Roxy's Reviews: Review, Excerpt + #Giveaway: Thrash by JC Emery

Monday 20 January 2014

Review, Excerpt + #Giveaway: Thrash by JC Emery

Loneliness suffocates the heart. Acceptance breaks down walls.

As a Lost Girl to the Forsaken Motorcycle Club, Nicole Whelan knows how to party. She’s not cut-out for relationships and her life is way too complicated for anything more than casual encounters. But one night when she falls into Duke’s bed at the clubhouse, he sees something in her that he can’t let go of—no matter how many times she tries to run.

Having been left to raise her teenage brother, Jeremy, she’s already got her hands full and isn’t looking for anymore complications. But Duke’s just watched his best friend fall for the only girl he couldn't have, and then lose her so shortly after, shaking him to his core. Faced with his own loneliness, he’s more determined than ever to break down Nic’s walls and show her that he can be good for her; but he’s got a bad track record and she’s got a bad temper. Changing his ways isn’t easy when he’s not sure what he’s even changing for.

The violence and turmoil are at an all-time high, and Forsaken is in a vulnerable place when a twist of fate breathes new life into the club. It’s a much-needed beacon of hope for the embattled biker family, even if everyone’s not exactly on board. With Duke and Nic’s relationship already on shaky ground, and something even more important at stake, the Forsaken Motorcycle Club will fight like hell to keep their family together and whole.

Love is never more precious than when it’s new.

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EXCERPT

“Shit like that ain’t easy to forget. Bitches in this life— they snort shit, suck dicks, and fuck around— and we don’t give a fuck about that shit as long as they keep their mouths shut about club business. Princess was miserable, sure. I get that, dude. But she broke the one fucking rule we got— the only fucking thing that makes this work: our silence.”

“You think I don’t know that?” His voice booms and his head shoots up. His gray eyes shoot daggers at me. “You really think I ain’t thought about this— that my dick’s the only thing that matters?”

“Then what does matter?” I ask quietly. In all the years I’ve known this mother fucker he’s never opened up like this. Even when we were kids and he’d get hurt all he’d do is start kicking the ground and throwing a fit. Didn’t matter if he’d fucked up his knee or broke his arm— he was pissed and kicking the dirt. “What is it about this chick that’s got your dick in knots?”

“She thanked me,” he says lowly. “The trip back from Brooklyn and we’re all standing around listening to Pop ramble the fuck on. She’s got to be scared as fuck, but she looks at me and fucking thanks me. Nobody ever thanks me.”

“You’re ready to lose your patch because Princess has manners?” I ask, almost incredulous.

“Fuck,” he shouts in frustration, lifts the empty beer bottle from the counter, and throws it against the back wall. I force myself to keep a steady eye as he kicks at the floor three times and then slams his fist into the counter.

“Say you go against Grady and the club votes you down. He’s barely tolerating her being in Pop’s house as it is. You lose your patch for her and that crazy bitch is gonna follow you wherever you go.” He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t have to. He’s taking a chance by talking to me. I know that shit’s not easy.

“Problem is, Bro— you lose your patch and ride off into the sunset and what happens when Mancuso finds you? Way I see it, the only thing keeping her alive is this club. You can’t do that shit on your own.”

“Tell me what to do,” he says in a plea. I bite my tongue to stop myself from cracking a joke. Trigger’s not one to give up control easily, and he pretty much never asks for help. I consider ribbing him about it, but if I tried that he’d probably self-destruct from trying to sort this shit out on his own. I love the dude, but he’s not really a thinker.

“Let her go,” I say and take another pull of my beer. “You care way too much about her to let her get hurt, so the only thing you can do is to just let her go. At least then she’ll be safe.”

“She’s fucking relentless,” he says.

“Then make her understand that this isn’t going to happen and why,” I say.

REVIEW

I thoroughly enjoyed this book. It was interesting to see things from a Lost Girl’s perspective, and to see the differences between the Forsaken Club members’ relationships with the Lost Girls and with their Old Ladies. Everything about this book was raw, gritty and real, censoring nothing, making it even more exciting.

I loved that this book was told from Nicole and Duke’s POV at the same time as the events that took place in Ride, and it brought back a lot of memories. I was given insight into Alex’s insecurities as being a girl on the outside in Ride, and this time around I had the pleasure of seeing very similar insecurities from a girl on the inside.

Nicole was fantastic. She was strong and didn’t take hell from anyone, not even big, bad Duke. She gave him as good as she got. But, she also had a soft heart, which was apparent in her love for her brother, and even her love for Duke. She may not have made the best choices in life, but she made the ones that were right for her and her family at the time.

Duke on the other hand…I wasn’t sure if I wanted to slap him or kiss him. He was infuriating at times and then he showed his softer side and my heart melted.

I fell so hard for this couple that my heart felt like it was in a vice, and it was slowly being crushed with each turn of the page. The chemistry was smoking hot and the sexual tension was even hotter. This book has haunted (in a good way) my dreams ever since I read it. I cannot get this amazing story out of my head and, it may be early days, but, this is definitely going to be one of my favorite reads for 2014.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

As a child, JC was fascinated by things that went bump in the night. As they say, some things never change. Now, as an adult, she divides her time between the sexy law men, mythical creatures, and kick-ass heroines that live inside her head and pursuing her bachelor's degree in English. JC is a San Francisco Bay Area native, but has also called both Texas and Louisiana home. These days she rocks her flip flops year round in Northern California and can't imagine a climate more beautiful.

JC writes adult, new adult, and young adult fiction. She dabbles in many different genres including science fiction, horror, chick lit, and murder mysteries, yet she is most enthralled by supernatural stories-- and everything has at least a splash of romance.

Blog: http://www.jcemery.com

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