The brother known as Hound has a reputation. He’s all about cracking heads, having a good time, and when the Chaos Motorcycle Club needs someone to do the tough job, they call on him.
But Hound has a secret. He fell in love with a woman years ago. She’s untouchable. Unattainable. And even when her status changes, for Hound, it remains the same.
Keely Black had it all early and lost it all not long after. Thrown into an abyss of loss and grief, she’s faced a life of raising two sons alone and battling the rage at all that had been ripped from them.
And why.
Words spoken in anger open Hound’s and Keely’s eyes. For Hound, he sees he’s wasted his life loving the wrong woman. Keely sees she’s wasting her life not opening herself to the love of a good man.
She whirled on him, planted her
hands on her slim hips and announced, “So you’re alive.”
He felt his mouth
get tight and threw the door shut, but that was all he got in before she came
at him, both hands up, and shoved him so hard at his chest, his entire torso
rocked back.
That was when he
felt his whole face get hard.
She didn’t
hesitate to get up in that face and fuck him, fuck him, he felt her tits brush his chest, she was that close.
“You big jerk!” she shouted. “You scared the shit out of me.”
“Stand down,
woman,” he growled.
“You haven’t
dropped my check in two months, Hound.”
He couldn’t stop
it.
He blinked at her
and did it slow.
“You might miss a
month but you never miss two,” she
informed him of something he knew but thought she had not ever noticed.
“As you can see,
I’m still standing,” he told her.
“I can see that.
What I hear is that Chaos has got
whatever trouble they’ve got with whoever took Millie and now they’re rubbing up
against Bounty.”
Bounty was another
MC in Denver.
They’d never had
any problem with Bounty.
Now they did.
“Think you made it
clear last time I saw you that you’re outta it with Chaos, so not sure how
that’s your issue,” he stated.
“Uh, were you not there when the boys voted in Dutch
as a recruit a month ago?”
Actually, he was
on maneuvers so he had not been.
Though, since he
sponsored Dutch, along with every man who’d had his patch when Black died, his
official vote wasn’t really necessary.
He decided not to
answer.
“I thought
something had happened to you,” she said it like it was an accusation.
He put both arms
up at his sides, which he thought pretty much said it all.
It did, but she
was clearly not happy about the way he did it and he knew that with the way her
face screwed up, all pissed.
“You drop my
checks,” she declared heatedly.
“Gonna leave that
duty to another man,” he told her.
“Why?” she rapped
out.
“’Cause I got
other shit I need to be doin’,” he replied, not the entire truth, not a full
lie either.
“It’s because I
was a bitch to you,” she said it, straight out.
“You didn’t say
anything that wasn’t true,” he returned, and that wasn’t a lie at all.
What he left
unsaid was that her saying what she’d said sucked dick.
“I was upset,” she
explained herself.
“That didn’t go
unnoticed,” he shared.
“Don’t be an
asshole, Hound,” she snapped, and his brows went up as his temper caught.
“How’s that bein’
an asshole?” he asked.
“You’re bein’
flippant,” she told him.
He leaned toward
her. “Woman, I don’t even know what ‘flippant’ means.”
“Then you need to
spend more time reading books and less time doing Chaos’s wet work,” she shot
back.
He leaned away and
slowly drew a very long breath into his nose.
She glared at him.
When he had no
verbal reaction to her remark, she looked around then back at him.
“For God’s sake,
Hound, you live in a sty,” she declared.
“Got no woman to
keep the place nice for, baby,” he drawled. “As you pointed out. And men don’t
mind they live in a sty. It’s only women who give a fuck about that shit.”
Her eyes got
squinty. “Why don’t you have a woman?”
He was not
discussing this with her.
“That’s none of
your fuckin’ business,” he returned.
She threw up an
arm in front of her to indicate him. “You’re hot.”
He did another
slow blink.
He was?
“It’s a waste,”
she decreed.
She’d know about
waste, all of what was her going without a man for seventeen years.
“You’re worried I
don’t get my wick wet enough, Keely, you can mark that off your list of things
you shouldn’t stick your nose into in the first place. I get what I need. I
just don’t keep it.”
“Why not?” she
asked.
“You obviously
won’t feel this way, but you don’t know me so I’ll educate you that for a guy
like me, you give it enough time to get time in, snatch becomes a drag and no
man needs anything draggin’ on him.”
“You did not just
say that to me,” she bit out.
“Jesus, woman,” he boomed, looked side to
side and back to her. “You’re the one stormed in here, gettin’ up in my face
and my space, puttin’ your hands on me, stickin’ your nose in shit that’s not
yours to have. What’s your problem?”
“You bring me my
checks,” she declared.
“Not anymore,” he
fired back.
“You bring me my
checks,” she demanded.
He leaned again
toward her.
“Not anymore,” he
snarled.
And then, Jesus,
fuck…
She was on him.
She was all over
him.
Plastered down his
front, hands clenched hard in his hair yanking his head down to hers, she had
her mouth to his and her tongue in his mouth.
God, nectar.
Fuck, heaven.
He ripped his
mouth from hers, planted a hand in her chest and shoved her back a lot harder
than he’d ever touch any woman (or any woman who had not done Chaos wrong) so
she reeled away five paces.
He couldn’t
apologize.
He needed to draw
a line.
For her.
For him.
For her boys.
For Chaos.
4 Chaos Stars!
It doesn't matter what Ms. Kristen Ashley writes, I will devour her books in one sitting! You are guaranteed a joy ride in all her books. I swoon over every alpha male characters this author writes!
There's nothing more angsty than falling in love with someone, knowing you can never be together. That's exactly, how Hound felt about Keely Black.
Keely Black is a widowed-Old Lady and for her to be with another Chaos brother is not what the Club wants. But after losing her husband and shutting down for years, Hound has been there for Keely and her boys. It was just a matter in time for these two to fall for each other. But being together in the Club's eyes was frowned upon.
When Hound stopped pushing Keely away, these two together were explosive -- as in hot, dirty and sexy. These two character burned up the pages.
I still desperately want Boz and Bev to have a book. There is still so much history going on between those two!
About
Kristen Ashley is the New York Times bestselling author of over sixty romance novels including the Rock Chick, Colorado Mountain, Dream Man, Chaos, Unfinished Heroes, The ’Burg, Magdalene, Fantasyland, The Three, Ghost and Reincarnation and Honey series along with several standalone novels. She’s a hybrid author, publishing titles both independently and traditionally, her books have been translated in thirteen languages and she’s sold nearly three million books.
Kristen’s novel, Law Man, won the RT Book Reviews Reviewer’s Choice Award for best
Romantic Suspense, her independently published title Hold On was nominated for RT Book
Reviews best Independent Contemporary Romance and her traditionally published title Breathe was nominated for best Contemporary Romance. Kristen’s titles Motorcycle Man, The Will, and Ride Steady (which won the Reader’s Choice award from Romance Reviews) all made the final rounds for Goodreads Choice Awards in the Romance category.
Kristen, born in Gary and raised in Brownsburg, Indiana, was a fourth generation graduate of Purdue University. Since, she has lived in Denver, the West Country of England, and she now resides in Phoenix. She worked as a charity executive for eighteen years prior to beginning her independent publishing career. She now writes full-time.
Although romance is her genre, the prevailing themes running through all of Kristen’s novels are friendship, family and a strong sisterhood. To this end, and as a way to thank her readers for their support, Kristen has created the Rock Chick Nation, a series of programs that are designed to give back to her readers and promote a strong female community.
The mission of the Rock Chick Nation is to live your best life, be true to your true self, recognize your beauty, and last but definitely not least, take your sister’s back whether they’re at your side as friends and family or if they’re thousands of miles away and you don’t even know who they are. The programs of the RC Nation include Rock Chick Rendezvous, weekends Kristen organizes full of parties and get-togethers to bring the sisterhood together, Rock Chick Recharges, evenings Kristen arranges for women who have been nominated to receive a special night, and Rock Chick Rewards, an ongoing program that raises funds for nonprofit women’s organizations Kristen’s readers nominate. Kristen’s Rock Chick Rewards have donated over $125,000 to charity and this number continues to rise.
You can read more about Kristen, her titles and the Rock Chick Nation at KristenAshley.net.
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