Author: Lani Lynn Vale
Series: Uncertain Saint’s MC #3
Release Date: July 6, 2016
Genre: Contemporary Romance, Erotic Romance, MC Romance, Romantic Suspense
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There are rules to life that one just obeys in order in her attempt stay on the right path. For example:
1. You don’t wear dirty panties out of the house. You just never know who’s going to see them.
2. A lady must always have chocolate at the ready—just in case the world as she knows it comes to an end.
3. You don’t egg on a drunk woman who’s pissed off at life.
Why, you ask? Because they start bar fights, that’s why.
Casten Red, the unofficial enforcer of The Uncertain Saints MC, wasn’t necessarily trying to urge her into doing anything illegal, and he definitely wasn’t trying to get her into a fight with a group of men who were all twice her size.
No, he only intended to give her the confidence to stand up for herself, just a little nudge in the right direction. How the hell was he supposed to know she’d go all Chuck Norris on them and put three of them in the hospital with concussions?
He should’ve followed his gut instinct and turned around that first moment he saw her in the bar, but Casten has never liked following the rules. Why the hell would he start now?
Title: Vodka on the Rocks
Series: Uncertain Saints MC #3
Author: Lani Lynn Vale
Genre: Erotic MC Romantic Suspense
Release Date: July 6, 2016
Cover Model: Dylan Horsch
Photographer: Furious Fotog
“You’re dilly dallying,” Casten growled.
I turned around, bag in one hand, and papers in the other, and glared.
“What makes you think that I don’t have a fuckin’ reason for doing what I do?” I growled.
He held up his hands.
“Down tiger,” he said soothingly, although his eyes flashed, telling a different story.
I shoved the rest of my things in my bag, bending them to hell and back, but I couldn’t seem to find the urge to care at that moment in time.
I walked past him, knocking his shoulder, and headed to the back hallway to turn off the last of the lights.
I hit the first two in the in the locker room before heading to the last one in the entire gym area at the bathroom entrance.
But before I could hit the lights, my hand was stilled by Casten’s.
“What’s your problem?” he asked.
I tried to rip my hand free from his grip, but he held on without even the least bit of effort.
“I’m pissed,” I growled.
“Why?” he countered.
I looked across the room at the mirror, and glared at his reflection.
“I don’t want to tell you why I’m pissed. Suffice it to say, you’re the reason, and that’s that,” I growled.
He tightened his hands on my wrists.
“That’s not it. Tell me fuckin’ why, or I’ll make you tell me,” he hissed.
My fists clenched.
“Because you fucking pouted last night instead of talking to me. Then made Core spend the night and take me to work, when I didn’t want him to be there. I wanted you to be there. But you were being a titty baby,” I yelled.
He moved me until my ass met the counter, crowding so close that I was sure he was either going to beat me or fuck me.
Hopefully the latter over the former, if I had a choice.
“Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice!” I exclaimed.
“Like a good neighbor, State Farm is there!” I cried.
“Shit,” I said, opening my eyes.
“Done?” Casten asked from where he’d trapped me against the bathroom counter.
“My clothes are getting wet. In fact, I think my pants are soaked all the way through,” I grumbled, leaning forward until my upper body was laying across the counter.
Casten sat up until all that was touching me were his hips, where his massive erection dug into my ass.
“You’re cute,” he said, reaching up and pulling my hair out of my ponytail.
I glared. “I’m not cute.”
He grabbed my face and turned it to face the mirror.
His hands were squeezing my face so I looked like I had ten chin rolls and lips three sizes too big.
“See,” he said. “Cute.”
Every time I start one of Vale’s books, I think I’ll just get a few chapters in then stop. And every time, that’s exactly what DOESN’T happen. Opened this book at 2 am this morning thinking exactly that, and proceeded to just not sleep at all and finished it within a few hours. I kept telling myself, one more chapter. One more chapter and I will stop. Next thing I knew I was at 65% and thought, what the heck, might as well finish now. And let me tell you, I’m not regretting one ounce of lethargy running through my veins right now. I’d forgo sleep altogether just to dive into the carefully crafted world she has created that keeps on expanding with each series. I love how they are all separate, yet all seem to gravitate back towards each other. Maybe it’s huge interactions with multiple characters or just a brief cameo from one here and there, but nonetheless, you are flawlessly drawn into a world you never want to leave. It’s very reminiscent of my favorite author, Kristen Ashley, which is probably one of the reasons why I love Vale’s book so much and have read them all multiple times.
I love that this series seems to have a darker edge than her others. Not saying the rest of her books don’t have their dark themes, because they definitely do, but there’s just something about the Uncertain Saint’s MC books that set you on edge, in both good and uneasy ways. While there is a sense of family, it isn’t as prevalent or obvious as her other series. And that’s not to discount from the closeness that these men have towards each other, just more of an independent nature vs the sense of community you get in the other books. I’m not saying this is a bad thing; quite the opposite in fact. It gives this series an edge the other ones don’t have and allows it to stand out on its own.
We briefly met Casten and Tasha in the previous book, Jack and Coke. Casten is another member of the Uncertain Saints MC and Tash is Annie’s younger, seemingly carefree and aloof sister. Flighty couldn’t be further from the truth though. This woman had layers and layers of baggage from her past that she was trying in vain to get past. It wasn’t until the right man came into the picture that all the pieces started to fall into place. Casten was a conundrum for half of the book. I wanted to like him, and eventually I did, but the man drove me bonkers. But when he finally gave in and held nothing back, well watch out! This man fell hard and he fall deep. I loved reading the two of them together. The back and forth banter was entertaining and easy and only served to fire them up more. Add in his temper that burned at a slow boil before it caught fire, and you had a combustible relationship between the sheets, or the handicap bathroom as it often came to be… I simply couldn’t get enough of them and didn’t want it to end. It’s always the ones who fight it the hardest that fall the most spectacularly and Casten was no exception.
I loved how they pushed each other’s buttons; it only served to make me love them more. I loved that it didn’t matter how much he closed himself and his emotions off; Tasha just seemed to see right through him to the heart of who he was. There was no fooling her when it came to Casten and I enjoyed every second of it. The suspense of the story and the whodunit was a little bit of a letdown, only in that when it all came to a head in the end it was a little anticlimactic and just over and done. I felt like the ball was slightly dropped there, but nonetheless, this was Casten and Tasha’s story so really, the outside characters just didn’t matter so much when it was all said and done. For me, the stalker’s only purpose was to force our characters to really face their feelings towards each other and serve up some truly heartbreaking scenes. Definitely one of my favorite of hers and one I will be back read again. Can’t wait for Core’s book, which is up next!
Griffin Storm wasn’t prone to violence, but when someone takes what Griffin holds dear, the world as he knows it is gone.
Retaliation, revenge and rage fuels him. His MC, The Uncertain Saint’s, do their best to offer support, but Griffin is beyond redemption. He’ll do what he has to do. Kill who he has to kill.
He doesn’t care if that means he dies. If it gets him what he wants, then it’s worth it.
He fakes it all until the night he walks into a sex shop for batteries and lays eyes on a woman that will change his life.
Lenore makes him think past tomorrow. Makes him want to see just what the future might bring.
But his life’s a dangerous one built around pain and deception, and not for the faint of heart.
He won’t give up the past, not until he’s done what he promised to do.
And if that means she’s not there when the dust settles, he’ll risk it.
Lenore, though, won’t give up on him. She’ll fix him, whether he wants her to or not.
Mig’s wife is a bitch.
How else do you describe a woman that lies, cheats and steals to get what she wants?
That’s exactly what happens when she traps him into a marriage he wants nothing to do with, saddling him with a kid that he knows doesn’t deserve to be in a world like his.
He’s doing a pretty bang-up job at ignoring everything but his responsibilities as a DEA officer and a member of The Uncertain Saints MC.
Then his neighbor knocks on his door, and everything he thought he knew is blown out the window.
Annie teaches Mig that not every woman is out to get him.
Her love for Mig stretches past what’s appropriate for two friends, and Annie soon straddles that invisible boundary between appropriate and inappropriate.
Annie’s not a cheater, though.
When she tries to say goodbye, Mig won’t let her leave, and soon the tiny town of Uncertain blows up with the news of Annie and Mig’s innocent friendship.
Matters of the heart are foreign to Mig, and it takes Annie being gutted for him to see the wrong he’s done.
He waits too long, though, and Annie’s heart is broken.
She wants it all, or she wants nothing. She can’t take anymore half-hearted attempts at being just friends.
The heart wants what it wants, and it doesn’t take long for Mig to realize that.
But just when Mig finally has it all in the palm of his hand, his life is ripped to shreds by a new player in the game, and it takes all of Annie’s love and devotion, as well as help from the men of The Uncertain Saint’s MC, to put Mig back together again.
Coming September 1st!
The road to hell is paved with good intentions…
Apple “Core” Drew needs The Uncertain Saints MC like he needs air. He is barely making it through the day, and each one that goes by takes him closer and closer to hell. Literally, not figuratively.
He’s a half breath away from stepping over that line that separates right from wrong, and he could care less who knows it.
But then he meets an angel, the sister of a club member, and his whole outlook on life changes.
Just not for the better.
As surely as he’s ruined his life, he’ll ruin her life, too. One lapse in judgement on his part, and his one night of happiness turns into the worst nine months of his life.
Which he would’ve thought was damn near impossible with the things he’s done and seen.
But is the road to heaven paved with good actions?
It was the beard. The beard made her do it.
That’ll be her excuse for having sex with a man she just met, and she’s sticking to it.
Yeah, who was she kidding? It wasn’t the beard. It was the solemn and dejected way he looked at her. The almost desperate sadness she sees in his eyes calls out to her. The way his rough hands move over he skin has her longing for more.
She was sure she’d give anything to take that look out of his eyes, but she never anticipated that in doing do, things would go from bad to worse.
She wants more, but one day is all he’ll give her.
Until she dies, that is. Then it’s too late.