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Sunday, April 5, 2020

Review: His Possession (Wreckers MC) by Tory Richards





Title: His Possession
Author: Tory Richards
Release Date: May 1, 2016
Published By: Tory Richards
Category: Contemporary – Romance – MC – Erotica – Suspense
Type: Digital – Paperback












Blurb: 

Raze is a member of the Wreckers MC, sentenced to life for a crime he didn’t commit, all because of the damning words of his best friend’s little sister. New evidence surfaces, proving him innocent, and once he’s released he’s determined to find the woman responsible. It doesn’t matter that they had history, doesn’t matter that he’s wanted her for the better part of a decade. Rosa’s betrayal has cost him three years of freedom, and he wants retribution.





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Favorite Lines:

He wasn’t a woman, had no idea of the things we worried about when left on our own and with too much time on our hands.  ~  Rosa



Excerpt:

          I gave myself a long look in the mirror that hung behind my bedroom door. The little dress Marie had insisted I wear was almost indecent. The clinging, black latex barely covered my rounded butt, and fell just a few inches below. A corset-style bodice laced up tight, forcing my boobs over the top while leaving my shoulders and arms bare. Knee-high heeled boots completed my outfit. It wasn’t something I would have picked out for myself, but I had to admit I looked hot. 
          Slutty, but hot. 
          I giggled, feeling for the first time in my life that I was free to do what I wanted, to go where I wanted and with whom. The club no longer ruled my life. I’d managed to break away from their influence and now I was starting a new life. Righting a horrible wrong had just been the tip of the iceberg. Moving as far away from the Winged Demons was going to save me. I’d never get back the five years I’d spent in the MC, but I would get back my life and self respect. It would be hard work, but I was committed. 
          God bless my longtime friend Marie for taking me in and giving me the chance to get on my feet again. She’d welcomed me with open arms at a time when I’d thought that I had no one. She’d let me move into her spare bedroom, refusing to take my meager savings for food and rent, saying that once I found a job I could pay her then. 
          I’d been a wreck, frightened and unsure of what awaited me away from the club, worried that once I confessed my awful sin of sending an innocent man to prison that she would turn against me. But she hadn’t judged me, had instead helped me to set things right. Together we’d found a lawyer and set the wheels in motion, unknowing at the time that a video of the truth had already surfaced. It was the video that ultimately got the Wreckers’member released and had saved me from having to throw the Winged Demons under the bus. 
          The thought of the Winged Demons coming after me made me shiver, but the possibility of them finding me wouldn’t be easy. They were in Texas, I was in New York. As far as I knew they didn’t know where I was from, and besides, they had better things to worry about than chasing an ex-old lady who didn’t want to be there. 
          I unwilling thought about Raze, the sinfully sexy outlaw who’d held my heart in his hands for most of my life. He and my brother had grown up best friends, had even joined the service together, but Johnny’s death in a roadside bombing had ended it, had ended everything. Raze had had no reason to come around anymore. I’d waited for him, hoping that once he came out of the Marines he’d finally make his move and confess what we both knew, that we loved each other, but the opposite had happened. He’d denied our attraction, had pushed me away, and joined the Wreckers. 
          It still hurt to think about it. I’d never stopped loving him. But his rejection had nearly killed me, pushing me into making wrong and destructive choices. And because of that I’d spent years as an old lady in a rival club, with a man I had more reasons to hate than like. My time with the Winged Demons had forced me to look the other way, accept situations that no normal person should have to, do things I hadn’t wanted to, and…hurt people. 
          I’d betrayed Raze. At the time I’d felt that I hadn’t had a choice, knowing too that once I’d gained my freedom from Evil that I would do everything in my power to fight for his release. Mom had passed, and Evil’s threats of making her suffer—or else—no longer had any power over me. He could do whatever he wanted to me. 
          I deserved it. 
          I deserved to pay for what I’d done to Raze.




Highlight:

          I started briefly at the large hands suddenly winding their way around my waist from behind. Ever so slowly they glided upwards, over my slightly rounded belly to just beneath my heavy breasts. As I allowed my body to sink closer into his I felt proof that he was turned-on. Somewhere deep down I knew that I should stop him, but I kept my eyes closed and fooled myself into believing that it was Raze behind me. Always Raze. For once I was going to live out my fantasies and let the moment take me where it would. I could deal with the aftermath later, when cold reality forced its way in. 
          Our movements against one another were lazy and erotic. My backside was grinding against his hard cock, and I raised my arms above my head. His hands followed, linking with mine, while he nuzzled his face against the back of my neck. The scruff covering his jaw intensified the spike of hunger controlling my movements. Then he was trailing his hands down my arms and over my breasts, taking their weight into his palms and squeezing gently at first and then roughly as he lost control. The low sound escaping him revealed his pleasure. I knew I should protest and end the dance then, but the massive erection throbbing against my ass kept the words locked deep inside my throat. It had been so long, too long, and the alcohol and dancing had primed me for sex, but not with a stranger. 
          I shuddered. Raze. 
          Why was it always him? 
          The man behind me stiffened abruptly. Fuck, had I spoken his name out loud? My eyes flew open and I let my gaze drift down to the large hands on my breasts. I caught my breath, seeing the bulky, silver rings covering each finger. The ones on his right hand spelled out the name of the one man that I loved beyond reason and hoped never to see again. I froze in fear. His body continued to grind against mine, clouding my thoughts and confusing me. I had to be dreaming! 
          “Why’d you stop moving, baby?”His mouth was against my skin, singing it with his hot breath. “Finally figure out who I am? I replaced your friend.”He kissed the side of my neck, and then his teeth grazed my flesh, making me shiver as goose bumps covered my skin. A whimper escaped me and I closed my eyes. One of his hands left my breast to travel up to my throat, where he cupped it and pulled me closer to his mouth. “So soft, Rosa. Just like I’d always dreamed.”
          “Raze—” I shivered. 
          His hand tightened. “No, you don’t get to fucking talk,”he growled against me. His breath was hot and heavy. Another sound escaped me when he ground his cock into my ass. “I see you’re all dressed up for fucking,”the hand around my throat moved down to where my dress ended, and then his hand was between my legs, slowly inching upward, “Maybe you’ll get your wish, baby.”
          I shook my head and tried to close my legs against his invasion. As much as I wanted Raze, I knew the man touching me now was no longer the man that I wanted, but the monster I’d created. He wanted to hurt me, and I couldn’t blame him. I could feel the restraint in his taut body. I glanced around to see that everyone was involved in their own little world, oblivious to what was going on around them. There would be no help from anyone. Except maybe from Marie, if I could somehow find and get her attention. 
          “Don’t—” I dropped one of my hands to cover his, trying to prevent him from continuing up the inside of my thighs. But he was too strong and determined. “Please—”
          His laugh was low and cruel in my ear. “Oh, you’ll be saying please, baby, more than once before I’m done with you.”I screamed out when his teeth sank into me but the beat of Guns N’Roses drowned the sound out. “I hope you like pain, baby.”
          Tears burned in my eyes at the intense hatred in his tone. I deserved it, but it was tearing me up inside. “I can explain.”Without warning he swung me around, and our eyes were able to meet for the first time in three years. I caught my breath. He didn’t even try to hide his hatred of me. Without warning he shoved me and I found myself in the arms of another man. As hands gripped my shoulders I looked back far enough to see that it was a biker, dressed like Raze in black leather and jeans. 
          “Where the fuck is Wolfman?” Raze snarled, looking at the man holding me. 
          “Taking care of her girlfriend.”
           Marie! “No—!” My panicked reaction was cut short when I found my arm jerked roughly behind me. I struggled anyway. “Please don’t hurt her, Raze.”I ignored his friend’s brutality. “Please.”
          He just stared at me, his cold eyes dead inside. “You know where to take her,”he snarled. Raze made it clear by his taut expression and harsh tone that his hatred was very real. And I knew that any tears I shed would only fuel his contempt. I realized that I would have to suck it up and take whatever I had coming to me. I knew enough about motorcycle clubs to know that you didn’t fuck with them, and you never betrayed them. I doubted that confessing my love for Raze would save me now. If anything, it would only give him more leverage to use against hurting me. 
          And he would hurt me. 



Review: 

Rosa is on the run for a couple of reasons. The first is a dangerous Ex who will make her pay for leaving him. The other is a bit more like buying time rather than running because she knows her reunion with Raze is inevitable. She just doesn’t know when. She did something very bad under duress and Raze was the one to pay the price. For now, she is trying to get her life back together and right any wrongs that she can. But Raze shows up much sooner than expected and Rosa has no choice but the meet his punishment head-on. She feels she deserves it anyway given how she treated him. But Rosa has always loved Raze and a very tiny part of her hopes that he feels the same way. It’s been a long time since they have seen each other, but their history together should help bring them together, not tear them apart. Unfortunately,  Raze is beyond livid and it seems his anger is far greater than anything Rosa expected. She’s no longer his best friend’s kids sister, she’s now his prisoner and she has no idea how to get through to him. So for now, she’ll submit to the punishment. But she’s also been pushed around long enough and that rebellious part of her who has tasted independence won’t go down without a fight.

Raze has had three long years in jail thanks to Rosa. Three years to stew in his rage. Three years to plot everything he plans to do to the traitorous bitch once he finds her. Three years to war internally over why she would betray him. Three years to lust after the object of his greatest desires. He doesn’t have a clue what the hell happened, or why, but Rosa is his now. Enforcer of the Wreckers, the club has agreed that Raze determines Rosa’s penance. But she messed with the Club when she screwed with Raze’s life, so she owes them all. They’ve kept tabs on her, making it easy for Raze to retrieve her following his release. So what if she retracted her testimony that sent him to prison. It was too little too late. But as soon as they come together again, their passion surges to insurmountable heights. Raze is torn between the atonement demanded by him and his Club and his raging desire to claim her as his forever. Now that he’s got her, letting her go no longer seems to be an option. But her Ex is still lurking in the shadows and poses a very real threat. A member of a rival MC, he refuses to let her go without a fight and her very presence in their compound could once again bring trouble to the Wreckers. But out of danger comes a selfless act and suddenly everything shifts. Raze has a chance to be with Rosa free of the constraints of responsibility to his Club and suddenly his only problem is the worry that if lets her go, she may not choose to stay.

Good grief these MC reads can be a bit rough. But rough in a good way. I’m not exactly sure how to explain it. These aren’t your garden variety HEA romances. There are often fights and blood and gritty content. There are also a whole different set of rules to live by. A world within the world as the average person knows it. The foremost of these rules is Club above all else. This is my second book by Ms. Richards, both set within this intriguing setting. At times I find this way of life difficult to buy into while simultaneously jumping right in … enchanted almost, by this secretive world completely off-limits to outsiders. That said, I wasn’t quite as caught up in this book as I was the first time I introduced myself to Ms. Richards. I ended up with several questions when I finished reading, so the rating sits at a 3. Very enjoyable, but unlikely to revisit. Honestly, given how much I loved the previous book with this author, I was a bit disappointed. However, I am still fascinated by these MC stories and will definitely be coming back to Ms. Richards for future reads. One great book and one good book isn’t what you would call a bad track record by any means.

Jumping into some of the questions I had – and this was actually one I had from the previous read. With Rosa and her roommate forced guests of the Wreckers, what happens to their jobs and home? They basically get picked up off the streets and deposited into an unknown place, far away from their reality. I struggle to grasp this questionable concept as it seems to be a common theme. I also have absolutely no idea how Rosa even got involved with Evil in the first place. There wasn’t much explained regarding how they met or even how Rosa was sucked into the life.  And what are the chances that Raze is going to come out of the service, seeking a connection as a result of losing part of himself during war, and ending up in an MC as well? His role as the enforcer makes sense though given his military background. I also struggled with Raze wanting Rosa so bad and knowing she wanted him. Sure, they were much younger, but Rosa continues to plague Raze’s dreams. He’s her first kiss and “jail bait”, but once she’s old enough, Raze still stays away because she’s Johnny’s little sister. Bro code or some other rubbish excuse. Given the fact that Johnny is their biggest connection aside from undeniable desire, it would have made sense for them to turn to one another in their time of grief. But they didn’t. They both got involved in MCs. Given these questions and some glaringly unrealistic scenarios, I wasn’t able to connect as much as I wanted to with Raze and Rosa. But that doesn’t mean they didn’t entertain me. I still found the plot engaging enough to hold my interest and I can honestly say I do not regret my time spent within these pages. Once upon a time, I found toggling POVs a pain in the butt, but I have a newly discovered appreciation for them now. Such is the case within this book as I appreciated a bit more emotional depth and insight into each character with this feature that allowed a glimpse into the thought process of both Raze and Rosa.

You won’t find any sweet romance inside this MC plot. There won’t be any staring into one another’s eyes as they search for a deeper level of connection. Nope. Here it’s going to be hard, fast, and dirty. Every time. Passion within the MCs is born of lust. For the lead characters there is always overwhelming desire that cannot be slaked no matter how many times they come together. Many times they even seem completely wrong for each other initially, regardless of their magnetic attraction. There is always a rather large elephant in the room that must be dealt with prior to any possibility of a future – despite how outside of the box that future seems within this world. This has been the case with all of my MC reads thus far. If you find enjoyment inside stories full of foul language, rough men who protect their own, the women who both tame them (only behind closed doors, of course) and defy them, crazy amounts of deliciously filthy sexual situations, and a different kind of existence where brother is beholden only to another brother, then I would highly recommend trying out a read involving an MC. Oh! And if you didn’t know – MC = Motorcycle Club. While I did not make much of a connection with these two characters, there is a silver lining here. Revisiting with the Wreckers might not be my first choice when considering my next Ms. Richards book (and there definitely will be a next), but I do know there are a couple of other MCs that I did get thoroughly caught up in as well as one character in particular that I very much want to reconnect with. 😉 So take heart. If you struggle with this book at all, know that Ms. Richards has much more to offer within this exciting world. And if you found yourself enchanted and craving more, the same advice holds true. There is much more where this book came from. So dig in. I, for one, look forward to the next ride Ms. Richards takes me on.

Kindle version provided by Author in exchange for an honest review.


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