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 . . .
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 . . .
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.
Logan/High has been burned in his life. He only lives for his daughters and his Chaos brothers. He is a good-hearted, loving man that has been hurt and turned bitter. His character is probably my favorite in the Chaos series because I had a better connection with him.
Millie is high class. She hurt Logan/High and has had to live with her mistake for years. No matter how successful she is, she can't fill the void in her life that he left. When she sees him by chance, her world is turned upside down.
This book is full of emotion, flash backs and drama. It is my favorite of the series. I think that the character development is better and just the overall I connected better with everyone. This is a good second chance romance book and I think most people will enjoy it.
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.
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