#1 New York Times bestselling author Christine Feehan pushes the limits in her next novel in the Torpedo Ink series.
Isaak “Ice” Koval is on a club mission when he sees a woman who stops him dead in his tracks. Soleil is a sweet, sexy, girl-next-door type. She’s an innocent who should be nowhere near the rough-and-ready world of the Torpedo Ink motorcycle club. But Ice knows Soleil belongs with him—and he’ll do whatever it takes to keep her.
After a life of drifting from one thing to the next, Soleil Brodeur is determined to take control of her life. When her breakup with her manipulative fiancé turns ugly, Soleil searches out the stranger who offered her a lifeline and ends up in a Las Vegas biker bar where she meets a gorgeous, dangerous man straight out of her most secret fantasies.
High on adrenaline, she finds herself falling faster than she thought possible. But Soleil knows little about the territory she’s stumbled into, and even less about what it really means to be Ice’s woman.…
Vendetta Road is the third book in the Torpedo Ink Series and it certainly kicks things up a notch!
Vendetta Road follows the story of Ice and Soleil. When we first meet up with Ice, he’s in Vegas with his crew and comes across a woman who knocks his world off its axis. Their meeting is fleeting, but makes an impact. Little did Ice know that this chance sighting wouldn’t be the last time he saw his mystery woman…Soleil has just been drifting, floating along. She has no family, no friends, no one in corner. She’s trapped in a loveless relationship, and when said relationship takes a violent turn, Soleil is desperate to escape. Before Soleil knows it, she finds herself swept up in Ice and his biker world. He offers her the chance of a lifetime: family, love, protection…she’d be a fool to turn him down….
I fell in love with Soleil and Ice from their very first meeting. Their chemistry was instant and definitely fits the bill for an insta-love story-line. And even though they fell hard and fast for one another, it totally worked. I loved how Soleil had this air of innocence about her, but she was anything but. When it came to Ice, all of her inhibitions went out the window and lets just say, these two were the perfect match. And Ice, I loved how quickly he was knocked on his butt by Soleil. He took one look at her and had to make her his woman. He was possessive and swoon-worthy at the same time. He totally fit the bill of alpha male and would do anything for his woman.
Vendetta Road kept me on the edge of my seat the entire time I was reading it. I couldn’t put it down. This book was dark and gritty and filled with lots of passion. This story deals with some tough issues, but the author handled those issues with care. This author doesn’t hold back and definitely keeps her readers hanging on each and every word.
Probably one of my favorite things about this book was just how tight the characters were with one another. You know they’ve all seen and done some terrible things. They all have that darkness that haunts them and are just looking for someone to shine some light and happiness on them. The crew of Torpedo Ink are the exact definition of family. They support one another, they look out for each other and will always have their backs, and their women are treated like royalty.
Vendetta Road is sexy, action packed and totally hits the ground running. This book sucks you in instantly and will leave you holding your breath and waiting for more. Vendetta Road checked all of my boxes when it comes to the biker genre. I had a great time getting lost in this crew and can’t wait to see where this series will take us next.
*I was provided an ARC copy of this book, via NetGalley, in exchange for an honest review*
Soleil ran through the lobby, uncaring of turning heads. One didn’t run in a very swank hotel. She wanted to grab security, but Winston had a way of talking that made her look hysterical or childish and him look totally controlled, the adult having to put up with tantrums. She wasn’t about to take chances, not when she knew they planned to kill her.
Who would believe her? Her own fiancé? A lawyer? A policeman? All conspiring to kill her? She would look crazy and Winston would explain she’d lost Bennet, the only one she had as family. He would get sympathy and understanding, and they would all look to him to take care of her. He’d probably sedate her. Did he have a doctor involved too? It was possible. She’d met one through him, one he considered important.
She burst out onto the street, her lungs hurting. Clearly, she needed more exercise if she was going to have to run for her life. Her thoughts were wild and a little hysterical. She couldn’t have that. It would only play into Winston’s hand. She raced to the crosswalk, and fortunately the light changed and there were few people in her way. She was able to cross quickly and get into the relative shelter of the hotel-casino on the next street.
Noise erupted all around her. The concentrated smoke from cigarettes threatened to choke her. For a moment, she paused, a little disoriented. The whiskey she’d drunk was making her feel a lot better. Clearer. She knew exactly what to do. She made her way through the casino with more dignity, not wanting to draw attention to herself.
The casino floor was set up so that the exits were difficult to get to. Every little turn put her in front of card tables, the roulette wheel, craps, or, when she managed to find her way through the maze, machines. A sea of them. They didn’t matter. The drinks had finally steadied her, and she was feeling as if she was in control and could do this.
Still, it was a good distance to the exits and it took her a few minutes to make her way to the other side of the room. The casino was enormous, so much so that she knew she’d probably covered a block at least. She had to have. But she walked with more confidence and less panic. Every now and then, just to be certain, she glanced over her shoulder, or paused at a machine to see if Winston was behind her. So far, her plan had worked. Most likely, he’d gone out onto the strip and worried she’d hailed a cab or taken one of the hotel’s private limos. She was afraid to do that. He could trace a cab and he’d talk any driver into coming back for him.
She thought about getting another drink, but she hadn’t eaten. Already she was much clearer in what she had to do. She felt very courageous. It only took a couple of times going in a small circle before she mastered the maze of machines and was able to push open the door that let her out onto the street. The lights were much dimmer, but still illuminated the sidewalk.
She looked left and right. She was right in the middle of the block. Across the street, neon blue signs flashed, and the sound of music was loud. Each of the bars seemed to be playing a different song, but she loved to dance and the one on the end at the right blared the best music. She headed in that direction and then changed her mind, a little shiver going through her. She knew Winston. He would hire men to find her. He would call the police and report her missing, saying she had a mental disorder and he was worried for her safety. This street was still too close.
She hurried down the block to the next line of bars. The streets seemed darker, and as she came around the corner, a few men standing on the sidewalk in front of a bar looked up, nudging one another. Alarms went off and she paused to get oriented. Just in front of her was another bar blaring dancing music and in front of it were motorcycles, instantly reminding her of Lana. Her heart jumped. Lana. She hurried toward that one without hesitation. If Lana was there, she would know what to do. She was that kind of woman.