Eighteen-year-old Tienne Desrochers grew up in the rough world of the Noir et Bleu. Bikers. Outlaws. But after her dad's murder, Tienne decides she's had enough. She refuses to end up like her junkie mom. So she grabs her younger brother and leaves it all behind...including her boyfriend, Aiden Gyllenhall.
More comfortable in the middle of a bar fight than at a country club, living with her wealthy aunt and uncle is an adjustment, to say the least. No swearing. Designer shoes that pinch. And pretty, preppy boys like Leland Crofton instead of super-sexy, tattooed Aiden. But even the upper class can't escape the rancid touch of underworld violence. And this time, Tienne won't just learn who she really is-she'll learn how to fight for what's hers.
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About the Author
D.R. Graham currently lives in Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada with her husband. She worked as a social worker with at-risk youth prior to becoming a youth and family therapist in private practice. She writes novels that deal with issues relevant to young and new adults in love, transition, or crisis.
One Percenter is the first book in the Noir et Bleu Motorcycle Club series. For more on the series, visit www.drgrahambooks.com.
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By D. R. Graham, Heather Howland, Vanessa Mitchell
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Both sides of my family and their friends file down the aisle of the church in solemn silence. To my left, dark suits, expensive shoes, and conservative dresses. To my right, ripped denim, leather vests, and skanky skirts. Twenty uniformed cops watch from along the back wall with their arms folded across their chests.
My push-up bra is creating way too much cleavage for a real church, but the Noir et Bleu Motorcycle Club tank top is a necessary show of respect. If God is somewhere up there in the rafters, He's probably disappointed with my trashy funeral attire. There's no sign of Him. Maybe He's too scared to be here.
One of my dad's old helmets rests on a chair next to me at the altar. Uncle Ronnie set it there to remind everyone who my father was. As if anyone could forget. My mom is sprawled across the pew in the front row to my right. Her blond hair matted, her makeup smeared, she leans on Uncle Terry's leg as if she's the one who's dead. It's pathetic. The judgmental whispers from the left side of the church make a tingly feeling creep up my throat. I swallow hard and close my eyes. Too bad that doesn't make the mortification disappear.
The eulogy clenched in my hand is soggy from sweat. I place the curled paper on my lap and wipe my palms on my cut-off jean shorts. Shit. It's too hot in here. If they don't get this over with soon I'm going to pass out and end up a worse mess than my mom.
Leland walks in. Now I can't breathe. The sun silhouettes his face, but the tailored suit and his perfect posture confirm it's him. To avoid eye contact between us, I focus on Auntie Elizabeth sitting in the front pew to my left, as far away from my mom as possible. She's crying into Uncle Blaine's linen handkerchief. He smiles at me and mouths, Are you doing okay?
I force myself to nod, even though I'm not doing okay. I stare up at the ceiling to prevent tears from escaping.
The minister sneaks out of a side door and slides onto a wooden bench behind me. My hands shake, partly because his arrival means the service will start soon, and partly because if he sits there during my speech, my ass in my short shorts will be in his direct view the entire time.
My brother's boyfriend, Sam, sits in the third row sobbing. His parents and sister are several rows behind him, but nobody comforts him. I catch Auntie Elizabeth's attention and point at Sam. She leans back and waves him forward to join them.
The door at the back opens and the Gyllenhalls enter.
Aiden stares at me as he walks down the aisle. My entire body trembles, and I can't swallow. The black jeans, motorcycle boots, and white dress shirt under a leather vest are his version of dress clothes, and he's even more striking than I remember. His sleeve cuffs are rolled up and his collar button is undone, which gives me a glimpse of a new tattoo on his neck.
He steps aside to let his dad and uncle file into the reserved pew directly behind my mom. Then he continues toward me. The church appears to spin around him as he walks. The faces and stained glass windows circle in a blur of color as if we're inside a kaleidoscope. He takes the two steps up onto the red-carpeted altar, reaches out, and squeezes my hand tightly. His skin on mine makes the spinning stop. My eyes close as he leans down. "Sorry, Ti," he whispers. His right palm slides up to my neck and his lips graze my cheek.
The tears I've been fighting win the battle and drip over my eyelashes.CHAPTER 2
Four months earlier
A band of four geeky misfits plays barely tolerable Top 40 covers on a stage that could accommodate a symphony. Weird. A country club like this should have enough money to hire musicians with some talent. I roll my eyes at Cooper and jerk a "what gives" thumb at the band. He laughs and shakes his head, maybe because he agrees that the band sucks, or maybe because he can't believe I would notice the one slight flaw in this fairy tale place. As part of the fairy tale, Auntie Elizabeth gave us both Cinderella makeovers for tonight. Cooper looks really handsome in the suit jacket and silk tie that he picked out himself. I'm not sure where he gets his sense of style. It certainly wasn't from either of our parents.
According to the embroidered crest on the napkins, the country club was established in 1937, but the facilities are state of the art — indoor-outdoor pools and tennis courts, a fully equipped fitness center with yoga and spin studios, a formal dining restaurant, and a juice bar café for breakfast and lunch. It's essentially a two hundred acre, five-star resort and spa plopped down in the middle of a neighborhood of mansions. It takes my breath away just to be here.
Balancing a plate in her hand, Auntie Elizabeth joins me in the corner of the ballroom where I'm semi-hiding. Her black dress has an understated elegance that suits her.
"What's with the shitty band?" I ask.
"Shh. The lead singer is the vice-president of the club's son. They might go on a break soon — if we're lucky." She pops a sausage roll in her mouth, chews demurely, and then takes a sip of wine. "Don't let Blaine hear you swearing around here."
"You said shitty."
I laugh, wondering how we came from the same family tree. "Sorry."
She holds her hand in front of my face. "Gum."
I tilt my head forward and let my gum drop into her palm. I'm pretty sure spitting it into her bare hand is less classy than chewing it, but whatever.
"It's probably going to take a while for you to get used to how everything is done with these people."
"Don't say shitty and don't chew gum. I got it."
She smiles at my weak attempt at humor and links her elbow with mine. "You've been hiding back here long enough. Let me introduce you to some of the girls your age."
"Uh." I glance around the royal caliber ballroom with its tuxedoed waiters and highly polished crowd of socialites. I don't belong and I'd rather not prance around meeting people who are definitely going to sense that. "It's okay. I'm good here."
"Come on." She drags me across the dance floor to the other side of the ballroom where people are mingling near the windows that overlook the golf course. I'm having a little trouble keeping up because I'm wearing four-inch heels that match the ice-blue strapless cocktail dress she bought me for my introduction to the country club set. Suffocating and treacherous are not my idea of a party outfit, but my old clothes wouldn't have quite cut it. Aiden on my arm wouldn't have quite cut it here, either.
Elizabeth stops in front of a group of girls who all dwarf me and appear perfectly comfortable in their high society clothes. They're about my age and the way they laugh and hug each other makes me think they've known each other since they had silver spoons in their mouths. I wonder how long it will take for them to figure out I was fed with a cheap PBA-laden plastic spoon available at all Dollar stores.
Elizabeth rests her hand on the arm of the tallest girl. "Cara, I would like to introduce you to my niece, Tienne. She's just moved in with us."
Cara smiles and extends her hand to shake mine. "I love your dress. Is that a Lionetta?"
Clueless, I look at Elizabeth who nods that it is. "Tienne is going to be working as an assistant at my design firm while she waits to be accepted into school."
"That's great." Cara sounds genuinely excited. "I'm doing an internship in the same building as your aunt's firm. We can do lunch."
Elizabeth smiles as if she's proud of her matchmaking skills. "I'll leave you girls to get acquainted." She squeezes my sweaty hand, turns, and heads back across the dance floor.
I shift my weight, twitchy at the thought of socializing with these girls. I subdue the urge to flee and force a smile. "Sorry about the forced introduction. My aunt's a little overly enthusiastic."
"No need to apologize." Cara lifts her foot to adjust the ankle strap on her pumps, and her long brown curls cascade over one shoulder like she's in a shampoo commercial. She points at the girls beside her. "This is Reese Birming, Haley Cooke, and I'm Cara Livingstone."
Reese wears her shiny black hair in razor sharp angles that accentuate her bony features. Her skin is olive brown and it almost shimmers when she moves. I didn't know girls could actually look like that without Photoshop. She catches me staring and doesn't appear flattered. Blushing, I blink and shift my attention to Haley. She resembles a doll. Her ginger hair doesn't move when she turns her head, and her glassy green eyes never seem to blink. Her skin is pale as porcelain and it looks like someone painted her cheeks rosy and added five freckles on each side. They're perfect.
This isn't going to go well. All the binding party dresses and pinchy shoes in the world aren't going to hide who I really am, or fool girls like this into believing that I belong here. I can't even think of anything to say.
Fortunately, Cara carries the conversation seamlessly past my lack of small-talk skills by asking, "What are you planning on studying? Interior design?" She seems genuinely interested. The other two are waiting attentively for my answer, too.
"No. Performing arts. I want to be an actor." I brace myself for their reaction, since I don't fit the image of a typical theater person. But they don't laugh like I expect.
"Are you in any shows?" Haley asks.
I tuck my hair behind my ear and shift my weight again. "I'm auditioning for one in a couple of weeks."
"Let us know when tickets go on sale. We'll come watch."
"Um." I study each of them, wondering if they're being fake friendly. It seems like just friendly-friendly, unless they're better bullshitters than every other person I know. That's unlikely, since I grew up with professional bullshitters, but I can't tell. "Okay."
"Your brother is adorable," Reese says. "How old is he?"
"Sixteen." I glance at the lobster and caviar stocked buffet table where he is mingling with a group of teens. He fits in here perfectly.
"Ooh. A bit too baby-faced for me." She chuckles and nudges Cara with her elbow, "but Cara likes her boys young."
Cooper isn't any of their types, or more accurately, none of them is his type. I laugh at the irony, but I don't want them to ask what's so funny, so I stifle it and take a sip of my punch.
Cara checks Cooper out. "Mmm. He is my type if he were a few years older, but I'm going after Leland this year."
Reese sits back on the edge of the windowsill and glances at a group of guys by the bar. They are all under twenty-five and dressed in tailored suits. They seem like dull, pretentious corporate types, but at least gossiping about boys will distract the girls from asking me personal questions. "I wouldn't waste your time on Leland," Reese says. "He told my brother that he'll never date a girl from the country club."
"Is he looking over here?" Cara whispers.
"Yes. Don't look now."
The only one who looks our way is tall and has dark wavy hair. He's cute in a clean- cut way — squeaky-clean-cut. Someone should tell him he'd be sexier with a couple of tattoos or a scruffy beard. He smiles and lifts his eyebrow slightly before rejoining the conversation with his friends.
"Tienne," Reese hisses as if she's scolding me. "I said not to look."
"Sorry." I finish my punch and get rid of my glass on a table nearby as they exchange country club gossip. More of the clean-cuts in suits shoot casual glances our way as if we're the topic of their conversation. I guess they're typical guys despite the atypical attire. Maybe everything about the two worlds is the same beneath the surface.
I stare at my fresh manicure. The country club spa didn't have my preferred black or blue polish, so I let the aesthetician choose. She went with a pale, rose-petal pink, and I have to admit it does look pretty.
"Where did you go to high school?" Reese asks, interrupting my admiration of my nails.
"Um." Shit. I can't tell them I graduated from James Owens. Its claim to fame is stabbings in the hallway, epic brawls in the stands at the football games, and the lowest graduating rate in the city. "I went to public school."
Haley is the only one who has a slight reaction to the mention of public school. The expression flickered across her face for less than a second, so I can't tell if it was judgy or just surprised. "Which one?"
Okay. The temperature in the room skyrockets and the sweat dribbling from my armpits threatens to ruin the damn Lionetta. Exit strategy time. "It was a really small school. On the other side of the city. You probably wouldn't have heard of it." I extend my arm to shake hands with each of them. "Nice meeting you all. If you'll excuse me, I need to use the restroom."
"Let's catch up for lunch on Monday," Cara says. Her smile is as sweet as my favorite Barbie doll when I was little.
I say something noncommittal about her invitation, but try to imitate her pleasant smile before I leave. It's possible that I look more like Chucky than Barbie.
I can feel their stares. Is it completely demented that I would be more comfortable in the middle of a bar fight with beer bottles flying past my head than at a country club dance worried what the popular girls are saying behind my back as I walk away? This is so not my scene.
The restroom has marble counter tops, dark cherry wood cubicle doors, and I bet the gleaming toilets have never had someone's head passed out in the bowl. If Aiden were here he would point out that classing up the bathroom doesn't make your shit smell any less. That might be true, but this place sure is chic. And there is free moisturizer, little individual-sized mouthwashes, and real cotton towels. Maybe I could get used to this part.
After freshening up and giving myself a lecture that sounds more like a death threat than a pep talk, I head back into the trenches and make a beeline for Cooper. He's talking to a thin guy with super-styled light brown hair. He looks about sixteen, same as Cooper. "Hey."
"Hey. Sam, this is my sister, Tienne." Sam extends his hand and smiles in an easygoing way that makes me instantly like him. "Tienne, this is Sam Livingstone."
"Relax," Sam says and wiggles my hand to make my entire arm loosen up. "The trick to fitting in is to look comfortable."
"That's easy to say for someone who is the heir to Livingstone Enterprises."
Sam laughs. "Is that what my sister told you?"
"No. That was my attempt at trying to sound like I know what I'm talking about. You're an heir to something, right?"
"To the financially floundering Livingstone Funeral Services franchise." He points at me in a mock cautionary way. "Keep that to yourself. If Cara finds out that I told you, I'll be in need of those services."
I like his charisma; definitely a good match for Cooper. "Your coffin should be complimentary at least," I joke.
"You would think, but not even family members get a discount in a Livingstone franchise anymore." He looks down at my dress as if he's checking me out, but just says, "Nice Lionetta."
"Thanks." I raise my eyebrows in a question at Cooper and he smiles, which I take as a hint. "I'm going to leave you two boys alone. Nice meeting you, Sam."
As I walk away, my tiny crystal-encrusted purse vibrates. I lean against the posh wallpaper and pull my phone out. It's a text from Aiden, thank God. I need a dose of something familiar to boost my self-esteem.
How's the high life?
Apparently shit is a swear word and chewing gum is a crime
Meet me outside in 15
I check the time. Although it feels like we've been here all night, it's only been an hour. Elizabeth will be disappointed if I bail this early.
I can't leave
Just want to give u something. Will only take a minute
I could use the break. Nobody will notice.
My aunt walks over to me. "What are you grinning about?" she asks as she tickles my waist.
"Nothing. Are you having fun?"
"I must be." She tips her glass and gulps back half of her wine. "My face hurts from smiling so much. Are you having fun?"
Fun? No. This doesn't meet any of my criteria for fun. Necessary for Cooper's sake, yes. Tolerable, barely. "Sure. Thanks for inviting us."
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4 Stars From Sammy's Book Obsession! MY THOUGHTS~ So, One Percenters...good story. I liked it. Didn't love it, but it was good for what it was. I evidently didn't read the synopsis very thoroughly before I bought it though. I went into this thinking it was going to a serious biker book, but it wasn't. Don't get me wrong, there ARE bikers, but they're not really prominent. Maybe one. Anyway, the writing was good. The characters weren't as well developed as I think they could've been. They did have some complexity, I guess. I think I just should have paid more attention to what I was buying. I've been on a Biker/MC kick for a long time and this just wasn't what I assumed it would be (again, that's all on me) . Not the author or the story's fault though. I will say that I really think that unless the author intended to write a realistic, hard-core Biker/MC book, I would've rethought the title. One Percenter gives a different impression that what this story portrays in my opinion. Great read if you're looking for New Adult Romance with a touch of Bikers!
Bikers, romance, sexy bad boy and mystery? What's not to love about a book that contains all of that? Dark and edgy, this book blew me away. The characters were amazingly written and complex, even though Tienne had her annoying moments (I'll get to that later), I was pretty impressed. This type of romance isn't what I'm typically into- I'm more a hearts and flowers, fluffy romance, type of girl- but the edginess of this book, the dark romance, the story-line, everything, just appealed to me. I struggled to put it down. The fact that Tienne's motivation was wanting to give her brother a better life, spoke to me and it told me a lot about Tienne's character. The sibling relationship between Tienne and Cooper was perfect and in an effort to avoid spoiling the story for all of you, I have to say that my heart really broke and I vowed never to read another D.R Graham book again (of course that won't really happen). Now on to Tienne's annoying moments. I love that she's a very strong and well-rounded character, but I felt like her flaws were too emphasized. The way she treated Aiden when she first left the life, even though Aiden was willing to stay by her side through everything and anything, well, that really pissed me off. Not only that, but she was a bit blindingly trusting when it came to the country-club boyfriend (whose name I just can't seem to recall at the moment.) I would have thought Tienne to be a bit more wary. But aside from that, this book was gut-wrenching, heart-breakingly beautiful. D.R Graham is really talented when crafting a story, from the way she sets a scene, to the way she pours feeling into all her words. I highly recommend this book.
Tienne begins this book on a path to change her life. Aiden, her boyfriend, wants them to be together forever and goes about making that happen. Tienne is looking for an excuse to not become her mother, which is what she thinks will happen if she stays with Aiden so she finds the perfect excuse to break up with him. Aiden gives her space and Tienne finds herself becoming friends with her new social circle and being drawn to Leland. Leland pursues Tienne and wants them to become more than friends. Tienne doesn't follow her heart but thinks by using her head she will get further in life. She doesn't realize just how far Aiden is willing to go for her to prove his love and to make her happy. Tienne puts her trust into the wrong person and struggles with the loss of her father and now suffers another painful loss. Aiden stands by her throughout this and waits patiently for her to realize that he is what she needs. Tienne's Aunt and Uncle, while trying to give her a better life, do make her feel that she has no choice but to move forward with Leland if she doesn't want to become her mother. It winds up causing Tienne heartache and, ultimately, more than she can bear. When all of the secrets are exposed about Leland, Tienne realizes that she should have followed her heart all along. Overall a decent read and had plot twists and turns that keep you reading.
Not your typical MC romance book...in fact, i think it's a very fresh take on the cut and dry everyday MC romances. Seeing these two young adults face challenges of loosing not only their dad, but trying to assimilate into a new "opposite" life-style, that of the country club set. Leaving the past behind may be their biggest mistake. I really loved the angst and teen/ya views on the challenges they faced. Even knowing that some choices can have life changing consequences. Moments of moral values that made me so proud of Tienne, and moments that made me feel like she was the most kick-ass person around. With her 'take no crap' from people attitude and straight-shot view on things. Her strength and loyalty to her family is heartwarming and then there are moments when your heart with shatter with hers. Between her love of "Gylly" her boy-friend and "Cooper" her brother, she can face any challenge or foe that comes along. An absolute must read and make sure you have some tissues.
It is an amazing story about life-changing experiences, hard choices, love lost-and-found. I really liked the plot and all the characters as well. There was bit of myrtery too which made it all the more interesting. I'd recommend it to all book lovers. It definitely was worth reading.
4 "Don't tell me what to do!" Stars As the old adage goes, “The grass is always greener on the other side.” But is it really? Growing up with absent parents and under the thumb of the notorious Noir et Bleu Motorcycle Club, Tienne Desrochers has only ever known heartache and brutality. As the sole provider for her and her brother Cooper, Tienne dreams of a better life and that chance comes in the form of her Aunt Elizabeth and Uncle Blaine. Not being one who likes being told what to do though, living the life as a socialite and rubbing elbows with the upper crust of society is not easy, especially when the man she loves, Aiden Gyllenhall, is the son of the President of the MC she wants no part of and walked away from. It needs to be said that I am a SUCKER for a good Motorcycle Club story. I’m an SOA junky and have fantasies of riding off into the sunset on the back of a bike, with my arms tucked securely around my man, while he is wearing his leather cut. Now, I know that things are not always rosy and romantic when it comes to Motorcycle Clubs and One Percenter is a stark reminder of that. When the glitzy and glamorous world of social elitist and the dark, dangerous world of Motorcycle Club life collide, no one is safe, least of all Tienne and if she plans to make it out alive and with her heart intact, hard choices have to be made and the repercussions could be deadly. One Percenter is a reminder that no matter where you go and no matter what you leave behind, no one is ever really safe. Everyone has their dark secrets and their own demons in the closet, so sometimes running to the greener pastures from the devil you know, is not always good as it seems. While reading this book, I found myself getting very agitated with Tienne and her selfish behavior, but I had to remind myself that she really is only just a young girl and trying to survive in a world that hasn’t been kind to her. I would definitely recommend this book to anyone that loves a good story with a little bit of mystery and a lot of heart. As for me I’m already planning my wedding to Gylly, he had me at hello. Happy reading and until next time… I would like to thank NetGalley and Entangled Publishing, LLC for the ARC of this title in exchange for an honest review.
One Percenter 23rd February Beautiful, 5 stars is just not enough. The question is what would you do if you were offered a new life, a fresh start leaving all your painful past behind? It sounds so easy where as in actual fact it's anything but, Tienne Desrochers, eighteen and her brother Cooper, sixteen have been given that chance, up until this point their lives haven't been easy, their father a member of the Noir et Bleu MC always put the club first and now he's dead, their mother is a junkie who apparently had promise and potential but she fell in love with a biker and ended up sad and broken and that's what scares Tienne the most, that she sees herself turning into her mother. Ever since she can remember she's been in love with Aiden Gyllenhall, she's knows he's 'it' for her but he's not only in the MC but his father is president, Aiden's path is clear and she can see her's laid out before her and she has to get away, if not for herself then for her brother Cooper. Cooper at only sixteen deserves a fresh start and Tienne loves him so much she'll do anything to make sure he gets it, even if it means leaving her heart behind. Designer clothes, flashy car, country club, isn't it every girls dream? But Tienne doesn't fit, it's not who she is, not only has she left her heart behind but she's losing herself, but Cooper fits, he was made for this world and if he's happy she'll try. And she does, she tries to fit in and finds herself, against her better judgement at times attracted to Leland Crofton, could this work, could she move away from her past and have the future she deserves. I loved this book, it's one of those reads where 5 stars is just not enough, this is aimed at the young adult market and while I'm well outside that range this is a beautiful and moving book, the characters feel real and it's written in such a way that you feel their pain, particularly Tienne's. I liked the cover, I loved the synopsis and the book totally captured and held me, I fell in love with these characters, mistakes and all and I knew after a few pages how I wanted this to turn out but there was never any guarantees after all this author is totally new to me so I'd no idea of her style but not only did she make me cry, you'll be the same, trust me I would imagine it's impossible to read this with dry eyes but she made me care and that's the sign of a good writer and a great book. ARC copy from NetGalley in exchange for my honest review.
I loved this book, and I especially love DR Graham's style of writing. Her books are not fluffy romances, but rather complicated, heart-wrenching journeys into the not-so-obvious sides of love. One Percenter is about a strong well-drawn female character, Tienne, who is trying her best to make the move from the wrong side of the tracks to the right side. But it is not easy, to say the least, and if she didn't care so much for her brother, Cooper, I don't know if she could have stuck with it so long. I especially love characters who are motivated by a sibling, and Tienne and Cooper's relationship grabbed at my heart probably as much or more than the romance in this book. With such well-drawn, complicated family dynamics, I was taken into the underbelly of a brand new world that I otherwise never would have experienced. For YA and NA fans of complicated, not-easy-to-solve romances, this is a book (and an author) not to be missed!
This new adult romance takes us into the world of a motorcycle club and its effect on an 18 year old woman, Tienne, as she tries to determine what direction her life should take. She's in love with her club boyfriend Aiden but sees a future with him that she doesn't want, breaking things off to try living with her aunt and uncle in the 'normal' world. Meeting country club guy Leland seems like a step in the right direction, but when tragedy strikes, it's only a matter of time before Tienne is called back into her old life - which future path will she chose? I really enjoyed this story! It's not my usual fare, as I tend to stick to heroines that are over 20 but from the very beginning the writing style pulled me in and I found myself invested in Tienne and her choices. Her character is really well written as a strong and determined young woman who knows that she has to change things for herself if she wants the future she is dreaming of, even if it means leaving the love of her life behind. At the same time, she is only 18 with all the insecurities and angst of a teenager, wanting to fit in with the in crowd while appearing on the outside as if she doesn't care what people think of her. She's torn by her feelings for the life she's always known and the reality of it's harshness and brutality. Similarly her relationships with Leland and Aiden show all the complications of young love. Her ex-boyfriend Aiden is a real sweetheart despite Tienne's attempts to keep them separated and he's determined to wait her out in the hopes that she'll come back to him, and to try to show her that they can still have a future together. The emotions and actions of Tienne ring true and the story is a mixture of sadness and sweetness, violence and tenderness. 5 stars for an entertaining and emotional story.
An exceptionally great read - highly recommended! “99% of bikers obey the law. The other 1% make their own” - that’s how the blurb for this book starts. Having read and thoroughly enjoyed this book, I’d add that perhaps only one percent of authors write exceptionally enthralling books - and this is certainly a one percenter for me. Tienne Desrochers spent the first eighteen years of her life growing up in the world of the Noir et Bleu bikers - until her Dad, a leader of the gang, was murdered. Not wanting to end up like her junkie mother, she grabs her sixteen year old brother, Cooper, and moves to live with her childless but very affluent Aunt Elizabeth and Uncle Blaine, leaving behind Aiden, her biker boyfriend and love. She tries desperately to fit in with her new life style but designer dresses and shoes, membership of the country club and the like are definitely totally different to what she’s used to! She’s determined to fit in, however, if only for the sake of Cooper, but this life isn’t easy for someone who is more at home in a biker gang. She meets Leland, who fits in with her new life style - rich, a member of the country club set, handsome and he seems to really like her. Should she trust Leland with her heart or does it still belong to Aiden? Can she really leave her past behind completely? This book has hard decision making, people telling lies and not being true about their lives, strong alpha makes, a really feisty female who can kick out at some alpha males, murder, drug dealing, hot bikers, heartbreak and true love all packaged in a hard to put down, well written story. It is so well written the author doesn’t rely on steamy sex scenes to entice her readers, instead writing a great story that I really enjoyed and highly recommend. I will certainly look out for other books by this author in future, especially others in this series! Thanks to the author, publishers and NetGalley, too, for letting me read this book in exchange for an honest review.