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271 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 12, 2015





The strongest love begins from a place of conflict…
Revenge wasn’t an emotion. It was my inheritance, the acting force that lived in my blood and sustained my balance.
A man like that fucks like he rides. With intimidation, recklessness, and unharnessed energy. He’s powered by adrenaline and takes what he wants without care.
She was my connection to life, my reason for fighting. She was why I felt so alive and wild and terrified. Because I felt all those things in her.
“No matter what happens or how volatile the journey, there will be no room for emptiness. I promise.”

The strongest love begins from a place of conflict. It's a volatile journey of committing and fighting and recommitting, but the effort is resolute and evolves into something so consuming the heart aches just thinking about it.




He wasn't a man women said no to. The way he carried himself, the way he fought. Built like a warrior, he knew how to manipulate torque and power between his legs.

Nothing compared to this, to him. Because he didn't just kiss. He fucked with his mouth, stretching and owning, dragging his tongue, wrenching every wanton part of me from my chest, and drawing it past my lips.

I wanted legendary love. Love intensified to its highest power. The kind that would fill the vacancy in my heart with a simple touch, a thought, a broody glare.

I wanted to bite him, slap him, punch him again. More than that, I wanted to make him mine. I wanted his anger, his ferocity, his pain. To claim every part of him, fuse it with with all of me, and make us a singular whole.








"No matter what happens or how volatile the journey, there will be no room for emptiness. I promise."

He was the only man who could arouse me and scare me in the same breath, who could make my pulse thunder so ferociously I felt carelessly drunk."

She was a dangerous distraction, exactly what I didn't want. Yet she was everything I never knew I was searching for.

Lies. Blackmail. Deceit. Control. Power.
Revenge.
No Regrets.
"You won't invite me up. Won't give me your name. Won't remove your helmet. What are you hiding?"
"Same thing you are."





The plot was a little contrived and too damned interwoven for my liking, still, it was well written and the pacing kept the reader engaged from start to finish.
So, why the 2 stars? Everyone was so gd old. Yes, I said it. I never knew I was an ageist but gosh darn it, they were all so old. The parents, Kaci, Logan/Evader, Collins, and on and on. Furthermore, Kaci was frigging unlikeable and for a woman in her late 30s who was also VP at a Fortune five O O company, she was plain ignorant and silly.
Then that opening scene was just icky. I know, I know, but icky is the only word that conveys my feelings. After THAT scene, I really hoped the book would prove its mettle by being riveting and scorching but really, the plot just didn't make any sense. To me, at least.
2 stars it is then.







"...beneath the tailored power-suit and affluent family, I was a woman like any other with a need for acceptance, a connection to cling to, a passion to balance out the monotony."














“The strongest love begins from a place of conflict. It's a volatile journey of committing and fighting and recommitting, but the effort is resolute and evolves into something so consuming the heart aches just thinking about it.”


“A man like that fucks like he rides. With intimidation, recklessness, and unharnessed energy. He’s powered by adrenaline and takes what he wants without care.”


She was a dangerous distraction, exactly what I didn’t want. Yet she was everything I knew I was searching for.
~ LOGAN


“She had me by the balls, the heart, and every other vulnerable bit of my body. She could have my air as well, because I couldn’t breathe without her.”
~ LOGAN
“I’m going to pass you at the finish line,” he said without distortion. “But Kaci, I will follow you FOREVER, and I will love you EVEN LONGER.”
~ LOGAN












"My pursuit was personal; my vendetta fermented in hatred."


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Revenge wasn’t an emotion. It was my inheritance, the acting force that lived in my blood and sustained my balance. It was my equilibrium.


I was terrified to be alone, to spend the rest of my life alone. I was terrified to not be alone, to fall for a man, knowing my situation didn’t allow that. I was terrified to fall for a man who fell for me, because I wanted that more than anything.
I wanted to be that machine, to feel the strength of his legs while being ridden to the edge of death and back.

A man like that fucks like he rides. With intimidation, recklessness, and unharnessed energy. He’s powered by adrenaline and takes what he wants without care.
Nothing beat this feeling, the grip of battle, the fight for supremacy, dominating with skill and lethal speed while straddling the kind of power few mortals could harness on congested streets.

I’d never been so caught up in someone’s gaze that every breath, every touch, every needy throb depended on that visual connection. Heavy groping wouldn’t shattered it. Seductive words would’ve only gotten in the way. Watching him watch me was the best foreplay I’d ever experienced.

As I watched her, everything I wanted to know – including things I never knew I craved – stretched out in the depth of her gaze. Her worries, her desires, her painful beauty swirled in a mesmerizing dance of complexity, one I had no hope of untangling.
No one had ever looked at me like that before, like nothing had come before that moment and everything after would pale in comparison.











"Revenge wasn’t an emotion. It was my inheritance, the acting force that lived in my blood and sustained my balance. It was my equilibrium. Revenge. I raced to finance it. I evaded to protect it. I killed to attain it. I planned everything."
"I wanted to bite him, slap him, punch him again. More than that, I wanted to make him mine. I wanted his anger, his ferocity, his pain. To claim every part of him, fuse it with all of me, and make us a singular whole."
"I wanted to hate her for being so goddamned beautiful. I wanted to kiss her for the same reason."
“We’ll always have races and fights and risks to contend with. As long as we tackle it together, we’ve got this, Logan. You and me. One race at a time.”