Havoc (Storm MC #8) by Nina Levine
Genre: MC Romance
Cover Designer: Romantic Book Affairs
Release Date: March 8, 2016
I was happy doing my own thing.
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.
Reviewed by Claire Rose on behalf of Kindle Friends Forever
Rated Five Loving Stars
There is not one I thing I don’t love about Nina’s books. All pure alpha biker men, this one is no exception and became my favourite biker read. Even though this novel is a standalone, the events take place after book four in this series.
I have to say while reading this that I did think that it would be another dark and dangerous man who meets another woman with her walls up…with a past. Well, I was totally wrong! Both have baggage but it’s mainly to do with our sexy biker. There were times my heart was breaking for this poor man, then I wanted to slap a certain person for doing what they did. I can certainly understand why he chose to lead the life he now does. I’d be lying if I said my emotions weren’t involved in this novel because there were. I laughed, I got angry, my eyes had tears, my heart was pounding. I even found myself saying, oh no, please don’t go back there. However, I sighed with relief at the end.
Havoc is a dirty mouthed, closed off biker who has a dark and violent side to him. He has become a nomad for his MC club after events tore him apart. He now lives for the open road and won’t open his heart up or let anyone get close to him. He still helps out at the club and does the stuff no-one else can and believe me, he’s more than capable of doing it. So my man meets a young woman at a bar. Despite the fact that she’s like no other, he still refuses to open up believing one night will be enough. Yet we all know one night is never enough for our bikers! Family problems and his club wanting him to stay doesn’t distract him from getting her out of his head.
I loved Carla’s strong-will and the way she says it as she sees it; nevertheless, I worried about her approach to solving a personal problem. Dulling the pain, she starts knocking back the shots. She’s also the sister of a club brother which is only going to complicate matters more. After one night with Havoc, she can’t seem to get him out of her head, either. Carla sees that there is a dangerous side to him and agrees to a relationship of sorts without feelings and emotions being involved. But as we all well know, it never works out that way. Carla’s brother finds out about the two and isn’t happy about it. He warns her, no… he tells her to end it as Havoc is a no good man. Her life is taking a downfall and she doesn’t know what she’s doing. So when Havoc asks her to go with him, she excepts on a few conditions which he has no option but to conform to.
Do they encounter troubles and problems? Yes! Does he realise he is not on his own, that he does have family? Can Havoc open his heart? Many unanswered questions that will only be revealed by reading this fabulous book which I highly recommend.
“Why won’t you let me in?”
“Why the fuck do you want in?”
I rate this book five loving stars. Well done Nina, I can’t wait for more from you.
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.
“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.
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.
My head snapped up and I found her staring at me.
“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.
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