Can a rule-breaking biker and a straight-laced lawyer find true love?
When criminal defense attorney, Addison Pierce, has bullets flying at her head, the only person she can turn to is Mason Vaughn, President of the Wicked Angels Motorcycle Club. As her client, he vowed to protect her from any repercussions of taking on his case. However, as much as Addison needs protection from Mason’s known enemies, she doesn’t need a complication like Mason in her life.
As she delves into the world of motorcycle clubs, she struggles with the ethics of her professional relationship with Mason turning into a more personal one. Mason’s world includes motorcycles, sex and the ever-present, law-defying anarchy known within his club. Addison stands against most of Mason’s tactics for keeping her safe, but starts to question her own feelings for him.
Can a biker and a lawyer find true love amongst the chaos found in this rebellious world?
Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of violence, murder and dubious consent.
Yes, it’s another biker book. I find myself reading a lot of these and one can tend to run into another where I find myself saying “Which book was that?” This wasn’t a bad book, it kept my interest, but I have to admit it didn’t really define itself as a standout in this very popular genre.
Addison was the defense attorney for Mason, the President of the Wicked Angel MC. He served six months in prison. Now he’s out and Addison is finding herself in a bit of a pickle and seeks him out in order to get protection. What she didn’t count on was developing feelings for this rough and tumble man. She’s a prim and proper rule follower, but
she’s finding that she has to break the rules, and venture out of her comfort zone in order to stay alive.
I will say that I really liked Addison. She was sweet and smart and fit into the biker world as I think I probably would, sticking out like a sore thumb. Mason is your everyday hot alpha biker. The one thing I did really like about him was
that he was not shy of his feelings. He treated Addison as someone who he loved, and handled her with care. I love it when alpha’s do that. Mason definitely passed my alpha test.
The plot of this book was exciting, but I can’t say it was all that original either. I did, however, enjoy the interactions between Mason and Addison. Plus, it was written pretty well and that is always an important factor in my critique of a book. As well as the sex scenes, since I’m the pervy contingent of the Reviewers (represent!), and it delivered in that department as well.
Overall, I did enjoy this book. It was entertaining, sexy and full of action. 4 stars.
“Nice place,” she said, finding her voice. “Is this where you woo your women?”
He smiled. “No wooing of women here.”
“No, you just hike their skirts up and nearly flash all your goons in the parking lot of a shot-up attorney’s office.”
He climbed off and held his hand out for her. She took it, trying to figure out how to get off the damn motorcycle gracefully. She thought about asking him to turn around, but he looked pretty damn entertained by her predicament. The bike, by nature, forced her legs apart and he made no notion of glancing anywhere but her crotch. She gave up and slung her leg over, ripping her skirt.
“God, I hate motorcycles.” She said it even though she knew she was a liar. She stood on the hard ground and pulled her skirt down the best she could. The tear went up nearly two inches from her crotch not giving her much modesty. She grabbed her shoes and purse from the panniers.
“Really? You didn’t seem to hate it too much on the ride here.” He licked his lips. “You were humping my back the entire way.”
She met his eyes. God, she did practically hump his back. He pulled her against him and she barely had time or room to move away. Then she tried to keep from rubbing against the seat and that only meant it rubbed against Mason. She put on her poker face. “I am not wet. And I was not humping your back. I’m in a skirt. Do you know what it’s like to be in a skirt on a motorcycle? No, I didn’t think so.”
He tried to hide a smile and lost. “Then I guess you’re glad you’re wearing panties.”
She scoffed. “Asshole.”
He kept his eyes on her almost to the point it became uncomfortable. She stuffed her feet in the tight Louboutins. “I don’t have any clothes.”
“You won’t need them.”
Lexie’s love for writing began when she wrote her first play in fourth grade. With a big imagination and love for creating worlds, she wrote several more scripts that have placed first in contests. She loves to read but didn’t pick up a romance novel until high school and fell in love with the genre. Now she writes steamy stories, with heartfelt characters, letting her imagination take her wherever it may go.