I don’t fuck girls who work for me, but as soon as Amelia turns those big green eyes on me I know she’s trouble. I can’t keep my hands off her, and the almost-but-not-quite-sex we share in the kitchen is the hottest thing I’ve ever had. Except she calls it quits, before we’ve even started.
Instead of moving on, she’s all I can think about and that’s bad news. I’m breaking all my rules for her, and don’t even care.
Until I find out who she is and what she really wants. She’s after payback, but there’s no way she’s going to get it. No way in hell…
Amelia is out for vengeance. Her chosen weapon is her mouth, used to brand information that should for sure put the Bastards (Viking, that is) responsible for her dad’s death away for a long time. Thanks to her father’s brother (by association of the MC), she was finally getting justice.
Gage doesn’t shit in his own backyard. No way he’d want to have to deal with that mess. He has a bar to run; but when he gets a look at Amelia, he knows he’ll have trouble following his own rules. Good thing for him he’s the boss.
In this 2nd to the Viking Bastards series (after Hooked, which I loved), Phillips has continued her gift of packing a lot in a few pages. This is no novella, but it is short, sensual, and full of fire. The brutality of MC life is hinted at, without taking the spotlight. Gage is rough, but has a sweet side, despite his protests to the contrary. I like Amelia’s strength. She understands what he is, and what a life with him could entail; but she explores her wild side anyway. Although the decision can be considered questionable, its also admirable.
The relationship starts out being based on sex. They quickly connect to one another, but under the surface, they genuinely like each other. The flames do fly high when it comes to sex, but Phillips has a way of making the kink seems like something special, even before it is. Weird, but true. Sort of like a right of passage to the heart.
I was glad to get a bit of Zach (and Grace was mentioned). I wished there had been a little more relationship development for Gage and Amelia – don’t get me wrong, I like them both. However, their relationship wasn’t as…well…developed as well as Zach and Grace’s.
I do love Phillips writing style. The dialogue is my favorite part. Raw, real, and to the point. Just like life.
Rating system: Cups of Coffee (the less the better)
0: You won’t need any coffee to stay up for this one. It’s intriguing enough all on its own.
1: You’ll stay up late, but not all night. Brew one cup.
2: You’ll read as long as you’re not tired. If you are, two cups should do the trick.
3: I hope you got plenty of rest; you’ll need it, or at least 3 cups.
4: If the cable goes out, read the book. It’s better than nothing, I guess. Oh, don’t forget your brew!
5: Find anything else to do- it doesn’t matter what it is. Don’t waste your coffee. Too much caffeine is bad for you.
My rating: 1 cup of coffee
Christina Phillips 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 ☺)
She is also owned by three gorgeous cats who are convinced the universe revolves around their needs. They are not wrong.
We sit in the back row, and as far as I know that’s for one reason only. The place is half empty, and it’d be too easy to slide my hand under her sweater and play with her gorgeous tits. My dick stirs and I grit my teeth. It can’t be good that I have a permanent hard-on whenever she’s near me.
I watch her from the corner of my eye as she digs into her popcorn. The lights dim and it’s real hard not to sling my arm around her shoulders, but I have the weird feeling she expects me to—just to prove that I can’t keep my word.
She’s only a chick, and the only time my word is everything is when it comes to my brothers. If Amelia wasn’t interested, she wouldn’t be here with me now. We can spend the next ninety minutes making out like a couple of horny teens, and I won’t think any less of myself for breaking my word.
Or I can be a fucking martyr and call her bluff.
When the movie starts, she wriggles in her seat and rests her arm next to mine on the armrest. Is she doing it on purpose? We’re barely touching but it’s like an electric charge zaps through my body.
This is going to be the longest ninety minutes of my life.
When we finally leave the movies it’s late afternoon and dark, which is a relief. Not that I’d expect to see any of my brothers hanging around, but I guess I’m paranoid. As we reach the bike, Amelia bumps her shoulder against my arm.
“You didn’t fall asleep. I’m impressed.”
I shrug. “I’ve seen worse.” No way will I admit the movie wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought it was going to be. It’s still way too early to take her to a club, but I’m in no hurry to let her go, even if she isn’t going to put out at the end of the night. Guess we could get something to eat.
Before I can figure out whether I’m ready to ask her that, because movies and eating out in one evening is kind of full-on, she takes the helmet and hugs it, like it’s a shield.
“Well, thanks for inviting me. Can you take me back to my car now?”
What the fuck? Is that it?
“Sure.” I’m pissed off and don’t know why. I’ve had some shit ideas in the past, but taking Amelia out has got to be one of the worst. If this is dating, then they can keep it and I’ll stick to my easy no-need-to-think-about-it hookups.
“Only, I need to get home and freshen up before my shift starts at Odin’s.” She pauses for a couple of seconds, as if she’s letting that sink in. Christ, I’ll never understand how chicks’ minds work. “That’s if the offer’s still open?”