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Blurb for HIDDEN HEAT:
Sizzling with passion and suspense, perfect for
fans of Joanna Wylde and Julie Ann Walker, the Brothers of Mayhem series revs
up as a headstrong beauty faces off against an outlaw motorcycle club—and falls
for the bad boy she never saw coming.
Cassidy
Ryder refuses to be intimidated by anyone, even the hell-raising, hard-drinking
Brothers of Mayhem. The daughter of their former president, she’s not above
smashing a few heads to keep her teenage brother safe. But when Cassidy’s big
mouth gets her in trouble, the only thing that saves her is some quick thinking
from the Brothers’ bartender. He’s commanding and strong, and as smooth as the
whiskey he pours: the ultimate temptation for a girl who swore she’d never be a
biker’s plaything.
But Thorn
Savalas is no ordinary biker. He’s a cop, and he’s worked too hard earning the
Brothers’ trust to blow his cover over a female—even one who rocks a pair of
jeans like Cassidy. The only way to protect her is by claiming she’s his old
lady. Trouble is, Thorn can’t just pretend. He wants Cassidy, and every
scorching touch tells him she feels the same. But acting on their hottest
fantasies could leave them both exposed . . . even if nothing else has ever
felt so real.
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My Review of HIDDEN HEAT:
Not
usually a fan of MC (Motorcycle Club) romances, I was a bit hesitant reading
HIDDEN HEAT by Carla Swafford but having read her Circle series, I knew she
could pack a wallop when she needed to so I took a chance. I’m glad I did.
This story was about more than bikers, causing trouble, and behavior bordering
on misogynistic. It was tough but emotional, forgiving, and steamy as all get
out. Cassidy is a woman with her own mind. Yeah, there were a few times when I
thought she pushed the envelope a bit in her defense of her brother, Storm but
hey, she is a badass biker chick. But then there is Thorn…hey, he could bring
out the femininity in any woman, even the most badass like Cassidy. Carla is
good at conjuring real men in her stories and that’s what you get with Thorn.
He is sex personified. He’s everything you’d expect from a biker but then he’s
not. The pairing was perfect.
HIDDEN
HEAT, book one in the Brothers of Mayhem series by Carla Swafford is action
from the start and it just keeps going. There’s so much going on in the story
that you have to stay glued to it just to keep track. I do think the ending
felt a bit rushed but it worked so I can’t complain too much. However, it would’ve
been nice if it lasted just a little bit longer so I didn’t have to say
good-bye to Thorn yet.
If
you’re a fan of MC romance, you’ve got to read HIDDEN HEAT by Carla Swafford.
If you’re like me, and kind of on the edge, give it a try because I think it
might surprise you as much as it did me.
Happy Reading Everyone!
Excerpt from HIDDEN
HEAT:
With a calmness he didn’t
feel, Thorn looked over at Stonewall, the president of the mother chapter and
the Skull of the club. From day one, each national president was referred to as
the Skull, and during formal proceedings, the Brothers of Mayhem were called
Bones. All taken from the design on the club’s center patch: bones surrounding
a skull.
Stonewall wasn’t much to
look at, with his droopy left eye and crooked nose. Rumor ran he’d been hit
with a two-by-four some years ago, but it hadn’t damaged the man’s brain. He
was known to be a wily bastard. It took more than brawn to lead the pack of
deviants the old man had recruited over the last few years.
Only a small handful of
the Brothers joined the club solely for the camaraderie of riding in the wind
whenever and wherever they wanted. The majority wanted more, and there was a
good reason they were known to be an outlaw motorcycle club; members were also
called one percenters. A magazine article a long time ago said 99 percent of
motorcycle riders were good, upstanding citizen.
The leftovers thought
nothing of cheating, stealing, and selling to bring in the needed cash to work
on their bikes and buy even bigger and faster ones. From what Thorn had seen,
the majority of the club believed freedom was living a life filled with
parties, booze, women, and drugs, and having the money to do it all.
Thorn checked the room
for a place to be private and talk. Deciding a back room would take care of
what they needed, he first waved over some help.
The woman in his arms
tightened her hold and pressed her face into his vest. He inhaled her light,
flowery scent and ran his hands up and down her back. Her mouth reached the
center of his chest, perfect for wrapping her in his arms and keeping her safe.
Without releasing her,
he said, “Pull a glass for the Skull, Prospect.”
The kid who wore a patch
on his jacket designating his lowly status jumped over the counter and headed
toward the tap. Not voted into the club yet, he had to follow any patched
Brother’s orders. So he did all of the grunt work in the hope he could wear the
club’s colors, a leather jacket with the sleeves cut off and the Holy Grail of
a center skull patch.
Stonewall’s gaze
narrowed, but he remained quiet. Thorn knew he walked on thin ice with the man.
Stonewall trusted him as much as he did any of the newer members, and that was
very little.
“I need to take care of
some business,” Thorn said, smirking as he glanced down at the woman in his
arms.
He tugged Cassidy toward
the office in the back, the only place most of the Brothers would leave them
undisturbed. As he expected, she stiffened her legs and tried to pull away. He
picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder.
“You bastard! Put me
down!” Fists thumping his back, she struggled to be released as he held tight
to her legs.
When she tried to throw
her body to the side, he slapped her ass a couple of times. She quickly settled
down. Damn, that felt good. Probably, someone should’ve spanked her years ago.
“Stay still!” He tried
his best to keep his mind off those sweet red cheeks as he strolled along the
back hallway. Once they were in the office, he closed the door with a light
kick, and he let her slip to her feet, relishing the slide of her body down
his. The urge was almost too strong to ignore. Who would blame him? A little
demon in the back of his mind nagged that there had to be some benefit from saving
her stubborn little neck.
She scrambled around the
old steel desk and shot hate out of those beautiful, big, brown eyes. One hand
found its way to her back end and rubbed before she caught his grin. She
crossed her arms defensively over her chest and grimaced when her butt pressed
against the wall. He chuckled, and she shot him an eat-shit-and-die look.
“What are you planning
on doing to me?” Her gaze darted to the door, but she was smart enough to not
make a move. Yet.
From the first time he’d
seen her, a few months ago, he’d been fascinated by her gutsy, sassy attitude.
She’d turned up at the bar obviously tracking down her brother. She’d chewed
out Storm from the moment she spotted him talking with Stonewall until she
shoved him into the car. Her brother, a head taller, let his sister fuss and
shake a finger in his face, the whole time grinning ear to ear.
Yeah, the girl—no,
scratch that—the woman was trouble, but he always had a thing for strong women.
Sex was so much more fun and interesting when they surrendered.
His dick twitched.
To regain control of his
body’s reaction, he gave her his back long enough to check for eavesdroppers.
He peeked up and down the hallway. No one had followed. He closed the door
again and faced her after curbing his wayward response.
“Lower your voice. The
walls are thin.” He needed her to understand the danger she was in. Over the
years, he’d done a lot of things he wasn’t proud of, but hurting a woman wasn’t
one of them. Besides the few slaps he’d placed on her ass would sting for only
so long. But if Stonewall had heard her demanding the whereabouts of Storm, the
pain the prez dished out wouldn’t be so easily forgotten.
“Let me go. I’ll pay for
the broken glasses, but I demand you tell me where Storm is.” She lifted her chin,
and her chest rose and fell beneath the tight tee shirt.
Pulling his gaze back to
her face, her pink cheeks warned him that she’d caught him staring. What could
he say? He was a heterosexual, red-blooded male.
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About the Author:
Carla
Swafford loves romance novels, action/adventure movies, and men, and her books
reflect that. She’s married to her high school sweetheart and lives in Alabama.
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