Anyone LOVE reading about an all-consuming, tough, take-no-prisoners BIKER?!

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Just me?

I’ve been an avid reader for as long as I can remember. As I got older, my tastes branched out and I discovered SO MANY new types of stories and characters. One of my favorite characters are bikers. Why? These men are tough, protective, loyal, often possessive, and will go to the ends of the earth to ensure those close to them breathe easy. My love began with Tack, (Motorcycle Man by Kristen Ashley) and has since taken me down a path to discover authors like Melissa Foster, Giana Darling, Lani Lynn Vale, Tillie Cole, MN Forgy, River Savage, and my featured author for this post …. you’ll find out soon 😉


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May is Motorcycle Safety Awareness Month and to spread a little awareness, we want to celebrate our favorite Motorcycle Romances! As the weather warms up we see more bikers on the road, so what better way to remind ourselves to be on the lookout than to celebrate our favorite Motorcycle Club Romances!

This tour is being organized by these masterminds: Amy from Foxy Blog, Angy from Collector of Book Boyfriends and Nissa Of Pens and Pages!

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Let me tell you about the book I chose to share with you:

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Monroe Lee is a handful.
She fights me, challenges me and tries to resist me.

Where I’m jagged, she’s smooth.
Where I’m dark, she’s pure.
Where I’m broken, she’s whole.

I am not a good man.
I’ve hurt everyone I’ve ever loved.
I should walk away before I ruin her too.

But fuck, we are fire together.
And I’ve been out in the cold too long.

At a time when everything is falling down around me, she might just be my saviour.

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hyde 1.jpgMy love for this book is two-fold. Hyde is obviously the focus here, but Monroe is my GIRL! I have been rooting for her through the ENTIRE Sydney Storm series. This woman is strong, independent, SASSY (yes, it deserves all caps), and one of my favorite female characters! She wanted a man who would challenge her, exuded manliness, and had some … specific attributes. Although I love this entire series, there was something about this book that grabbed me. Hyde was more than I expected, Monroe was more than I expected, and how their story played out … well, I’m sure you guessed what’s coming next.

If you’d like a little more insight –> Hyde’s Absolution Reviewhyde 3

You’ll LOVE Hyde.

Right now he’s available exclusively on Amazon & is a part of the Kindle Unlimited program, as is the rest of the Sydney Storm MC crew!

 


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From Nina: This is one of my favourite parts from Hyde’s book because it’s a scene where Hyde shows some vulnerability after Monroe pushes him for it. He’s been closed off to love and to people for so long. He needed a woman like Monroe who is the complete opposite to him to help guide him through the beginning of their relationship. As she says in this scene, she loves big, and I feel Hyde wouldn’t have found his way into a relationship with anyone who didn’t know how to love big, because he needed that push from her in order to open up. Later in this chapter, she tells him “I can love you if you’ll let me” and that was another key thing for these two – she had to be able to break his walls down and he had to allow that. I love, like LOVE, writing books with these tortured alphas who need the right woman to bring them to their knees. Don’t get me wrong, I love writing stories with an alpha who breaks down a woman’s walls, but there’s just something about writing the opposite that I think maybe I love a little bit more. It probably has a lot to do with the fact I prefer to write women who are pretty alpha themselves. I like my girls to have inner strength, confidence, intelligence and kindness. However, I also like them to find a man who quiets the doubts all women have over themselves, because even while we can be strong, we all have those little doubts at the back of our minds. It’s real life. And it’s one of the things I absolutely love about Monroe and Hyde. She is super confident, but when she finds him, he helps add to that confidence. And she loves him so big that he finds a way to be the man he always should have been.

Excerpt:

I didn’t hear from Hyde all day. It was almost 10:00 p.m. with still no word. I’d texted him around five to see if he had time to chat, but he hadn’t replied. I had then spent the last few hours worried about him. Tatum said something the other day about Nitro wanting her to lay low due to club stuff going on, so I was concerned for his safety. Kinda crazy, knowing that Hyde was more than capable of looking after himself, but you never knew what could happen when someone pulled a gun or some other weapon.

I was about to go to bed when he finally showed up. Yanking the door open, I found him on my doorstep looking anything but okay. Dishevelled accurately described him, from his hair to his clothes to his body language. And he watched me with haunted eyes, causing my worry for him to shoot even higher.

I reached for him. “What’s going on?”

He didn’t answer me. Instead, he stepped inside, shutting the door with his boot, and pushed me up against the wall. His hands were under the baby-doll I wore within seconds, and a deeply satisfied growl came from him when he cupped my breasts.

I pushed against his chest in an effort to stop him, but I had no shot at that. Hyde was on a mission.

He lifted me so he could carry me into my bedroom. I took the opportunity to ask again, “Hyde, what’s going on? You look like shit, and I’m worried about you.”

Another growl from him. “Only thing you need to be worried about, sugar, is opening those legs of yours and letting me fuck you.”

I was all for sex; he knew that. But I was more for him sharing his load. That didn’t have to mean dumping all his problems out in the open, but what I was looking for was some back and forth. If this relationship was going to go anywhere, I wanted us to know we could come home at the end of the day and find some comfort there.

When we reached my bedroom and he deposited me on the floor, I forcefully stopped him from getting his hands all over me again. “The only way you’re getting fucked tonight is if you stop for a minute and tell me how you are. I’m not looking for details. I just want you to talk to me and share yourself with me.”

His face darkened. “It’s been a long fucking day. You want me to share the shit I’ve got going on in my head?”

“Yes.”

He shook his head. “No, you don’t. If you knew what was in my head, you’d run a fucking mile, Roe.”

“You need to give me a little more credit, Hyde. I may not know exactly what you do when you’re out on club work, but I figure it’s not rainbows and unicorn type shit. I can see you struggling. Between dealing with your daughter, your ex, and your club, you’ve got a lot going on. You don’t have to carry that all by yourself.”

Silence filled the room while he processed that. This relationship was so new that I had no grasp on what he thought. Not when it came to this kind of stuff. So my veins buzzed with a little apprehension as I wondered what he would say or do next.

“I’ve been a shitty father. My kid hasn’t seen me since she was two. I left her mother and never went back until recently. That enough to make you think twice about me?” It was like he was trying to provoke me. Trying to throw bad shit about himself at me in an effort to push me away.

I moved so my body was flush against his, and I gripped his waist. “You’ve already told me you aren’t perfect, so no that doesn’t make me think twice about you. I’ve seen you with Charlie, and I think you’re working hard to make things right.”

He hissed, and his muscles under my hand tensed. Curving his hand around my neck, he held me, his fingers digging in to my skin. The small amount of pain that caused coiled desire through me. God, I wanted this man, even if he was a fucked-up mess. “I hurt people, Roe. I fucking inflict pain on them until they give me what I want. I am not a good man,” he said through gritted teeth. His fingers pressed harder into my skin, and I decided right then that I was going to hell, because this only heightened my want for him.

“You don’t hurt people you love.”

“I have.”

That should have stopped me, but it didn’t. “Who?”

He dropped his head and swore sharply, “Fucking hell.” Looking back at me, he yelled, “Everyone! I’ve fucking hurt everyone I’ve ever loved!”

I flinched when he yelled, but at least I’d managed to provoke some emotion from him. Up until then, he’d been holding it back even though I sensed it lurking. The room vibrated with his anger. It snaked around us, a menacing evil that threatened to rip us apart. But I refused to let it.

I pushed him and slapped his chest in my frustration. “Why are you doing this? Why are you trying to push me away?”

I hated that he was so hard on himself. The Hyde I knew wasn’t a bad person. Why couldn’t he see what I saw? Why didn’t he know that everyone hurt those they loved?

His hand snapped around my wrist as he snarled, “I’m doing what you asked, red. I’m sharing myself with you.”

“No! This isn’t sharing. This is you trying to show me all your bad parts at once. That’s not how relationships are built.”

He yanked my wrist closer to his body while still gripping my neck hard. “This is me showing you what you’re getting yourself into,” he barked. “Now’s the time to walk if you don’t think you can handle it.”

My own anger flared. Why was he trying to ruin this before it even got started? I pulled my wrist out of his hold and pushed him again. Harder this time so that he stumbled backwards. “What else have you got for me, then? Tell me your worst, and we’ll see if I stay,” I yelled.

His nostrils flared and his eyes flashed with fury. Before I knew what was happening, he had me around the waist and off my feet while he carried me to the bed. Dumping me on my back, he straddled me, hands pinned either side of my body. He stared down at me with the same level of frustration I felt towards him.

“You’re playing with fucking fire, Monroe. I’m trying to tell you that I will hurt you. I will fuck with you. I will fucking rip your heart out and smash it to pieces. And you’re not fucking listening. But you need to know that’s what I do. I’m a fucking monster.” His chest pumped furiously as he struggled for breath while spewing his toxic words all over the place.

Rage and passion collided in the room around us as we both fought for what we wanted. He wanted me gone; wanted to save me from himself. I wanted him to understand I didn’t love small. When I let him in my life, I chose to accept all the parts of him and to love them equally. And I loved big as fuck. He couldn’t escape it.

I clutched his shirt. “You are not a monster. And I’m not fucking going anywhere. Go ahead, hurt me, fuck with me and rip my heart out. That’s what love is, Hyde. It’s the good with the bad. I can take it. But you better be ready for me to fuck you up, too. Because that’s love. The give and take is where the magic is. I want to bleed with you and cry with you and be slayed with you. And then I want to laugh with you and build a future with you and get wet in my shower with you. You made me fall for you. Now you can man the fuck up and show me why I made the right decision.”

 


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