A Bookworm Review by Ana
I give this book 5 stars!
Your life might be surrounded by darkness but you must believe that there will be light in the end of that tunel…
Have a look at the blurb:
Evil comes in many forms, and right now it’s a beautiful, raven-haired woman hanging upside down on a stripper pole.
Here in Vegas, they call her Destiny, but I know exactly who she really is.
Lexi Cruz and her father ruined my life. They blackmailed me for millions. And then, when I refused to pay them another dime, they murdered my old lady and our unborn son.
The only thing that has kept me going for the last few months is vengeance. I live and breathe for the day I’ll finally get my revenge.
Guilt eats away at me a little more with each day that passes until there’s nothing left of the man I used to be.
I’m ready for my dance with Destiny; to finally put an end to the suffering.
But there are two sides to every story.
And it turns out that Destiny may have a few secrets up her sleeve, secrets that will actually give me something worth living for again.
This is third book in the Savage Kings MC series and the reading order is:
Yes, yes, yes… This book is here and I didn’t scream my head off because it was super late and my kid was in bed but Dayum… I was so freaking happy. Since I started this series that this story was the one that I was waiting for because the suspense… The unknown would be there… So many questions and fears…
Wanna know what I’m talking about? Let me explain.
Land Hart and D. B. West had created an amazing series… Guess the genre? An MC series of course… Lol… My favorite. Savage Kings MC was created and I was doomed. Have you read them yet? If you haven’t I totally advise you to read them all in order, Chase then Abe and then this one Torin because they aren’t standalones. Just do it…
This book focus on the lifes of Torin and Lexi.
Torin had suffered the unthinkable, while he was president he saw his wife and unborn child being killed out of revenge. After that day he wasn’t the same, he wanted revenge against the responsible for that but…
Lexi was obligated to run away from her past and her family, because when you’re the daughter of a ruthless mob boss you tend to pay for his sins. Life on her own is hard so imagine what it is working in a strip club and…
Sometimes we’re obligated to do whatever it takes to survive and protect the ones we love…
Jesus… I knew that I was about to embark on a breathtaking story but Dayum… It was so much more.
The plot is exquisite, very well written, as always, super detailed and intense.
Once I started to read it I just couldn’t put it down. Follow my advise and don’t start any book from this lady after midnight, because I did that and watched the sunrise.
I was in edge after reading the first two books because the need to know more was consuming me. If you had read the first book you know why I’m saying this.
I needed answers and I got do much more.
This book focus on revenge, pain, suffering but it also give us love, second chances and loyalty.
Just grab this series and get ready to be amazed. Guys, you will get hot flashes with the hot scenes… Just wait…
Lane and D. B. You guys are trying to kill us right? And why that ending? Jeez… Can’t wait for the next one.
I voluntarily reviewed an Advance Reader Copy of this book.
A Few Teasers:
The déjà vu of the guilt trip caused by sitting in the middle of the sleazy club with tits and ass out everywhere makes me think that strip clubs are now my own personal brand of a hell I fully deserve.
Tonight, I’m sure as fuck not drinking anything, even if it does make me look suspicious. I’ll never let a woman near my beverage again after my bachelor party.
“Son of a bitch,” I mutter when Lexi finally comes out on stage. It’s her, I’m certain, even if she’s dyed her long, raven hair a light brown. Her petite tan body looks curvier than I remember in the scarlet red corset, but it’s not like I remember many details from that night.
It’s a good thing they don’t allow firearms in this establishment, because if I had my gun on me right now, I might be tempted to put a bullet in her head while she swings around on the goddamn stripper pole.
When a young redheaded waitress walks by, I sit up in my seat to call out to her. “Hey! What’s her name?” I ask with the tip of my chin toward the stage.
The woman glances over and then faces me again. “That’s Destiny.”
“Destiny. Right,” I reply, barely refraining from rolling my eyes. “Who do I need to talk to about a private dance?” I ask.
“Donte,” she replies. “I’ll send him over.”
“Thanks,” I tell her.
Leaning back again, I reluctantly watch the rest of the show with a white knuckled grip on the chair arms. Men come up to the stage and slip cash down her red thong, grazing the smooth skin on her hips or ass with their fingertips. “Destiny” even lets one of the pervy bastards untie her corset down the front of her body until the material falls to the stage floor, leaving her naked except for the red thong, black garters and matching red heels.
Looking at her swaying tits feels incredibly wrong, just like it did the night of my bachelor party. I never should’ve asked for a private dance that night. I’ll regret that decision for the rest of whatever is left of my short life.
But now, to keep up the act, I have to watch her lean legs wrap around the pole and her long, thick hair flow around her as she hangs upside down…
“You want a dance with Destiny?” a man’s voice interrupts my observation.
Clearing my throat, I look over at the balding guy in a black button down and pull out my wallet from my back pocket. “Yeah. How much?”
“A hundred for one song, two hundred for three, or a thousand and she’ll be all yours tonight in the champagne room,” he informs me.
“How about two grand for the champagne room with the cameras off?” I offer.
“Deal,” he replies with a smarmy grin.
I count out the hundreds I had ready and waiting in my wallet and place the stack of bills in his waiting palm.
“I’ll show you to the room and send her in as soon as she comes off stage,” he tells me, so I get to my feet and prepare to come face to face with the woman who ruined my fucking life.
As soon as my song ends, I gather up my outfit and leave the stage, heading straight to my dressing area to check my phone, making sure Joanna hasn’t called. When I don’t have any missed calls or text messages, I let out a relieved breath, redress in the corset, and sit down to touch up my makeup in the mirror.
“Lexi, you’re in the champagne room the rest of the night,” Donte says when he comes up beside my chair. “No cameras.”
“I’m not fucking anyone,” I snap at my new boss. “Sorry, but I don’t care how much money he has, how much he paid you, or what he offers me. It’s not gonna happen.”
“Fine,” Donte says, holding his palms up in the air. “Just let him grab your tits and ass and maybe play with his cock a little. Yell for Dale or Marvin if he pushes his luck.”
God, I hate my life.
It wasn’t like I’ve always aspired to be a stripper. Once, I dreamed of being a ballet dancer or any other type of dancer that keeps her clothes on. Now, I’m nothing but a cheap entertainer, doing a job I hate but have to endure. It’s the easiest way to earn money now that I’m on my own and it sure beats the long, hard hours of waitressing.
“Hurry up,” Donte tells me.
Picking up my phone from the vanity to check it for messages one last time, I place it back down and then make my way out through the club’s main floor, not even bothering to smile at anyone. I’m done “entertaining” tonight, except for the one man who is waiting for me down the hallway.
I’m really not in the mood for him to get handsy, so he better be on his best behavior, or I’ll have his ass thrown out.
Turning the doorknob, I slip inside the room and then press my back to the door to get a look at my John Doe. The first thing I notice is that he’s big, taking up most of the loveseat, his jean-covered thighs spread wide. He’s wearing a plain black hoodie and a black baseball cap that casts a shadow on his bearded face. Even though I can’t see his eyes, I feel them watching me. Was it his gaze I felt on stage? The one so intense that it sent a chill down my spine, reminding me of those nights almost a year ago back at Avalon?
Shaking those thoughts from my head, I try to focus on the here and now. Tons of men were looking at me on stage. This guy must have liked what he was seeing if he spent enough money to get me alone for the rest of the night. I glance up at the camera in the corner on the opposite side of the wall, and sure enough, the red light is off. He paid for that too.
“Can I pour you a drink?” I ask when I walk over toward the champagne bottle that’s sitting in the ice bucket. His only response is a shake of his head. “You sure? I’m gonna have one,” I say, needing to calm my nerves and numb myself to get through the next few hours. While I’m only twenty, the club owner has never had a problem with me having a drink with a customer. In fact, it’s encouraged.
The cork has already been popped on the bottle when I go to open it, so I pour a glass and take a big gulp before setting it back down on the table.
After stalling for as long as possible, I know it’s time to get to the reason we’re in the room alone. He wants to see me dance naked for him. Strutting over to the stranger in my heels, I come to a stop between his spread legs and start to untie the strings of my corset.
The man moves so fast that I don’t have time to react. One minute I’m facing him, his slumped posture making him almost look bored. The next second, I’m facing away from him and he has the blade of a knife pressed against my throat.
“Don’t even think about screaming or I’ll slit your fucking throat right this second,” his deep, rumbling authoritarian voice warns as my arms automatically go up to his wrist to try and pull his hand away. It’s a familiar voice, only…much, much angrier than the last time I heard it.
No, it can’t be. How the hell did he find me?
“T-Torin?” I ask.
“Shut the fuck up,” he barks in my ear.
“I’m…I’m sorry, Torin,” I tell him as tears begin to fill my eyes.
“Not another goddamn word,” he warns, and the knife digs into my throat a little deeper.
Shit! He finally came for his revenge. In a few moments, I’m going to die before I even have a chance to explain!
“Walk toward the door slowly,” he demands. “Once I check to see if the hallway is clear, you’re gonna take a right and go straight out the emergency exit without making a sound.”
“Are you…are you gonna kill me?” I hiccup.
“I want Hector. But if I have to kill you and find another way to him, I will. Now shut the fuck up! Don’t make me tell you again.”
Oh, fuck. He’s serious. I may not know much about the president of the Savage Kings MC other than the fact that he lost his pregnant wife and son a few months ago, but I do know that he could slice my throat open right now without a second thought. He’s a man with nothing to lose, and those are the most dangerous of all.
“Nod if you’re going to do what I said. You cooperate, you keep living. For now,” he grumbles.
I do as he says, nodding the least amount I can to convey my agreement. Whatever he wants I’ll do it. I can’t let him kill me. There’s too much for me to live for.
“Walk,” he orders, so I release my grip on his arm and take a few slow steps as his much larger body stays pressed to my backside. When we reach the door, he wraps an arm around my waist to turn me to the side. From the corner of my eye, I watch him open the door just a crack to peek out.
“Let’s go. Fast,” he tells me. His arm comes back around my waist and steers me forward again. I turn right and take the five steps to the emergency exit, then pause.
“Open it,” he directs me.
“Th-the alarm will go off,” I explain.
“Open the fucking door,” he growls, so I push on the bar and wince when I hear the chirping alarm. My heels leave the floor, and then Torin is running through the parking lot with the knife still at my throat. He approaches a big, black utility van and the back door suddenly swings open. Inside someone moves out of the way when Torin tosses me forward. I throw my palms out to catch myself on the hard metal floor of the vehicle before I face plant.
“Gag her and tie her hands and feet,” Torin instructs the other man when he climbs in behind me. The van jerks forward before he even slams the back door shut. Then we’re moving forward so fast that I’m thrown into the wall before someone’s hands are on me, wrenching my arms behind my back as the first sob breaks free from my throat.
There’s nothing else I can do now. My life is in the hands of a stranger who wants me dead.
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New York Times bestselling author Lane Hart has more than a dozen steamy stories currently available on Amazon. Sign up for her newsletter to receive updates on new releases and promotions: http://www.lanehartbooks.com
Lane lives in North Carolina with her husband, author D.B. West, their two daughters, a few lazy cats and a pair of rambunctious Pomeranians. She has a Masters in Criminal Justice and spent ten years working as a paralegal for a criminal defense attorney before walking away to become a full-time writer.
In October 2015, the paranormal romance anthology Wicked After Dark, including her standalone, Let Him Reign, hit #13 on the New York Times bestseller list. Since then she’s been climbing the Amazon charts with hot new releases. So whether you’re looking for MMA superstars, hot cops, arrogant football players, hilarious vampires, sweet millionaires, or romantic weddings, there’s a little bit of something for everyone.
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D.B West is an indie author currently residing in the southern United States. He writes across a variety of genres, including science-fiction, fantasy, romance, and mystery novels. His most recent project is a collaboration with author Lane Hart, the New York Times best selling author of “The Cocky Cage Fighter” series. Together they will be releasing the first book in their Savage King’s MC romance series, titled “Chase”, on June 26th, 2018.