The Hopeless Romantics Book Blog are pleased to be a part of the Blog Tour & Giveaway for Kristen Ashley's "Walk through fire (Chaos #4)."
Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/1Qp3zIy
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Synopsis:
Millie Cross knows what it's like to burn for someone. She was young and wild and he was fierce and even wilder-a Chaos biker who made her heart pound. They fell in love at first sight and life was good, until she learned she couldn't be the woman he needed and made it so he had no choice but to walk away. Twenty years later, Millie's chance run-in with her old flame sparks a desire she just can't ignore. And this time, she won't let him ride off . . .
Bad boy Logan "High" Judd has seen his share of troubles with the law. Yet it was a beautiful woman who broke him. After ending a loveless marriage, High is shocked when his true love walks back into his life. Millie is still gorgeous, but she's just a ghost of her former self. High's intrigued at the change, but her betrayal cut him deep-and he doesn't want to get burned again. As High sinks into meting out vengeance for Millie's betrayal, he'll break all over again when he realizes just how Millie walked through fire for her man...
Review: Surj
I love a Kristen Ashley novel because honestly, I know exactly what I'm getting and that is a beautiful, heart pounding, swoon worthy romance that more often than not has me turning to mush at the drop of a hat. If it isn't her amazing way with words, it's her original yet unpredictable story lines. If it isn't that, it's her hot as hell alpha's that bring me to my knees or her kick ass heroines that make me want to be like them. Yup, you gotta love a KA book. However, in all the years I have been reading books by this author, never can I recall one making me cry.... until "Walk through Fire." In fact the minute I turned the first page, the words, the dialogue, the characters and the storyline had me hooked and when I awoke at 4am because I couldn't get this damn book out of my head, never in a million years did I think I'd find myself crying my heart out, having had my soul completely shattered. Yup, 4am and I was trying desperately not to wake my husband as the sobs wracked my whole body, this story completely consuming me and leaving me devastated. Who knew a KA book could do that to you? Well now I know and honest to god, I absolutely loved it. A book that can have such an effect on you can only mean one thing... this was one hell of an amazing read. Ladies and gents, be prepared to have your emotions put to the test.
"You're bawlin' your eyes out," he repeated.
"The hallmark of good writing," she returned.
(This quote was in the book and I couldn't agree more... TRUTH!!!).
"Walk through Fire" told the story of Millie and Logan... two characters who were very obviously hurting deeply as a result of a past that had gone horribly wrong. Unfortunately that hurt manifested itself as an ugliness that had only grown in intensity over the decades this couple had been apart. It was an ugliness I wouldn't wish on anyone. It was harsh and at times, damn well brutal but for the life of me, I couldn't work out what could possibly have happened that would lead to this... hate? Chapters from the past told a story of a beautiful, young love between teenagers who had mapped out their whole lives. They were soul mates who belonged together. They were going to get married, have kids... the whole kit and caboodle. Chapters from the present showed a couple who couldn't stand each other. There were times they were absolutely vile to one another and that really cute deep and was a stark contract to years gone by. I couldn't wait to unravel the secrets that had so obviously been buried deep.
"Every woman on this goddamned earth wants a man like that to feel like that about them
and you had it and you fuckin' tossed it away like it was garbage."
I loved everything about this book. From Logan (who infuriated me at the start but won me over very quickly) to Millie who was hell of a sassy, beautiful, selfless woman. From the main plot which was the love story between this couple to the sub plots, one which involved the Chaos MC and their enemies and one which involved Logan's family. Then of course there were the girls... Tyra, Lanie, Tab, Dot, Elvira (I freakin' love that woman) and of course Shirleen and their meddling ways. If it wasn't meddling in relationships, it was meddling in their men's business and that caused a whole heap of trouble but in the most entertaining of ways.
"We were on an assignment. now we're on a mission. Regroup for tactical
strategy meeting, tonight, cosmos and boards, my house."
And not forgetting the men.. Malik, Hawk, Mitch, Brock and the rest that all made an appearance and had me grinning like a cheshire cat.
I loved reconnecting with the Chaos Family. It was like coming home for me and as for the epilogue which was told from several POV, pure brilliance that made my heart do cart wheels. Another fab addition to the "Chaos Series" that gets ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
I'd do it everyday it was so worth it to walk through fire for you."
Excerpt:
I beeped the locks and had a hand to the handle when I heard, “Lookin’ for me?”
When that deep, coarse voice came at me through the dark, my body became paralyzed, my eyes glued to my hand on the handle.
Then it kept coming at me.
“Bitch, followed you the last forty-five minutes. Reb got in touch. Told me you hit Scruff’s.” On the next, the voice was nearer. “You’re lookin’ for me. So tell me what the fuck you want so you can quit lookin’ and I can quit lookin’ at you.” Slowly, I turned, my head going back automatically because I felt him close and I knew what close to Logan meant.
I was five-seven.
He was six-one.
He towered over me, or at least that’s what it always felt like because he wasn’t only tall, he was also a big guy with a big presence.
And right then, it felt like that, especially since his big presence was an angry one.
His face was in shadows, I could barely see it.
But I could feel him.
And I could smell him.
God, I could smell him.
He didn’t wear cologne or aftershave. His scent was all his. And I remembered lying in our bed holding his pillow to me, my face shoved into the sheets, taking him in after I’d made him walk away.
His scent hadn’t changed. Not even a nuance.
Smelling it without warning felt like walking unsuspecting into the street and having a truck slam into you. And that feeling was so strong it was a wonder my body didn’t go careening through the trucks and bikes, slamming into them, shattering every bone.
He moved forward so he was in my space, the smell strengthened and my body tightened to guard against it.
“Woman, after all this time, whatever shit you gotta hand me, fuckin’ do it,” he ordered irately. “You got two seconds to spit it the fuck out. You don’t, you won’t get another chance, and you know I’ll make it that way. So this is your only shot. Take it or get in your fuckin’ car and get your ass outta my world.”
I stared into the shadows of his face, wishing with everything that I could see it.
Apparently, I did this for two seconds because Logan bit out, “Right. See nothin’s changed. Weak. Now get your ass . . .” he dipped his face to mine, “gone.”
And when he did, I got up on my toes and kissed him.
It was totally crazy.
But I also totally couldn’t help it.
He smelled so fucking good.
And he was Logan.
Close. Right there. His face in mine.
He jerked away, muttering a disgusted, “What the fuck?”
But the words or their tone didn’t penetrate.
I smelled him and I’d had a taste.
I was gone.
I lifted both hands to either side of his head, yanked him down to me, and went back in, going for it, giving it my all. Even when his fingers clenched painfully into my hips pushing them back to set me away, I held on tighter and shoved my tongue between his lips.
It touched his, just that, just a touch, and then I cried out into his mouth when I found my back slammed into my SUV.
But it wasn’t his way to get me to let him go.
No.
His head slanted and he forced my tongue out of his mouth when his invaded mine.
And that was when I was gone.
I was already gone but right then there was nothing to me.
Nothing at all.
Except my hands on Logan’s head, his body pressing mine into my car, his smell all around us, his tongue plundering my mouth, all this exploding fire everywhere.
He drove a hand into my hair, twisting it, the pain bristling over my scalp and I cried out into his mouth again even as I arched deeper, pressed closer, willing, like it had always been, to give it all because he was Logan, he got it all.
But also because I knew I’d get it back a hundredfold.
He swayed us forward so his other arm could lock across my back and he kept at my mouth as I rolled way up on my toes, pushing deep, wrapping my arms around his neck, consumed by the kiss and not giving that first fuck.
I was ready to ride it out.
No, I needed to ride it out.
No matter where it went.
He broke away and that was when my hand went into his hair, fisting tight in protest.
“That what you want?” he growled, his voice lower, the abrasion physical, and I shivered with delight.
I wasn’t entirely certain of the question but I answered a breathy, “Yes.”
“That’s what you want,” he repeated, a statement this time, seeking confirmation.
“Yes, Logan.”
He let me go but took my hand, his skin rough against my fingers. The feel of it back after all these years washed through me and I fancied I remembered every time, in quick succession, from the first night we met to the night before I broke it off when he’d taken my hand and guided me somewhere.
Lost in it like I’d always been lost in it, I followed blindly.
Attached to Logan, I’d go anywhere.
Even if we were walking through fire.
About the author:
Kristen Ashley grew up in Brownsburg, Indiana, and has lived in Denver, Colorado, and the West Country of England. Thus she has been blessed to have friends and family around the globe. Her posse is loopy (to say the least) but loopy is good when you want to write. Kristen was raised in a house with a large and multigenerational family. They lived on a very small farm in a small town in the heartland, and Kristen grew up listening to the strains of Glenn Miller, The Everly Brothers, REO Speedwagon, and Whitesnake. Needless to say, growing up in a house full of music and love was a good way to grow up. And as she keeps growing up, it keeps getting better.
Giveaway: Printed copy of the Chaos Series
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