Monday, May 8, 2017

{Blog Tour} Rebel Custody - Sarah Hawthorne (Review & Giveaway)

In REBEL CUSTODY, Skeeter is a man used to breaking the rules while Miriam is always on the right side of the law. When Miriam agrees to pose as Skeeter's woman to get details they need for a case the lines between business and pleasure begin to blur. Golden Heart Finalist, Sarah Hawthorne returns to her Demon Horde series with this sinfully hot must read from Carina Press!

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About Rebel Custody

Title: Rebel Custody
Author: Sarah Hawthorne
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 1, 2017
Publisher: Carina Press
Series: Demon Horde, MC #2
Format: Digital eBook
ASIN: B01MUG1G4V

Synopsis:

A son in danger
The Demon Horde MC are no strangers to breaking the rules, but making a man pay to get his son back crosses one too many lines for Skeeter. He'll do anything, including play by the book, if it means bringing his son home. Hiring straitlaced attorney Miriam Englestein is meant to solve his problems, not create new ones. One look at her and his good-guy facade goes out the window. He wants to throw his buttoned-up lawyer onto the back of his bike and make her his.

A woman at risk
Miri wants nothing to do with the club. Her father may be in their pocket, but she's on the right side of the law and she intends to stay there. But there's something about Skeeter's plea—something about him—she can't walk away from. While she's tempted to let him do unspeakably wicked and delicious things to her, she can't risk her law practice, or her heart.

A dangerous deception
When Miriam agrees to pose as Skeeter's woman to get details they need for the case, things heat up fast—and it's not long before the lines between business and personal blur, and they're both in over their heads. In the MC world, lies have a way of coming back to you, and they put everyone at risk.

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Look for Outlaw Ride (Demon Horde #3) releasing in September 2017 with Carina Press! And be sure to pick up your copy of Enfocer’s Price (Demon Horde #1), available today!

Review:
This book contains adult themes.

This is the second book in the Demon Horde series that follows Skeeter as he learns that he has a son.   Skeeter seeks out a lawyer to gain custody of this son and that is when he meets Miriam.  Skeeter and Miriam skate around it, but you can almost feel the chemistry instantly with them.   There first interaction is perfect for these two and does come full circle in this book.   Miriam’s father is a very powerful lawyer and she works at his firm so she comes from a lot of money.  Skeeter and Miriam come from two different worlds.

The author does a great job creating the entire world for Skeeter and Miriam.  The author gives a lot of background information on both main characters so that you can easily become invested in their futures.   The book is told in alternating POV between Skeeter and Miriam.    We get to see how they think about each other as well as what their concerns are about events happening in the book.

Skeeter is a biker from Louisiana originally who the author gave a large amount of background and details on how he got to where he is today.  Skeeter is a very caring individual and only wants the best for his son.  Skeeter hasn’t had very much experience in relationships so he has trouble opening up and also doesn’t know what to say to make things go forward.  Miriam is a very interesting character that the author created.  She also lacks experience in relationships and doesn’t know what to say or act.   They are both trying to figure out how to make a relationship work and if they want to have a relationship.   Skeeter is also going through a major life event of finding out he has a child so there is a lot going on that the author does a great job working through.

I love the author’s writing style.  In such a short book, I felt connected to the characters and we went through two major events.  The story flows very naturally and the building of the relationship happens at the right pacing for me.  The author does a great job creating all the chemistry needed for the two characters as well as the challenges that come with any relationship.   I also loved that you don’t need to read the first book to know what is going on.  This book does follow the same motorcycle club, but the author gives enough information that you wouldn’t have needed to know what happened before to be able to follow along.   

I also loved the comedy that the author put in this book.  The ending was just amazing to me and I felt that it was perfect for this book to make it come back full circle!

My one major complaint was I felt like compared to the first book there was one major build up to action and in this book, we have two build ups to action.  I sort of thought the book was going to end after the first event, but then it kept going.  I felt after all the build up to the first event it just wasn’t what I expected to happen.  I wanted to see more action and drama from the author.    The author is amazing at creating these scenes that you don’t want to stop reading and I felt like the first one was just blah, I mean the author completely makes up for it with the second build up because I didn’t see it coming at all.

I would suggest this as a nighttime read the book was an easy one to pick up and just get lost in after a long day.  The author does a great job creating an entire new world to fall into and it was a great break.


I received a copy of this book from Barclay Publicity to provide an honest review.  This does not affect my opinion of this book.

My Rating: 4/5







About Enforcer’s Price:

Title: Enforcer’s Price
Author: Sarah Hawthorne
Publisher: Carina Press
Series: Demon Horde #1
Release Date: February 6, 2017
Genre: Contemporary Romance
ISBN: 9781488024412

A man looking for redemption
Colt spent eight months in prison for trusting the wrong woman, nearly bringing down his entire motorcycle club in the process. Now he needs to fix the MC's cash flow problems or watch the only family he's ever known fall apart.
Meeting Krista wasn't part of his mission.
Falling for her could mean his destruction.

A single mom trying to get by
Krista was ready to leave hooking behind when her ex cleaned out her bank account. Stuck working to provide for her daughter, she protects herself with one rule: never get involved with someone at the club.
Not that she wants to. Sex has become a job, a means to an end.

One night together as an escape
Krista's body wakes at Colt's touch, allowing her to imagine a life after the MC. A future. A happily-ever-after, if only briefly. Krista brings out feelings in Colt he forgot could exist. But just as he begins to trust again, Krista's truth is revealed - testing the very boundaries of Colt's jealousy and faith.

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Praise for Enforcer’s Price:

“I’ve been looking forward to Enforcer’s Price since the moment I learned the premise, and I’m happy to say that this debut novel by Sarah Hawthorne doesn’t disappoint. Edgy and real, Enforcer’s Price grabs at your heart and doesn’t let go!” -- J. Kenner/Julie Kenner, New York Times & #1 International bestselling author

“I loved Enforcer’s Price. It’s a wild ride showing the gritty side of love in an MC.” -- Jade Chandler, author of the Jericho Brotherhood series

“Enforcer's Pride is a wild ride. It gets you in the feels and keeps going. It's a dark and gritty MC romance, and I can't wait for more.” -- Jade Chandler, author of the Jericho Brotherhood series

“Enforcer’s Price is a sexy romance with spicy, cagey, and memorable characters who need to make the right choices this time around or forfeit everything. The plot is believable and has intense moments that leave the reader breathless. Hawthorne writes with passion and honesty.” -- Romantic Times

Excerpt from Rebel Custody:

Chapter One

Skeeter

I liked to keep my back to the wall. It was a habit I developed in the Registan Desert. But tonight I was just in a neighborhood hangout, a strip club called Jiggles. I surveyed the strip club from a corner near the pool tables. A woman danced onstage while a rock song played. The booming bass had a slight buzz. The strip club’s sound system had blown a few speakers last year, but no one bothered to replace them.
When it was my turn, I leaned across the green felt. Bank shot. Three ball into the corner pocket. I closed my eyes and let the cue slide through my fingers. The balls cracked together. I heard the thump off the side cushion and then the rattle as the ball sank into the pocket. Easy.
I opened my eyes to set up my next shot.
“Hey, genius.” Clint laughed. “You’re stripes. Thanks for taking care of one of my balls, though.”
Fuck. I looked at the table. He was right; I was stripes. I hadn’t been paying attention. Instead of returning to my favorite spot against the wall, I sat on a stool in front of the bar.
“Hi, baby.” Asia, one of my favorite pay-to-play hookups, leaned in close. “I’d be happy to take care of your balls, but how about you buy me a drink first?”
I rolled my eyes and asked the bartender to get her a beer.
Asia pouted. “You haven’t called me in weeks.” She stuck her lower lip out. “I could call a friend, and the three of us could have our own personal party. Remember how fun it was that time?”
Tempting. Asia was always enthusiastic and willing to please in bed, especially if it would earn her a big tip.
“Actually, I don’t really remember much of that night.” I sipped on my beer. “I haven’t been in the mood lately.”
“Oh!” She smiled and started to root through her huge purse. “I got stuff for that.”
I put my hand on her shoulder. “That’s not what I meant. I’m just not interested, okay?”
What the hell was wrong with me? Asia was tall with long legs that she could bend any which way I wanted. And her fees were reasonable. But sex had just lost its thrill. It was the same old shit. Women in skimpy outfits trying to entice me to buy, which I often did. Then a meaningless meet-up in my room at the clubhouse and a morning alone.
Maybe I could soften the blow. “Why don’t you go hang out with Clint?”
We both looked over at him—he was chatting up a blonde stripper in a purple dress. Asia frowned.
“Well, maybe I’ll just make a new friend tonight. Thanks.” She walked away, hips swinging. I knew she wanted me to take a good look at her ass and change my mind, but I just didn’t care.
Leaning against the bar, I finished off my beer and surveyed the room. Hanging out at a strip club every Friday night was getting tiring. The constant noise and empty flirting made me wish for a night at home, and not just a night in my room at the MC. I bought a house last year and never fucking stayed there. I was always partying. Maybe it was time to move.
I tried to catch Clint’s eye; I was thinking of making the long drive out to my place. He was still talking to the blonde, so I decided to hit the john. Strip club bathrooms were always nasty. No matter how much froufrou crap they piled in there, it was still a urinal in a titty house.
As I was zipping up, something touched the back of my neck.
Cold. Hard. Steel.
Fuck.
“Thought I’d find you here.”
The man’s thick Cajun accent brought me home, the voice vaguely familiar. My father’s face floated in my head before I remembered the fucking gun pressed to my neck.
“I know you?” I started to turn to see who this fucker was.
He cocked the hammer. I froze. It’s a distinctive click, and when it’s pressed below your ear, it’s real fucking loud.
“Well, then put away the gun and we’ll go get a beer.” The barrel pressing into my neck eased off, and I heard him release the hammer. “I’m turning around now,” I told him.
Holding the pistol was Davide Lavernge. A year or two behind me in school, he had been a class clown who dealt a little weed on the side.
“How ’bout dat drink?” He grinned.
Davide followed me over to the bar, and we ordered a round. I sucked on my beer and studied the piece of shit next to me. His sour breath wafted over from two bar stools away. He smelled like crawfish three days after the boil.
Davide licked the salt off his lips and combed peanut shells out of his beard. His face was lined and weathered, his teeth yellow. He was no longer the happy-go-lucky guy I used to know.
“Tacoma, Washington, is damn far from Breaux Bridge, Louisiana. What’re you doing this far north, Davide?”
He put down the beer I had paid for and turned toward me. “I’m here about child support.”
He must be in a shit ton of trouble if he was coming to me for help. I shrugged. “How much do you owe?”
He shook his head. “You owe me, Skeeter. Forty large. I been taking care of your kid.”
The world went fuzzy, so I blinked. Again. My vision was clear, but my brain didn’t quite understand what Davide had just said.
Embrasse moit chew.” Kiss my ass. I pushed back from the bar. “I haven’t been back to Breaux Bridge in years. I don’t got no kid.”
Davide scratched at his beard. “After you joined the Army, Delphie realized she was pregnant. She decided she wanted to raise it on her own. That’s why she dumped you.”
Delphie. My first love. We had been nineteen and full of dreams. Well, I was full of dreams, and she was full of meth, weed, whatever else she could get her hands on. I put a tiny ring on her finger and then packed up for boot camp. The letter came two days after I arrived in Afghanistan. Classic Dear John. I read it in my bunk and then had to find a private place to fucking punch something. A captain saw me, and I spent the next three weeks cleaning latrines in the Registan Desert.
I narrowed my eyes. I wasn’t about to fall for his line of shit. “She never told me she was pregnant.”
“Don’t matter. You got a kid that you ain’t never paid child support for. So, by my accounting, you owe me forty Gs.” Davide shrugged and stuffed more peanuts in his mouth.
I rolled my eyes. That’s what this was about. “This is a goddamn shakedown. If there was a kid, Delphie would be serving me with papers. You’re bullshitting me, and you fucking know it.”
Davide stared at me, cold, hard. This was not the man I used to know. Back then he sold a little weed and raised a lot of hell. He was always quick to laugh, the life of the boil. Whatever he was into now had changed him.
“Delphie overdosed about six years ago. Don’t matter, though. You got a fucking kid, and I want my fucking money. Once you get that through your head, call me. Else I’ll come find you again. I promise you that.” He handed me an old-fashioned matchbook with the name of a dive motel and a cell phone number scrawled in pencil. “Kid is here with me.”
Davide got up and left me with the tab.
The matchbook was blue with a red stylized horse. Cowboy Motel. Printed on the back was a map. It was just off the highway, south of town, in the middle of a bunch of apple orchards. Tourists would drive right on by and find a room in Seattle or Tacoma. This place was meant only for truckers or the kind of people who didn’t like to deal with society. The kind of people who would blackmail someone for child support for a kid that didn’t exist.
This was just another way for the Lavernge family to screw me over. Delphie had dumped me as soon as deeper pockets had come along, and now Davide was trying to milk me for all I was worth. I had enough to make ends meet, but forty grand wasn’t sitting in my back pocket for a rainy day.
I ran my thumb over the top of the matchbook and felt ridges. In the light of the bar, I could just make out indentations from a pen. Something was written on the inside. I flipped open the damn matchbook and saw a drawing. There wasn’t much room, but someone had drawn a sun with sunglasses. The rays of the sun weren’t quite even, and the lines all wobbled. A kid had drawn it.
What if I did have a kid? What if Delphie had been pregnant when I shipped out? I did some quick calculations. The kid would be nine or ten. I thought of myself at that age, all skinned knees and dirty hands. If I had a kid, what would he or she be like?
I flipped the matchbook over and stared at the map printed on the back. Same shitty location, right off the interstate. Davide was pretty desperate if he’d come all the way up here to Washington State hoping to get a lot of cash. I didn’t know what Davide was mixed up in, but it was bad, and no child should be caught up in it.
I paid my tab and went to find Clint at the pool table. If this was blackmail, I was gonna need reinforcements.

* * *

An hour later me and Rip and Clint cut our engines and parked in a field behind the motel. It was easy to track down which room belonged to Davide. There was a beat-up blue truck with Louisiana plates parked at the far end, as far away as possible from the motel office and the security camera.
So we crouched with ivy up to our goddamn shoulders and waited. The lights flickered in the room, like someone was watching television.
“Shit, Skeeter, it’s been forty-five minutes,” Clint muttered in our ivy hole.
A sliver of light shone in the dark motel as someone opened their door. It was a woman coming out for a smoke. She collapsed into a plastic patio chair and lit up a joint. Too short to be Delphie, dark hair. Craggy face. Torn jean shorts. Maybe Davide’s girlfriend? Under the hyperfocus of the binoculars, she looked worn.
Then Davide came out and sat in the other chair. They passed a joint back and forth. The door opened again and showed a small, dark figure. With the bright light of the inside of the room, the person’s features were in shadow. The shadow only went a foot or so past the doorknob. A kid
My heart leaped up into my throat. I tried to breathe, but it just came out as a guttural sound. Even though I couldn’t see the kid clearly, I knew. It was like a brush stroke inside my brain that spread truth. Davide hadn’t come all the way across the country just to shake me down. He was telling the truth.
Holy shit.
I had a kid.

Copyright © Rebel 2017 Rebel Custody by Sarah Hawthorne


About Sarah Hawthorne:

Sarah Hawthorne lives in the Pacific Northwest and drinks coffee in the winter and champagne in the summer. She enjoys writing, gardening and planning vacations. Please visit Sarah at www.sarahhawthorne.com.

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6 comments:

  1. I am always surprised when authors can pack a lot of story and a good one in a short book. Great review!!

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    1. Me too!! It always surprises me when a short book has a lot! Thank you for stopping by!

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  2. Love your review! I like that book two can be read without reading book 1. I like it when you list what you like and don't like from the book. Comedy is definitely what I enjoyed most in my reading. I'm glad you enjoyed the book. Great giveaway as well! I entered! :-)

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    1. Thank you so much! I like to give what I like and don't like in case it is something you enjoy!! I love Comedy when reading!! Good luck with the giveaway!

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  3. I've not heard of this author! Unfortunately this definitely wouldn't a book for me - too many tropes I tend to dislike and avoid - but I have developed an interesting in MC romances recently. This post makes me want to go find some new ones. :) Great review, Kristyn!

    Have a fantastic week. =)

    Alyssa @ The Eater of Books!

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