In my head, I've renamed this book "Ridiculous Turns," or in honor of the great Kristen Ashley I'll also think of it as "Motorcycle He-Man"
I usually finish books even if they kinda suck, but this book flat out blew. I mean, I have finished some pretty shitty books.
But I can't read a book that switches from past tense to present tense from one sentence to the next. This wasn't the random editing error, this was something that happened several times on one page alone, pretty much every page
Besides a mute-by-choice hero and a crass & raunchy heroine aren't my thing.
UPDATE! UPDATE! UPDATE! UPDATE! UPDATE! UPDATE!
Okay, Okay! I went back and finished the book because it's a pet peeve of mine to leave a book unfinished.
And it's so wonderfully retarded! I'm actually glad I read it to the ridiculous end!
OUR HERO:
He's a giant (over seven feet tall) whose father (a former MC prez) paid a woman (A scientist perhaps? It's never made clear) about 50 years ago (yeah, that would be the 1960s) to create a drug that would ensure that his wife and any other women he procreated with would birth ginormous babies. I guess he wanted an army of biker Titans or something, 'cause, you know, that would be really cool.
Unfortunately the drug his father forced his mother to take to create his own Incredible Hulks made it so our poor hero cannot feel any pain or pleasure. He doesn't get pleasure from even sex (although he loves having it all the time for whatever reason). But, alas, it's a miracle! After an entire lifetime of not being able to feel pain or pleasure our heroine has cured him! Just 'cause (there is no explanation beyond this). He can now feel pain and pleasure with her (and only her, though I'm thinking he should maybe conduct a more scientific study and test this theory with "Stacy's girls" aka the club whores).
Also, our over seven feet tall and 350 pound hero is mute because he wants to be, but thank god he eventually exercises his vocal cords for our heroine's benefit. A lot of the time it's to threaten to kill her if she pisses him off or talk about breaking her in real good until she's his submissive.
And, yeah, he's in a hardcore motorcycle club, which is the equivalent for a white man of being a Blood or Crypt, but somehow and some miraculous way he manages to be a former police officer, FBI agent and . . . drum roll please . . . CIA agent. Maybe the CIA wouldn't mind hiring criminals, but that would be a big No-No for the FBI and any police department.
OUR HEROINE: There seems to be no sign of intelligent life anywhere in her supposedly law-school educated brain. Perhaps she got her diploma online? Hers were a series of random thoughts that could be attributed to the not-fully-developed brain of a 13-year-old.
BUT THE BESTEST ABSOLUTE MOST FASCINATING PART OF THIS "NOVEL"?????
Well, Turner and one of his MC brothers (I think the guy was literally a blood-related brother also) developed the world's most advanced artificial intelligence. You got that right, screw scientists of Stephen Hawking's caliber! Leave it to bikers to create the future in technology!
Daisy, the AI program that Turner created and installed on an RV, (you got it right again, he installed this super-advanced technology on a Recreational Vehicle) would give C-3PO, Johnny-Five, Max from Flight of the Navigator and Hal-9000 from 2001: A Space Odyssey a run for their money.
Think the Red Queen from Resident Evil (but without the hologram function) and there you go, you have Daisy the RV supercomputer.
Enough of the use of movie reference to ridicule this book . . .
On a final technical note: At some points the author even used both past and present tense in the same sentence. Not good. But I got used to this and was able to keep from being distracted by it most of the time.
On a final hero-related note: Tall, muscled heroes are hot, but I'm not so sure about the over 7 feet tall thing and 350 pounds. It's a little too Andre the Giant for me. Also, I saw ZZ Top in concert when they opened for Aerosmith and describing the hero as looking like a younger member of ZZ Top (though our hero was 48 years old, so obviously not that much younger) is not hot. I don't dig the super-overly-long beard look. Though it may make for some interesting oral sex for the heroine.
Now, when this book was a DNF it got one star from me, but at its conclusion, with supercomputers and super-DNA involved that gave me a good laugh, I'm bumping this gem up to a whole 2 stars!
Let me leave you with one final insight into the minds of Georgia and Turner:
Georgia: "Yeah, I don't feel like being a lawyer anymore . . . I just wanna have sex with my old man." (Yep, that's about it)
Turner: "I like hurting you my love and I'll kill you if you ever betray me my love but I won't bruise you anymore my love because you're curing that need but I'm gonna still need you on your knees as my good submissive old lady my love." (Notice that I didn't use commas where I should have. It's because the author did this repeatedly and I'm choosing to follow her example in both that and the excessive use of "my love")