Revenge.
I race to finance it.
I evade to protect it.
I kill to attain it.
I planned everything.
Except her.
The alluring, curvaceous blonde at the finish line.
With sapphire eyes that cheat and lie.
Whose powerful family murdered mine.
I hate her.
I want her.
I know she’s hiding something.
But so am I.
Release Day → January 12th, 2015
My Review
Even though Kaci is married, she longs for love. Logan is
dead set on revenge, but will the discovery of Kaci change his plans?
Throttle your engines and hold on for a hot sexy ride. A thrilling
mystery. Who’s the man on the bike and why does he turn Kaci on? She has so
much to lose, but she can’t stop herself from wanting him, wanting anyone to
hold her at night. To be ‘her person’.
Revenge. That’s what drives him. He needs to bring down the
empire that killed his mother and so many other innocent people.
Complicated, intense. Dirty & sexy! Grabbed me from the
first chapter. I really got into this book. It’s something new for me, the sexy
motorcycle driver and the ‘older’ executive woman. Kaci & Logan light up
the pages with their chemistry. They put me on the edge of my seat…..wanting to
know what came next for them. It had me guessing at every turn. Even up to the
very end it’s packed with twists and turns. And WOW! There is some super serious sexy time
happening here.
How was this story going to play out? Were they willing to
sacrifice everything they have achieved and their goals to be together? Can
they trust their secrets to each other?
Theirs are the dirty ties that bind.
Addicted
Excerpt
He knelt over my attacker, his strength visible in the stretch of the jacket over his back and
shoulders. His helmet cocked, angled in my direction. “I had this.”
Oh my God, his voice. Okay, it was definitely synthesized, his timbre humming with an
electronic overlay, but it was deep and gravelly and so goddamned sexy.
Pull yourself together, Kaci. He was far more dangerous than the man who just attacked
me.
“Get out of here.” I nodded to the street behind me, and as if on cue, another squad car zoomed
by. “I’ll hold him until you’re gone.”
What was I saying? I didn’t want him to leave.
I thought I heard a chuckle, but couldn’t be sure with the whine of sirens and exhaust pipes. He
looked back at my attacker, swung an arm, and knocked him out. Damn. Okay, that worked
too.
I lowered the gun. “You won the race?”
“Of course.” He rose and erased the distance between us in three strides.
My nerves shivered, overloaded and amped up, and oh God, he was just standing there,
heating the air around me, staring at me. What did he want? I opened my mouth to spew a
gushing thank you.
He snatched the gun from my hand.
What the? “Give that ba—”
He lifted my chin and stroked a gloved finger over the nicks on my throat. Each caress irritated
the cuts, but I didn’t want him to stop. He raised the finger in front of my visor, blood soaking the
leather tip. “Have you learned your lesson?”
His voice reverberated through me, and my knees weakened. Even with the electronic
distortion, he sounded pissed.
My heart panted, and a throb swelled, hot and needy, between my legs. All because of a
pissed-off synthesized voice? I might’ve just swallowed my self-respect, but I couldn't help it. My
body had one mission, and that mission vibrated against me like he wanted to tear me in half.
Damn me to hell, but my inner muscles clenched at the thought.
I touched my throat and flinched at the bite of pain. “It’s just a scratch.”
The reflection of my helmet in his visor wavered as he shook his head. He gazed down on me
as if he were…considering something? God, I wished I could see his face, his eyes.
His finger returned to my throat, trailed a path beneath my chin, lifting it and catching on the
edge of the helmet. He tugged it, like he wanted to rip off the shield and see my eyes, too. “Get
on your bike, sweetheart.”
He flicked the safety on the gun and gripped my shoulders, turning my body to face the bike.
Both bikes. His and mine side-by-side. Oh, how I loved the sight of that.
His fingers touched my hip, slipping beneath my jacket to stroke my bare skin. I trembled
against the brush of his glove, until he opened his mouth. “This is your last race.”
The temperature in my helmet rose by ten degrees, and my cheeks inflamed. I glared at him
over my shoulder. “Excuse me?”
Smack. A stinging jolt of fire rippled over my ass, and I shuffled forward. He fucking hit me! I
placed my hands on the bike’s seat, and unbidden, a grin took hold of my face. He fucking
spanked me.
About the Author
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author, Pam Godwin, lives in the Midwest with her
husband, their two children, and a foulmouthed parrot. When she ran away, she traveled
fourteen countries across five continents, attended three universities, and married the vocalist of
her favorite rock band.
Java, tobacco, and dark romance novels are her favorite indulgences, and might be considered
more unhealthy than her aversion to sleeping, eating meat, and dolls with blinking eyes.
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