BLURB:
The latest novel in the series with the “sexiest, baddest, hottest”* outlaws around, from the New York Times bestselling author of Claimed.
In the latest novel in the series with the “sexiest, baddest, hottest”* outlaws around, one woman must choose between the two men who want to claim her...
...Or does she?
Despite his magnetic personality, Rylan can’t seem to seduce Reese, the deadly leader of their town of outlaws. Winning her over is a welcome challenge, but her indifference isn’t the only thing standing in his way. If he wants Reese, Rylan must also win over Sloan, her stoic protector...
Sloan has always loved Reese, but their painful past has stolen his chances of a future with her. Rylan’s interest in Reese only intensifies the tension—until Sloan begins to wonder if the reckless man might be the one person who can bridge the distance...
The last time Reese fell for the wrong man, she had no choice but to kill him. Now, she desperately wants to take what both Rylan and Sloan are offering. But if she makes the wrong call again, she risks losing them both.
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Review by: Amy E
I have enjoyed this series so far but this is the book I've been waiting for! The heat between Rylan, Reese, and Sloan has been building since the beginning and its exploded beautifully in the pages of this book.
Raw, rough, passionate, and sexy as hell. Reese is all these things as she runs a huge compound and when she's dealing with the men in her life. Her strength is both a blessing and a curse. Watching her begin to trust and lean on others made her so much more relatable.
I really, really liked how the storyline continued and played out in this book and am looking forward to the next book and the end of Ferris!
4 Stars
EXCERPT:
Rylan didn’t waste time. He strode
to the two-story brownstone on Main Street and entered behind her. He didn’t
bother to knock. Better to ask for forgiveness than permission and all that.
He found her upstairs in her small
kitchen, arms braced against the counter as she stared out the window at the
unkempt yard behind the building. It was empty, save for a decrepit playset in
the back corner. The slide was long gone, but a single swing hung from a rusted
bar.
“When you die,” she said without
turning around, “I’m going to dub you Saint Rylan, patron of lost causes.”
Rylan stepped close enough that he
could feel the heat from her body, but far enough away that there was room for
her to escape. “How’d you know it was me instead of Sloan?”
“Your footsteps are different.”
“Huh.” He chewed on that piece of
information a bit. He was probably reading too much into it, but the fact that
she could distinguish his footsteps from someone else’s? That was all the
encouragement he needed to stay. “You’re a damn impressive woman, Reese.”
“Is that right? Because I can tell
you and Sloan apart?” She sounded tired, almost resigned. Rylan experienced a
pang of concern. Connor had never sounded like this before, but then again,
Rylan’s leader had never been in charge of eighty-plus people before either.
Con kept his camp small. Even Hudson, his woman, had been an interloper he
hadn’t wanted to take in.
Reese, on the other hand, threw her
doors open to any misfits, wanderers, and beggars that rattled on her gates.
Rylan briefly pondered what it
would’ve been like growing up if there’d been a Reese around when he was young.
Maybe then every night wouldn’t have been filled with his mother’s tears and
his father’s angry shouts, followed by mournful pleas for forgiveness and
hollow exchanges of I love you.
“That, and because you’ve got a
vision for the future that few people would ever try to make a reality,” he
said frankly.
“You and Connor think I’m nuts,
don’t you?”
“Nah, brave.”
And maybe a little foolish, but hell,
if it wasn’t for Reese’s foot in their asses, they’d still be holed up in their
isolated camp, avoiding Enforcers and scavenging for supplies. Reese’s plan was
big and bold and possibly suicidal, but the alternative was to cower, and Rylan
had had enough of that.
She sighed and finally turned to
look at him. “Did Sloan send you in here to cheer me up?”
Was that a dig? It kinda felt like
one. But it was also true—Sloan had sent him. Or at least given him the signal
that he wasn’t totally barking up the wrong tree by running after Reese.
He searched her eyes for traces of
derision, but he only saw fatigue with a side of melancholy. He wanted to scoop
this tough woman into his arms and pleasure her until she was too satisfied to
frown.
“I’m here because last night was the
best sex I’ve ever had. Because walking away from you isn’t an option for me.”
She made a strangled sound—half laugh,
half groan—and rubbed the back of her hand across her forehead. Is that all you can think about?”
“Around you? Yup. I fuck and I
fight. Don’t scratch too deep because there’s nothing there.”
She snorted in disbelief. “Tell that
to someone who’ll believe you.”
Rylan’s brow furrowed. He’d always
skated on the surface of intimacy, enjoying the physical nature of sex—the hot
embrace, the rough friction, the sharp desire. What he’d just told Reese was
absolutely true. He didn’t feel deeply. He could appreciate it in
others, but he’d witnessed firsthand the emptiness of love. What he wanted, and
what he could give, was pleasure and nothing more.
“What’re you talking about?” he
finally asked, feeling slightly off-center that Reese saw something in him that
didn’t exist.
She studied him for a moment before
waving her hand carelessly. “It’s nothing. Look, last night was hot, but
there’s nothing left here for you.” She presented her back to him and stared
out the window again.
Was that a challenge? Sure sounded
like one.
