Title: Havoc
Series: Storm MC #8
Author: Nina Levine
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: March 8, 2016
Blurb
Meet Havoc...
I was happy doing my own thing.
No connections.
No demands.
No problems.
Just me, my club and a whole lot of dirty work to take care of.
She never wanted a biker.
She wanted stability and I gave up on that years ago.
We tried to fight it.
Neither of us wanted it.
But she calms my fury and I show her a man who accepts every part of her.
Now we're trying to figure out how to be together. Because when the need for each other is this strong, to deny it will only cause complete havoc.
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As ever I follow Nina Levine's books, and love this series.
Havoc is the ultimate biker, he loves control in everything in his life and this is due to the betrayal of a woman. Deciding the best course of action for him was to become a nomad, travelling wherever the MC needs him.
Coming back home he meets Carla one night, and this causes feelings in him that shocks him to the core. Normally only having one night stands, he feels that this is not the case with this beautiful young woman.
Carla is a feisty woman, and has her life all planned out, that is until the unexpected happens and someone throws a spanner in the works. Meeting Havoc has an impact on her life as well and she has never felt the need so strong to be with someone like him.
This is a story of lessons learned, of how you can plan things but they don't always go the way you want to. It also tells you never to judge a book by it's cover as underneath it all, might be something that you have wanted all along.
A four star read, in this fantastic biker series.
***Copy received in exchange for an honest and unbiased review*****
Havoc is the ultimate biker, he loves control in everything in his life and this is due to the betrayal of a woman. Deciding the best course of action for him was to become a nomad, travelling wherever the MC needs him.
Coming back home he meets Carla one night, and this causes feelings in him that shocks him to the core. Normally only having one night stands, he feels that this is not the case with this beautiful young woman.
Carla is a feisty woman, and has her life all planned out, that is until the unexpected happens and someone throws a spanner in the works. Meeting Havoc has an impact on her life as well and she has never felt the need so strong to be with someone like him.
This is a story of lessons learned, of how you can plan things but they don't always go the way you want to. It also tells you never to judge a book by it's cover as underneath it all, might be something that you have wanted all along.
A four star read, in this fantastic biker series.
***Copy received in exchange for an honest and unbiased review*****
it was amazing ·
Havoc - 1. Widespread destruction
2. Great confusion or disorder
Havoc is a nomad, earning his road name for the destructive force of his fist he is called upon by the storm MC to deal with club business that involves payment in blood. Happy to be on the open road with no ties or roots Havoc is called home by his sister when his father's health declines. Before dealing with business he pulls into a bar for a quiet drink and meets the unexpected.
Carla is a feisty smart mouthed woman who doesn't hesitate to tell it like it is. Having had her life plan thoroughly screwed by not being screwed ironically she has just split up with her cheating ex, failed college and has no idea what to do next aside from maybe the sexy stranger in the bar. He's part of Storm and Carla has sworn to herself that's not the type of man she wants for herself but just for one night fun where's the harm? Carla takes no prisoners and decides he is the solution to ease her burdens. After one night of hot explicit sex they part ways but looking for more from each other yet Fate decides she enjoys playing with them...
Circumstances keep throwing them together and the pull Havoc feels to the dirty mouthed sexy vixen cannot be denied. Something he hasn't felt in a long time, not since his heart was frozen. Yet Carla starts the thaw from the very moment she sets her eyes on him. No filter and plain speaking is something Havoc really can appreciate but can she cope with his pain and only unleashing the brunt of it in the name of club business is Havoc a danger to her? Is he stable and able to keep a tight leash on the monster lurking underneath his skin? His past is kept buried under the same block of ice encasing his heart but with the thaw slowly melting it drop by drop can be deal with his feelings of betrayal, guilt and grief? Can Carla be the woman that helps him reconnect with himself? Or is he too lost in his own storm of destruction.
Havoc, the eighth book in this series, can be read as a stand alone as the plot is self contained to this wonderfully raunchy couple. It's great to catch up with some of the Storm men especially my favourite dirty mouthed biker. It's another great emotive read of loyalty, family and love. They really are driven by their need to protect those they care about and do the right thing for their loved ones. Yes I'm purposefully keeping if vague as I don't want to ruin the plot lines! This story is a little less about the MC and more focused on the family drama, dealing with the harsh reality of losing a parent to ill health and the change of dynamic of the parent child relationship when they become ill and need to be cared for. Dealing with the abandonment issues and whole heap of emotional distress Nina works her magic to make these characters real and oh so very human with their insecurities and motivations and that really is key to Nina's writing. She creates diverse and wonderfully flawed characters that you would love to meet yet can identify strongly with. A fantastic addition to the series.
A four and a half star read.
~*~ Obsessed by Books copy given in2. Great confusion or disorder
Havoc is a nomad, earning his road name for the destructive force of his fist he is called upon by the storm MC to deal with club business that involves payment in blood. Happy to be on the open road with no ties or roots Havoc is called home by his sister when his father's health declines. Before dealing with business he pulls into a bar for a quiet drink and meets the unexpected.
Carla is a feisty smart mouthed woman who doesn't hesitate to tell it like it is. Having had her life plan thoroughly screwed by not being screwed ironically she has just split up with her cheating ex, failed college and has no idea what to do next aside from maybe the sexy stranger in the bar. He's part of Storm and Carla has sworn to herself that's not the type of man she wants for herself but just for one night fun where's the harm? Carla takes no prisoners and decides he is the solution to ease her burdens. After one night of hot explicit sex they part ways but looking for more from each other yet Fate decides she enjoys playing with them...
Circumstances keep throwing them together and the pull Havoc feels to the dirty mouthed sexy vixen cannot be denied. Something he hasn't felt in a long time, not since his heart was frozen. Yet Carla starts the thaw from the very moment she sets her eyes on him. No filter and plain speaking is something Havoc really can appreciate but can she cope with his pain and only unleashing the brunt of it in the name of club business is Havoc a danger to her? Is he stable and able to keep a tight leash on the monster lurking underneath his skin? His past is kept buried under the same block of ice encasing his heart but with the thaw slowly melting it drop by drop can be deal with his feelings of betrayal, guilt and grief? Can Carla be the woman that helps him reconnect with himself? Or is he too lost in his own storm of destruction.
Havoc, the eighth book in this series, can be read as a stand alone as the plot is self contained to this wonderfully raunchy couple. It's great to catch up with some of the Storm men especially my favourite dirty mouthed biker. It's another great emotive read of loyalty, family and love. They really are driven by their need to protect those they care about and do the right thing for their loved ones. Yes I'm purposefully keeping if vague as I don't want to ruin the plot lines! This story is a little less about the MC and more focused on the family drama, dealing with the harsh reality of losing a parent to ill health and the change of dynamic of the parent child relationship when they become ill and need to be cared for. Dealing with the abandonment issues and whole heap of emotional distress Nina works her magic to make these characters real and oh so very human with their insecurities and motivations and that really is key to Nina's writing. She creates diverse and wonderfully flawed characters that you would love to meet yet can identify strongly with. A fantastic addition to the series.
A four and a half star read.
it was amazing
* * ARC given on behalf of obsessed by books for an honest review * *
OMG Havoc has always been my favorite and this book just proves why, he's a bad ass with a big heart and we learn alot more about him, but let's get to the goods, this man is sexy as hell with a dirty mouth but Carla has one as well and knows how to it on Havoc. She knows when to give in to his control but she'll take to. I loved this story and it was nice to have Nash back to. definitely a 5 star must read.
ExcerptOMG Havoc has always been my favorite and this book just proves why, he's a bad ass with a big heart and we learn alot more about him, but let's get to the goods, this man is sexy as hell with a dirty mouth but Carla has one as well and knows how to it on Havoc. She knows when to give in to his control but she'll take to. I loved this story and it was nice to have Nash back to. definitely a 5 star must read.
As I stepped through the bathroom doorway however, I found her. She was in the bath, plugged into her music with her eyes closed and her head resting on the edge of the bath.
I stopped and leaned against the wall with my arms folded across my chest. Watching her, my gaze travelled the length of her body. In the short time I’d known her, my appreciation of her body had grown. Where small tits hadn’t turned me on a month ago, I couldn’t get enough of hers.
Never letting me down, my dick grew hard while I took in her beauty.
“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath as I contemplated the wisdom of fucking her again.
I wanted to.
Hell, I fucking needed to.
She’s a brother’s sister for fuck’s sake.
I’d spent the last few hours going over and over that fact in my mind. My decision had been to head back to the motel, sleep on the couch and never taste her pussy again.
I hadn’t factored in having her naked body on display the minute I returned.
Shit.
“How long are you going to stand there staring at me?” she asked as she cracked an eye open to look at me.
“Until you get out and let me fuck you.” Both her eyes had opened and I pinned my gaze to hers, not letting her go.
Her eyebrows lifted. “I thought you were done with me.”
“Turns out I’m not.”
She stood and reached for her towel before stepping out. Continuing to hold my gaze, she slowly dried herself off.
Teasing the fuck out of my dick.
I fought the desire to reach out and rip the towel from her hands. My carefully constructed self-control was being tested and I knew it wouldn’t be long until I caved and took what I wanted.
Finally – finally – she finished drying off and closed the distance between us. “What if I’m done with you?” I knew she was full of shit by the breathless tone she used and the way her body leaned just that little bit too close to mine. It was like she was trying to hold herself back, but her body had a mind of its own and couldn’t stay away.
I lifted a brow. “Are you?”
“I should be. After the way you’ve been treating me, I really should be.” Still all breathy.
Still in this with me.
I unfolded my arms so I could curl my hand around her neck. Gripping her there, I said, “Yeah, you should be, but you’re not.”
I feel the same way.
With our faces so close that her breaths whispered across my skin, we stared at each other for a long time. The still air in the tiny bathroom consumed our apprehension piece by piece until all that was left was an unrelenting need to satisfy our hunger.
At the first sign of her softening, I tightened my hold on her neck and pulled her mouth to mine. She didn’t hesitate and a second later our bodies pressed together as hard as our mouths did.
The smell of her arousal overwhelmed me and I let her neck go so I could slide my hands around her ass and lift her. Turning, I held her up against the wall and groaned as she wrapped her legs around me. The urge to drive my cock as hard and fast as I could into her sweet cunt threatened to take over as the only thought in my mind, and I took a moment to work through that and get myself under control.
Resting my forehead against hers, I focused on my breathing while I gave myself a talking to.
Focus.
You’ve got this.
You’ve fucking done this enough times to know how to control yourself.
But I hadn’t.
I’d never fucked a woman like Carla.
Had never been with a woman who stole my control the way she did.
She invaded every fucking sense of mine until I didn’t know right from wrong, up from down, red from fucking blue.
“Havoc.”
My head snapped up and I found her staring at me.
Unsure.
“Are you okay?” she asked, lines creasing her forehead as she tilted her head, frowning at me.
I stepped back and let her go. “I need to slow this shit down.”
She stood naked in front of me with an expression on her face that seemed to be half confusion and half frustration. “What does that mean?”
I wasn’t sure I even knew.
“It means I want you sitting cross legged in the middle of the bed waiting for me while I take a minute,” I bit out. My head was so damn full I thought it might actually explode.
Too many thoughts.
Too many fucking feelings.
I jerked my chin at her and snapped, “Go.”
Her eyes widened a fraction and I pushed my breaths out while waiting for her to submit. When she didn’t, I growled, “Carla, I need you to go and sit on the bed. Now.”
“I’m giving you five minutes to get your head back in this. I’m all for bossy and shit, but I draw a line at whatever the fuck you call what you’ve got going on at the moment. Barking orders at me is a whole lot fucking different than dominating me.” With that, she stalked out of the bathroom.
Thank fuck.
I stopped and leaned against the wall with my arms folded across my chest. Watching her, my gaze travelled the length of her body. In the short time I’d known her, my appreciation of her body had grown. Where small tits hadn’t turned me on a month ago, I couldn’t get enough of hers.
Never letting me down, my dick grew hard while I took in her beauty.
“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath as I contemplated the wisdom of fucking her again.
I wanted to.
Hell, I fucking needed to.
She’s a brother’s sister for fuck’s sake.
I’d spent the last few hours going over and over that fact in my mind. My decision had been to head back to the motel, sleep on the couch and never taste her pussy again.
I hadn’t factored in having her naked body on display the minute I returned.
Shit.
“How long are you going to stand there staring at me?” she asked as she cracked an eye open to look at me.
“Until you get out and let me fuck you.” Both her eyes had opened and I pinned my gaze to hers, not letting her go.
Her eyebrows lifted. “I thought you were done with me.”
“Turns out I’m not.”
She stood and reached for her towel before stepping out. Continuing to hold my gaze, she slowly dried herself off.
Teasing the fuck out of my dick.
I fought the desire to reach out and rip the towel from her hands. My carefully constructed self-control was being tested and I knew it wouldn’t be long until I caved and took what I wanted.
Finally – finally – she finished drying off and closed the distance between us. “What if I’m done with you?” I knew she was full of shit by the breathless tone she used and the way her body leaned just that little bit too close to mine. It was like she was trying to hold herself back, but her body had a mind of its own and couldn’t stay away.
I lifted a brow. “Are you?”
“I should be. After the way you’ve been treating me, I really should be.” Still all breathy.
Still in this with me.
I unfolded my arms so I could curl my hand around her neck. Gripping her there, I said, “Yeah, you should be, but you’re not.”
I feel the same way.
With our faces so close that her breaths whispered across my skin, we stared at each other for a long time. The still air in the tiny bathroom consumed our apprehension piece by piece until all that was left was an unrelenting need to satisfy our hunger.
At the first sign of her softening, I tightened my hold on her neck and pulled her mouth to mine. She didn’t hesitate and a second later our bodies pressed together as hard as our mouths did.
The smell of her arousal overwhelmed me and I let her neck go so I could slide my hands around her ass and lift her. Turning, I held her up against the wall and groaned as she wrapped her legs around me. The urge to drive my cock as hard and fast as I could into her sweet cunt threatened to take over as the only thought in my mind, and I took a moment to work through that and get myself under control.
Resting my forehead against hers, I focused on my breathing while I gave myself a talking to.
Focus.
You’ve got this.
You’ve fucking done this enough times to know how to control yourself.
But I hadn’t.
I’d never fucked a woman like Carla.
Had never been with a woman who stole my control the way she did.
She invaded every fucking sense of mine until I didn’t know right from wrong, up from down, red from fucking blue.
“Havoc.”
My head snapped up and I found her staring at me.
Unsure.
“Are you okay?” she asked, lines creasing her forehead as she tilted her head, frowning at me.
I stepped back and let her go. “I need to slow this shit down.”
She stood naked in front of me with an expression on her face that seemed to be half confusion and half frustration. “What does that mean?”
I wasn’t sure I even knew.
“It means I want you sitting cross legged in the middle of the bed waiting for me while I take a minute,” I bit out. My head was so damn full I thought it might actually explode.
Too many thoughts.
Too many fucking feelings.
I jerked my chin at her and snapped, “Go.”
Her eyes widened a fraction and I pushed my breaths out while waiting for her to submit. When she didn’t, I growled, “Carla, I need you to go and sit on the bed. Now.”
“I’m giving you five minutes to get your head back in this. I’m all for bossy and shit, but I draw a line at whatever the fuck you call what you’ve got going on at the moment. Barking orders at me is a whole lot fucking different than dominating me.” With that, she stalked out of the bathroom.
Thank fuck.
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Dreamer.
Coffee Lover.
Gypsy at heart.
USA Today Bestselling author who writes about alpha men & the women they love.
When I’m not creating with words you will find me planning my next getaway, visiting somewhere new in the world, having a long conversation over coffee and cake with a friend, creating with paper or curled up with a good book and chocolate.
I love Keith Urban, Maroon 5, Pink, Florida Georgia Line, Bon Jovi, Matchbox 20, Lady Antebellum and pretty much any singer/band that is country or rock.
I’ve been writing since I was twelve. Weaving words together has always been a form of therapy for me especially during my harder times. These days I’m proud that my words help others just as much as they help me.
USA Today Bestselling author who writes about alpha men & the women they love.
When I’m not creating with words you will find me planning my next getaway, visiting somewhere new in the world, having a long conversation over coffee and cake with a friend, creating with paper or curled up with a good book and chocolate.
I love Keith Urban, Maroon 5, Pink, Florida Georgia Line, Bon Jovi, Matchbox 20, Lady Antebellum and pretty much any singer/band that is country or rock.
I’ve been writing since I was twelve. Weaving words together has always been a form of therapy for me especially during my harder times. These days I’m proud that my words help others just as much as they help me.
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