Own the Wind (Chaos Series #1)by Kristen Ashley
Too hot to handle . . .
Tabitha Allen grew up in the thick of Chaos-the Chaos Motorcycle Club, that is. Her father is Chaos' leader, and the club has always had her back. But one rider was different from the start. When Tabby was running wild, Shy Cage was there. When tragedy tore her life apart, he helped her piece it back together. And now, Tabby's/b>
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Too hot to handle . . .
Tabitha Allen grew up in the thick of Chaos-the Chaos Motorcycle Club, that is. Her father is Chaos' leader, and the club has always had her back. But one rider was different from the start. When Tabby was running wild, Shy Cage was there. When tragedy tore her life apart, he helped her piece it back together. And now, Tabby's thinking about much more than friendship . . .
Tabby is everything Shy's ever wanted, but everything he thinks he can't have. She's beautiful, smart, and as his friend's daughter, untouchable. Shy never expected more than friendship, so when Tabby indicates she wants more-much more-he feels like the luckiest man alive. But even lucky men can crash and burn . . .
[Kristen] Ashley captivates."Publisher's Weekly"
With Brock's raw side contrasted with Tess's innocence, Wild Man delivers a passionate, opposites-attract romance."Patricia Smith, Booklist"
There is something about them [Ashley's books] that I find crackalicious."
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I felt all of the rushes, the adrenaline surges, the anger spikes... my heart pumping in fury. My eyes tearing up when my heart (I mean... her heart) would break. (On Motorcycle Man)
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Own the Wind
A Chaos Novel
By Kristen Ashley
Grand Central PublishingCopyright © 2013 Kristen Ashley
All rights reserved.
"I Dreamed a Dream"
Three and a half months later ...
His cell rang and Parker "Shy" Cage opened his eyes.
He was on his back in his bed in his room at the Chaos Motorcycle Club's Compound. The lights were still on and he was buried under a small pile of women. One was tucked up against his side, her leg thrown over his thighs, her arm over his middle. The other was upside down, tucked to his other side, her knee in his stomach, her arm over his calves.
Both were naked.
"Shit," he muttered, twisting with difficulty under his fence of limbs. He reached out to his phone.
He checked the display, his brows drew together at the "unknown caller" he saw on the screen as he touched his thumb to it to take the call.
"Yo," he said into the phone.
"Shy?" a woman asked, she sounded weird, far away, quiet.
"You got me," he answered.
He shot to sitting in bed, limbs flying and they weren't his.
"Listen, I'm sorry," her voice caught like she was trying to stop crying or, maybe, hyperventilating, then she whispered, "So, so sorry but I'm in a jam. I think I might even be kinda ... um, in trouble."
"Where are you?" he barked into the phone, rolling over the woman at his side and finding his feet.
"I ... I ... well, I was with this old friend and we were. Damn, um ..." she stammered as Shy balanced the phone between ear and shoulder and tugged on his jeans.
"Babe, where are you?" he repeated.
"In a bathroom," she told him, as he tagged a tee off the floor and straightened, waiting for her to say more.
When she didn't, gently, he prompted, "I kinda need to know where that bathroom is, sugar."
"I, uh ... this guy is ... um, I didn't know it, obviously, but I think he's—" another hitch in her breath before she whispered so low he barely heard "—a bad dude."
He nabbed his boots off the floor and sat on the bed to yank them on with his socks, asking, "Do I need backup?"
"I don't want anyone ..." she paused. "Please, don't tell anyone. Just ... can you please just text me when you're here? I'll stay in the bathroom, put my phone on vibrate so no one will hear, and I'll crawl out the window when you get here."
"Tab, no one is gonna think shit. Just give me the lay of the land. Are you in danger?"
"I'll crawl out the window."
He gentled his voice further and stopped putting on his boots to give her his full attention.
"Tabby, baby, are you in danger?"
"I ... well, I don't know really. There's a lot of drugs and I saw some, well, a lot of guns."
"Address, honey," he urged, and she gave it to him.
Then she said, "Don't tell anyone, please. Just text."
"I'll give you that if you keep me notified and often. Text me. Just an 'I'm okay' every minute or so. I don't get one, I'll know you're not and I'm bringin' in the boys."
"I can do that," she agreed.
"Right, hang tight, I'll be there."
"Uh ... thanks, Shy."
"Anytime, Tab. Yeah?"
He waited, and it felt like years before she whispered, "Yeah."
He disconnected, pulled on his last boot, and stood, tugging on his tee as he turned to his bed. One of the women was up on an elbow and blinking at him. The other was still out.
As he found his knife in the nightstand and shoved the sheath into his belt, he ordered, "Get her ass up. Both of you need to get dressed and get gone." He reached into the nightstand and grabbed his gun, shoving it into the back waistband of his jeans and pulling his tee over it. "You got fifteen minutes to get out. You're not gone by the time I get back, I will not be happy."
"Sure thing, babe," the awake one muttered. She lifted a hand to shove at the hip of her friend.
Slicing a glance through them he knew he was done. Some of the brothers, a lot older than him, enjoyed as much as they could get, however that came, and they didn't limit it to two pieces of ass.
He'd had that ride and often.
It hit him right then it went nowhere.
He'd never, not once, walked up to a woman who looked lost without him and became found the second she saw him. Who leaned into him the minute he touched her. Who made him laugh so hard, his head jerked back with it. Whose mouth he could take and the world melted away for him just as he made that same shit happen for her.
And he would not get that if he kept this shit up.
He jogged through the Compound to his bike and rode with his cell in his hand.
She texted, I'm okay, and Shy took in a calming breath and turned his eyes back to the road.
She texted again. This time, I'm still okay, and, getting closer to her, Shy felt his jaw begin to relax.
A few minutes later she texted again. This time it was I'm still okay but this bathroom is seriously gross.
When Shy got that, after his eyes went back to the road, he was flat-out smiling.
She kept texting her ongoing condition of okay, with a running commentary of how much she disliked her current location, until he was outside the house. He turned off his bike and scanned. Lights on in a front room, another one beaming from a small window at the opposite side at the back. The bathroom.
He bent his head to the phone and texted, Outside, baby.
Seconds later he saw a bare foot coming out the small window and another one, then legs. He kicked down the stand, swung off his bike, and jogged through the dark up the side of the house.
He caught her legs and tugged her out the rest of the way, putting her on her feet.
She tipped her head back to him, her face pale in the dark.
"Thanks," she said softly.
He, unfortunately, did not have all night to look in her shadowed but beautiful face. He had no idea what he was dealing with. He had to get them out of there.
He took her hand and muttered, "Let's go."
She nodded and jogged beside him, her hand in his, her shoes dangling from her other hand. He swung on his bike, she swung on behind him. A child born to the life, she wrapped her arms around him without hesitation.
He felt her tits pressed to his back and closed his eyes.
Then he opened them and asked, "Where you wanna go?"
"I need a drink," she replied.
"Bar or Compound?" he offered, knowing what she'd pick. She never came to the Compound anymore.
"Compound," she surprised him by answering.
Thank Christ he kicked those bitches out. He just hoped they followed orders.
He rode to the Compound, parked outside, and felt the loss when she pulled away and swung off. He lifted a hand to hold her steady as she bent to slide on her heels, then he took her hand and walked her into the Compound.
Luckily, it was deserted. Hopefully, his room was too. He didn't need one of those bitches wandering out and fucking Tab's night even worse.
"Grab a stool, babe. I'll get you a drink," he muttered, shifting her hand and arm out to lead her to the outside of the bar while he moved inside.
Tabby, he noted, took direction. She rounded the curve of the bar and took a stool.
Shy moved around the back of it and asked, "What're you drinking?"
"What gets you drunk the fastest?" she asked back, and he stopped, turned, put his hands on the bar and locked eyes on her.
"What kind of trouble did I pull you out of?" he asked quietly.
"None, now that I'm out that window," she answered quietly.
"You know those people?" he asked.
She shrugged and looked down at her hands on the bar. "An old friend. High school. Just her. The others ..." She trailed off on another shrug.
Shy looked at her hands.
They were visibly shaking.
"Tequila," he stated, and her eyes came to his.
"Gets you drunk fast."
She pressed her lips together and nodded.
He grabbed the bottle and put it in front of her.
She looked down at it then up at him, and her head tipped to the side when he didn't move.
"Glasses?" she prompted.
He tagged the bottle, unscrewed the top, lifted it to his lips and took a pull. When he was done, he dropped his arm and extended it to her.
"You can't get drunk fast, you're fuckin' with glasses," he informed her.
The tip of her tongue came out to wet her upper lip and Jesus, he forgot how cute that was.
Luckily, she took his mind off her tongue when she took the bottle, stared at it a beat then put it to her lips and threw back a slug.
The bottle came down with Tabby spluttering and Shy reached for it.
Through a grin, he advised, "You may be drinking direct, sugar, but you still gotta drink smart."
"Right," she breathed out like her throat was on fire.
He put the bottle to his lips and took another drag before he put it to the bar.
Tabby wrapped her hand around it, lifted it, and sucked some back, but this time she did it smart and her hand with the bottle came down slowly, although she was still breathing kind of heavy.
When she recovered, he leaned into his forearms on the bar and asked softly, "You wanna talk?"
"No," she answered sharply, her eyes narrowing, the sorrow shifting through them slicing through his gut. She lifted the bottle, took another drink before locking her gaze with his. "I don't wanna talk. I don't wanna share my feelings. I don't wanna get it out. I wanna get drunk."
She didn't leave any lines to read through, she said it plain, so he gave her that out.
"Right, so we gonna do that, you sittin' there sluggin' it back and me standin' here watchin' you, or are we gonna do something? Like play pool."
"I rock at pool," she informed him.
"Babe, I'll wipe the floor with you."
"No way," she scoffed.
"Totally," he said through a grin.
"You're so sure, darlin', we'll make it interesting," she offered.
"I'm up for that," he agreed. "I win, you make me cookies. You win, you pick."
He barely finished speaking before she gave him a gift the likes he'd never had in his entire fucking life.
The pale moved out of her features as pink hit her cheeks, life shot into her eyes, making them vibrant, their startling color rocking him to his fucking core before she bested all that shit and burst out laughing.
He had no idea what he did, what he said, but whatever it was, he'd do it and say it over and over until he took his last breath just so he could watch her laugh.
He didn't say a word when her laughter turned to chuckles and continued his silence, his eyes on her.
When she caught him looking at her, she explained, "My cooking, hit and miss. Sometimes, it's brilliant. Sometimes, it's ..." she grinned "... not. Baking is the same. I just can't seem to get the hang of it. I don't even have that"—she lifted up her fingers to do air quotation marks—"signature dish that comes out great every time. I don't know what it is about me. Dad and Rush, even Tyra, they rock in the kitchen. Me, no." She leaned in. "Totally no. So I was laughing because anyone who knows me would not think cookies from me would be a good deal for a bet. Truth is, they could be awesome but they could also seriously suck."
"How 'bout I take my chances?" he suggested.
She shrugged, still grinning. "Your funeral."
Her words made Shy tense, and the pink slid out of her cheeks, the life started seeping out of her eyes.
"Drink," he ordered quickly.
"What?" she whispered, and he reached out and slid the tequila to her.
"Drink. Now. Suck it back, babe. Do it thinkin' what you get if you win."
She nodded, grabbed the bottle, took a slug, and dropped it to the bar with a crash, letting out a totally fucking cute "Ah" before she declared, "You change my oil."
His brows shot up. "That's it?"
"I need my oil changed and it costs, like, thirty dollars. I can buy a lot of stuff with thirty dollars. A lot of stuff I want. I don't want oil. My car does but I don't."
"Tabby, sugar, your dad part-owns the most kick-ass garage this side of the Mississippi and most of the other side, and you're paying for oil changes?"
Her eyes slid away and he knew why.
She was doing it to avoid him. Still.
Serious as shit, this had to stop.
So he was going to stop it.
"We play pool and we get drunk and we enjoy it, that's our plan, so let's get this shit out of the way," he stated. Her eyes slid back to him and he said flat out, "I fucked up. It was huge. It was a long time ago but it marked you. You were right. I was a dick. I made assumptions, they were wrong and I acted on 'em and I shouldn't have and that was more wrong. I wish you would have found the time to get in my face about it years ago so we could have had it out, but that's done. When you did get in my face about it, I should have sorted my shit, found you, and apologized. I didn't do that either. I'd like to know why you dialed my number tonight, but if you don't wanna share that shit, that's cool too. I'll just say, babe, I'm glad you did. You need a safe place just to forget shit and escape, I'll give it to you. Tonight. Tomorrow. Next week. Next month. That safe place is me, Tabby. But I don't want that old shit haunting this. Ghosts haunt until you get rid of them. Let's get rid of that fuckin' ghost and move on so I can beat your ass at pool."
As he spoke, he saw the tears pool in her eyes but he kept going, and when he stopped he didn't move even though it nearly killed him. Not to touch her, even her hand. Not to give her something.
Before he lost the fight to hold back, she whispered, "You are never gonna beat my ass at pool."
That was when he grinned, leaned forward, and wrapped his hand around hers sitting on the bar.
"Get ready to have your ass kicked," he said softly.
"Oil changes for a year," she returned softly.
"You got it but cookies for a year," he shot back.
"Okay, but don't say I didn't warn you," she replied.
He'd eat her cookies, they were brilliant or they sucked. If Tabitha Allen made it, he'd eat anything.
Shy didn't share that.
He gave her hand a squeeze, nabbed the bottle, and took off down the bar toward the cues on the wall.
They were in the dark, in his bed, in his room in the Compound.
Shy was on his back, eyes to the ceiling.
Tabby was three feet away, on her side, her chin was tipped down.
She was obliterated.
Shy wasn't even slightly drunk.
She'd won four games, he'd won five.
Cookies for a year.
Now, he was winning something else, because tequila didn't make Tabitha Allen a happy drunk.
It made her a talkative one.
It also made her get past ugly history and trust him with absolutely everything that mattered right now in her world.
"DOA," she whispered to the bed.
"I know, sugar," he whispered to the ceiling.
"Where did you hear?" she asked.
"Walkin' into the Compound, boys just heard and they were taking off."
"You didn't come to the hospital."
He was surprised she'd noticed.
"No. I wasn't your favorite person. Didn't think I could help. Went up to Tack and Cherry's, helped Sheila with the boys," he told her.
"I know. Ty-Ty told me," she surprised him again by saying. "That was cool of you to do. They're a handful. Sheila tries but the only ones who can really handle them are Dad, Tyra, Rush, Big Petey, and me."
Shy didn't respond.
"So, uh ... thanks," she finished.
"No problem, honey."
She fell silent and Shy gave her that.
She broke it.
"Tyra had to cancel all the wedding plans."
"Yeah?" he asked quietly.
"Yeah," she answered. "Second time she had to do that. That Elliott guy wasn't dead when she had to do it for Lanie, but still. Two times. Two weddings. It isn't worth it. All that planning. All that money ..." she pulled in a shaky breath " ... not worth it. I'm not doing it again. I'm never getting married."
At that, Shy rolled to his side, reached out and found her hand lying on the bed.
He curled his hand around hers, held tight and advised, "Don't say that, baby. You're twenty-two years old. You got your whole life ahead of you."
"So did he."
Fuck, he couldn't argue that.
He pulled their hands up the bed and shifted slightly closer before he said gently, "If he was in this room right now, sugar, right now, he wouldn't want this. He wouldn't want to hear you say that shit. Dig deep, Tabby. What would he want to hear you say?"
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I'm glad that KA tendency to describe rooms, kitchen and clothes in detail were severly edited in this book. But i miss the relationship details that so deepen the emotional level like her previous self published ones. I think that what makes her uniquely KA. Pub company better be careful of editing too much of het story. As her reader i really want those details.
Loved Shy and Tabby, as I knew I would. This book wasn't as exciting as Motorcycle Man, but it was still a great love story. In fact, this was probably one of the most tame books, romantically and adventure-wise for Ashley. I love that we continue to hear about all our favorite characters in each new book, though. And I love each and every bad ass and rock chick and biker babe from all of Ashley's books.
Her heroines might drive me nuts sometimes, but her alpha males NEVER let me down! Can't wait for the rest of this series! And when do we get Elviras story!?!
I loved this story. BUT, lets be real! Any book that brings me back to the Chaos Compound and Tack Allen is going to be a favorite for me. A few more scenes with Tack and Red would have been awesome. I thought that Shy was the perfect biker bad ass for Tabitha. Can't wait for more in this series as well as the finale for the Rock Chicks :)
I have been excitedly waiting for this book to release. I love KA's writing style. She keeps the words and emotions real. I never get bored with her characters and stories. Yeah, some reviewers have shared that this book was perhaps not as exciting as her others, but for me having read all of her previous books based on the characters in Denver it was great having them appear in this story (Elvira, Hawk, Lee, Mitch, Brock, Indy & Tex) even if it was just for a brief scene. I LOVED Shy and found it to be totally realistic & believable that after he witnessed the genuine love between Tabby & Jason where Shy spied Tabby looking beautiful standing on the sidewalk and as her boyfriend, Jason approached her, her facial epression filled with love and belonging floored Shy to his core so much so that he knew he would never find that deep connection and love for himself if he continued his manwhoring ways. It rocked him enough to see Tabby feeling that for another man that he knew he had to get his crap together. In short, this was a wonderful love story centered around a terrific cast of characters. Now I can't wait until Hop and Lanie's story comes out. And, I hope to god KA is planning on writing Rush's story too!
What happened to the KA I loved? He last two books have been a third in length and plot development. I hope this isn't going to become the norm!
Hot, badass, alpha biker with troubled past changes his manwhore ways for the love of a woman with her own past heartache and who also happens to be the boss' daughter. Wish it was a little longer and less editted like KA's prior self published work, but this book is still far better than most other stuff out there by authors charging twice as much. You can read this as a standalone, but you're likely to get hooked and there are cameo appearances by favs from other series. I'm going to have to re-read the Rock Chick series after revisiting Fortnum's in this book :)
Not my favorite KA book (like I could pick a fav) but TONS of fun! Missed Cherry n Kane. Great to get deeper in Chaos. Love the way KA writes, and her men make me feel. Watching Tabby grow up, I wished so much for her... dreamed a dream. Great book!
AudioBook Review: Stars: Overall 4 Narration 4 Story 3.5 Again, I start a series backwards, and having read Walk Through Fire first (book 4) and loving it, I just knew I had to start from the beginning. Not having read Motorcycle Man, where the heroine Tabby is introduced, Ashley presented enough information to present her background clearly as this book continued. Tabby is the daughter of Tack, president of the Chaos MC club, and has enough experience in her exposure to the club to understand the curious bond of men, bikes and brotherhood. Smart, sassy, determined and not easily scared off, she hides similar insecurities and concerns that we all do, but she’ll be damned if she will let you see that. Having a crush on Shy since she was 16, she’s not lost any of that affection in the three years that have passed since. Starting with their backstory in Shy’s POV, Ashley has set us up with the information that we needed to set the stage for the story – and if you don’t recognize the roller-coaster that is to come, you didn’t pay attention. Fortunately this information allows you to be prepared, almost, for the moments to come. And then there’s Shy, certainly not that at all, with his own issues, the difficulties encountered when he acknowledges his own interest in Tabby, even though he feels she is out of his league. He’s got a TON of stuff going on, much of which isn’t as clearly flushed out as I would wish, but right now, he and the others are focused on corralling Tabby and saving her from herself and bad choices. But, when he confronts her with her immature and often dangerous choices, something clicks and their friendship starts to develop. Moving slowly from friends to more, dealing with their own issues, and the interior voices from both characters all play into this story, giving a full picture of the development of the connection during the time that elapses. Told in a mixture of third person and first from both characters, the narration isn’t as jarring as one might expect: each voice is consistent and distinct, adding an intuitive knowledge of the two… even as Shy follows the all too tired outline of silent, cranky alpha. Overall, I enjoyed the story, and the narration provided by Angela Starling worked well for each of the characters, giving them appropriate emotional intensity when needed, skipping lightly through the humorous moments. I didn’t lose track or sense of storyline in this, I just wanted a bit more depth in the struggles and resolutions for both Shy and Tabby. I received an audiobook copy of the title from Hachette Audio for purpose of honest review. I was not compensated for this review: all conclusions are my own responsibility.
My review: Own the Wind is the first book in Chaos Series. It is a standalone, but features characters you have briefly met in The Dream Man Series. Own the Wind was a page turner and even though it's 448 pages long, it was easy to read and it was so grabbing so the length of the book did not bother me at all. I read it during a day, because I couldn't and didn't want to put it down. It was well-written and again, as it seems to be a tradition for Kristen Ashley's books, emotional and captivating and the subplots were awesome! I like how the author combined different genres together. Plot: Own the Wind tells the story of Tabbitha (Tabby) Allen and Parker "Shy" Cage. I met both of them in Motorcycle Man and was looking very much forward to Tabby's story. Tabby is Kane "Tack" Allen's daughter, which makes her an absolute no-no for Shy who is the member of the motorcycle club Chaos whose president Tack is. Tabby is protected by all brothers and that of course includes Shy. Shy is a hot gorgeous bad ass biker guy who can get any woman; who can do whatever he wants and this is exactly what he does - he sleeps with them. A lot. The book starts with Tabby getting into trouble and Shy decides to teach her a lesson which hurts Tabby more than he knows. Unfortunately Shy realizes it too late and Tabby disappears from his life for a while. Until very sad circumstances bring them together again. Step by step they build a strong friendship where they can rely on each other and where Shy is always there for her. They grow tight, they spend time with each other. The day Tabby realizes that Shy has got a girlfriend, everything changes. Tabby decides to pack her things and move, because seeing Shy with another woman is too painful for her. She has been in love with Shy for a while. When Tack and the rest of the biker club realizes what is going on between Tabby and Shy, hell breaks lose. What I liked: I liked, that the story was told over a longer period of time. I enjoyed that it was not rushed and that the author took time to build the relationship between Tabby and Shy. I loved the writing style and the dialogue was fabulous! I loved that the author split them apart, Tabby having another boyfriend and Sky having a girlfriend. It made the story deeper and more meaningful. I loved Shy's background story; it was interesting and heartbreaking to know about his family. I jumped with joy when Shy got his mothers earrings back and gave them to Tabby. It was one of the most beautiful and heart-wrenching scenes for me in the book. I adored Shy's brother and was happy that Landon was brought into the story. I was also excited to meet many other characters from the Motorcycle Man. Characters: Tabby was a heroine who was easy to love. Experiencing a lot of hard stuff through her younger years and losing a person who loved her, all that shaped her. She grew and developed a lot as a person and as a character. She stood up for what she believed and fought for Shy when everybody else didn't. I loved her for that. Strong outside and vulnerable inside and Shy was perfect for her, to protect her and to make her feel alive again. I don't know how Kristen Ashley does it, but her male leads are great characters! You can easily get addicted to them. I loved every aspect of Shy: as a man, as a friend, as a brother, as a lover. Masculine, good looking, but what matter much more - a safe heaven for
I tried, made it over halfway, but gave up. I prefer books about alpha women and men. This just wasn't it. The female role in this book took being abused, accepted it and used it to get what she wanted. I just couldn't finish it.
This is my favorite book of all time. A classic survival and love story. Strength in forever. Great characters, great story.
I love this book!
Loved this book!!!!!
So i was looking for a new mc series being caught up with joanna wylde and madeline sheenans stuff and came about this series. Im surprisrd it got so many great reviews. Characters were ridiculous and unrealistic as was the story line. Moved way to slow and far too sappy for this genre. Sorry but it wasnt even worth the two dollars i paid.
Could be read as a "stand alone". The series revolves around other characters and different but loosley connecting themes - which i appreciate. Dialouge a bit hard to follow, as the grammer was "biker"..... I personally tried book two also, and found i liked that one better. Story line and grammer were easier to follow These are each books centering on a particulair couples struggles to form relationships while overcoming lifes circumstances. Alot of personal drama and sex in each, but well crafted. I will continue on with number three.
Really not into the biker scene so just didn't find myself getting hooked on this
At first, I thought it would be awkward reading Tabby's story. Glad I gave it a go and was not disappointed. KA told their story in a different way, yet AGAIN. How she does it, I wonder every book. I also ponder what it would be like to live inside her head for a day LOL.
After finishing my first ever KA book, I decided to take a look at her backlist and see what else I might find interesting. Since I was in a bit of a motorcycle club mood, I looked up the Chaos series. As soon as I realized the first book was about Tack's daughter, Tab, and club manwhore extraordinaire, Shy, I knew I had to read it immediately. I adored Tab in Motorcycle Man and the part at the end where it was obvious she had a crush on Shy intrigued me. I wanted to see how it would work, if it could work, between them. If I'm honest, this wasn't the easiest book for me. I have a tough time with manwhores sometimes. It was a little bumpy in the beginning with Shy. I mean, I already liked his character, I just disapproved of his choices. Ha! I loved Tab and hoped they could work towards something, but I soon realized my gratification would be delayed with this book. Neither of them was really in a place where they were ready to be together. They each had to grow some first. So, as much as I didn't like the thought of EITHER of them with someone else, I set those feelings aside and kept going. And man, am I glad I did. The payoff for my frustration at the beginning was huge. Tab and Shy were wonderful together, once they finally got there. Of course, their pairing isn't without some serious obstacles. His domineering nature, her need to retreat when things were too much and the motorcycle club all posed a threat to this couple. There were definite feels and tears. There were also some seriously steamy times. All in all, this was a beautiful story of redemption and second chances. I loved it hard.
Such a great book!!! It was a quick read for me because I enjoyed all their drama. Shy a nd Taby's intensity was great and I highly recommend. I love that all the boys from Dream Man make appearances as well as Elvira :)