REV by JC Emery
Series: Bayonet Scars #3
Genres: Biker, Romance
Everyone belongs somewhere. Even the misfits. With the looming threat from the Mancuso Crime Family, the Forsaken Motorcycle Club is preparing for a war that could destroy them. Grady, the club’s Sergeant-at-Arms, knows that love makes you weak, and he has zero interest in adding to his liabilities– especially now. He’s already got his teenage daughter who keeps him on his toes and a beef within the club that could fracture his relationship with a fellow brother for good. For Holly Mercer, her life is finally getting on track and the last thing she wants is trouble from her hometown’s resident outlaws. Keeping her nose clean is easier said than done, when suddenly she finds herself embroiled in club business. Holly might like the idea of being with a real-life bad boy, but even being in the same room with tough-as-nails Grady flusters her. When Holly inadvertently finds herself on Mancuso’s radar, she has two choices: trust that Grady will protect her, or continue to refuse the club’s help. Both roads are dangerous, but only one has the chance to damage her beyond repair. Love is never more dangerous than when it can destroy you.Buy the Book •
“You see that- that nervous excitement you’re feeling? I’m under your skin. You don’t have to like it, but I’m there,” -Grady
The third book in JC Emery’s Bayonet Scars is my favorite so far! REV follows the clubs Sergeant-at-Arms, Grady and a local girl Holly Mercer. Holly has recently moved back to town and has started working at the local high school. Grady is knee deep in club business and has just lost his best friend to the fight with the Mancuso family.
Several incidents throw these two together and the sexual tension oozes from the pages. Grady in true Forsaken Motorcycle Club fashion comes off like a complete jerk. Which is one of my favorite parts of this series. They are not heart and flowers stories. The characters are raw and real. They have issues, lash out and are by no means perfect. The slow build up of Grady and Holly finally getting together was fantastic! I could not wait to see what would come out of his mouth next!
If you like Biker series this is one you do not want to pass up! Bikers vs. Mafia. Win/Win
I do wish there was a bit more of the story surrounding the Mancuso Family, but I’m sure the next book will address that? 4.5 Stars!
“We need to have a talk,” he says in the quietest way possible. I try to nod, but his grip kind of immobilizes my head.
“Okay,” I whisper. He turns us just slightly and slowly walks me backward. It’s awkward, walking like this, with his feet practically stepping all over mine, and me being unable to see where I’m going, much less the path we’re taking. A shadow falls over as we enter the small nook around the corner from the hall that leads down to Mr. Beck’s office. I hit a hard surface that I recognize as the door to the janitor’s closet, and Grady stops, now absolutely flush against me. I breathe slightly easier knowing that Margot can’t see us from her desk, because whatever is happening here is plenty embarrassing without having to re-live it via the gossip chain He’s much larger in such close proximity, with his entire body resting against mine and his hand cradling my neck. Slowly, he tilts my neck so that I’m forced to face him.
“You threw twenty-five grand out of a moving vehicle,” he says.
“I’m crazy,” I say immediately. He smashes his lips together, which distracts me from the whole intense eyeball thing he’s got going on. His lips part and he pulls in a deep, shuttered breath. I try to form a coherent sentence, but it’s difficult. He’s kind of intoxicating in this small space. “You make me crazy.”
“Why don’t we just get this out of the way, huh?” he says quietly. “I want to taste your pussy.” My face heats at the thought of him putting his tongue to a good use for once. Pressure builds in my head, and it’s only then that I realize I’ve stopped breathing.
“You see that—that nervous excitement you’re feeling? I’m under your skin. You don’t have to like it, but I’m there,” he says so quietly it comes out as a whisper. He reaches out with his free hand and strokes my arm with a single finger. His touch is light, but it sends chills down my spine. “Something you should know about me, babe. I don’t go into shit blind. You think I don’t know you, but I do. I know every asshole who’s been inside of you, I know every place you’ve called home—even the places you don’t want me to know about. I know the way you like your coffee, and I know how you think. The shit I don’t know, you’ll tell me. Eventually, I’m going to know every dirty little part of you, and if you think I make you crazy now, just wait until I bury my dick inside you.”
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