Title: Tap'd Out
Series: Dead Presidents MC Series #5
Author: Harley Stone
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: May 26, 2019
Serving as an intelligence officer taught Tap how to listen, but nobody warned him about hearing too much. Now, he skates the line between paranoid and prepared, afraid to fully trust anyone, even his club brothers.
Sasha Petrov believed in the system. She devoted her life to serving and protecting, only to find that justice is a greedy whore that sways toward the best paying client. Now, she’ll settle for vengeance.
When Tap finds Sasha beaten, bloody, and begging for help, he’ll have to risk exposing all his secrets to save her. Can someone so broken put her back together?
*I received a free copy of this book which I voluntarily chose to write an honest review for.
Another great installment to this wonderful MC romance series. The Dead President's really stand by their word but Tap has a hard time trusting anyone even if he is a member. This gets put to the test when he cannot help but rescue Sasha after she is beaten whether she wants to be or not. The story of how each one ended up there is rough yet provides great insight into who they are. Their evolution is amazing making it engrossing to follow yet still full of action and secrets. Overall a great MC romance that dives deep, keeps you hooked, and still has plenty of steam making it perfect for fans of the genre. I really liked it so I give it 4/5 stars.
She was perfection. Every bruise, scar, and bandage paid tribute to her strength and determination. I wanted to become intimately acquainted with each dimple, kiss every freckle, run my tongue across every mole. “You’re fucking gorgeous,” I said, spinning her back around. Her expression softened. “You’re not bad yourself. I mean, if you’re into those perfect stripper body, probably-works-out-everyday, sexy-as-hell types. Which I am.” I chuckled and pulled her into my arms again. “Good. Is this okay? I don’t want to hurt you.” She swallowed. “I don’t want that either.” The desire in her eyes made her desire clear, but the way she chewed on her lip and the slight tremble in her arms told me she was scared. “What can I do?” I asked. “What do you need from me?” She looked over our scattered clothes and scooped up my shirt. Turning me around, she used it to tie my hands behind my back. I flexed, noting how loosely her bonds held me. “I can break out of this,” I said honestly. She turned me around to face her again, her green eyes pleading. “I know. Don’t.”
Harley Stone writes mafia romance and funny-as-shit romantic fiction. When she's not writing, she's busy living out her real adventure in southwest Washington with her husband and their five boys.
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