Being kidnapped by bikers is a harrowing experience, but for some reason, Laurie doesn’t feel as terrified as she should. The leader’s steely eyes soften when he looks at her, and the others in his gang clearly know she’s hands off. But does that include Steele’s hands? Her brain resists him, but her body insists she wants those big hands all over her.
Steele doesn’t know how he wound up in this mess–with a kidnapped woman on his hands and the police hot on their trail. Now he and Laurie are in hiding at an isolated cabin, and Steele has to figure out how to extricate himself . . . and steer clear of his accidental captive whose tight, slinky clubbing attire is making him think all kinds of dangerous thoughts…
And the award for the world’s least-subtle book title goes to…
I know I sound like one of those people who say they read Playboy for the articles, but I really did request this book for review for the kidnapping storyline and to see how it worked out, not because it’s erotic romance. I am sick and tired of motorcycle club/gang books (actually, I never liked them much), but I’ve heard a lot about Opal Carew and wanted to see why she’s so well-liked.
There’s a lot of sex going on in this one – as you would expect from something marketed as erotic romance! What I didn’t expect was how everyone was having sex with everyone. This is one incestuous little motorcycle gang!
I liked the general idea of the story, and the kidnapping turned out to not be as objectionable as I expected. I did think it became a little bit repetitive with the repeated attempts Laurie made to escape, and the number of times someone mistook her for the other woman there and started kissing her.
This isn’t precisely the type of thing I like to read, but I can definitely say that Carew is a million times the writer E.L. James is!
Review copy provided by NetGalley.