until I see her.
Too young, too innocent. Mine to claim.
 
What I am, what I do, can never reach her. My dark secrets are scars I bear alone.
I’m torn between my duties and the woman I’ll die to protect.
Until…they try to take what’s mine.

 

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Another great story! It took a bit but the connection finally came. I absolutely loved Dom! And I had to keep reminding myself that Erika is just 18. She and her family are going through so much and hooked on the drug issue that it breaks your heart. This club is not a nice family club. This story is full of triggers so be warned.
I really loved these characters and this storyline blew me away. I had to finish this story in one sitting.
I voluntarily read an advanced reader copy for my honest review.

 

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THE CLUBHOUSE IS buzzing with life tonight. Every member and their ol’ lady came out for the cage fight. No other MC members are allowed on a night like this. It’s in-house and exclusive. Keeps the outcome private and the bruised egos of the losers contained. I plan on bruising more than their egos. I want them carried out on a fucking stretcher. These men aren’t my brothers. They don’t know loyalty, honor, or respect the patch and the brotherhood it stands for. They’re weakmen. Men who get off on torturing and raping a woman who couldn’t defend herself against them. I don’t see them as equals. I’ll never see them as equals.
Through the church room is another set of double doors. This
is where we have our fight cage and private bar. Wooden benches line two walls, the cage taking up the other two. Between the benches and the fight cage are high top and low top tables with bar stools and chairs. Every seat is filled and the liquor is pouring heavily. A few bucks make their rounds on who’s going to win the fight. It’s fun play for my brothers, but for me, tonight is about so much more.
Lighting dim, it makes the blood stains on the cage mat
harder to see, but it’s there as a lingering memory of previous fights. Fights I’ve been a part of. Blood I’ve contributed myself. You don’t last in the Serpents as long as I have without shedding some.
Across the cage, between the bars, I can see Drake and Levi
getting themselves worked up for the fight. A slap to the face, some words for courage, a shot glass thrown back. Next to me are Mercy, John, Tex and RJ, some of my closest brothers. Mercy slaps my bare back and hands me a shot.
“Fuck ‘em up.”
With the shot thrown back, I bob my head. Shirt in my hands,
I pull it over my head and toss it on a chair. Reaching into my pocket, I retrieve the brass knuckles I brought. That’s an advantage with the cage fights—there are no rules.
Christian opens the cage door and dips his head, indicating
Drake and Levi need to enter. Shirts off and in their jeans, they go into the cage, bouncing on the tips of their feet. They’re wired and ready, probably high on coke too. Another advantage for me. With intent steps, I flex my muscles and give Christian a hard stare as I enter the cage.
The door locks behind us and I measure my opponents. Levi is
tall and gangly, has speed, but will easily be put off balance. Drake has muscles, a solid core, slightly shorter than I am, but he always steps before he punches. It’s been engrained in me to study the way every man I know fights,especially the ones closest to you.
Bloodshot eyes and their hyper energy are telltale signs
they’re high. The corner of my mouth raises when the circling starts. They’ll come at me together at first, in hopes to overpower me, wear me down. Then once I’m tired, they’ll split up and go for individual attacks to give them selvesbreaks and ensure I remain exhausted. They’re dumb fucks if they think the
fight will last that long.
They both charge and I slam into Levi. Hand to his throat, I
ram him into the cage bars, knocking the wind out of him. Grip tight on his throat, I bring the brass knuckles down on his face. Blood spurts from his nose, then again from his busted lips.
“Fuuuck!” the word roars from my chest.
The cold steal slices across the lower left side of my back.
Enraged, I turn on Drake and see him holding the bloody switchblade.
If blood is what they want, blood is what I’ll give them.
Fast hand to his wrist, I wrap my elbow around his arm and
kick his leg out from under him. The blade drops and I flip him over slamming him to the ground. No hesitation, I snatch the blade and whip it across his cheek. Blood pours from the thin, neat cut. Flicking the blade into my other hand, I nail it into his thigh.
With the painkiller effects of the coke running through his
system, he bellows from the wound, but still has a lot of fight. Seeing Levi come at me with a set of spiked knuckles, I get one brass-knuckled punch to Drake’s face before I duck and roll, dodging the swing of Levi’s arm.
Quick on my feet, I feel the warmth of my own blood running
down my skin on the inside of my jeans. That’s gonna need stitches. I need to move fast before I lose too much blood. Drake pulls the blade from his thigh and limps to his feet, holding the bars of the cage.
Circling one another, the crowd is alive with energy, screaming
and hollering inaudible words at us. They’re hungry for more.
Waving my fingers, I encourage their attack. Levi’s got good
legs, so he comes at me first. With an uppercut of the brass knuckles, he lands on his back. One hard boot to his face and he’s lights out.
Drake circles me, blade in hand. With a fast swing, he
grazes my arm, slicing it enough to make me bleed, but not enough to make me give a fuck. The fresh scent of copper fills my nostrils. Crimson red covers Drake’s face and stains his jeans. Watching his feet, he lunges again, and I grab his hand, lock onto it, turn inside his arm and elbow his face, breaking
his nose. Pulling his hand backward, the blade drops. With one swift turn, I put brass to bone, knocking him on his ass.
I only stop when I see his eyelids. He’s out cold, and I
heave a breath, controlling my fury before I murder him here in front of everyone. Rising to my feet, I pull the brass knuckles from my bloodied hand.
The cage door opens for me, and I step out to hoots, hollers, pats on the back, and shots shoved into my hands. I down two for the pain.
All the faces are an adrenaline pumping blur until I seeher—my Sparrow. Running to me, I enfold her in my arms, kissing her hard and fierce.
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For my first Betty Shreffler book i have to say I really did enjoy it.
The back and forth of if they will be together or not was sometimes a little much, but it added to the drama at the end.
I enjoyed these characters and the story and can’t wait to read more.

Author Bio
Betty Shreffler is a bestselling author of paranormal romantic suspense and contemporary romance. She writes sexy and suspenseful stories with hot alphas and kickass heroines with twists you don’t expect. She also writes beautiful and sexy romances with tough women and their journeys at finding love. Betty is a mix of country, nerdy, sassy, sweet and a whole lot of sense of humor. She’s a fan of photography, reading, watching movies, hiking, traveling, drinking wine, and all things romantic. She lives with her amazing hubs and five fur babies.
If she’s not writing or doing book events, then you can find her behind the lens of a camera, in the woods, or sipping wine behind a deliciously steamy
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Zack by Lilly Atlas

Title: Zach
Series: Hell’s Handlers MC Book 1
Author: Lilly Atlas
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: May 22, 2018

Toni knows what it means to make mistakes. She has experienced firsthand how walking down the wrong path can send life spiraling out of control. Fortunately, she had someone in her life to pull her from the gutter and help set things right again. As penance for her past, she pledges to suppress her baser desires and focus on finding a steady, dependable connection with a man, even if that means embracing a boring lifestyle.
 
Zach is anything but dull. As Enforcer for the Hell’s Handlers MC, he embodies the outlaw lifestyle, rife with violence, women, and motorcycles. When Toni moves next door, Zach can’t resist the possibility of a quick, hot, fling. He discovers, however, that she’s not the easy conquest he’s used to.
 
While Zach works to convince Toni she belongs in his bed, a tenuous relationship with a local gang blows up and threatens his MC family. Zach’s world is turned upside down when he’s unable to keep the danger from touching his club. As Toni fights to resist Zach’s pull, her own peace is shattered by demons from her past. With enemies both old and new barreling down, Toni throws out her rules and turns to Zach for aid.

Before she can help it, Toni finds herself entrenched in Zach’s outlaw world. Is it possible for her to curb her desires, or is she doomed to repeat the mistakes of her past?
 
None of it will matter if Zach can’t keep the enemies at bay.

Prologue
Tennessee 2008
It was finally fucking over.
Or maybe it was just beginning.
Either way, years, years of busting his ass, taking shit, and being treated like a worthless maggot were finished.
The vote was unanimous.
He was finally a brother.
Well, he was ninety-nine-point-nine percent of the way in. They couldn’t just vote him in and chuck him the patch he’d been salivating over for the past three years. No, they had to throw in one last challenge, and a bitch of a test it was.
A branding. The Hell’s Handlers Motorcycle Club emblem. On the left forearm. It was as important as the patches on the leather cut each brother wore. So important, if a man was tatted on his left forearm he couldn’t even prospect. No, the emblem had to be seared into clean skin, so anyone and everyone would know who belonged to the motorcycle club.
And if being branded wasn’t bad enough, there were rules that went along with the barbaric ceremony.
Every brother had to be in attendance. Heckling, ribbing, waiting to see just how much the new member wanted to be a part of the life. Waiting for them to crack.
No screaming.
No tears.
No passing out.
A grunt of pain was allowed, but beyond that, any outward show of weakness would null and void the unanimous vote to end the prospecting period and make him a fully-patched member of the Hell’s Handlers MC.
He wouldn’t make a peep. They could cut his fucking arm off and beat him with it and Zach still wouldn’t utter a sound. That patch was his, and the only way he’d give it up was if some lucky motherfucker managed to pry it from his cold dead hands. Even then, he’d haunt the bastard and wear the thing as a spirit.
A shrill whistle cut through the raucous laughter and drunken male partying. Usually, the sound of fucking joined with the rest of the noise, but not tonight. This was just for the men, brothers in all but blood. At least this early part of the night. After Zach got his patch, they’d bring in the club pussy and he’d have his pick of the litter. One, two, hell even three women if he wanted. He’d earned it watching brother after brother partake in the sweet privilege that was not bestowed on prospects. Club pussy was for patched members only.
And now he was one.
His dick twitched in his pants but died the moment his president spoke. “Okay, fuckers, listen up.”
All around him, his soon to be new brothers lowered their drinks and gave their president, Copper, their full attention. At twenty-nine, Copper was young to be in the role of club president, and since he’d been at it for almost four years already, he was officially the youngest leader in the club’s near fifty-year history.
“We’re just minutes away from welcoming another brother into the club. Shit, Zach’s been one of the best prospects we’ve had. Tough as fuckin’ nails, pulls more than his own weight, never runs his mouth, loyal.” A puff of steam drifted from Copper’s mouth as he spoke to the group.
The prez wasn’t one to be fucked with. A good few inches over six feet, with a beard the color of a dirty penny, and plenty of hair to match, he was mean as a starving pit-bull. But Copper had the respect of every man in the club. Not just because he was the president, but because he’d earned it dragging the club from the brink of disaster and making it a thriving brotherhood once again.
Zach blew on his hands, trying to infuse some warmth into the frozen digits. The night air was colder than a witch’s titty and standing around shirtless for the past half hour hadn’t helped anything.
“Just one more test of this asshole’s strength before we let him be one of us. Ready boys?” Copper waved Zach over to the mountain of wood crackling and spitting sparks. Sticking out of the bonfire, a long branding iron roasted away, just waiting to scorch some of Zach’s skin.
Shouts of encouragement and a few hecklers betting on how much of a pussy he was and what octave his scream would hit, reached him as he made his way to the fire and his waiting president. Careful to keep his expression neutral he drew up next to his prez and waited. Wasn’t that the whole point? Act like he wasn’t scared. Wasn’t about to shit his pants in anticipation of what would probably be the worse physical pain he’d ever experienced.
Fuckin’ Copper’s beard split and his teeth gleamed in the flickering fire. Prez lived for this bull. And if he didn’t, he sure acted like he did with that shitty grin of anticipation. “Anything you want to say first?”
Zach shook his head while he bounced on the balls of his feet, hitting his pecs as hard as he could. Maybe if he could get some pain going somewhere else, the burn of the iron wouldn’t be so bad.
“Won’t work,” Copper said as though reading his mind. “Tried the same thing when I was in your spot. Ain’t nothing gonna make this shit any better.” He bent and retrieved a bottle from next to his foot. Zach had no idea what it was full of, moonshine probably. “You know the drill. Bottle in your left hand. Ten seconds to drink as much as you can. Hold your arm out straight. I’ll mark ya. No dropping the bottle. No spilling. No screaming. No puking. Stay on your feet for two whole minutes. Then you’re a fuckin’ brother.”
Zach nodded. His chest rose and fell in a rapid rhythm as his breathing increased and the blood sped up in his veins. After blowing out a breath, he grabbed the bottle and brought it to his lips, tilting his head back and opening his throat as much as he could.
Some of the nastiest hooch he’d ever tasted filled his mouth and flowed down his throat, burning a path to his stomach. Ironic really, since he was about to be burned all to a crisp anyway. Somewhere, in the distance, he could hear his soon to be brothers cheering like a bunch of wild baboons, but he managed to drown out most of the noise. All but the sound of Copper counting down from ten.
“Three…two…one…arm!”
Zach tore the bottle from his lips and extended his arm. Unable to look away, he stared in fascinated horror as the glowing end of the iron made contact with the thin skin of his forearm. There was a fraction of a second where his eyes registered the flesh-to-iron connection, but the pain hadn’t yet reached his brain.
And then it did.
All-consuming, searing pain like he’d never experienced fired through his nerve endings. Though the spot being branded was no bigger than a silver dollar, agony seemed to encompass his entire body until he couldn’t recognize where it originated from. There was also an audible singe accompanied by the stench of melting flesh.
Blinding pain was a phrase he’d heard before, but now he’d lived it. Darkness clouded his vision and he slammed his knees back, determined not to give into the blissful oblivion that hovered just out of reach.
All around him, men screamed and hollered, but he couldn’t make out their cries over the rushing in his ears. Nostrils flaring with each forceful inhalation and exhalation, he mashed his teeth together probably pulverizing the enamel as he fought to remain conscious.
Then the nausea hit. Instead of helping to lessen the pain, the damn moonshine sloshed in his gut and started a trip back up his esophagus, just as disgusting the second time around.
His eyes locked with Copper’s. The grinning bastard was definitely enjoying it. All the more motivation to remain standing, quiet, and avoid vomiting the moonshine all over.
Copper pulled the iron away and tossed it to the ground, but it did nothing to diminish the agony. After what seemed like an eternity, he pulled his gaze away and checked his watch. Seconds ticked by slower than the thickest motor oil dripping from an engine. Finally, Copper looked at him again and this time his smile was genuine, welcoming. “Two minutes, brother.”
Brother. Sweeter fucking words had never been spoken.
Copper grabbed him by the elbow and held up his throbbing arm. The pain was still there, but now the rush of excitement at achieving his three-year long goal overrode the worst of it. That and the moonshine was kicking in.
With a loud whoop of triumph, Copper held up Zach’s branded arm. “Say hello to your newest brother, men.” Cheers rose up all around.
Zach swayed on his feet as pain and nausea still warred for victory over his consciousness.
Copper whistled, reigning in the crazy. “He’s now to be shown the respect any other brother receives. He’s going to make a damn fine addition to the club.”
Zach’s chest constricted as pride surged.
“Proud of you, brother,” Copper said, for Zach’s ears only. “You were one hell of a prospect and you’ll be one hell of an addition to the club.”
“Thanks, Prez.”
Raising his voice again, Copper turned to the rowdy crowd. “Now someone get Zach a beer and some pussy. The man’s waited long enough.”
They wouldn’t be giving him any pain medication for the burn but losing his dick in a club girl should take care of the last of the discomfort.
Brothers converged on him from all angles, slapping his back and welcoming him. Not only would the moment be burned into his skin forever, but it was seared into his brain as well.
Best night of his life.
He was in.
Now it was time to set his sights on an executive position.
Enforcer would do quite nicely.
Lilly Atlas is a contemporary romance author, proud Navy wife, and mother of two spunky girls. By day she works as a physical therapist for a hospital in Virginia. Lilly is an avid romance reader, and expects her Kindle to beg for mercy every time she downloads a new eBook. Thankfully, it hasn’t happened yet, and she can often be found absorbed in a good book.
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Series: Devil’s Reach by J.L. Drake Includes- Trigger & Demons 📖Both Reviewed📖

Title: Demons
Series: Devil’s Reach #2
Author: J.L. Drake
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: March 27, 2018
Publisher: Limitless Publishing 
Cover Designer: Deranged Doctors Design


“I didn’t think I could love this author more than I already did but holy smokes….she just blew my mind!! Demons is a dirty dark roller coaster of lust and pain that leaves you feeling breathless and begging for more.” ~ Amazon Review

“OMG…. What a ride!!! Trigger and Demons are a MUST READ and by far my favorite series.” ~ Amazon Review

“Just when you thought, for even a second, you had it half figured out. BAM! Jodi hits you with a plot twist. This book is incredible.” ~ Amazon Review

Trigger… 

I thought the light would bring redemption. 

Salvation. 

But it only brought the Devil to my doorstep. 

My demons are breaking through, and the reaper is moving closer. 

My weakness has been exposed, and there’s only one person who can calm this hell… 

Tess… 

I broke a promise to myself, and now I’m paying for it. 

I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to be a part of this hell. 

But I don’t have a choice… 

The reaper is riding bitch on our backs. 

DISCLAIMER to add to online listings:
This is Book 2 in the Devil’s Reach trilogy, and it ends with a cliffhanger. Intended for readers 18 or older. May contain…triggers.

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So this book starts where Trigger ended. Trigger is on a rampage and Tess has run off to where she never wanted to go back to.

Tess is back at her mother’s place which we find out is a brothel kind of place, and Clark is there. Tess hates it there but has no choice right now but to be there. We learn a lot about Tess and her past. It is very emotional and hard to read at some parts.

Trigger is back to being himself before Tess. He is also trying to find his father. Everyone in his crew wants Tess back but they also know they need to tread lightly when it comes to bringing her up since they know Trigger is walking a thin line where she is involved.

I loved this story and couldn’t put it down. I am excited to see what the next one brings us. The ending is unbelievable. I voluntarily read an advanced reader copy for my honest review.


“If what becomes too much? Minnie…” I tried to grab her hand, but she veered off toward Brick. “I thought it was just an edible, as in pot.”


“Hello again, leather pants.” Rail appeared at my side. “I was wondering when we were going to meet you again.” 

Trigger rolled up on his bike. He was in a black t-shirt that hugged his biceps and chest, and dark jeans and boots. His cut seemed a bit tight, a sign he had been working out a lot. 

He didn’t remove his sunglasses, but his stare nearly made me trip as I walked over and took the helmet he handed me. 

“You look good,” he muttered. “You’ve been missing for the past week.” 

“Just dealing with some stuff.” 

“I don’t like it.”

“I know.” I flipped my hair back and pulled the helmet on. “Me either.” I swung my leg over the bike and rested my hands on his hips, and he pulled me so I hugged him. He flicked the engine over and backed us out. 

An hour later, we hit a wall of traffic and came to a complete stop. That was when I began to notice the leather cut that wrapped Trigger’s midsection was as smooth as lamb skin. As I moved my sensitive fingertips over it, I felt a ball of warmth grow in my belly. 

My thighs flexed as Trigger shifted his weight. I didn’t mean to ball his shirt in my hands, but fuck me, everything felt amazing. 

“You okay?” His raspy voice caught me off guard, and I jolted on the seat, and oh-my-God, it was amazing. “Tess?” 

“Please stop moving,” was all that shot out of my mouth. He flipped up his visor and turned to look at me. I shook my head and moaned as his ass rubbed my front. My jaw clenched, and I started to grind my teeth.

“Put your visor up.” 

Oh, shit, don’t get alpha on me. I may lose it right here on the freeway. 

I quickly shoved it up and stared into his confused eyes. 

“What are you on?” 
“Nothing.” I almost moaned when he moved again. 
He stared a beat longer before he snapped his visor down and turned back around. 
Ohhh, yes. I wanted to tap his shoulder to get him to do that again, but the traffic started to move. 
Sweet, horny Lucifer. I’d broken out in a light layer of sweat, and my thighs burned from the grip on the seat. Three hours on the bike, and its vibrations had built me up to a pleasure-painful level. I’d finish myself off if I weren’t surrounded by the crew. 

Thankfully, Trigger signaled we were stopping for a break at the next rest stop. We took the exit and rolled up at the light before the small park. 

When Trigger kicked his foot out to stabilize us, I grabbed the side of his leg and begged my body to let go. 
His hand landed on mine, and I wanted to cry. His touch, his smell, his everything made my world tilt on its axis. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold on. 
I was either going to kill someone or have the most mind-blowing orgasm known to woman in public.
The bike slowed to a stop, and he proceeded to wiggle around then slid the length of his leg across me. I tossed my helmet, and my palms dug deep into the hot leather. I felt like I was balancing on the loose rocks that lined edge of my orgasm. I had never not-wanted to come so badly in my life. 
My mind shifted to images of Trigger touching me. 
Oh, no.
Oh, yes.
Oh, please.
“That’s one major fuck-me face.” Rail burst my steamy moment. 

I glared at him, but it did nothing for my problem. “What?”
“Just makin’ an observation.” 
“Observate somewhere else.” 

“Yeah, you probably need to finish that off.” He wiggled his fingers and winked. 
I closed my eyes and managed to channel my thoughts back to being underneath Trigger. His hands on my skin, his lips on my neck, his…
A shadow crossed my face and blocked my warmth. “What did you take?” 
A deep jolt tore through me as my mind decided if it he was real or not. 
“Please,” I nearly panted. “Don’t talk.” I rubbed my hands down my pants. The leather was warm and sent goosebumps through me. 
“What?” 

“I’m not entirely sure, as this is the first time I ever took ecstasy, but I think I took ecstasy.” 

He blinked “Where did you get E?”

 

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Wow. It has been a while since I have read such an enjoyable MC story. Two broken people, but for totally different reasons might find some kind of love between themselves.

Trigger is the prez of the bike club. He is emotionally stunted and is very deadly. But his MC is his family and life.

Tessa is friends with the vice prez and is hiding out from them. Them being an ex and her mother. When Trigger and she decide to get close but no emotions. Sometimes things don’t always work out.

This does end on a cliffhanger. But is a great book.

Bestselling author J. L. Drake was born and raised in Nova Scotia, Canada, later moving to Southern California where she lives with her husband and two children. 

When she’s not writing, she loves to spend time with her family, travelling or just enjoying a night at home. One thing you might notice in her books is her love for the four seasons. Growing up on the east coast of Canada the change in the seasons is in her blood and is often mentioned in her writing. 
 
An avid reader of James Patterson, J.L. Drake has often found herself inspired by his many stories of mystery and intrigue. 

She hopes you will enjoy her stories as much as she has enjoyed writing them.

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