Hero: Hawk. A tortured, broken man who spends as much time as he can on his own (instead of with his Hell’s Horseman motorcycle club). But he always comes back to see his seven-year old son the woman he truly loves. Too bad she was shot in the head seven years ago and now wants nothing to do with him or his club.

Hero: Jase. A tortured, broken man. Oh wait, I already said that. Well it’s true. Jase’s wife shot Dorothy seven years ago. Oopsie. Jase thinks he is in love with Dorothy. But he has a lot of healing with his own family to do

Heroine: Dorothy. Shot in the head. Had to wait a long time for all of her memories to come back and then damn! She realizes she was living a crazy life. When Hawk goes missing though, she drags herself back to the motorcycle club because she realizes she truly loves him…

Hawk stared at me, looking confused. “You’re . . . naked?” he said, sounding as perplexed as he looked.

“Yes, I’m naked,” I snapped. Annoyed by his response to my nudity, or rather, his lack of response, I put my hands on my hips and narrowed my eyes. “I’m naked because I want to be with you, you big, dumb man.”

The slow smile that lit his face, painting creases around his eyes and highlighting his hard features with a sexy sort of softness, was breathtaking. Hawk hardly smiled; his expression was normally as stoic as he usually was. But on those precious occasions when he had smiled in the past, it had always taken my breath away. How incredible that such a small, simple gesture could transform a rather frightening-looking man with hardened features into a softer, more beautiful one.

[…]

“We’re all a little broken,” I whispered, reaching up into my hair and brushing my fingers over my scar. “And you don’t have to do anything, just lie there and I’ll do it all.”

I nearly clapped my hand over my mouth, disbelieving the words that had just come out of me. Those weren’t my words, they were the words of a confident woman, a worldly woman who could make her own decisions, one who saw what she wanted and went for it, no outside persuasion necessary.

I wasn’t that woman.

But just maybe . . . I could pretend to be.

“Woman,” Hawk said, his voice growing significantly deeper, more lyrical than before, something I’d learned long ago was attributed to his arousal. “You can’t say somethin’ like that then just keep standin’ there. Get your damn ass over here.”

Burning with a sudden blossoming embarrassment, I slowly began rounding the bed. I was overly aware of Hawk’s gaze on me, traveling up and down my body, and desperately trying not to blush because of it. As it was, my stomach was once again fluttering, and worse, I was starting to sweat.

Reaching his side of the bed, I paused, searching out a way to climb atop him without hurting him, but Hawk’s hand stayed me. Reaching out, his palm grazed my side and ran down the length of me before settling on my hip.

My breath hitched and my eyes fluttered closed. His touch on my naked skin, so familiar yet so foreign, was both comforting and disconcerting. I had to remind myself that this was Hawk, and that my love for him superseded the years we’d spent in limbo.

“I missed you,” he said hoarsely. “I fucking missed you, D.”

[…]

His hand dropped from my breast, traveling slowly down the same path back to my stomach and then lower, running his fingertips between my legs, but just barely touching the sensitive skin. I swallowed back a threatening whimper. It had been so long since I’d been touched like this and my body was a veritable volcano, threatening to erupt from the simplest of touches.

He saw this, my response to him, and his pupils began to dilate; his breaths grew louder, and more pronounced. All his reactions told me I wasn’t the only one so affected, and that knowledge—knowing he was feeling every bit of what I was—was so incredibly intoxicating,

My moans came out in staccato breaths as his fingers began to play, his touch still so astoundingly gentle that I was beginning to have trouble concentrating on anything other than the feel of him and the deeply buried sensations he brought to life, to light, within my body.

My name was a low rumble past his lips and then he slid a finger up inside me. I cried out, biting down on my bottom lip as heat roared through my trembling body, filling it with the sort of heart-pounding adrenaline that made me weak in the knees, leaving my body a mass of quivering muscle and skin. I didn’t know where I was, who I was, and didn’t care to ever know. All I wanted, all I needed, was this.

Him.

“Come here,” he said, his voice a throaty growl as he removed his hand from my body. It took me a moment to regain my bearings, but only a moment as I was more than desperate to touch him now, desperate to have him inside me again.

A few notes about this one:  The first few books in this series are so erotic, when I went back to find a good scene for today it was tough! There isn’t a ton of dirty in this one, although the book still has an edge, if that makes sense.

I consider this series my guilty pleasure/cracky reading series. The first few books are so over the top in their dramatics and antics…yet I can’t help myself and always come back for more. This book felt mature – there wasn’t a lot of ridiculous plots or situations and I liked that. But…it didn’t feel like a whole book. There was definitely some meat missing from this story. I liked it, and I read it almost in one sitting, but as someone said on Goodreads, it felt like a very long epilogue, rather than a stand alone book. I liked the story though and I’m ready for the next in the series.

Read previous reviews of the series here.

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