TITLE
– Love Ties
SERIES
– Club Ties
AUTHOR
– Em Petrova
GENRE
– contemporary erotic romance
PUBLICATION
DATE – July 3, 2014
LENGTH
(Pages/# Words) - 84000 words
PUBLISHER
– Taliesin Publishing
BOOK
SYNOPSIS
You
can take the motorcycle chick out of the club, but she’ll always
come back.
When
her momma saddled her with a name like Ever, she didn’t have a
prayer of a normal life. Mix in a motorcycle club and a lot of rough
adoptive fathers, and Ever is raised not to take any flack. Five
years ago she battled her way out of the Life, got a degree and a
good job. The only thing that would bring her back to Heller’s Gap
and within range of her ex is revenge.
Jamison’s
motorcycle club doesn’t live, breathe, and ride for drugs and guns,
unless they’re fighting to uncover the roots of the crimes. After
years of watching his friends and loved ones die, Jamison’s only
desire is to stop more of the trade from coming into Heller’s Gap.
At least until he gets an eye—and hand—full of the redheaded
vixen, Ever.
In
spite of the world she hates, Ever can’t stay away from the god
dressed in black leather. When he discovers she’s practically MC
royalty, and that she’s being hunted by her ex and his gang,
Jamison’s instincts to protect rev to new speeds. He’d do just
about anything to keep her, even help her get the revenge she
craves…if it doesn’t break him first.
BUY
& TBR LINKS
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Taliesin
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http://www.taliesinpublishing.com/love-ties-p61.php
EXCERPT
The
instant he walked into The Gearhead bar, she knew it. Chatter
stuttered to a stop, and the cover band seemed to trip on the beat.
Without looking over her shoulder, Ever felt Jamison’s heavy stare.
A
shiver raced down her spine, but she managed to keep from contorting
into a strange shape on the barstool. Jamison Montgomery. Hell, even
his name had serious swagger.
Gripping
her glass, she stared at the green contents. Sex with an Alligator
was her drink of choice, which had amused the hell out of Jamison
from the very beginning. Ever hitched her boot heel on the stool rung
and tried not to squirm.
From
the corner of her eye she glimpsed the man who stopped every lady—and
quite a few men—in their tracks. Six-foot-two with a chiseled chest
that served as a fine pillow. Not that she’d admit it to anyone.
The
pretty bartender leaned across the polished surface. “Wow, look at
him. I bet a girl could ride him to Sturgis and back.”
As
if she didn’t know exactly who the brunette referred to, Ever
glanced around. And instantly regretted it.
Jamison’s
deep hazel gaze latched onto her like a motorhead attached himself to
a restored Harley. Ever’s skin broke out in goose bumps at the
sight of the same five o’clock shadow that had burned her skin so
deliciously not twelve hours ago.
She
clenched her knees together and took a slug of the green drink that
tasted like a sour apple hard candy.
“Do
you know who that is?” the bartender asked.
Barely
turning her head, Ever tried not to let him catch her gaze again, but
damn if he wasn’t a professional at it. She let him consume her
with his eyes a heartbeat too long. Then shaking her head, she
dragged her gaze away from his ruggedly beautiful face and tried to
play it cool. “Just some dirtbag.”
Her
drawl was Deep South even to her own ears—something Jamison had
commented on. That and her name. There weren’t a lot of girls named
Ever on the big blue ball they called Earth. When explaining her
name, she always claimed her mother had named her this, because given
a choice, she’d never, ever get pregnant again.
Three
stools down, the scrape of metal legs on the dusty wood floor made
Ever’s skin prickle. Anything the man touched or looked at turned
her into runny grits. The bartender smoothed her hands over her
perfectly trim hips before bouncing down to take his order.
“What
can I get ya tonight, loverboy?”
“Double
of Jack.” When he spoke, his gritty tone ignited Ever. Too well she
recalled him calling her baby in the same voice, sounding as if he’d
swallowed gaskets and chased them with moonshine.
Ever’s
fists clenched with fresh need.
She’d
regretted coming back to this Podunk town where she’d spent too
many years as someone’s wife. Then the purdiest man in the state of
Alabama had wandered through the door.
Too
bad he was not a cowboy. Or a banker. A post office worker. Hell,
she’d prefer a sewer employee over another man wearing leather and
sporting too much horsepower.
She
shifted in her seat, aware of Jamison’s gaze. She didn’t dare
turn her head because her face would light up like the Fourth of
July. With a complexion like hers, she had little control over her
blushes.
Last
night Jamison kissed her heated cheeks and rumbled a laugh. “You
match your hair,” he’d said.
“I’ve
gotta use the lady’s room. Save my drink.” Ever’s mutter to the
waitress didn’t go unnoticed by Mr. Tight Jeans. She didn’t get
halfway down the corridor leading to the restrooms when leather and
earthy aftershave overwhelmed her.
He
grabbed her elbow and whirled her. Her back struck the wall, but he
slid a hand behind her in time to cushion the impact. As Jamison
leaned in, breath minty and lips inviting as hell, she panted for
control.
“Just
some dirtbag, huh?”
He
was dressed to kill in those dark jeans, his motorcycle club T-shirt,
and a black leather vest that fitted to every muscled inch of his
torso. Ever’s knees sagged, and he trapped her more firmly against
the wall.
Dipping
his head, he nuzzled her throat. She sucked in a harsh breath and
fought the urge to twist her fingers into his leather cut and yank
him down. The memory of those heated lips gliding over her flesh was
almost too much to bear.
“Was
I just some dirtbag to you last night?”
“Y-yes.”
Her whisper was a lie, and they both knew it. God, how was she going
to continue to resist this man? Every nerve ending in her body begged
for his callused touch. But no, she had too much to lose.
Going
back to the Life wasn’t an option. She’d busted her ass to break
free of the world of guns, drugs, and anything on two wheels.
In
the background the band struck a new song, the drummer a little too
enthusiastic. Heller’s Gap had never been known for its musical
talent, but someone had to keep couples revolving on The Gearhead’s
dance floor.
What
the hell had she been thinking to even come into a biker bar? Old
habits would kill her in the end.
Review by Guest Blogger Angela:
I've
read a few motorcycle club books, and I've generally liked them. Love
Ties was no exception. Ever Palen has returned to Alabama in order to
infiltrate her old MC club, the Raiders, and find/get revenge upon the
person who was responsible for her mother's death. Good starter, right?
And then, in walks Jamison, VP of Hell's Sons, and aforementioned
tattooed god in a cut. They meet and can not seem to stay away from each
other even though they know it would be better for them both if they
could.
Oh,
Jamison. I could easily say he's on my list of book boyfriends that I'd
read about all over again. He's hard. He's loyal. He's respectable.
He's all alpha on the outside, and even a little alpha on the inside!
When he has sex he likes it a little on the rougher side, and I'd have
no problem with that - and neither does Ever!
Unbeknownst
to anyone, Ever is MC royalty and knows the life Jamison leads... and
she tries her hardest to run away from that instead of seeing J for what
he really is. Fortunately, she is unable to deny him anything. Hell, I
probably wouldn't deny him either - he's just that good! Uhm, tattooed
god in a cut! Yes, please!
There
are a lot of things that I would never have expected to happen in this
book, and that's a good thing! When Jamison is confronted with Ever's
ex, also a MC Vice-President..... Oh, and when she finds that note....
and him behind a locked door... 'Cause yeah, I would have been pissed
too!
AUTHOR
BIO
Em
Petrova lives in Backwoods, Pennsylvania, where she raises 4 kids and
a Labradoodle named Daisy Hasselhoff. Her heroes are hardworking
heroes--in bed and out--and she is known for panty-scorching erotic
romance.
Em Petrova's Top Ten Vacation Spots
Disneyworld is a top pick. The only
place you can wear mouse ears and still feel normal.
My
dream is to have an old pickup to drive all over the country and meet
small-town people. Here are a few places I’d love to see:
Texas
(anywhere my friends are, and bring on the cowboys!)
New Orleans
Wyoming
Plantation homes
Old cemeteries
Rodeos
Back roads
FOLLOW
LINKS
Amazon
Author Page –
http://www.amazon.com/Em-Petrova/e/B005D0EXCI/
Website/Blog
– http://empetrova.com
Hard
Working Heroes –
http://hardworkingheroes.wordpress.com
Facebook
– https://www.facebook.com/empetrovahardworkingheroes
Twitter
– http://www.twitter.com/empetrova
Wild
& Wicked Cowboys –
http://wildandwickedcowboys.wordpress.com
69
Shades of Smut – http://69shadesofsmut.wordpress.com
Goodreads
– https://www.goodreads.com/EmPetrova
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