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Series: Chaos #5
Also in this series: Ride Steady, Walk Through Fire
Published by Evil Eye Concepts on February 13, 2018
Genres: Romance, Motorcycle
Review Copy Provided By: Author
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From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Kristen Ashley comes a new story in her Chaos series...
Rosalie Holloway put it all on the line for the Chaos Motorcycle Club.
Informing to Chaos on their rival club—her man’s club, Bounty—Rosalie knows the stakes. And she pays them when her man, who she was hoping to scare straight, finds out she’s betrayed him and he delivers her to his brothers to mete out their form of justice.
But really, Rosie has long been denying that, as she drifted away from her Bounty, she’s been falling in love with Everett “Snapper” Kavanagh, a Chaos brother. Snap is the biker-boy-next door with the snowy blue eyes, quiet confidence and sweet disposition who was supposed to keep her safe... and fell down on that job.
For Snapper, it’s always been Rosalie, from the first time he saw her at the Chaos Compound. He’s just been waiting for a clear shot. But he didn’t want to get it after his Rosie was left bleeding, beat down and broken by Bounty on a cement warehouse floor.
With Rosalie a casualty of an ongoing war, Snapper has to guide her to trust him, take a shot with him, build a them...
And fold his woman firmly in the family that is Chaos.
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I was provided a review copy; this did not influence my opinion of the book.
As K.A. series’ go, Chaos is my favorite. (If I’ve said that before about other KA series, I mean it this time!)
‘Rough Ride’ is the novella of Rosalie and Snapper and their story paralleled the events in the Chaos series. I’m afraid to say too much about the plot for fear of spoiling this and previous books. These characters were clearly in love and were filled with passion. Their ride was rough, how they came to be a couple wasn’t easy. But once they were freed from the anguish, and the past, their union was beautiful!
I love Ashley’s bikers. They are bad ass. They are loyal. They are protective. They are sexy. Their women are bad ass. They are independent. They are loving. They are sexy. And when you put those qualities together you get a sizzling romance!
If you haven’t read the books in this series, I think it would be best to read them first. Because even though I have, it was a while ago and I was lost sometimes with events mentioned in this novella. Which means a re-read of this series is in order!
The ending of this book let me with my jaw open. It wasn’t necessarily a cliff-hanger as much as tonic without the gin. And a girl needs her gin! I need the rest of my drink, now!
My dad had been a biker. He was a nomad when it came to that kind of thing (or, really, any kind of thing). He accepted being tied down by his woman and his daughter only, not anything else. Not a job. Not a mortgage. Not a membership to a club. He hung with a lot of them, including Chaos (in fact, Hammer, sadly now deceased, but one of the founding members of Chaos, had been my father’s best friend).
But he’d never hung with Bounty.
“Don’t like the feel of them,” I’d heard him mutter years ago. “If you’re an outlaw, own the outlaw. If you’re not, own that. You can’t wanna be a Gypsy Joker. You either are or you aren’t. They wanna be. But they aren’t. That shit just ain’t right and it could get dangerous.”
He’d been right.
It got dangerous.
I should have known.
I should have followed my dad.
Mom and me had done it all our lives, job to job, house to house, city to city.
Why I stopped…
I knew why I’d stopped.
I’d wanted Shy; Shy, who reminded me of Dad.
And when I couldn’t have him, I’d gone looking.
I’d wanted what my mom had.
I’d wanted that sweetness. That love.
I’d wanted the stability that just seeped down deep into your bones from all that no matter the job changing, the scenery changing, the amount of times you boxed up a house.
Stability had nothing to do with income and locale.
Stability was all in the heart.