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Loosely attached to Chelsea Camaron's Hellions Series and Jessie Lane's Ex Ops Series.
She's an investment banker.
He's an outlaw biker.
A little bit of heaven is about to meet a whole lot of hell.
Morgan Powell was raised to be perfect, to set an example for her sisters to follow. Her life has been dedicated to making something of her career, so she wouldn’t know what to do with a man even if you gave her an instruction manual.
Brett 'Ice' Grady spends his days trying to keep up with his teenage daughter, his nights consumed in Regulators’ MC business. He has no time for anything more than a casual hookup.
Two worlds collide when the dangers of his life crash into the calm of hers.
Can she go beyond her own boundaries and chip her way through to the man known to be as cold as ice?
She's an investment banker.
He's an outlaw biker.
A little bit of heaven is about to meet a whole lot of hell.
Morgan Powell was raised to be perfect, to set an example for her sisters to follow. Her life has been dedicated to making something of her career, so she wouldn’t know what to do with a man even if you gave her an instruction manual.
Brett 'Ice' Grady spends his days trying to keep up with his teenage daughter, his nights consumed in Regulators’ MC business. He has no time for anything more than a casual hookup.
Two worlds collide when the dangers of his life crash into the calm of hers.
Can she go beyond her own boundaries and chip her way through to the man known to be as cold as ice?
Biker books are all the rage right now, and because of that
they seem to run the full gamut. You can
read gritty biker tales, romantic biker tales, not so great biker tales…they’re
all out there. I would rate this as an
upper-middle of the pack, though. Its
characters really pulled me in.
Morgan has been raised, ironically, by people who seem just
as icy as Ice’s demeanor and reputation.
She has always done the right thing.
She’s gotten the good grades, excelled at a perfect career and been an
example to her sisters. When
circumstances change and she needs help, she seeks out the leader of the
Regulators MC. And he totally lives up
to his reputation. Even though they
seemingly are polar opposites, an attraction rages between them that neither
one can deny.
I have to admit, the characters won me over in this
one. Ice, especially, is a total alpha –
possessive, sexy, egotistical – but he also is a single dad who lost the love
of his life young and hasn’t opened himself up to a woman until Morgan. I loved that underneath his tough exterior
was a man who was tender and caring and just really deeply wounded. He was complicated and layered and was a
great character. Morgan, as well, had
some great qualities that kept me invested in her story. Her past was sad, but she was a driven, tough
and smart woman who could totally handle Ice.
And her transformation from beginning to end was fascinating and fun to
read about.
My one complaint about the book was that as a fan of sex,
there wasn’t nearly enough. And it
doesn’t happen until later in the book.
But I will say that it kept me reading wondering when the heck the two main
characters were going to hook up! Still,
that doesn’t make the book bad it’s merely personal preference and you all know
me, I love me some smut. But, not every
book can be smut-tastic. I guess we all
deserve a break sometimes.
Overall, I thought this book had a solid plot and great
characters. It was a promising start to
a new biker series and I will definitely be reading the next book. 4 stars.
I was probably midway through Ice before I began to figure out what
was so special about the Regulators Motorcycle Club. One of the reasons I like
reading MC books is that while there are often similarities among the
philosophies of the various clubs, they each tend to be unique in their own way
and whether it’s a major difference or a minor difference, it’s what keeps this
particular genre from stagnating for me. Because no matter what I expect from
an MC romance, there’s always a nuance that keeps it from being a regurgitation
of every other MC book I’ve read and Ice
provided me with a new MC series to look forward to.
I have to give Morgan a lot of
respect. I’m not sure that I would have been as open to Ice’s help and
intrusion in my life after their previous interactions in which he was a
complete arse. While I understand that she was at the end of her rope when
dealing with her sister’s disappearance, she was most certainly a better woman
than I would have been and I’m not a grudge holder. Fortunately, Ice made it
easier for her to accept his help as he did admit that his previous behaviors and
judgments were wrong – even if he refused to apologize, and I just gotta say
that I appreciated the logic behind his refusal. I really liked how protective
he became of Morgan once he and the club took on the search for her sister and
the lengths to which they were willing to go to find her. Yes, her sister’s
disappearance went hand-in-hand with their current machinations, but they
stepped up their schedule so that they could get Madyson home quicker. I will
admit that I enjoyed the interrogation scene immensely, probably more than I
should have.
While Ice is an action-packed MC romance that kept me entertained from
page one, what I enjoyed most about the book was that Ice didn’t attempt to bed
Morgan until after her sister was home safe. Even though the attraction between
the two was apparent, the sexual tension was not the focus of the story until
after Madyson’s rescue. But once that business was complete, all bets were off
for Ice and he set out to make Morgan his. They had great chemistry and this
made the sex scenes hot, especially when Ice finally took Morgan out for a date
at his daughter Brooke’s insistence (and that was a chuckle inducing scene all
its own). I thoroughly enjoyed Ice
and am already looking forward to the next book in the Regulators MC series.
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Looking at my phone screen, I smile at the text in front of me.
I’m off 2nite. Movie @
ur house or mine?
Texting back, I tell my best friend I will be at her house after
work with takeout. It is not often she gets a Friday night off. Working in a
bank, I have every weekend off. Casey’s career path is far different than mine,
though, and it is one that requires weekend time.
My day drags on as I review current investment portfolios and market
changes. I have the best job ever. I get paid to spend other people’s money as
an investment broker here in South Beach. My life is sun, sand, and dollar
bills.
Before going to Casey’s, I stop by my condo and change clothes. The
down side to my job is the stuffy suits I have to wear: reasonable, past
knee-length skirts; reasonable women’s dress pants; and reasonable button up
shirts. I might hate them, yet in a sad way, the dress code fits my
life—reasonable.
It’s not long into girl’s night before the difference in our
lifestyle’s show.
“Damn, we’re not even halfway through the first movie, and you’re
ready for bed? What the hell? Grandparents stay up later than you,” my best
friend wakes me out of my doze.
“Sorry, some of us keep normal business hours,” I joke back.
“Yeah, your hours scream forty-two, not twenty-four, as does
everything else in your life.”
“I’m not that bad,” I protest half-heartedly. However, that voice of
doubt says “maybe I am.” Maybe my stiff upbringing has rubbed off on me more
than I care to admit.
My parents raised me to be an example. As the oldest of three, I had
to be the light to guide my younger sisters, Madyson and Mallory. Everything
with my parents was about fitting the mold, keeping up appearances. Their
brainwashing worked to some degree. Going away to college did nothing for me in
my attempt to escape my overbearing parents, either. No, they live in my head,
every rule engraved into my brain matter. Too bad no one warned me there is no
cure and no escape once they get those rules engrained into your very being.
I am a twenty-four-year-old virgin. A college educated, suit
wearing, have my shit together prude. Yep, that’s me. I wouldn’t know what to
do with a penis if it was given to me gift wrapped in Christmas paper, and
topped with a bow.
Morgan Ann Powell: pathetic, stiff, and borderline pseudo-old
lady—that is me. I am, quite possibly, the only woman in her twenties who can
count on one hand how many guys she has kissed. I am not cut out for parties,
guys, or any wild times, either. My destiny is to be the old lady who lives
alone, feeding all the stray cats in the neighborhood.
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