My name is Madame X.
I’m the best at what I do.
And you’d do well to follow my rules…
Hired to transform the uncultured, inept sons of the wealthy and powerful into decisive, confident men, Madame X is a master of the art of control. With a single glance she can cut you down to nothing, or make you feel like a king.
But there is only one man who can claim her body—and her soul.
Undone time and again by his exquisite dominance, X craves and fears his desire in equal measure. And while she longs for a different path, X has never known anything or anyone else—until now…
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Jasinda Wilder is a New York Times, USA Today, Wall Street Journal, and international bestselling author. She is a Michigan native and currently lives there with her family. Visit her official website at jasindawilder.com.
The New York Times bestselling author of Vicious Cycle plunges readers into a world of danger and desire in her newest in the Vicious Cycle motorcycle club romance series.
Looking for a walk on the wild side, Annabel Percy, the daughter of a powerful politician, starts dating a biker she knows is completely wrong for her. But she finds herself living a nightmare when she’s kidnapped and transported into a hell on earth she never could have imagined.
Born and bred into the Hells Raiders MC, Nathaniel “Reverend” Malloy lives and dies for his brothers. But when he becomes the unexpected savior of a rival club’s captive, Rev makes it his personal mission to nurse Annabel back to health—and to shelter her from the nightmares that torment her.
Once Annabel heals, she’s stunned to realize she is falling for the seductive man who saved her. Faced with their impossible attraction, can she accept the life he leads, or will Rev walk away from the only life he’s ever known for the woman he was never supposed to love?
Holy freaking hell! This book is cray cray! If you’re more into foo foo romance books that make even the shittiest situation somehow seem nice, then this book is not for you! There are some very prickly subjects within the confines of these pages. Some of the not so nice things life can throw at you and then some. Dig your heels in, grab a beer, a smoke, some chocolate, and a box of tissues cause you’re gonna need it!
Nathaniel “Rev” Malloy is fanfuckingtastic. He’s like the sleeping giant. He doesn’t seem to have much dialogue in the preceding book Vicious Cycle, therefore I didn’t feel like I really knew him too well until I laid my eyes on the pages of Redemption Road. This is a complex man. A man that has seen and been through some horrific ordeals and came out a tad bit fucked up on the other side. Rev has an enormous heart, he just chooses to keep it closed… until he comes to the realization that opening his heart and soul may just be what the doctor ordered to help a certain beautiful redhead with her demons!
Annabel is an exceedingly tough woman! To be violated, to be humiliated, and to be emotionally damaged like she was and still be able to hold her head up high and function fairly normal was a fete within itself. She comes from a privileged background, but you wouldn’t know it. This girl is the epitome of benevolence. She’d give you the shirt off her back and never think twice about it. When she meets Rev, I just knew those two would fit together like missing puzzle pieces. Swoon!
The supporting character cast is what it is… Deacon from VC is back and Alexandra his blushing bride… Those two are still my faves. Still making me laugh and cry! Willow is my one of the best written “kid parts” ever written… That kid makes me giggle uncontrollably. I can’t wait to see how our Bishop shapes up in the future! And of course there’s always the villian… Mendoza is the perfect candidate! Wow, I mean, wow that guys is an asspipe with an capitol A!!!!
Well, this is definitely a darker read. Not uber dark, but dark enough to shy away some of the squeamish readers. It’s funny and tragic and unexpected. The characters are incredibly relatable and their dialogue flows with ease and feels natural. It’s 336 (Kindle version) pages long and I was glued to it cover to cover!
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With my finger on my gun’s trigger, I started slowly across the marble floor. When Igot around the side of the bed, I was met with the sight of a pool of blood and a female body.
“Jesus Christ,” I muttered at the sight of the crumpled form in front of me. Shifting my guns, I dropped to the floor. It was a woman wearing only a man’s white dress shirt. Besides the blood, her body was black and blue with bruises. Someone had done a real number on her. It was obvious she had been left to die. My hand froze after I’d reached to push the strands of auburn hair out of the girl’s face. Sarah had auburn hair. Was it possible that I had unknowingly found her?
Could it be this easy?
“Sarah?” I questioned. “Sarah?” My tone had grown frantic. Her swollen eyelids fluttered at the sound of my voice. “Are you Sarah Edgeway?” “Annabel,” she whispered.
It felt like a harsh kick to the gut that it wasn’t Sarah. But at the same time, I knew I had to save this girl. Drawing her to me, I slid one of my arms under her back and the other under her legs. When I eased us off the floor, she cried out in pain. “I’m sorry. I’m going to get you help. I promise.”
She surprised me by opening her eyes and gazing up at me. “J-Jesus?” she croaked. It took me a moment to process that with my unkempt hair and beard I’d made her think of the religious figure. At the hopeful look in her bloodshot eyes, I felt terrible for having to let her down. “No, I’m Rev,” I said lamely.
My words seemed to be of little comfort to her as she grimaced in pain. “Hurts.” “I know. Stay with me. I’m going to get you out of here.”When I got to the doorway, I stuck my head out and peered left and right. It appeared to be clear, so I started out of the bed- room.
Cradling the girl in my arms made it a little more difficult to make our way through the maze of rooms. Just as I got to the doorway of the house, the stinging bite of a bullet pierced my left calf.
“Motherfucker,” I groaned before whirling around. The moment I saw it wasn’t one of our guys who might’ve shot in mistake, I started firing. I clipped the guy in the shoulder, sending him crashing to the ground.
Throwing open the front door, I waited for any gunfire in response. When everything remained silent, I eased out onto the veranda. Peering into the night, I saw one of the relief vans sitting outside the gates. My left leg dragged slightly behind me as I hustled as fast as I could. I was halfway across the courtyard when an explosion rocketed through the compound, sending me crashing to the ground.
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Katie Ashley is a New York Times, USA Today, and Amazon Best-Selling author. She lives outside of Atlanta, Georgia with her two very spoiled dogs. She has a slight obsession with Pinterest, The Golden Girls, Harry Potter, Shakespeare, Supernatural, Designing Women, and Scooby-Doo.
With a BA in English, a BS in Secondary English Education, and a Masters in Adolescent English Education, she spent 11 1/2 years educating the Youth of America aka teaching MS and HS English until she left to write full time in December 2012.