Review A Lone Stranger: The Bent Zealots MC #3 by Layla Wolfe

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Review A Lone Stranger: The Bent Zealots MC #3 by Layla Wolfe



Ride on. Ride on.

HARTE: After a world-changing run-in with the guy I thought was my father, I went on the road to find myself. I patched over to The Bent Zealots MC, an out-and-proud club on the Colorado River. A cock virgin, I raced to experience all I could, eagerly sniffing every nook and cranny, a whole new existence offered up by Grindr. But when Ormond Tangier was assaulted by a rival club, I quickly got down to brass tacks, to show my new brothers I was all business.

Too bad that business involves Bond Blackburn, jailbird brother of our Prez, Turk. That guy is so far in denial he’s practically Egyptian. But he even he can’t deny what I saw with my own eyes at the gay club. Sure, I was on my knees paying homage to a Daddy Dom, but Bond can’t pretend he wasn’t getting some oral praise as well. And now they’re telling me I have to work with this hypocrite?

BOND: This club is a fucking joke. How’s a man supposed to make a new start after the joint? First, my own brother forced me to prospect. I couldn’t automatically rise to the top of the heap through my family connections. No, I’m supposed to labor in a noxious sweatshop making product for their pot dispensary. And I have to sneak downtown if I want to get some halfway decent head, because I don’t even want my gay so-called brothers knowing about my shameful hobby.

Now we’re reaching out to the cops to even the score with those Hellfire Nuts who abused Ormond. And that delicious Harte Saxonberg is getting my goat, so by the book, such bleeding heart. I just want to strangle him—or fuck him.

HARTE: I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place, one that slab of a man, Bond Blackburn. He kisses me, then punches me. Fucks me, then ignores me. He’s got me so upside-down I’ve lost the clarity I had a week ago when I rode west. Ride west, young man. I could be a steam train if I could just lay down my tracks. But the only name I’m calling out is that sexy convict’s.

Ride on. Ride on.

Publisher’s warning: This book is not for the faint of heart. It contains scenes of gay sex, public play, exhibitionism, illegal doings, vaguely legal marijuana operations, and violence against men. There are no cheating or cliffhangers, and HEAs for all.

Title: A Lone Stranger
Author: Layla Wolfe
Other books by this author that we've reviewed: A Dangerous Reality, A Gorgeous Mess, A Dangerous Reality, A Gorgeous Mess
Series: The Bent Zealots MC #2
Other books in this series that we've reviewed: A Dangerous Reality, A Gorgeous Mess, A Dangerous Reality, A Gorgeous Mess
Published by Quicksilver Books
Source: Author
Published: 12 October, 2015
Genres: M/M Erotica, Motorcycle Theme
Pages: 210
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Stars: five-stars
Flames: four-half-flames

The third installment in the series brings us two characters that first meet outside the Bent Zealots Chapel.  One is coming to join in after leaving the Bare Bones club in his rearview, the other is arriving for “babysitting” after an early release from a bid for Bank Robbery offers him a new opportunity. My favorite, so far, for the honest struggles of the characters that set up their own growth and development.

Harte has always believed that Leo was his father, and now that many of the members he’d known since childhood were under investigation as Leo was working to save his own skin, he’s needing a change of scenery. Not to mention that he’s discovering his own sexuality, and in the Bare Bones, as it has developed, being gay just isn’t cool.

Bond is Turk’s biological brother, even as they were separated after their parents were killed by a drunk driver.  We know that Turk’s life with the Illuminatis wasn’t great, but Bond’s life was full of fighting, foster homes and rejection: all the while he believed his brother got a “Leave it to Beaver” existence.  Fresh out of prison and with a chip on his shoulder the size of a potato field (with tractors), Bond is expecting to roll into the Bent Zealots clubhouse and take over – brother or no brother.

Wolfe has taken two very disparate characters here and given them both time to grow and develop. Bond starts out completely terrified, always on the offensive, expecting people will see inside his head and realize he’s worthless. Oh – and we won’t even mention his extreme (can anyone say ‘he doth protest too much’) homophobia.  Imagine his surprise when he sees that the Zealots are predominantly gay, and have already given him two steps up the ladder, to prospect.   On the other hand, Harte is a known entity to the club, and while not settled in his identification of a gay man (he’s still working on his genre) he’s at least honest with himself and others, and eager to see what will come.  He’s the eager puppy in this book – honest, loving, kind-hearted and adorable, even when he’s wrong.

While the opportunity to take a small side-mission in retaliation for a horrific attack on Ormond appears, the whole gang of ‘outsiders’, with mindful tech geek Twinkletoes as watcher, set off on a mission that could bring the full force of retaliation down on the club.  Add in the two teenaged Navajo boys rescued from near slavery in the last book, and a new member of the shatter crew in the two-spirited Fredericka and the story is full of moments that shine.

What emerges is a story that, above all, celebrates self-acceptance and awareness, showing the power of friendship and love in making things better than they were. Foul language, often rough and raw emotions and plenty of balance checks to be sure no-one is believing the less than truthful utterances, these characters are real, honest and completely lovable. Eventually.

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