“I don’t shoot for Heaven, I bring it to your Goddamn Door ” Havoc
Oh Dear Lord Where Do I Begin With This Sexy As Sin Dirty Talking Biker, He Could Talk The Population Of Women To An Orgasm With His Filthy Mouth And That’s Before He Even Touches You.
Havoc Is A Nomad And A Loner Forced To Be That Way By The Past Betrayal Of His Friend And Girlfriend. But The Tragic Death Of His Mother Switches A Switch That Changed Him Like Nothing Else, There Was No Going Back From What That Started. Until He Goes Back Home And Meets An Unexpected Surprises A Women Who Is Completely Not His Type, The Beautiful Carla.
“His lips brushed mine. My nails clawed at his body. His powerful frame threatened to crush me. My legs squeezed his torso.
We Kissed and We Clung and We Raged.
My body begged him to take the pain from my soul. His body pleaded for me to let him dominate. Breathless. Passion. Anger. Need.”…..Carla
Carla Was So Not Looking For Anything The Night She Walks Into A Bar Pissed At Being Cheated On By Her Ex. What Carla Gets Is A Lot More Than Just A Drink, She Get A Hotter Than Hell Biker Havoc Caldwell. She Doesn’t Want A Biker She Wants A Man With An Education And Stability Everything That Havoc Isn’t.
This Story Is About Finding Exactly What Your Looking For When You Least Expect It, The Catch Is You Have To Look Properly To Find It. Expect The Unexpected And Go With The Flow Of The Situation.
Its Also About Finding Yourself And Losing Your Insecurities And Trusting That Someone Loves You For You And Doesn’t Want To Change You. Its Also About Having Family Give Someone A Chance Who They Think Is Not Worth Being Around And Having Them See Past There Judgement And Hostilities They Have For Them To See Them Like You Do.
Can Carla And Havoc Overcome All Of The Obstacles That Are Put In Front Of Them To Get To A HEA
“The air vibrated with electricity as we watched each other. This man was the one for me. My Passion, My Protector, My Love.
I would never want a man as much as I wanted Havoc”….Carla
This Book Has It All And I Couldn’t Put It Down Or Stop Thinking About What Happens Next. Nina Levine Most Certainly Know How To Give You Everything You Need From A Book And Then Some.
Havoc Has Stolen My Heart, Making Me Want To Save His Broken Soul. This Book Is A Must Read. Go Get It Guys, The Storm MC Rocks And You’re A Fool If You Choose To Pass This Awesome Series By.
Reviewed by Donna
As I stepped through the bathroom doorway however, I found her. She was in the bath, plugged into her music with her eyes closed and her head resting on the edge of the bath.
I stopped and leaned against the wall with my arms folded across my chest. Watching her, my gaze travelled the length of her body. In the short time I’d known her, my appreciation of her body had grown. Where small tits hadn’t turned me on a month ago, I couldn’t get enough of hers.
Never letting me down, my dick grew hard while I took in her beauty.
“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath as I contemplated the wisdom of fucking her again.
I wanted to.
Hell, I fucking needed to.
She’s a brother’s sister for fuck’s sake.
I’d spent the last few hours going over and over that fact in my mind. My decision had been to head back to the motel, sleep on the couch and never taste her pussy again.
I hadn’t factored in having her naked body on display the minute I returned.
“How long are you going to stand there staring at me?” she asked as she cracked an eye open to look at me.
“Until you get out and let me fuck you.” Both her eyes had opened and I pinned my gaze to hers, not letting her go.
Her eyebrows lifted. “I thought you were done with me.”
“Turns out I’m not.”
She stood and reached for her towel before stepping out. Continuing to hold my gaze, she slowly dried herself off.
Teasing the fuck out of my dick.
I fought the desire to reach out and rip the towel from her hands. My carefully constructed self-control was being tested and I knew it wouldn’t be long until I caved and took what I wanted.
Finally – finally – she finished drying off and closed the distance between us. “What if I’m done with you?” I knew she was full of shit by the breathless tone she used and the way her body leaned just that little bit too close to mine. It was like she was trying to hold herself back, but her body had a mind of its own and couldn’t stay away.
I lifted a brow. “Are you?”
“I should be. After the way you’ve been treating me, I really should be.” Still all breathy.
Still in this with me.
I unfolded my arms so I could curl my hand around her neck. Gripping her there, I said, “Yeah, you should be, but you’re not.”
I feel the same way.
With our faces so close that her breaths whispered across my skin, we stared at each other for a long time. The still air in the tiny bathroom consumed our apprehension piece by piece until all that was left was an unrelenting need to satisfy our hunger.
At the first sign of her softening, I tightened my hold on her neck and pulled her mouth to mine. She didn’t hesitate and a second later our bodies pressed together as hard as our mouths did.
The smell of her arousal overwhelmed me and I let her neck go so I could slide my hands around her ass and lift her. Turning, I held her up against the wall and groaned as she wrapped her legs around me. The urge to drive my cock as hard and fast as I could into her sweet cunt threatened to take over as the only thought in my mind, and I took a moment to work through that and get myself under control.
Resting my forehead against hers, I focused on my breathing while I gave myself a talking to.
You’ve got this.
You’ve fucking done this enough times to know how to control yourself.
But I hadn’t.
I’d never fucked a woman like Carla.
Had never been with a woman who stole my control the way she did.
She invaded every fucking sense of mine until I didn’t know right from wrong, up from down, red from fucking blue.
My head snapped up and I found her staring at me.
“Are you okay?” she asked, lines creasing her forehead as she tilted her head, frowning at me.
I stepped back and let her go. “I need to slow this shit down.”
She stood naked in front of me with an expression on her face that seemed to be half confusion and half frustration. “What does that mean?”
I wasn’t sure I even knew.
“It means I want you sitting cross legged in the middle of the bed waiting for me while I take a minute,” I bit out. My head was so damn full I thought it might actually explode.
Too many thoughts.
Too many fucking feelings.
I jerked my chin at her and snapped, “Go.”
Her eyes widened a fraction and I pushed my breaths out while waiting for her to submit. When she didn’t, I growled, “Carla, I need you to go and sit on the bed. Now.”
“I’m giving you five minutes to get your head back in this. I’m all for bossy and shit, but I draw a line at whatever the fuck you call what you’ve got going on at the moment. Barking orders at me is a whole lot fucking different than dominating me.” With that, she stalked out of the bathroom.
Gypsy at heart.
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