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:
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:
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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