| Series: | Chaos #4.5 |
| Pub. Date: | Feb. 13, 2018 |
| Publisher: | 1,001 Dark Nights |
| Length: | 273 pgs |
| Source: | InkSlingrPR |
Rough Ride is the
latest book in Kristen Ashley’s Chaos
series, and you definitely don’t want to skip this novella in the course of your reading.
If you have been following the series, you may remember
Rosalie from early on, as the ex-girlfriend that Shy scraped off when he
got with Tabby. Hurt and looking for her slice of happy, Rosie got involved
with another motorcycle club, Bounty, through her new man, Throttle. Only
Bounty is not on the right side of right like Chaos, and they have gotten
embroiled in crazy ol’ Benito Valenzuela’s crime syndicate. In an effort to get
her man free and clear of the mess, Rosie began informing on the club to Chaos.
As you can imagine, things did not go well for Rosie when Bounty discovered her
perfidy. On the mend and vowing off men, Rosie is not ready for the whirlwind
of the Chaos family. I liked Rosie and what we learned of her character. This
was a short novella so there was not a ton of character development, but I
liked what I did see. She was loyal to her family and had good role models in
her parents. It seems like Rosie’s dad was something special, and she was
looking for a man to follow in the same footsteps. Like many of us, Rosie made
some wrong choices, but she recognized the good when it was finally in front of
her. I was glad that she didn’t try overhard to push it away, and was brave
enough to accept what Chaos and our hero were offering.
Everett “Snapper” Kincaid seems to be somewhat of an
anomaly among the Chaos crew. He is a quiet brother that likes his solitude…
but that doesn’t mean he has to be alone. I loved that he was a reader (with a shout out to Steve Berry), and that he and Rosie were happy secluded in their
carriage house with a good book. While all of Kristen Ashley’s men have been
alphas, I think Snapper is lower on the scale of hot guy alpha behavior. He has
a quiet strength but it wasn’t all caveman in your face like some of the other
guys (not that there is anything wrong with that). I was happy that Snapper was
finally getting his shot at Rosie, as it seems he has been waiting for an “in”
for a long time. And I was equally happy that Rosie opened up enough to allow
him the opportunity.
So this being a novella, things moved along at a fast clip.
I would have loved more time to get to know Snapper and Rosie, but I think we
will be seeing more of them in future books so I won’t complain to much. The
ending of this story absolutely killed me and I may have yelled a little as I
woke up the guy sitting next to me on the airplane. Oops. I apologized and
blamed Kristen Ashley. 😉 I think all my fellow die hard KA fans will
understand when they get to those last two words… The End.
I voluntarily read and reviewed an advanced copy of this
book that I received from the author through Inkslingr PR.
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About the Author
Kristen Ashley was born in Gary, Indiana, USA and nearly killed her mother and herself making it into the world, seeing as she had the umbilical cord wrapped around her neck (already attempting to accessorize and she hadn't taken her first breath!). Her mother said they took Kristen away, put her Mom back in her room, her mother looked out the window, and Gary was on fire (Dr. King had been assassinated four days before). Kristen's Mom remembered thinking it was the end of the world. Quite the dramatic beginning.
Nothing's changed.
Kristen grew up in Brownsburg, Indiana and has lived in Denver, Colorado and the West Country of England. Thus, she's blessed to have friends and family around the globe. Her family was (is) loopy (to say the least) but loopy is good when you want to write. They all lived together on a very small farm in a small farm town in the heartland. She grew up with Glenn Miller, The Everly Brothers, REO Speedwagon and Whitesnake (and the wardrobes that matched).
Needless to say, growing up in a house full of music, clothes and love was a good way to grow up.
And as she keeps growing, it keeps getting better.
Excerpt
He spit on me.
I felt it land on the side of my chin and slide down.
I didn’t move to wipe it away.
I couldn’t.
Lying on my side, curled into a ball, the pain screamed through me. All of it—and there was a lot of it—demanding attention, I couldn’t concentrate, couldn’t think, couldn’t move in case it got worse. I couldn’t do anything but lie there and pray that it was over.
It wasn’t.
He bent over me, grabbed my hair, yanked it back, and I felt his hot breath hit my face.
“See if he wants you now, you stupid bitch,” he hissed.
He let my hair go and I felt him retreat, but he still wasn’t done.
He kicked me so hard with his foot in its heavy motorcycle boot, my body slid across the cement.
I was too far gone even to grunt.
I felt something bounce off my hip, clatter to the floor, and then his voice came back, this time from further away.
“There you go, baby,” he drawled. “Your line to Chaos. We’re done with you. I’m done with you. Now they can have you.”
I heard boots on cement, more than just his, his Bounty brothers in the club. I sustained a couple more kicks as they passed. One of them grabbed the underside of my jaw and shoved my head back into the cement, also spitting, his hitting my neck.
And then they were gone.
I lay there, my focus on breathing and continuing to do it even though each breath was not only an effort but an agony. The fear I’d felt early when he took me, how he’d taken me, the way he’d handled me and I knew he’d figured it out, had dissipated as pain took its place. Now, the fear was returning that they’d come back and dish out more.
He’d come back.
Throttle.
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