I received a copy of the book for an honest review.
I have enjoyed River Savages MC books and was excited to read this one. I like when authors change genre to see how they change things up. River Savage has a way with writing sassy females and hot alpha males and this was no different.
Ask me what I know about Hetch…
- Hetch is the leader of his SWAT team
- Is dedicated to his job
- Hangs out at The Elephant with his team
- If you ask his neighbor he has a new woman every night
- He does not do relationships
Ask me what I know about Liberty…
- She is dedicated to keeping the boys at Boys Haven on the right track
- She has given up men
- Is on a self appointed sex sabbatical
- Is sassy and doesn’t hold back or back down when confronted
I was laughing so hard when Hetch was listening to Liberty through the shared wall of their apartments. Then things got even better when they had a showdown over Hetch attempting to buy Liberty a drink one night at The Elephant. The moment Liberty put two and two together to realize exactly who Hetch was…PRICE LESS. I loved seeing Hetch take care of Liberty and cried when Liberty wouldn’t leave Hetch’s side. The scene with Liberty and Fox absolutely tore my heart apart. There were ups and downs I was laughing on minute, crying the next, trying to figure out what just happened and how were things going to play out gutted me. I loved watching Hetch bond with Mitch one of the boys from Boys Haven. To watch Hetch deal with all he had to in the past was heart wrenching. Loved the fact that Hetch thought he was helping and protecting Liberty when it was Liberty who was helping to save Hetch when he couldn’t even see what was happening right in front of his eyes. But the question is will their jobs tear them apart and can they survive? Needless to say I cannot wait for more of this series, I’m anxious to read Fox’s story next.
They say moments of clarity hit you hard. Like suddenly a deep understanding smacks you in the face. Your vision becomes unclouded, and a truth that’s been out of your reach rushes at you. It’s in that second your perception of reality becomes so clear you can’t begin to describe it.
Some call it beautiful, some say it can be saddening, some even compare it to the moment your drug of choice washes over you, offering a moment of escape.
I wish I could I say my moment of clarity is an epiphany or some kind of life-defining moment that showed me where my messed-up life is going.
No, my moment hits me as the first wave of the orgasm I’ve been chasing the last few minutes washes over me.
“Fuck, woman, wait for me this time.” His voice pulls me from my haze first, reminding me how messed up I am.
Heat covers my body, not from the life-altering orgasm, but from embarrassment.
Without thinking rationally, I throw my vibrator to the floor and freeze, afraid to move, as a low moan pauses on my lips. The thump of my beating heart, almost syncing in perfect rhythm to the throb drumming between my legs.
Jesus, please tell me he didn’t hear me.
“Don’t go shy on me now, babe.” He half chuckles, half growls, and even though there is a wall between us, the words wash over me; Goose bumps prickle my skin as if his warm breath whispered over me.
Shit.
Shit.
Shit.
Slowly, as if by some freak of nature, apartment nine can see me through the wall, I roll off the bed and find myself on all fours.
Really, Liberty?
Fully committed to my actions, I slowly army crawl my way to the nearest exit.
A strong tap on the wall halts my escape followed by, “You still there?” Another wave of humiliation crashes over me when I take stock of my predicament.
If I don’t get out of here fast, I’ll be drowning in so much embarrassment, nothing will resuscitate me.
Unable to form a coherent thought, and not willing to engage with the pervert, I continue to low crawl my way out of my bedroom and into my bathroom. Closing the door, I stand, and quickly walk to the shower. After turning the faucet on, I strip the rest of my clothes off, then step under the spray of the water.
Jesus, that was close.
I have no idea what I was thinking. In fact, I know I wasn’t. Which scares me even more.
I, Liberty Jenson, would never take risks like this. If asked what prompted this change in me, I’d answer with two things.
Apartment nine.
And a self-appointed sex sabbatical.
It all started when I moved into my new apartment. At first, I was excited, ready for a fresh start. After a messy break-up, which included dealing with a douche ex who didn’t know how to keep his dick in his pants, I needed a new place. Somewhere closer to town this time, secure, and most importantly, affordable. However, finding a place close to the city, which was secure enough to make me feel safe and would still leave me enough money left over from my program director’s wage, proved to be a feat. After searching for five weeks, I was about to give up, accept defeat and move in with my mom and dad again. I mean it wasn’t the worst thing that could happen to a single thirty-year-old woman.
Right?
Luckily for me, I didn’t have to resort to such desperate measures when this place came up two weeks ago. After a quick walk through, I fell in love with the two bedrooms, one bath, and open kitchen living area. I filled out the paperwork, paid my deposit, a month’s rent in advance, and moved in five days later.
Everything seemed perfect.
That was until I realized how paper-thin the walls were between apartments.
It started out subtle, a sneeze in the early evening on my first night here as I settled into bed. A soft murmur of a man’s voice the third night.
But then came the sex.
The hot, wild, filthy sex.
The fourth night in my new apartment, I was woken to the low moans of what I assumed to be a needy woman.
My face heats up remembering the screams, the grunts. The deep baritone of apartment nine’s voice as he told the ‘bitch’ to keep it quiet.
Unsure what to do, I laid silent, listening to my new neighbor fuck some lucky woman into submission.
I’m not going to lie; I wasn’t turned on by it. I was set alight.
I never thought I would be that kind of person, the kind who got off from listening in on someone get off, but something in the way he spoke to her, something in the way he spoke to all the other women since, stirred a new want in me. Soon I found myself seeking out my room for a chance to hear him.
It was wrong.
So wrong.
But it didn’t stop me from wanting it.
The screams.
The deep grunts of pleasure.
I wanted it all.
I wanted it to be me.
“I’m officially going to hell.” I groan under the water, trying to wash the stupidity off me. Stupid would be the nice way of calling me a fucking idiot. And an idiot is what I am. Especially after tonight.
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