Lanie Heron isn’t looking for love—no surprise, considering her last serious relationship nearly got her killed. So when Lanie propositions Hop Kincaid, all she wants is one wild night with the hot-as-hell biker who patrols with the Chaos Motorcycle Club...
For Hop, Lanie has always been untouchable. She’s too polished and too classy for his tastes. But when she gives Hop the once-over with her bedroom eyes and offers him a night in paradise, he can’t say no. And he doesn’t regret it when he finds that Lanie is the best thing that’s ever happened to him—in or out of bed. Now the trick will be to convince her of that.
Lanie Heron is so done with men. Her last relationship ended in the worst possible way – in the death and heartbreak. She has held it together with the help of her best friend, Tyra, Tyra’s family and the Chaos MC. They have opened their arms and embraced all that she is but one member in particular makes her feel things that she wishes she didn’t. So with nothing to lose, she asks Hopper “Hop” Kincaid for one night and one night only. It’s just sex – or that’s what she wants to believe.
“If you had nothing, you couldn’t feel more pain because you had nothing to lose.”
“That’s the point I’m tryin’ to make. If you don’t know shit, you don’t feel shit. You breathe easy if you take a chance on me. What I do, I do. What the Club does, it does. You’ll learn to trust me, the brothers, Tack. I don’t use you as a shield. I am the goddamn shield, and I’m not talkin’ about bullets because shit like that does not touch old ladies. Ever. I’m talkin’ about assholes with monster trucks. I’m talkin’ about Club business, life, every second you live, every breath you take. You take a chance on me, your biggest worry is your 7Up fizzing over.”
These characters are so much deeper at second glance and I loved that we got to catch up with Tyra and my man, Tack. (I still have a HUGE crush on him!) Kristen also helped me remember a bit of my childhood with the Bob Seger references. One of my earliest musical memories is hearing his song “Main Street” playing as my Mum made dinner on the weekends.
“Then Hopper Kincaid, badass biker and hot guy, sang Bob Seger’s “You’ll Accomp’ny Me” straight to me. Straight. To. Me. Words I’d heard time and again (and enumerable times recently) came from his beautiful lips and pummeled right into me. Exquisite pain. The kind you wanted to feel every day for the rest of your life. It was the pain of finally having something you wanted. Something you’d longed for. Longed for since you had memories. Something life taught you to believe you’d never have. Something, if you lived without it, it left a void in your soul you knew would never be filled. Something, without it, you knew you’d never be whole.”