Revenge.
I race to finance it.
I evade to protect it.
I kill to attain it.
I planned everything.
Except her.
The alluring, curvaceous blonde at the finish line.
With sapphire eyes that cheat and lie.
Whose powerful family murdered mine.
I hate her.
I want her.
I know she’s hiding something.
But so am I.
Review
The ties that bind can be…filthy, ulterior, devious, and complicated.
They can lead to reprehensible actions – moves that force individuals to succumb to plans of revenge and blackmail, which are sometimes the only way complete freedom can occur.
For Kaci Baskel and Logan Flynt, the forces that bring them together also threaten to destroy them because underhanded maneuvers and dangerous power plays are the name of the game when it comes to money, power, and vengeance.
On the surface, Kaci seems like she has the world at her feet. She’s rich, beautiful, and in a commanding position in the business world. On the outside, Kaci is perfectly put together and wants for nothing, but if anyone were to look closely, they would see a woman who lives a life that’s dictated by others – one where her control is out of her hands and any deviance from that path leads to destructive outcomes. But the one thing Kaci holds only for herself is her love of fast rides and her desire for a man whose face she’s never seen because he evades every aspect of society and leaves her craving for some kind of connection with him – one that would give her back a piece of herself.
Logan Flynt’s life has been consumed with revenge ever since the horrific events that led to his mother’s death. Racing as Evader allows him to finance his devious plan as well as enable him to set other parts of his plan in motion – ones that include the adult children of the Media moguls responsible for his need for retribution. But what he doesn’t anticipate is his attraction and need for a woman who has just as many personas as he does.
Will vengeance be his or will the name of the game change now that his perspective on what his life needs has significantly altered?
Dirty Ties is one hell of a sexy and adventurous ride that will take readers on a multitude of twists and turns, leaving readers guessing about whose game planning and manipulation will win out in the end.
Due to Logan’s end game, some may see him as more of an anti-hero than one fighting for the common good, but as the story plays out, it becomes clearer who Logan exactly is and why he’s spent his life on this single mission. His duplicitous acts are all meant to eradicate all those involved in ruining his life and taking away the only person who meant anything to him. Yes, these actions lead him down a dark path, but it’s a course that may also help him to reestablish a life beyond retribution, perhaps even one of redemption.
Kaci and Logan’s story is amazingly written – it has a kickass storyline and multi-faceted characters who continue to bend and grow until the very last line. It’s a captivating read that includes scorching sex scenes, suspenseful acts, a multitude of schemes and betrayals, and an outcome that will in a substantial way alter the lives of everyone involved.
I’m a huge fan of Pam Godwin’s writing, and Dirty Ties illustrates her versatility as a writer. If you’re a reader who has never read one of her texts, you definitely are missing out and need to one-click NOW!
A complimentary copy was provided in exchange for an honest review.
5 poison apples
He knelt over my attacker, his strength visible in the stretch of the jacket over his back and shoulders. His helmet cocked, angled in my direction. “I had this.”
Oh my God, his voice. Okay, it was definitely synthesized, his timbre humming with an electronic overlay, but it was deep and gravelly and so goddamned sexy.
Pull yourself together, Kaci. He was far more dangerous than the man who just attacked me.
“Get out of here.” I nodded to the street behind me, and as if on cue, another squad car zoomed by. “I’ll hold him until you’re gone.”
What was I saying? I didn’t want him to leave.
I thought I heard a chuckle, but couldn’t be sure with the whine of sirens and exhaust pipes. He looked back at my attacker, swung an arm, and knocked him out. Damn. Okay, that worked too.
I lowered the gun. “You won the race?”
“Of course.” He rose and erased the distance between us in three strides.
My nerves shivered, overloaded and amped up, and oh God, he was just standing there, heating the air around me, staring at me. What did he want? I opened my mouth to spew a gushing thank you.
He snatched the gun from my hand.
What the? “Give that ba—”
He lifted my chin and stroked a gloved finger over the nicks on my throat. Each caress irritated the cuts, but I didn’t want him to stop. He raised the finger in front of my visor, blood soaking the leather tip. “Have you learned your lesson?”
His voice reverberated through me, and my knees weakened. Even with the electronic distortion, he sounded pissed.
My heart panted, and a throb swelled, hot and needy, between my legs. All because of a pissed-off synthesized voice? I might’ve just swallowed my self-respect, but I couldn’t help it. My body had one mission, and that mission vibrated against me like he wanted to tear me in half. Damn me to hell, but my inner muscles clenched at the thought.
I touched my throat and flinched at the bite of pain. “It’s just a scratch.”
The reflection of my helmet in his visor wavered as he shook his head. He gazed down on me as if he were…considering something? God, I wished I could see his face, his eyes.
His finger returned to my throat, trailed a path beneath my chin, lifting it and catching on the edge of the helmet. He tugged it, like he wanted to rip off the shield and see my eyes, too. “Get on your bike, sweetheart.”
He flicked the safety on the gun and gripped my shoulders, turning my body to face the bike. Both bikes. His and mine side-by-side. Oh, how I loved the sight of that.
His fingers touched my hip, slipping beneath my jacket to stroke my bare skin. I trembled against the brush of his glove, until he opened his mouth. “This is your last race.”
The temperature in my helmet rose by ten degrees, and my cheeks inflamed. I glared at him over my shoulder. “Excuse me?”
Smack. A stinging jolt of fire rippled over my ass, and I shuffled forward. He fucking hit me! I placed my hands on the bike’s seat, and unbidden, a grin took hold of my face. He fucking spanked me.
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author, Pam Godwin, lives in the Midwest with her husband, their two children, and a foulmouthed parrot. When she ran away, she traveled fourteen countries across five continents, attended three universities, and married the vocalist of her favorite rock band.
Java, tobacco, and dark romance novels are her favorite indulgences, and might be considered more unhealthy than her aversion to sleeping, eating meat, and dolls with blinking eyes.
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