I like my sex dirty and disposable. I'm not into commitment or chicks who want more than one night. My brothers and club come first, second and last. Until she walks into my life. Classy, rich and so out of my league it's crazy. A week together should get her out of my system, but this good girl is so bad when we're all alone and I can't get enough of her. I don't do forever, but she's hooked me so bad I don't ever want to let her go. Except there's no way a princess can live in my world and I sure as hell won't live in hers...
Author: Christina Phillips
Other books by this author that we've reviewed: Bloodlust Denied, Hold Me Until Forever, Payback
Series: Viking Bastards MC #1
Other books in this series that we've reviewed: Payback
Published by Entangled Publishing Source: Publisher
Published: February 6th 2017
Genres: Contemporary Romance, Motorcycle Theme, Romance
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Hooked was an apt name for this book. I was hooked immediately. Phillips gives us so much
insight into Zach and Grace through their thoughts that it was easy to like them from the very beginning. The entire opening scene would give the reader much different impressions of the two if not for these insights into their frames of mind. Zach’s initial impression that Grace is just looking for a wild, quick hookup with a dangerous biker is fun to watch. He takes nothing she says literally since he used to girls feeding him similar lines because they don’t want to come out and state “I’m here for sex”. It’s great watching the wonder in his realization that her car really did break down and her cell phone really is dead. He’s suddenly forced to completely revise his impression of her. It was also very interesting to see the good girl from the right part of town come to the conclusion that now that the situation had presented itself she really could walk on the wild side for a quick lay with the smoking hot biker.
To the reader, it’s obvious from the beginning that neither of these two is being honest when they tell themselves they aren’t interested in a relationship but Grace and Zach take a while to admit it’s not short-term fun and they can’t just walk away. Neither is a stereotype of their upbringing though on the surface they appear to be the bad biker and pampered rich girl.
Grace never really thinks of Zach by the typical prejudices but Zach is bad about assuming Grace is embarrassed of him around her family.
I was enthralled with Zach as he learns to have his first meaningful relationship with a woman. He has to learn and embrace emotions that are foreign to him and learn to let go of the chip on his shoulder to understand that Grace really has no prejudices against his societal situation and
that her motives are always to protect him, not to hide him from her family. It takes him much of the book to admit Grace really is guileless though I think that trait is exactly why he is so drawn to her that he breaks all his rules meant to distance himself from women and relationships. Phillips creates the perfect blend of macho, alpha male and sensitive, caring lover.
Though Zach is in an outlaw motorcycle club, I wouldn’t call this a motorcycle themed book.
We don’t see much of his associates and when we do it’s personal interaction with Zach not club oriented. There’s some mention of the type of girls normally associated with the club, the specific social structure within such a group, and hints they may have shading dealings but Grace and Zach’s relationship happens outside these with almost no interference and influence by the other bikers. The club is more an explanation for Zach’s attitudes about women and life in general than a factor in the story.
Phillips uses great dialog and introspective exploration of their rawest human emotions to create fascinating characters and spin a compelling story. I could barely put the book down to get my office work done. I even ended up crying at my desk when Zach finally realizes and declares how he feels for Grace. Brava, Ms. Phillips.
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Christina is addicted to good coffee, expensive chocolate and bad boy heroes. She writes on the sizzling side of naughty, and loves bringing her tough biker heroes to their knees (her heroines enjoy this, too ☺).
Christina is also owned by three gorgeous cats who are convinced the universe revolves around their needs. They are not wrong.
I pull her close, and she winds her arms around me, which makes me almost forget what I was about to say. “What you see is what you get with me.”
“Hmm,” she says as though she doesn’t believe a word. “Big, bad, tough guy on the outside. That’s okay, your secret’s safe with me.”
I snort with laughter. “No secret, Grace.” I like saying her name. “That’s me, inside and out.”
“If you say so.”
“When I get you home, I’ll prove it to you.”
“Do you live far from here?”
With my arm still wrapped around her, I once again make for the door. “Nah. Just a couple of blocks. Won’t take long.”
“Can we pick my luggage up first?”
I pause, hand on doorknob. “Luggage?”
“Yes. From my car. You know, toothbrush and…stuff.” Her cheeks are pink and she gives a little shrug. “If I’m staying the night I need my things.”
“Sure.” My mind fills with the happy vision of Grace in my shower. I pull open the door, keen to get home and put that particular fantasy into action.
Tension vibrates from her as we walk back into the bar. I swagger across the room, ignoring the glances from my brothers and friends, and they soon get the message. Instead of catcalls and jeers, they go back to their business, and Grace gives a relieved sigh as the door swings shut behind us.
“At least it’s stopped raining.” She lowers her umbrella. “That’s my car, over there.”
I glance across the street and there’s no mistaking which car she’s talking about. It’s a silver Mercedes coupe, and if I don’t warn my brothers the car’s off-limits, it’ll be picked clean by morning.
She opens the trunk and takes out an overnight case, then looks at me expectantly, as though she’s waiting for me to haul out the massive case that takes up the entire space. Is she leaving home or going on vacation?
It’s none of my business, and I don’t know why the question even enters my head.
“You need all this shit for one night?”
“No, but I need a change of clothes.” She frowns as though something’s just occurred to her. “Oh, you mean we’re walking to your house? I thought you’d have your car here. It doesn’t matter, I can make do.”
She goes to shut the trunk, and I hold it open. “I don’t have a car.” Seriously, is she really that clueless? Her surprised glance tells me that yeah, she really is. I haul her case out and slam the trunk.
“There’s really no need.” She waves a finger at her case. “I don’t expect you to carry it along the street. It’s too heavy.”
“The hell it is.” Even if the damn thing were full of bricks I wouldn’t back down now. “You better have some killer underwear in here as payback.”