Blade is the story of Toby (Blade) and Elise.
Tropes:
Club brothers sister x brother club brother
Insta love/attraction
Age gap (19 and 34)
Gruffy, possessive doctor hero with a dirty mouth
Innocent sassy and fall on my knees heroine
HEA and kids, Toby Jr, Danny, Emily and lastly Lilah
Toe curling smut hehe
She was finishing work when she saw a drug buy in progress by some junkie and was chased by him with his car and was gonna kill her if Whiskey didn’t show up and take her to the compound when he found out who’s sister she was. She’s Gideon or Storm as I should say sister. Blade immediately comes toward Whiskey when he barges in for him and mind you he’s a doctor as well. He treats her and the only thing in his mind is the word MINE. When her brother leaves to claim his own woman she’s left alone for a week and in that time they have their little fuck fest with some jealousy about Hawk who is my dream man but a lot more smut hehe jealousy smut. They find the dude who hurt her and the doctor has his way with him and is branded with the insignia of the Iron Rogues as a message not to mess with their women. He comes back and obviously Storm returns with his own woman and is mad at Blade but he’s ready to fight for his woman and Sheila and Tank have his cut ready for Elise and he makes her marry him and wear his property patch omd so hot. Can’t wait for Storm’s story hehe.
Solid 4.5/5
Quotes I loved:
“I started at her hairline since I’d noticed a small cut crusted with blood. “This isn’t too deep, but it could use a stitch or two.”
“Stitches?” Storm snapped. “What the hell happened, Elise?”
Elise. Damn, her name was as gorgeous as she was.
“Relax, Gideon. I—”
“Relax? Don’t tell me to relax, El. One of my brothers just brought my baby sister to me all banged up and needing stitches! I want to know what happened and who the fuck I’m going to kill!” He was bellowing by the time he was done, and Elise winced.”
“No problem,” Whiskey said gruffly. “Glad you’re okay. You need anything—”
“She’ll come to me,” I snapped, cutting him off.
Whiskey and Storm looked at me in surprise, but while Whiskey’s expression turned amused, Storm’s eyes narrowed in suspicion.
I thought about clarifying that I meant she could come to me as a doctor, but what the hell. It would be very clear, sooner rather than later, that Elise belonged to me.
“Understood,” Whiskey murmured before raising his chin in farewell and leaving.
Storm had been leaning against the wall, but he shoved his body away from it and stalked over to stand beside his sister. “Off-limits, Blade,” he gritted through clenched teeth. “Stay the hell away from my sister.”
“Pardon me?” I huffed, crossing my arms against my chest. “Did you seriously just warn your friend off me? As though you have any say in who I may or may not want to date?”
Gideon thrust his chin out. “Damn straight, I did. And I do.”
Planting my fists on my hips, I glared up at him. “Just because you’re covering the rest of my tuition doesn’t make you the boss of me.”
“Maybe not,” he conceded. “But being your big brother does.”
I shook my head. “Nope.”
“Yup.”
“Nuh-uh.”
“Uh-huh.”
Rolling my eyes, I sighed. “What are you, twelve?”
He quirked a brow and chuckled. “What are you, a teenager?”
“Yes, but barely, which you very well know,” I huffed.
I turned when I heard Maverick say my name, and he held out a black leather medical bag that sported a bright red cross on it. “Seriously?” The bag held some of my special “tools,” but he’d clearly added the cross to annoy me.
“I thought it was appropriate,” he smirked before pivoting and leaving the room.
My eyes widened when he took out a smaller version of his leather vest with the words “Property of Blade” stitched on the back. “You want me to be your old lady?”
“Not just that.” He dropped to a knee in front of me. “My wife and mother of my children, too. I love you so damn much, Elise. Can’t imagine how empty my life would’ve been if your brother hadn’t carried you through those doors so you could steal my heart with just one look.”
“Shit, I had no idea Blade could be so damn romantic,” Whiskey muttered.
“Take notes for when you find a woman of your own,” Molly suggested, making Whiskey grumble under his breath as he shook his head.