I am a huge fan of Nina's and couldn't wait to read Nitro's story. I fell head over heart for this delicious biker man. He is a strong man, but has this huge capacity for love and loyalty. There are no games with this man. He means what he says even the magnificent naughty that comes out of his mouth. I loved him with Tatum. Tatum was fantastic for him. She is badass with a big heart. She has been through so much, but fights with all of that heart. Loved that about her. And damn the girl can naughty talk just as well as Nitro. Scorching hot. Loved their story.
I give Nitro's Torment 5 hearts!
I give Nitro's Torment 5 hearts!
About the Book
ENEMIES TO LOVERS BIKER ROMANCE.
Tatum Lee is a pain in my ass. She’s stubborn, full of attitude, and she doesn’t like to do what she’s told. And yet, at a time when I should be focusing on the war my club is at, she consumes my mind because she’s also fearless and fierce, and I’ve never met a woman like her. The thing about war, though, is the minute you let your focus drop, your enemy rises up and attacks. And sometimes they bring you to your knees in ways you never imagined. The other thing about war? You learn just what you’re capable of doing to protect those you love.
I sat next to him. I wasn’t sure why except that for the first time since I’d met him, he seemed like he needed someone. Even if it was just to sit with him. I stole a glance at his face. It was hard to find skin under all the dried blood. “I take it the other guy lost.” He held my gaze for a long time before answering me. God, how I wondered what thoughts ran through Nitro’s mind. It felt like he either ran from them or got lost in them, but I wasn’t convinced he was often comfortable with them. Something we had in common. “That depends on your definition of winning.” I didn’t need him to spell it out for me. And I didn’t push him for more. Instead, I walked into the bathroom. Locating a clean washer in the drawer, I wet it and walked back out to him. Standing in between his legs, I began the task of cleaning up his face. This was something I knew well. My brother had often turned up on my doorstep in this state. Caring for him had always been my responsibility. How could it not be when his journey in life had been dictated by my own? Nitro hissed when I accidentally pressed too hard on his cheek. His hand landed on mine and he halted my progress. “I can do this myself.” I pulled my hand away from his face. “Yeah, you can, but I’m doing it, so just let me.” “Always arguing with me,” he murmured, allowing me to go on. I worked in silence and when I’d cleaned the blood from his face, I said, “I’m going to get some ice for your face. Wait here.” I hurried down to the bar because I figured he had work to get back to and no time to waste. Kree loaded me up with ice and a towel to wrap it in. When I arrived back in his room, he was in the shower. He didn’t take longer than a few minutes and when he exited the bathroom wearing only a towel around his waist, I sucked in a breath at the magnificence of his body. Nitro was a powerhouse of hard muscle that went hand-in-hand with his fearless warrior instincts. Standing before me, almost naked, his masculinity caught me off guard and a rush of desire hit me. My thoughts stalled and I momentarily forgot what I was doing. All I could focus on was the throbbing need deep in my core. A new hum filled my entire being, unlike anything I’d ever felt before. Damn. Shit. No. “You got ice?” His deep voice snapped me from my hypnosis. “Ah… yeah,” I mumbled, shoving the towel with the ice in it at him, almost dropping it as I did so. He frowned, his eyes searching mine. “You good, Vegas?” Fuck, no, I wasn’t. I was fucked. Completely. I nodded, swallowing hard. “I’m good.” I was so far from good. I wanted something I didn’t want to want. I wanted him. How the hell did my world turn in such a short space of time? What the fuck triggered that? Because whatever it was, I needed to un-trigger it. He took the ice from me and turned to head back into the bathroom, grabbing clothes on the way. I was helpless to do anything but watch him walk away. My eyes stayed glued to the powerful muscles that built his back. And that ass. God, that ass. Even covered in a towel it was hard not to stare at. I was so engrossed in his back and ass that he caught me off guard again when he dropped the towel and dressed without closing the bathroom door. Fuck it, I was out. I yanked the bedroom door open and left as fast as I could. I needed to find a quiet corner and gather my thoughts. I needed to wipe everything that had just happened from my memory. Somehow, though, I suspected Nitro was not a man to ever be wiped from a woman’s memory.
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A biker torn between loyalty to his club and love for his woman.
Kick Hanson's life follows a dangerous path that leads him to the Storm Motorcycle Club where he spends his days buried deep in a violent and lawless world that is slowly consuming his soul. He fights against bringing the one woman he's ever loved into this world. Until the day he knows he can't live without her. Evie Bishop has always loved Kick but she's done. Even though they've loved each other through both happiness and heartbreak, she believes their chance to be together has long passed. When Kick finally stakes his claim, will Evie relent and give their love another go, or has Kick left it too long to go after the woman who has owned his heart forever?
Relent is the first book in the Sydney Storm MC series. This is a spin off series to the Storm MC series. Readers do not have to read the Storm MC series to read this one. Relent can be read as a stand-alone.
About the Author
Dreamer. Coffee Lover. Gypsy at heart. USA Today Bestselling author who writes about alpha men & the women they love. When I’m not creating with words you will find me planning my next getaway, visiting somewhere new in the world, having a long conversation over coffee and cake with a friend, creating with paper or curled up with a good book and chocolate. I’ve been writing since I was twelve. Weaving words together has always been a form of therapy for me especially during my harder times. These days I’m proud that my words help others just as much as they help me.