Can something that burns so rapidly calm the whispering chaos of your cries? Or is this all just an illusion. The perfect hypnosis. Like the humming of a sweet melody to your frantic brain.
The last petal has fallen, a queen is born, and the disarray of her world is about to shatter under her very throne.
Raze is one bad dude and you don’t want to mess with him or his merry band of henchmen, The 6. However, Millie has no qualms standing up to Raze. Despite her fear, she has nothing but love for this 100% alpha male. Reeling from the loss of Miles, Millie must pick up the pieces while standing beside her man. Not only is Raze the King of the underworld, but he is now the leader of The Army.
In addition to being his Queen, Millie is dealing with Miles’ loss. Things get sketchy when it becomes apparent that there is treachery afoot. Family, friends, loyal minions, great loss, and a blast from the past bring Razing Grace 2 full circle.
This book was so fun to read. I loved each and every character. It was great to see The 6 without their masks and learn a bit more of them. Some of them surprised me as did Millie with her acceptance of The Six after what she went through in the first book. Joker and Angel especially grew on me in this book. I can’t wait to see more books come from this group of Merry Henchmen.
Amo’s debut series was the Sinful Souls MC series, and if you asked her which of her books you should start with, she would say The Devil’s Own Series (even though you can read any of her books as standalone’s).She’s a full-time writer from New Zealand who loves long romantic walks to the wine cellar.
When she’s not creating magic, you can usually find her relaxing in front of the television watching the latest episode of Supernatural or Vikings. (This will be updated as she finds new television shows with hot actors.)
She’s the proud mother of four little critters who are the reason she breathes, but also the reason she drinks.
She loves to write like how she lives, hanging on the edge of insanity with a wine glass in one hand and her morals-or lack thereof- in the other.
Those are not my monkeys, I swear….
Oh those hellhounds? Yeah, those are mine.