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Motorcycle Man (The Dream Man Series Book 4) Kindle Edition
Tyra Masters has had enough drama to last a lifetime. Now, she's back on track and looking forward to her new, quiet life. Until she meets the man of her dreams. The tattooed, muscled biker plies her with tequila-and the best sex of her life. She knows it isn't the tequila and hot sex talking. He's the kind of man she's always wanted. Unfortunately, he's also her new boss . . .
Kane "Tack" Allen has a rule. He doesn't employ someone he's slept with. So when he learns he spent last night in bed with his new office manager, he quickly fires Tyra. Yet when Tyra stands up to him and fights for her job, Tack is intrigued. He tells her she can keep her job on one condition: no more sex. Ever. But as things heat up between them, Tack finds that he'll be the one breaking all the rules...
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherForever
- Publication dateDecember 11, 2012
- File size1244 KB
- “Truth, honesty, perseverance, strength, love of all kinds and forgiveness are all beautiful, Tack. The most beautiful stories ever told are the most difficult to take.”Highlighted by 548 Kindle readers
- “God wouldn’t ‘a given me you and all you could give me growin’ inside you if I was not redeemed.”Highlighted by 204 Kindle readers
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In Tyra Masters, Tack has met his match. Settle in, for there are tons of sizzling sensuality, humor, and adventure to be had! Ashley's patented blend of alpha-to-the-max heroes and feisty heroines makes this truly a guaranteed winner.
-- "RT Book Reviews (4 1/2 stars)"About the Author
Kate Russell has narrated numerous audiobooks, including titles by Kristen Ashley, Joyce Meyer, and Marie Ferrarella.
Kristen Ashley grew up in Brownsburg, Indiana, and has lived in Denver and the West Country of England. She is the author of numerous books, including those in the Colorado Mountain, Dream Man, and Chaos series.
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Motorcycle Man
By Kristen AshleyGrand Central Publishing
Copyright © 2013 Kristen AshleyAll rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4555-9924-0
CHAPTER 1
I'll Make You Coffee
It was ten to eight when I held my breath and turned off Broadway into the wide,cement-covered drive that took me around the big warehouse auto supply storethat was part of Ride's operation. I made it to the forecourt of the three-baygarage that was the other part of Ride's operation.
I studied the mammoth garage as I approached.
Ride Custom Cars and Bikes, my new place of employment, was world famous. Moviestars and Saudi Arabian sheiks bought cars and bikes from them. Their cars andbikes had been in magazines and they were commissioned for movies. Everyone inDenver knew about them. Hell, everyone in Colorado knew about them, and I waspretty sure most everyone in the United States too. I was pretty sure of thisbecause I knew not that first thing about custom cars and bikes. In fact, I knewnothing about non-custom cars and bikes, but I still knew about Ride.
I also knew the Chaos Motorcycle Club owned the garage and four auto supplystores, this one in Denver, one in Boulder, another in Colorado Springs and thelast one that just opened in Fort Collins. I knew the Chaos Motorcycle Club too.They were famous because of Ride and because many of their rough-and-ready-looking members had been photographed with their custom bikes and cars.
I also knew them because I'd partied with them.
And that day I was starting as the new office manager of the garage.
And that day was only one, single day after I'd been laid by Tack, the presidentof Chaos Motorcycle Club and, essentially, my boss.
And lastly, that day was only one single day and one single night after Tack hadslam, bam, thank you ma'am'ed me.
"God," I whispered to my windshield as I parked in front and just beside thesteps that led up to the door next to the triple bays of the garage, a door witha sign over it that said "Office," "I'm such a stupid, stupid,idiot."
But I wasn't an idiot. No, I was a slut.
I didn't know how to cope with being a slut. I'd never been one before. I didnot jump into bed with men I barely knew. I did not have flights of fancy whereI thought they were beautiful, perfect, motorcycle man daydreams come to lifeand therefore did tequila shots with them and then had hours of wild, crazy,delicious, fantastic sex with them.
That was not me at all.
I was not the kind of person who lived life like Tack did. I was thirty-five andI had lived a careful, quiet, risk-free life. I weighed decisions. I measuredpros versus cons. I wrote lists. I made plans. I organized. I thought ahead. Inever took one step where I wasn't absolutely certain where my foot would land.And if I found myself in a situation that was unsure, I exited said situation,pronto.
Until two months ago, when I looked at my life and the toxic people in it and Iknew I had to get out.
So I got out. I didn't plan it. I didn't measure the pros and cons. I didn'torganize my exit strategy. I didn't think ahead. When I'd had the epiphany andrealized where I was, how dangerous it was, how unhealthy it was, I had no ideawhere I'd land when I jumped off the ride that was my life. I just straightenedfrom my desk chair at work, grabbed my personal belongings, shoved them in a boxand walked out. I didn't even tell my boss I was going. I just went.
And I didn't go back.
For the next two months I bought the paper every Wednesday and opened it to thewant ads section. On each page of the want ads, I closed my eyes and pointed. IfI was qualified for the job my finger touched, I applied for it.
That was the extent of my plan.
My best friend, Lanie, thought I was nuts. I couldn't say she was wrong. I hadno idea what I was doing, why I was doing it, where I was going and what wouldhappen once I got there.
All I knew was that I had to do it.
So I was.
Now I was here and here was where I decided I needed to be. I'd spent all daythe day before trying to figure out if I should show for my new job or not. I'dscrewed everything up, literally, and I hadn't even started the job yet. Ididn't want to see Tack. I never wanted to see him again. The very thought wasso humiliating, I felt my skin burning and I had that very thought nearlyconstantly since I slid out of his bed, dressed and, mortified, slithered out ofhis room.
But I had been out of work for two months. I had a nest egg but I also had amortgage. I had to find employment. I had to start my life again. Whatever I wassupposed to be doing, I had to do it. Whatever I needed to find, I had to findit.
There was no going back now. I'd jumped out of the roller coaster at the top ofthe crest, just before it took the plunge and I was falling.
I had to land sometime and it was here that I was going to land.
So I'd been a slut. There were lots of sluts out there, hundreds of thousands ofthem. Maybe millions. They went to work every day and some of them surely wentto a workplace where there were people with whom they'd had sex. They probablydidn't blink. Their skin probably didn't burn with mortification. They probablydidn't care. They probably just found a new workmate or random guy that madetheir heart beat faster and their skin tingle with excitement and then theyslept with him. They probably liked it. No, they probably loved it.
That was part of life, wasn't it? That was part of living, right? You did stupidstuff because it felt good and if you screwed up, you moved on. Everyone didthat. Everyone.
Now, even me.
And damn it, I'd been on a scary, freaky roller coaster for a long freakingtime. That whole time, I had my eyes closed and ignored the scary, freaky stuffthat was happening around me. I was too scared to open my eyes and take a riskon life.
No more of that.
So I slept with my boss. Who cared?
I sucked in a deep breath, hitched my purse on my shoulder, threw the door to mycar open and got out. Then I looked around the space. It was early and clearlybikers didn't do early. There was no one there. There was a line of bikes, fiveof them parked in front of the Compound, which was a long, rectangular buildingto the side of the forecourt separating the garage from the auto supply store.There was a beat-up pickup truck parked behind the auto supply store. Nothingelse. No movement. No sound.
Eloise was supposed to meet me at eight to show me the ropes. I figured I wasearly but I walked up the steps and tried the door anyway. It was locked. Iturned to face the forecourt and looked at my watch. Seven minutes to eight.
I'd wait.
I took my purse off my shoulder, dug my cell out, slid my purse straps back overmy shoulder and texted Lanie.
I'm here.
Approximately five seconds later, Lanie texted back.
OMG! Why? Are you nuts?
I'd told my best friend about the motorcycle club party I'd attended and I'dtold her about my new boss's slam, bam, thank you ma'am. I did this in anattempt to stop my skin from burning when I thought of it because every girlknew, a problem shared with her best friend was a problem lost. Though I'dlearned a new life lesson, and this was that those problems mostly werediscussions of what to wear on first dates or whether or not you should investin that fabulous wrought iron wine rack from Pottery Barn and not the fact thatyou'd had a one-night stand with your new boss. I learned this because evenafter sharing with Lanie, it didn't help.
Lanie was of a mind that I shouldn't show at my new job and what I should do wasmy want-ad finger-pointing thing for another two months, or twelve, just as longas I never entered Tack's breathing space again. Then again, Lanie had a reallygood job as an advertising executive and was living with her fiancé, Elliott.She didn't have to worry about her nest egg depleting not only because she wastalented, in great demand and therefore made a more than decent salary but alsobecause Elliott was a genius computer programmer and made big bucks. Huge. Shewas spending ten thousand dollars on flowers alone for her wedding. Theircatering budget sent my heart into spasm. And her dress cost more than my car.
My thumb went across the number pad and I texted back, Not nuts. I need apaycheck.
Five seconds later, Lanie texted, What if you see him?
I was prepared for that and I'd spent a lot of time preparing for seeing Tackagain. Indeed, I'd spent all night doing it considering I had all of two hoursof sleep.
If I see him, I see him, I texted back. I'm embracing my innerslut.
To this, I received, You don't have an inner slut!!! You're Tyra Masters.Tyra Masters is NOT a slut!!!
She is now, I replied, adding, or she was Saturday night.
No more flying solo, Lanie texted in return, then right on its heels came,Any and all future social events you attend, I'm your wingman.
I smiled at my phone, heard a door slam and my head came up. Then my lungsseized.
Shit! There was Tack standing outside the door to the Club's Compound. He waswearing faded jeans, motorcycle boots and a skin-tight white t-shirt. Even froma distance I could see his hair was a sexy, messy bed head. And I knew why sincehe was currently making out with a tall, thin, dark-haired woman, and when I saymaking out, I mean making out. They were going at it, her hands at hisfantastic ass, his hands at hers.
God, I'd been in his bed Saturday night and he had a new woman in his bed lastnight, Sunday. And he hadn't walked me to the door and made out with me to saygood-bye. Hell, he hadn't even said good-bye.
Damn.
I closed my eyes tight and swallowed and when I did, it hurt ... a lot.
Okay, maybe I couldn't do this.
I opened my eyes and pinned them to the phone, my thumb flying over the numberpad.
He just walked out of the Compound, I told Lanie.
Two seconds later, I received, OMG!!!!
He's making out with a brunette, I informed her.
OMG!! OMG!!! OMG!!!! Get out of there! Lanie texted back.
I heard an engine cough to life and lifted my head to see the brunette in thebeat-up pickup. My eyes slid to Tack to see his on me. My gaze shot back to thetruck to see the brunette was waving at Tack but he was done with her. I knewthis because she was waving at him but when I looked back to him he was notpaying a bit of attention to her and was walking my way.
I looked back down at my phone and typed in, She's taking off. He's comingto me.
I sent my message and stared at the phone, not lifting my head and trying hardnot to bite my lip or, say, have an embarrassment-induced seizure.
"Red," I heard when my phone beeped in my hand, and luckily I didn't have tolift my head immediately because I was reading Lanie's latest message.
Escape, Tyra, go, go, go!!!!
"Red," I heard from closer, and I finally lifted my head to see that Tack wasthree of the eight steps up and climbing toward me.
He looked good. Everything about him looked good. The way his clothes fit. Theway his hair looked like he'd just got out of bed and run his fingers throughit. The way those lines radiated out the sides of his eyes. The way his bodymoved.
Nope, I couldn't be a slut. I should have listened to Lanie.
"Hey," I forced out.
My skin started burning and I was pretty sure it was pink top to toe as his eyesslid the length of me. When he made it to the top of the steps, he looked downat me and he didn't look happy.
"What're you doin' here?" he asked.
I stared at him, surprised. I mean, I'd told him on Saturday night I was his newoffice manager.
Didn't I?
So I said, "I work here."
"You what?"
"I work here."
His eyes did a top-to-toe again then he repeated after me, "You work here."
"Yes, Eloise hired me. I'm taking over for her. I'm your new office manager."
He stared down at me and he didn't look any less unhappy. In fact, he lookedunhappier.
Then he stated, "You're shittin' me."
I fought against biting my lip again, succeeded and shook my head.
Apparently, Tack wasn't a big fan of working alongside women he'd loved andleft. Or, in my case, loved and then kicked out of his bed.
I found this interesting, not in a good way, but it was interesting nonetheless.
Then Tack announced, "You don't work here anymore."
I blinked up at him as my hand automatically reached out and grasped the railingbeside me.
"What?" I whispered.
"Babe, not good," he growled. "What the fuck were you thinkin'?"
"About what?" I asked.
He leaned in and it hit my fogged, stunned, fired-before-I-even-started brainthat he was even unhappier than before, and I had to admit, it was a littlescary.
"I do not work with bitches who've had my dick in their mouth," he declared, andthat was when my skin stopped burning and felt like it was combusting.
"But," I started when I could speak again, "I thought I told you I was your newoffice manager."
"You did not," he returned.
"I'm pretty sure I did," I told him.
"You didn't," he replied.
"No, I think I did."
He leaned even closer to me and growled, "Red. You. Did. Not."
"Okay," I whispered because he was now definitely scaring me but also because Iactually wasn't pretty sure I did, I was just kind of sure I did.
"I do not fuck anyone who's got my signature on their paycheck," he again madehis opinion perfectly clear, and my mind raced to find a solution to this newdilemma at the same time it struggled with fighting back the urge to run as fastas I could to my car and peel right the heck out of Ride Custom Cars and Bikesforecourt and get as far away from this freaking scary guy as I could.
I mean, what was I thinking? I thought he was beautiful. Perfect. My motorcycledream man.
Boy, was I wrong. Very, very wrong. He wasn't. He was a rough-and-readymotorcycle man, the president of a motorcycle club, and he was downrightfrightening.
With effort, I pulled myself together.
Then I told him, "Okay, that works for me. Minor blip. We forget it happened andsince it's never going to happen again, we move on from this and you don't haveto break your no-sleeping-with-employees rule in order to, um ... employ me."
"We forget it happened?" he asked, looking even angrier.
"Uh ... yeah," I answered.
"The rule's broken, babe, no unbreaking it," he returned.
"It's not broken," I told him.
"Red, it's broken."
"It isn't."
"It is."
"It isn't," I stated, and he opened his mouth to speak again, his face hard, hiseyes flashing and I quickly went on to explain my reasoning. "See, you said youdon't sleep with anyone who's got your signature on their paycheck. Eloise hiredme but I hadn't actually started. So, I didn't have your signature on mypaycheck because I'd only had the job offer. I wasn't actually doing the job. Iwalk in that door," I pointed to the office door, "that's when I'm your employeeand since we're not, erm ... you know ... and won't again, then, technically,you didn't break your rule and, um ... won't."
"I know what you taste like," he informed me of something I already knew.
This was an odd and slightly rude thing to share so I had no response.
"And what you sound like when you come," he continued being rude.
This was not getting better and I clenched my teeth to stop myself biting mylip.
"And how fuckin' greedy you are," he went on. "Babe, you think you're around I'mnot gonna want seconds, you're fuckin' crazy."
I blinked.
Then I asked quietly, "What?"
"Darlin', you're the greediest piece of ass I've had in my bed in a long fuckin'time. I got a taste for greedy, you think I'm not gonna take it?"
Now he was definitely being rude.
"I'm not greedy," I whispered.
He leaned back. "Jesus, you fuckin' are. So fuckin' hungry, you nearly wore meout. And, darlin', that's sayin' something."
This was already not fun and it was getting less fun by the second.
"Can we not talk about this?" I requested.
"Yeah, absolutely, we can not talk about this. That works for me. It also worksfor me you showed since you didn't leave your number before you took off onSaturday. So give me your number, get your ass in your car and I'll call youwhen I got a taste for you."
Oh my God. Did he just say that?
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About the author
Kristen Ashley is the New York Times bestselling author of over eighty romance novels. She’s a hybrid author, publishing titles both independently and traditionally, her books have been translated in fourteen languages and she’s sold millions of books.
In December 2022, Kristen published the second in her Wild West MC series, SMOKE AND STEEL, the love story of Hellen and Core. In March, she'll release the THE GIRL IN THE WOODS, the second in her romantic thriller series, Misted Pines. She'll also publish her first-ever murder mystery romance in an episodic format on Kindle Vella.
Kristen, born in Gary and raised in Brownsburg, Indiana and was a fourth generation graduate of Purdue University. Since, she has lived in Denver, the West Country of England, and she now resides in Phoenix. She worked as a charity executive for eighteen years prior to beginning her independent publishing career. She now writes full-time.
Although romance is her genre, the prevailing themes running through all of Kristen’s novels are friendship, family and a strong sisterhood. To this end, and as a way to thank her readers for their support, Kristen has created the Rock Chick Nation, a series of programs that are designed to give back to her readers and promote a strong female community.
You can learn more about Kristen and the Rock Chick Nation on her website: www.KristenAshley.net
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Motorcycle Man by Kristen Ashley is exactly how I like my books: grabbing, well-written, funny, exciting with lovable and hot characters who have decent compelling stories! This book is an epitome of why I love to read! It had it all, it was a pure pleasure to read:
Plot:
Motorcycle Man is the fourth and last book in The Dream Man series. It tells the story of Tyra and Tack. Tyra gets an office job at Ride Custom Cars and Bikes which is owned by Chaos Motorcycle Club. When she shows up to her first working day, she meets with her new boss... who is the man she was in bed and had a lot of hot sex with and who basically kicked her out of the bed after that. Kane "Tack" Allen is equally surprised seeing her there, telling her, that he doesn't work with woman he has shared bed with. He makes that crystal clear.
Tyra needs the job desperately and throws a feisty fit, which surprises Tack. Tyra refuses to leave and Tack is not making her staying easy. Tyra promises that she will never ever have sex with him and that he does not even have to worry about it.
Well, never say never.
What I loved:
There are so many things I loved about the book, that I don't even know where to start from.
Writing was beautiful! There were a lot of text usable for wonderful quotes in this book! The writing style was amazing.
It was funny, I laughed a lot while reading. The author seems to have a great sense of humor
The subplots were fascinating - Tyra getting to know Tack's kids and past, Tyra's past, Lanie's and Elliott's story, Chaos MC. There was a lot woven into this book which made this book a page turner. I was up until 4 AM to finish it, because I did not WANT to put this book away, and I know I will re-read this book more than once. It was simply that good.
The romance was filled with chemistry, but it wasn't flawless - it seemed real, because in real life people do fight, they have ups and downs and so did . The romance was also hot, sizzling hot. It was also one of the most beautiful romances I have read. I think the chemistry between the characters was what made it believable and down to earth.
The dialogue was excellent. While reading I was thinking, that the author is mastering the art. I also remember thinking: Do men really talk like that? So sweet and beautiful? Of course, the fact I haven't met any man who speaks like Tack did, does not mean they don't exist. But the words used in the dialogue made me think how beautiful a language can be. Even the ugly words fit in.
Epilogue of the book was breathtaking! It seems that Kristen Ashley is a master of writing epilogues! I loved the epilogue of Law Man and the epilogue of Motorcycle man was simply hair-raisingly beautiful. It made me cry.
Characters! The word "like" is not enough to describe how much I loved the character. Heck, even the word "love" doesn't suffice. What I enjoyed mostly was that they weren't perfect or flawless, they were just so incredibly real.
Characters:
I loved Tyra! She was feisty and independent and brave. They way she took in Tack, his kids, being a biker babe and the whole freaking Chaos MC was adorable! I loved the sassyness and that stood her ground, but also gave in when she realized she made a mistake or was wrong about something. I wanted to clap my hands when I read the scene where she furiously was bitch slapping a guy who hurt Tabby (Tack's daughter) or when she fought Naomi after Naomi called her the c-word. Awesome lady!
Tack went very quickly to my top favorite male leads. I was intrigued by him in the previous book in the series and was happy that he got a whole book! The kindness and sweetness he gave to his friend's wife Mara in Law Man was great, but the love and action he gave to Tyra, was fabulous!
Tack was hot, good looking, tough, bad ass biker and owner of Ride Custom Cars and Bikes and the president of the Chaos Motorcycle Club. Besides the toughness, he is also deeply sweet and odes anything to protect his old lady and kids. That is beautiful. A man who makes you safe and allows you to be who you are and who you want to be. Loved him.
I adored Tack's children Tabby and Rush. I have already read Taby's book and I can't wait to read Rush's book.
There were many other characters in the book worth mentioning, but the list would simply be too long to place in the review. Let's just say, that the whole biker bunch in Chaos is interesting!
Quotes:
"Truth, Honesty, perseverance, strength, love of all kinds and forgiveness are all beautiful,Tack. The most beautiful stories ever tõld are the most difficult to täke." - Tyra to Tack
”Life’s a roller coaster. Best damn ride in the park. You don’t close your eyes, hold on and wait for it to be over, babe. You keep your eyes open, lift your hands straight up in the air and enjoy the ride for as long as it lasts.” - Tack to Tyra
”The ride is not over but if I can keep my Club together and find a sweet, feisty woman who’s got my back and enough to her that she’ll stay there, holding me up not dragging me down, I figure I’d find my way to beauty eventually. And I’d find absolution because I’d know, I earned the love of that woman, a woman who’s got so much to her it’ll take years to dig down and find the heart of her, that would be my reward.” - Tack to Tyra
“The perfect I was looking for wasn’t perfection. The perfect I was looking for was the one. And he was you.” - Tyra to Tack
“I like everything about you, honey. Lived in black and white seems like all my life. Never noticed. Not until you colored my world.” - Tyra to Tack
“Every day somethin' new. Will I ever get to the heart of you?”
“I’m not your absolution, honey. You earned it before you met me.”
“You’re my reward.”
- Dialogue between Tyra and Tack
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I rest my case.
Generally:
I rest my case. It was an excellently written book with characters that melt your heart. Simple as that!
Tyra was a fabulous heroine; she was sweet, caring, funny, sexy, honest and just kept rolling with the punches. I could really relate to her throughout the entire story - how she handled working around a bunch of "rough & tumble" men without blinking an eye, how she felt about and acted around Tack: no matter how much he might have scared her or pissed her off, she was always up front & honest about it with him (therefore we had communication breakdowns & misunderstandings, but the author never broke them up, which usually just pisses me off!!!!!), how she acted towards his kids and many other examples. I really, REALLY liked that she had backbone!! Too many heroines are being written with absolutely zero balance between the sweet feminine and standing up for themselves. Tyra didn't let Tack walk all over her - when she had an issue or was pissed at him, she let him know about it so he wouldn't keep on doing it. And she turned out to be just the right balance of sweet & cute, sexy and "badass biker babe"...loved her!!!!!
Tack....oh wonderfully masculine & Alpha Tack....tall, dark & handsome Tack. He was absolutely fascinating as a Hero. By far my absolute fave Alpha male out of all the stories I've read (and I've prolly read 100's, if not more!!!!!). I loved how he communicated with Tyra: up close & personal - either caged between his body and a wall or caged between his body and the bed - he didn't allow her to run away until she fully understood what he was sayin and where he was coming from. It was different, I've never read about two people communicating like that, but I found I LOVED that about him! I really liked how he refused to let go of Tyra just because of a fight or a misunderstanding. Big, huge bonus points on that front!! I like sweet, my husband is super sweet, I was raised by an incredibly sweet father so I'm used to sweet...even I don't think I'd be able to handle Tack's sweet! Dayyyum when he turned it on I just completely melted!!!! As others have mentioned, Tack could be a jerk, completely WAS a jerk in the beginning but in my opinion, he went quite a ways to redeem himself not only by explaining himself but also by being incredibly sweet thru his actions towards Tyra and his words, "And you are not gonna expose that soft spot you got that I like and wanna protect and take that away from me either." Ugh, I melted!!!!!
The story felt real, the plot flowed nonstop making it a definite page-turner that I never dragged on. KA spent a lot of time developing her characters and it really showed by not having "useless" secondary characters that weren't pertinent to the story. Everyone had a place and everyone was in their place making me really hope for them to get their own stories with their own HEA's. I loved Tabby & Rush and their dynamics with Tack and Tyra. I really loved Dog & Brick and can't wait to see if they're gonna be getting stories. I've read mixed reviews on Tabby & Shy's story but I'll end up reading it regardless because of how "hawt" Tyra described Shy to be and I just adore Tabby. All in all, an excellent story full of action, love, heart-wrenching moments, heart-melting moments, humor and much, much more. I don't typically give out 5*'s unless a book fully moves me, and MM MOVED me & stuck with me for DAYS!!!! You know you've read a great book when you've experienced the full range of emotions, it wraps up nicely in the end and you STILL want more when the final page is turned!! Loved Motorcycle Man so much and now I've got to go back to the beginning of the Dream Man series and start it, lol, although to be completely honest, I'm not too hyped to read about Tack & Gwen...maybe I'll read Wild first so Tack & Tyra aren't fresh in my mind for Mystery!!
I 100% recommend this book to anyone and everyone!!
Top reviews from other countries
Throw me a bone here KA, and stop making me fall in love with fictionally characters!! IT IS SIMPLY NOT FAIR!
Tack was beyond dreamy! Oh boy - he was strong, alpha, handsome, bossy, loyal, AND HE WAS SWEET!
I am pulling a Tyra here! JOSIE CAN’T HANDLE SWEET EITHER!😍 And the throat thing - swoooooning!
And Tyra. Lovely Tyra. She wasn’t my favorite of KA’s female leads, but I still loved her. Loved that she didn’t settle. Loved how protective she was. Loved her spirit and loved that she went after her dream.
And the plot. Guys, the plot was action-packed. It was drama filled (crazy ex is my FIX!!), it was beautiful and it was uncut. Such a well rounded way to finish up a series👏 Everything collided and made sense.
KA just creates these stories that goes straight to your heart, and stays there. I have said this before, and I will say it again. KA is a QUEEN!
See, I have read chaos all out of order, and I read the Dream Man series all out of order, so I got to see some, well a lot, of the HEA from Tyra and Tack, with the first two books in the Chaos series. Having this, makes me savour those two even more. Having this, makes me love Tack and Tyra loads more
All the imperfect, all the things that life throws at you, and taking it in stride, learning to fight what you can't change but need to. Walking away for a breath when needed, and showing your emotions because you can't hold them in. You think as you read, this is all about Tyra, and almost too late, you realize it is all about Tack as well
Sexy, frustrating, and, have the tissues ready for the tears of joy and sadness, there couldn't have been a more better end to this series. Nor, could there have been a better set up for the MC to get their own., loved it all!
j 'ai toujours aimé lire les livres de Kristen Ashely
et là encore je ne suis pas déçu