MC Romance

Series: Hell’s Handlers MC by Lilly Atlas

Title: Jigsaw
Series: Hell’s Handlers MC
Author: Lilly Atlas
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: November 6, 2018

After being disappointed by her family one too many times, Izzy’s convinced the only person she needs is herself. Seeking a life with fewer relationships, she leaves the bustle of the city and moves to small-town Tennessee. Her plans for quiet and solitude don’t last long after she’s adopted by both the men and women of the Hell’s Handlers Motorcycle Club.
Once upon a time, Lincoln had a picture-perfect life. Sweet, loving wife, beautiful daughter, enviable career. But one fated night, it’s all wiped out, leaving him scarred both mentally and physically. Now known as Jigsaw, he’s a force to be reckoned with, and a valuable asset to the Hell’s Handlers MC. He’s also done. Done with love, done with dreams, done with women…unless it’s to work off some tension.
Despite their resolve to avoid entanglements, chemistry blazes between Jig and Izzy and becomes harder to resist with each encounter. When the club’s enemies set their sights on Izzy, the Handlers pull her even further into the fold. Everything Izzy believes about families is challenged as Jig and his club prove they can be counted on again and again.
Fighting side by side with a fearless woman, even one as smokin’ as Izzy, isn’t something Jig wants, but it might be exactly what he needs. If club business doesn’t destroy them, do Jig and Izzy stand a chance of letting their pasts go and finding happiness?

 

A full five minutes early for his appointment, Jigsaw shouldered through the door and into Inked, the one and only tattoo shop in Townsend, Tennessee. But even if it wasn’t, even if there was a shop on every corner, it’d be the best by far. Rip was a master with a tattoo machine who could bring anyone’s vision to life.
Maverick and Rocket filed in after him, immediately taking seats on the ratty couch butted up against the display window. His brothers had tagged along despite knowing how much Jig hated an audience for this.
He had a tat on his thigh that he added to every year on his wife and child’s birthdays which just happened to be only three days apart. Without fail, it put him in a shitty mood, and his brothers damn well knew it. But they couldn’t just leave him the fuck alone. They had to stick their fucking noses in his shit and follow him, so he didn’t “do something stupid.”
Every damn year.
Assholes.
“Hey, Jig,” Rip called out. “Lemme talk to you for a second.” He stepped from behind the privacy curtain pulled around his customer. To say the shop was simple would be a ridiculous understatement. Inked about as no-frills as it came, with two tattoo chairs, a reception desk, a second-hand couch and a few sketches on the wall. Rip didn’t give a shit about the décor or ambiance. He gave damn good ink and had the reputation to prove it.
“What’s up, Rip?” Jig asked after Rip waddled his large frame cross the shop.
“Hey, I’m running about forty-five minutes behind, man. I’m sorry.” Rip gave Jig a sheepish half smile.
From the couch, Maverick laughed and rubbed his hands together. “Woohoo, does this mean Jig gets to have his face inked on you?”
Not one to find much shit funny, Jig snorted. Rip was a bit of a psycho when it came to lateness. Threatened to tattoo his face on a client if they were late to their appointment. He’d done it before too, the bastard. That was the reason Jig never let himself be later than five minutes early. Last thing he needed was Rip’s ugly mug on his ass cheek.
“I really am sorry, man,” Rip said. He ran a hand through his hair and shifted uncomfortably, seeming flustered which wasn’t him.
“Everything good?” Jig asked.
Rip lowered his voice. “Yeah, just had this broad come in crying a few minutes ago. Breast cancer survivor who recently had some reconstructive surgery. Wanted me to ink nipples on her.”
“Well fuck me, Rip,” Mav said. “Why didn’t you start with that? Now I feel like an ass for ragging on you.”
With a shrug, Rip swiped the back of his hand across his forehead. “Shit, I’m sweating, guys. This is a lot of pressure.”
This time, Jig let out a small laugh. “You did all our Hell’s Handlers back pieces without blinking an eye, and you’re afraid of some nipples?”
“It’s a big deal,” Rip grumbled.
Jig slapped him on the back. “Hey, man, no worries. I can reschedule.” In reality, the change to his schedule pissed him off, but what the fuck could he do? He wasn’t about to be the asshole who pulled Rip away from a cancer survivor. Jig might be an unfeeling bastard, but he wasn’t a robot.
“Nah, not necessary,” Rip said as he walked toward the desk. “I got someone else who can do it.”
Jig froze and scanned the shop. It was then he realized there was a curtain pulled around the second chair as well. Muffled voices could be heard from behind the fabric wall but not well enough to make out what was being said. “You telling me you actually hired some help?”
For the past two years, Rip had been saying he needed to hire a second artist. Ever the control freak, no one actually thought he’d let another professional into his shop. He found fault with every other artist out there.
“Yeah, I did. They’re just finishing up the aftercare convo. Then you can meet ’em.”
“I don’t know.” Jig frowned. No one but Rip had gone near his skin with ink and needle.
“They’re good, Jig. Wouldn’ta hired ’em otherwise. Trained ’em myself actually. Years ago. Take a look at some of their work.” He dug around behind his desk and pulled out a beat-up binder, laying it out on the counter.
Like a bunch of teenage chicks who didn’t want to miss out on the gossip, Mav and Rocket hopped up to join him at the counter.
Mav, who had more inked skin than not, whistled. “Shit, Rip. These are fucking amazing. This guy might do better work than you.”
It was meant as a joke, but Rip snorted and nodded. There was definite truth to Maverick’s words. The lines were so precise, the images so vivid and perfect it was hard to believe they were done by a human hand. One of the photos was a butterfly that literally looked like it was lifting off some chick’s shoulder. Amazing.
“Give ’em a shot,” Rip said. “Promise they’ll do you right.”
Jig sighed and rubbed a hand across his jaw. Time to trim his beard. He’d gotten lazy the past few weeks and had let the beard get a little out of control. He always kept some amount of growth because it covered the bottom third of his scar, but he tried to keep it neat. Most of the time. “All right, man. Let’s do it.”
Seemed like Rip was really trying to push the new guy. Probably trying to build up his clientele. If the work in his portfolio was an accurate reflection of the guy’s skill, he’d be a fool to turn down this artist.
“Great.” Rip’s yellow-toothed smile beamed. “Oh, here she comes now.”
“Wait, what?”
She?
Maverick coughed in a weak attempt to cover his laughter, but it quickly turned to a gasp.
Oh yeah,” he said. “That one’ll do you right, Jig.”
“Holy fuck,” Rocket whispered.
Rip wore a shit-eating grin, the fuckstick. He’d purposefully misled them into thinking it was a dude. Jig didn’t want some bitch getting anywhere near him with a needle. He flipped his brothers off and spun to check out this lady tattoo artist for himself.
Ho-ly shiite.
About five-eight inches—and that was without the four-inch stilettos—of pure sex and sin strutted her way straight toward him. Somehow, this woman had poured herself into the tightest black leather pants he’d ever seen. They molded around her long, shapely legs and damn if he didn’t wish for her to turn around. He just bet she had a stellar ass that would only be enhanced by the grip of soft leather.
With each step, the back and forth sway of her hips drew his eye like he was watching the pendulum of a clock swing side to side. Forcing his gaze from her hips, he trailed it upward, not oblivious to the tight black tank top that cupped her breasts as snugly as the leather cupped her thighs.
“Hey, boys,” she said, her voice on the lower side. Husky, he’d call it.
Mav whistled. “Damn, woman. And I say this in a totally non-creepy, non-flirting way because I have a woman that would shoot off my junk if I so much as hit on another chick, but you are some kinda fucking gorgeous.”
Jig clenched his teeth together as the new lady tattoo artist threw her head back and laughed. Fucking Maverick. Flirting and charming woman was just part of his DNA. He truly meant it when he said he wasn’t hitting on her. The man just couldn’t let a beautiful woman walk away without her knowing she was gorgeous.
“Aren’t you the charmer,” she said, placing her hands on those fantastic hips.
Damn her body was out of this world. Not skinny, not even too curvy, it was more…athletic. Sleek lines, the swell of muscles in her arms, flat stomach. The girl must spend some serious hours in the gym.
“Guys, this here is Isabella. I taught her everything she knew about ten years ago. She finally agreed to move here and work with me.” Rip beamed with pride as he introduced his protégé.
“Please,” she said. “Call me Izzy. One of you boys looking for some ink?”
Fuck no.
Wasn’t happening.
Rocket cleared his throat like he had a whole steak lodged in there. If the asshole wasn’t careful, he’d have Jig’s fist lodged in there instead.
A hand slapped down on his shoulder. “My man Jig here needs some ink.”
Fuckin’ Maverick.
“Don’t want to mess up your schedule,” Jig said. “I’ll come back when Rip can fit me in.”
Rips face fell making Jig feel like scum. Wasn’t the shop owner’s fault that Jig wanted nothing to do with most women. Unless he was fucking them. That was pretty much the only time he associated with them. Of course, his brother’s ol’ ladies couldn’t seem to leave his ass alone. Always trying to bring him food, fix him up, and acting like freaking mother hens around him.
Especially Mav’s woman, Stephanie. He’d helped rescue her from a fucking psycho not long ago, and he seemed to have become her special project.
“Oh, I’ll, uh, check my book.” Rip waddled behind his desk and flipped through his old-school appointment book.
Izzy’s dark, almost black eyes just stared at him, hands on her hips, earning her Jig’s scowl. Who the hell did this bitch think she was?
Instead of caving under his murderous glare, one of her perfect black eyebrows arched high into her forehead. “You afraid your dick will invert if a woman puts some ink on you?”
She had a set of balls, he’d give her that much. “Nah, I—”
“I’ve inked hundreds, actually thousands of dudes.” She gasped and covered her mouth with her unpolished fingertips. “Shit, I’ve even tatted some bikers.”
Behind him, Mav and Rocket chuckled. Fuckers were enjoying this way too much.
Izzy leaned closer and dropped her volume. “Promise you, Bubba, not one of those guys grew a pussy because I was the one holding the needle.”
A strangled sound came from Rocket, and Maverick flat out laughed. Rip joined in, and soon the three of them were howling like a bunch of fucking hyenas.
Goddamnit. Not only had she interrupted him, sassed him, and tossed attitude at him, she’d thrown down a challenge. His damned male pride left him no choice.
“Show me to your chair,” he grumbled.
A massive grin of victory broke out across her gorgeous face. “Follow me, Bubba,” she said as she spun on one of those pencil-thin heels then sashayed to her station.
And fuck if he didn’t feel a twitch of his dick and a twitch of his lips. Where his cock’s interest came from, he had no idea. Miss Izzy couldn’t be further from his usual type.
He liked ‘em blonde, blue-eyed, small, sweet, and docile. Not tall, dark-haired, and mouthy. She’d even shaved the sides of her head, adding to her badass-bitch look.
But as he watched the very long tail of a tight braid swinging back and forth across the top of what was without a doubt a stellar ass, he couldn’t deny the animal attraction to her.
Fuck.
This was gonna be a shitty few hours.
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 📕Reviewed📕, Demons📕Reviewed📕, & Unleashed (Coming-Soon)

 

 

Title: Unleashed
Series: Devil’s Reach #3
Author: J.L. Drake
Publisher: Limitless Publishing LLC
Genre: MC Romance
Cover Design: Deranged Doctor Designs
Photo: Lane Dorsey
Model: Josh Mario John
Release Date: October 30, 2018

 

Blurb

 

Trigger
Tess was under the Devil’s watch while I suffered behind bars with my demons…
The ace in my pocket brings power, and the temptation to flip overwhelms me.
I’m playingchicken with the reaper, and it’s only feeding his thirst. The smell of blood is a drug. It fuels me. Consumes me.
I am lost.
Tess
The Devil stole me, but I refuse to belong to someone else.
I’m a fighter.
I will do whatever it takes to get back to my family.
Treachery and betrayal surround us.
The only way out is to turn the greatest loss into the greatest victory.

 

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REVIEW

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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

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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.

Author Bio

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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Series: Demons of Hell by Elizabeth Knox Includes- Scarred 📕Reviewed📕

Title: Scarred
Series: Demons of Hell #1
Author: Elizabeth Knox
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: July 28, 2018
Blurb
I had it all, or at least I did according to everyone else.
I had the club, I had the most powerful husband, the Prez of the Demons of Hell MC.
I had a family.
He’d told me time and time again the club was my “family”.
My “family” let a lot of things happen to me that shouldn’t of.
My “family” did a great job of turning a blind eye.
My “family” was great at letting me be the punching bag for their
mistakes. For all of his pent up anger and frustrations.
My “family” was the reason I almost died.
When Rage came into my life I saw nothing else.
His name was a warning and I didn’t listen.

 

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So there are a couple different reasons I went to 5 stars instead of 4. First I want to say this is the first Elizabeth book I have read so I had nothing to go by before reading Scarred. And at some points I was almost ready to stop reading, then some I was crying, and at the end, I knew I had to give this book 5 stars. Not only due to the story but because of the emotional elements also.

At first, I want to say I was not too into Roxy. I mean yes I understand where she is coming from and where she is at. There is no one to help her, and nowhere where she can really go. When the MC club is so big that everywhere you would turn there would be someone to turn you back to the abusive man you just ran from.

Then you have Tex, the man that has supposedly been in love with Roxy for years. He has been watching her get beat the crap out of for years and has done nothing because Rage is his best friend. That bothered me. So when he finally has the guts to leave with her it doesn’t take long for these two to come out with their emotions and fears.We are eventually taken to Montana where Roxy has brothers in an up and up MC club. This is where we meet some wonderful new characters and Roxy comes out of her shell. She and Tex become part of a new MC club and now have to learn their own relationship.A lot of things happen in this book.

Again it is a lot of roller coasters and emotional upheaval but I really did enjoy it. That is what makes a good story in my thoughts. I am breathless to see what happens in the next book. I am sure it will be a hate/love relationship kind of like this one.

Author Bio
Elizabeth is a romantic suspense author most popular for her
Mob and MC books, the international bestselling author of Reign, Redemption, Revenge, Relentless, Promised, Tough as Steele, Stripping a Steele & Blackjack. 
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Series: Broken Bows MC by Kerri Ann Includes- King, Rook, & Pawn

Title: Pawn
Series: Broken Bows MC Duet #2
Author: Kerri Ann
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: August 23, 2018
Cover Design: Wicked by Design
I escaped hell. I was free. 
 
I thought I could go back to normal. 
 
I can’t. 
 
Right now normal hurts. 
 
I’ve seen things—done things—I’m not the same girl I was.
 
It changed me—he changed me. 
 
The bar is locked up. The Horsemen clubhouse is no place for me, and I don’t belong anywhere that feels familiar. 
 
I’m alone. I’m broken. 
 
The only thing that feels right is my pain. 
 
 
 
Our club is in ruins. It’s left me at the helm. 
 
Twists and turns took me down this path that lead to further destruction, and I know King had orchestrated it all.
 
Thing is, I’m no one’s pawn. 
 
The club is all I have, and King won’t take us down. We’ll play this out our way. 
 
One way or another, he’ll pay for the damage to us, to them, to her…
                                                 

With an avaricious appetite for stories, Kerri Ann can be found quite often with her nose in a book or writing it. On many occasion it has been said that she’s in her own world, living in the stories of those she reads about, giving them a life they deserve.
She can easily be found under a tree in the shade, or reclining at Starbucks scribbling notes about new stories and new characters, all while keeping the coffee chain in business.
Whether late at night, at a music festival, or sitting on a ski lift, when the thoughts arise, Kerri Ann will add them to those in progress. So be wary, your antics could be in her next book.

 

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All I Wanna Do by Kristine Dugger📕Review📕

 
Title: All I Wanna Do 
Author: Kristine Dugger 
Genre: Contemporary Romance 
Models: Jonny James and Amanda Joan
Photographer: Wander Aguiar
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

 
 
 
One night is it took. One night of letting it all go.
Her going outside her comfort zone. Going for the bad boy.
Him leaving the country. Enjoying one last taste of American beauty
Both of them leaving lasting imprint.
His was just a memory.
Hers was a little more permanent.
What happens when that memory comes face to face with his own eyes.
Is it fate?
You tell me.
 
 
 
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REVIEW  ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

For my first Kristine Dugger book, I have to say I was impressed. It has everything you could really ask for. A little bit of emotion, wonderful sex, a conflict, and a great love story.

James and Hayden meet and have a great night together. Five years later on an off chance, they see each other again and James is thrown for a loop when he sees his eyes in a little four year old running around calling Hayden mommy. Now that he knows he has a son out there, he will do anything he can to make sure that he is in his life.

This is a sweet and sexy story. I am excited to see Ajex’s story.

 
 
 
 
Kristine Dugger is an upcoming contemporary romance novelist. She resides in Papillion, NE. Writing has always been a passion of hers. Kristine has a Master’s degree in Nutrition and Health Science from the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. She is a Dietitian by day, Writer by night, Always a Mom. Kristine has been known to be a straight up goofball. She has a dirty mind and loves to laugh. In her spare time, she enjoys spending time with her husband and two very beautiful daughters, reading, listening to music, CrossFit, and playing/watching sports.
 
Fun things about Kris….
I am a Nutrition Nerd
Played Competitive slow pitch softball for 8 years
Diehard Nebraska Cornhusker and Kansas City Royals Fan
 

 

 
 

 

Series: Satan’s Fury MC Memphis Chapter Includes: Blaze & Shadow by L. Wilder 📕Both Reviewed📕

Title: Shadow
Series: Satan’s Fury MC Memphis Chapter #2
Author: L. Wilder
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: August 14, 2018

“This couple may very well be one of my favorites by this author.” -Rose Reads

 

“I have read everything from L. Wilder and I can confidently say that her writing gets better and better.” -Donna Parrott

 

“Awesome storyline with phenomenal twist. This one is a definite must read.” -Julie Jackson/Goodreads Reviewer

Even as a kid, I knew the kind of hell the world could dish out. I grew to expect the worst and learned to face it head on. When I became Satan’s Fury’s new enforcer, I knew I could handle whatever came my way—until Alex Carpenter, the gorgeous book store owner who brought color into my world of gray.
 
The club was at war, fighting an unknown enemy, and she was a distraction I didn’t need nor want. My focus should’ve been on my brothers and our latest adversary, but I felt an unexplainable pull towards her. Her beauty and innocence captivated me, and just being near her made the shadows of my past seem less daunting. Without even realizing it, I let her in, but as we grew closer, I quickly realized that her walls were even more guarded than my own. 
 
Like me, Alex had a past filled with secrets. Could our broken souls find a way to mend together, or would we remain imprisoned by our past?
REVIEW
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Shadow and Alex with their love affair will take your breath away. Shadow has a history that will make you tear up and Alex has a painful past that is misunderstood. When these two get together they might be able the heal each other.

What becomes a friendship between Shadow and Alex becomes a love and sacrifice between the two. They have to find a way to survive her past that is coming back to get her. And Shadows MC crew that is just trying to help.

I enjoyed the chemistry and story that these two shares with us.

I heard the loud rumble of several motorcycles approaching, and as they got closer, I noticed something familiar about one of the men. Even in the pitch black of night, I knew it was him—the hot biker from the bookstore. I stood frozen in place as he and his friend whipped past me.
A black SUV pulled in right behind them and they all parked near the front door of Newman’s. I watched in awe as he got off his motorcycle and removed his helmet. He turned to look in my direction, and as those penetrating blue eyes locked on mine, all my sense of reason seemed to just wash away. I couldn’t move. My pulse was racing, my palms were sweating, and my hormones were raging. He looked so damn good with his dark hair tousled, and it was impossible not to notice how his jeans clung to him in all the right places. I was a complete mess. No man had ever had such an effect on me. I didn’t like it. I wanted to get into my car and shake it off, but when I realized that he was leaving his two friends to walk in my direction, my mind and body just wouldn’t cooperate. I simply stood there like a total idiot.
After he finally made his way over to me, I was surprised by his furrowed brow and intense expression. He just stood there staring at me for several seconds, and having no idea what else to do, I mumbled, “It’s you.”
“Yeah. It’s me.”
“I’m sorry … I don’t actually know your name.”
“It’s Shadow.” Before I could respond, he took a quick glance around the parking lot and asked, “You out here alone?”
“Yeah … I was just about to head home.”
“You shouldn’t be out here by yourself. It’s not safe,” he growled.
Surprised by his fierce tone, I became even more nervous and started to ramble. “I’m okay. My friends are inside. We were watching the band. I’m not sure if you’ve heard of them … the Smoking Guns. They’re pretty good. Not exactly my thing. A little loud for my taste. Not the loudest one I’ve ever been to, but close. At least I had an excuse to leave early … I have a shipment coming in tomorrow morning, so I need to be at the store early. What about you? Are you here to see the band, too?”
“Not exactly.” Without giving further explanation, he asked, “Where’s your car?”
“Um … it’s right over there,” I answered as I pointed in its direction.
He leaned to the side as he looked around me and grimaced, clearly not impressed by the state of my vehicle. “That’s your car?”
“Yeah. I know it’s not much, but it gets me to where I’m going.”
Just when I thought the moment couldn’t get any more uncomfortable, Jason stepped out of the bar, and as he glared at the burly biker standing next to me, he shouted, “Hey, Alex? You okay?”
“Yeah. I’m good. I was just about to leave.” When he didn’t move, I said, “You’re going to miss the closer if you don’t go back inside.”
“You’re sure you’re okay?”
“Yes, Jason. I’m fine.”
“Okay. Don’t forget to text me when you get home.”
“I will. Don’t worry.”
Once he was gone, I turned my attention back to my biker. He studied me for a moment, his eyes lingering on my mouth for only a fleeting moment; then, without saying a word, he started walking towards my car. Having no idea what he was doing, I just stood there trying to wrap my head around exactly what was happening. He turned around and looked over at me then said, “I thought you were leaving.”
“I am.” He cocked his eyebrow as he motioned his hand towards the driver’s side door. Feeling like a complete idiot, I rushed over to him and quickly unlocked my door.
He watched me get inside and asked, “You okay to drive?”
“Yes, I’m fine.” He again stared at me for a moment like he was trying to decide if I really was okay. “Seriously. I had one beer two hours ago. I’m fine.”
“Good.”
I expected him to step back, but he just stood there looking down at me. I felt warm all over, my heart was pounding so loudly that I was certain he could hear it. I felt my face turning red, and not wanting him to see my body’s reaction to him, I said, “Your motorcycle is really something. I bet it’s awesome to ride on a night like this.”
“It is.”
“Okay, well … I guess I better get going.” With a bit of hesitation, I put my hand on the door handle and as I started to close it, I said, “Thanks for walking me to my car.”
His expression softened as he moved out of the way and said, “Be careful.”
“I will. Thanks.”
After I closed the door, I gave him a smile and a quick wave goodbye, then started my engine. As I pulled out of the parking lot, I glanced up at my rearview mirror, and a chill ran down my spine when I noticed he was still standing in the same spot, watching intently as I drove out onto the main road.

 

“Damn,” I muttered to myself.

REVIEW
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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.
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: Savage Kings MC by Lane Hart & D.B. West Includes- Chase 📕Review📕

 

Title: Chase
A Savage Kings MC Novel
Authors: Lane Hart & D.B. West
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: June 26, 2018
Blurb

Chase Fury, the VP of the Savage Kings MC has dealt with his fair share of tragedy over the years. He never wanted the responsibility that comes with being at the head of the table, preferring to leave that to his brother, Torin. But after an unexpected attack on the Kings sends his brothers on a path of vengeance, Chase will have no choice but to take on the burden of being the man in charge.

 
Reporter Sasha Sheridan has steered clear of any and all bad boy bikers wearing the bearded skull for the last ten years.
While investigating a story, she suddenly finds herself back in the crosshairs of the Savage Kings. Uncovering the secrets that the club’s president is trying to keep hidden may very well put her life in danger. She may be able to handle the threat, but she can’t escape the man who broke her heart.
 
Chase hasn’t forgiven himself for hurting Sasha and causing her an unbelievable amount of pain. He still wears her name
on his chest, a reminder of the night that he wrecked his bike and everything the two of them had together. Now, with secrets, lies, bloodshed, and violence causing chaos in the club, Chase is determined to use his second chance with Sasha to keep her safe. He never imagined that the best way to do that would be
to get her as far away from him and the MC as possible.
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REVIEW
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OMG, I LOVED this story. Lane brought such a wonderful story to life that I could not put this book down. Chase is a fast passed MC book that brings you right into the heart of Chase and Sasha’s relationship. They are younger when they first get together but tragedy strikes and pulls them apart.

10 years later circumstances bring them back together. But pain and history might be too much to get over for them. But while Chase and Sasha are dealing with their feelings there is a horrible drug lord making trouble in their town and Chase, Sasha, the whole MC is in his crosshairs.

This is a must read story! The story does “end” for Chase and Sasha but the main story does not end. I am excited to see what happens next.

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About the Authors
New York Times bestselling author Lane Hart and husband D.B. West were both born and raised in North Carolina. They still live in the south with their two daughters and enjoy spending the summers on the beach and watching football in the fall. 

 

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