Everyone belongs somewhere. Even the misfits.
With
the looming threat from the Mancuso Crime Family, the Forsaken
Motorcycle Club is preparing for a war that could destroy them. Grady,
the club’s Sergeant-at-Arms, knows that love makes you weak, and he has
zero interest in adding to his liabilities– especially now. He’s already
got his teenage daughter who keeps him on his toes and a beef within
the club that could fracture his relationship with a fellow brother for
good.
For Holly Mercer, her life is finally getting on track and
the last thing she wants is trouble from her hometown’s resident
outlaws. Keeping her nose clean is easier said than done, when suddenly
she finds herself embroiled in club business. Holly might like the idea
of being with a real-life bad boy, but even being in the same room with
tough-as-nails Grady flusters her.
When Holly inadvertently finds
herself on Mancuso’s radar, she has two choices: trust that Grady will
protect her, or continue to refuse the club’s help. Both roads are
dangerous, but only one has the chance to damage her beyond repair.
Love is never more dangerous than when it can destroy you.
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4 Stars out of 5
What can I say? I absolutely love this series and couldn't have been more excited to read all about Grady!
Grady. Grady. Grady. He is a total a-hole. He's rude and crude. But fiercely in love and protective over his daughter Cheyenne. He maybe a bad ass MC biker, but he loves his daughter and mother.
Holly Mercer is trying to figure out who she is when she moves back home. In the past, she's made all the wrong choices and now she's trying to move on and do it the "right" way. Holly works at the school, as a counselor and gets assigned to Cheyenne. Cheyenne is a typical teen going through the emotions of a teenager--skipping school, talking back, etc...
Holly needs to meet with Cheyenne's father, but can never get a hold of him. Needless to say, she has no idea who her father is!
Holly and Grady meet and completely get off on the wrong foot. They both infuriate each other and have strong choice of words for each other! Holly is sassy and mouthy, but Grady finds it attractive. These two dance around each other, by throwing insults, but there is a strong attraction between the two. Holly ends up getting mixed up in "Club Business" and brings plenty of chaos into her life.
She soon figures out what it means to be part of a "The Club." Her life completely changes and Grady feels the need to protect her.
Rev is filled humor, angst, sexy steam and plenty action. The end of this book kept me on the edge. There's plenty of heartbreak and emotional/disturbing scenes. I highly recommend this book, especially if you are fans of past characters of the series!
And who's book is next? I want Ian's story! :)
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About the author:
As a child, JC was fascinated by things that went bump in the night. As they say, some things never change. Now, as an adult, she divides her time between the sexy law men, mythical creatures, and kick-ass heroines that live inside her head and pursuing her bachelor's degree in English.
JC is a San Francisco Bay Area native, but has also called both Texas and Louisiana home. These days she rocks her flip flops year round in Northern California and can't imagine a climate more beautiful.
JC writes adult, new adult, and young adult fiction. She dabbles in many different genres including science fiction, horror, chick lit, and murder mysteries, yet she is most enthralled by supernatural stories-- and everything has at least a splash of romance.
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"I told you that I won't say anything. You won't take me at
my word, so if I have to take the money to get you to believe that I'm not
going to do anything to get you or your club into trouble, then I will."
And that's exactly the problem. We deal with a lot of shady as fuck people in
our line of business. I learned two things in my last twenty years with his cut
on my shoulders: number one, everybody has a price; and number two, that there
is no such thing as getting something for nothing. And the fact that she won't
take my money makes me think she's going to take my freedom. Only, she doesn't
seem to be malicious or deceitful. If I didn't know any better, I would think
that she really just wanted to be left alone. Which is a damn shame because the
more time I spend around her, the more aware I am of her presence.
"Stay here," I say. She is an adult and responsible for
own fate, but I can't help the bad feeling that I get from the idea of letting
her walk. She hasn't told me what exactly went down between her and Mancuso's
guy, but from the way she avoids the topic altogether, I'm starting to worry
that it was more than she's letting on. And if he has taken an interest in her,
then she’s screwed.
"No," she says. She gives me a small shake of her head,
and then her shoulders rise in the air, stay for a beat, and fall. "I was
an idiot for thinking that it could be a good idea to let Cheyenne think that
were sleeping together. Now my boss is asking questions and even Mindy thinks
I'm hiding something from her. If I stay here, it's only going to make
everything worse."
"You won't stay here because people are asking questions, so
you would rather be murdered to avoid a few uncomfortable conversations?"
I don't even know what the fuck to say about this shit anymore. I've tried my
best to get it through her thick skull that getting dead is a very real
possibility here. She shifts in place and looks down at her lap. Her fingers
work at the hem of her blouse.
"The more time I spend with you, the more that guy is going
to think I matter. It's better for you and Cheyenne that I stay away. If he
thinks we know each other then he can use me as leverage. You have enough to
worry about with Cheyenne and your club. You don't need to worry about me as
well."
“Stay,” I say again, quieter this time.
“I don’t
fit in here.”
“Yes,
you do,” I whisper.
“But, I
don’t.”
“You’re
insane, and ballsy, and you handle your shit. You fit in here alright.”
I sound
like a pussy.
Her
silence is unnerving. She doesn’t react to my fucked-up attempts at getting her
to stay for a long moment, then she says, “But I don’t want to be those things.”
I don't give her anything for a good minute or so. I've nothing to
give. She doesn’t want this and I won’t force it. On one hand, she makes sense.
Her staying here could make it look like she means something to me, which she
doesn't. Well, more than I want her to, anyway. Still, that doesn't address the
fact that she's already had words with this guy and apparently the asshole
pulled a gun on her. But she's made her choice, and I'm not the kind of man who
begs.
Excerpt 3:
“You ever play Street’Opoly?” Grady
leans in and asks me.
“What?” I ask. I’ve heard of a lot
of different versions of the game before, even one that could be totally
customized, but never Street’Opoly.
“Well, you’re about to be schooled,”
he says. He takes a pull of his beer and gives me a sly smile. The attention
makes me blush, but after last night, it probably shouldn’t. Clearing my throat
and tucking my hair behind my ears, I smile wide up at him. He smiles back
broadly, the lines around his mouth and eyes deepening. He truly is gorgeous in
a way that is all man and muscle and arrogance.
“You think you can teach me a thing
or two?” I say in a low and breathy voice. My heart rate spikes, and I flush
all over.
“Baby, I’ll teach you things that
are illegal in nine states,” he whispers. Cheyenne makes a gagging noise from
my other side. I glance at his lips then up at his eyes and back to his lips.
My nerves have disappeared and in their place is pure, unadulterated lust. He
dives in for a quick kiss and then pulls away like nothing happened.
“Well,” I say lowly while trying to
clear my throat, “you can try, but you’re going to have to do it as something
aside from the ship. I already called that piece.”
“My house, my rules, my ship,” he
says. I feel his arm move behind me. The adult, mature Holly wants to think
he’s making a move and wrapping me in his strong embrace, but the kid in me
recognizes this move. It’s the same one my older brother, Theo, used when we
were kids and he wanted to get his hands on something I had. Back then, Theo,
Mindy, and I were inseparable. I may have fallen for this trick a few times
when I was little, but Mindy and I soon learned the art of the hand-off. In my
experience, every girl who’s had to deal with an overbearing male in her life
knows about the hand-off.
I take a chance, lean in toward
Grady, and blow out a shaky breath. His arm pauses for a brief second, and I
pounce, grabbing the ship from the table and handing it off to Cheyenne. Like a
pro, she grabs the ship, hops out of her chair, and runs around the table to
Lisa, who is dumping wings out of the plastic bags and into a glass bowl.
“That’s fucked,” Grady says and
leans against the back of his chair. He takes a pull of his beer and shakes his
head. “You’re supposed to be on my team, Chey!”
“Ha! You grounded me last month for
being like ten minutes late for curfew. You’re on your own, dude,” she says. He
grumbles something about an hour and fickle memories, but doesn’t make a stink
out of it.
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