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308 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 9, 2013
“Oh my god…”
It was huge. I mean, huge. Not just long, but thick and hard and flushed bright red so it looked almost angry. It curved up, wider in the center of the shaft before narrowing under the ridge of his head.
...
“Told you why they call me Horse,” he said. I dragged my eyes away to look at his face, reading satisfaction mixed with his desire.
“They make condoms that big?” I asked, halfway serious.
“You’d be surprised,” he muttered.
Britney Spears - Toxic
BLACKY - MASSIVE
Horsey, can’t you see
I’m ridin'
A guy like you
Should wear a warning
It’s dangerous
I’m screamin'
There’s no escape
I can’t wait
I need a f*ck
Baby, give me it
You’re dangerous
I’m lovin’ it
Too big
Can’t go down
But you push
And spin ‘round and ‘round
Oh I feel you now
With the size of your d*ck
I’m on a ride
You're massive but slipping in me
With a taste of your horsey paradise
I’m addicted to you
Don’t you know that you’re massive?
And I love what you do
Don’t you know that you’re massive?
"Horse was dangerous. I could smell it on him. Seriously. Under the delicious scent of leather, light sweat and man was a pungent strain of pure trouble."
“This pussy is mine. You are mine. I’ll fuck you when and where I want, and you can either take it or get the fuck out. Are we clear?”
"I can get laid whenever I want, I don’t have to drive four hundred miles round trip to get off. Women see the bike, they see the tats and the cut, they’re all over that shit."
“Let’s get a couple of things clear,” he said. “We’re not going to hurt you, Marie.”
“You aren’t?” she asked, and the surprise in her eyes stabbed right through him. She thought he’d hurt her, like her asshat ex, Gary. Might as well call him a monster.
“Nope, not Jesus, just a man,” Horse whispered. “Although when women see my dick for the first time, they’ve been known to fall down on their knees and worship me.”
ROMANCE NOVEL FAIL.Please note that I am not saying BOOK FAIL or STORY FAIL. I'm only taking issue with the romanticizing of things which should never be romanticized (in a contemporary) without some sort of heavy disclaimer or taboo label. I would have been easier on this book if it had been marketed as taboo and written from the point of view of challenging the reader's perceptions. But this is even labeled as romantica. So FAIL it is.
Annnnnd it begins!!
"Why don't I buy her?" Horse said. Everyone turned to look at him, startled. "I'll buy Marie from the club, and we give Jensen another shot. Fifty grand, outta my pocket and into the club account. We wait and see if Jensen comes up with the money and interest. He does, I get paid back, the club makes a profit. He doesn't, it's on me."
"You do this, it's your choice. I'm not raping you. You're making a decision to pay for your brother's mistake on your back. You get me?"(…)
"I'm serious," Horse said, glaring at me. "You call it off any time you want. I'm not gonna lock you up and watch you every minute. You make this deal, it's up to you to keep it. (…)"
When I turned to him, shaky, he gave me a smile that didn't reach his eyes. Then he slowly and deliberately lifted his fingers, licking off my juices.
"Don't care how good you taste, you don't call the shots," he whispered. "We clear?"
"Your rules," I whispered back. "Or I leave. And what happens if I do?"
"To you?" he said. "Nothing. You're with me of your own free will. But the club has to be paid in blood, Marie, not even I control that. Don't forget."
"Next time you want to play with your pretty pink toy, you do it while I'm watching. If you're a good girl, I'll let you wear the tee. Got it?"
"This pussy," he said, fingering me. I moaned in response, ashamed at how easily he made me wet. "This pussy is mine. You are mine. I'll fuck you when and where I want, and you can either take it or get the fuck out. Are we clear?"
"A man takes a woman, means to keep her, she becomes his property," Horse continued. "We covered that before--it's a sign of commitment, of respect. It means he'll protect her and everyone else better keep their fucking hands off her or be ready to fight him and his brothers. You do not want to fuck with a man's old lady."
"No shit. Honestly, it's about accuracy, not size, babe." "Did I seriously just hear you, "Horse" tell me it's not about size?"
"Just roll with it," he whispered. "And keep doing whatever exercises you do to make your cunt squeeze like that. They got a college degree for that?"
"Love you, babe. Are you still planning to shoot me?"
"Oh my god...
It was huge. I mean, huge. Not just long, but thick and hard and flushed bright red so it looked almost angry. It curved up, wider in the center of the shaft before narrowing under the ridge of his head."
"Someday," he whispered softly in my ear. "I don't want to hurt you. Not until you're ready for me... But someday I'm going to own all of you, Marie. You're all mine, babe. Knew it the first time I saw you. Couldn't give you up if I tried."
"This pussy is mine. You are mine. I'll fuck you when and where I want, and you can either take it or get the fuck out. Are we clear?"
"I want you to be my old lady, babe. That's all I have to offer. I'm a Reaper, and this is my world. You wear my patch, you be my woman and I'll be your man. We take the good times together and fight through the bad times. No games. That's everything I've got and it's all yours if you'll take it."
*****
2nd time Read & Review Feb 17, 2013
IT'S OVER??? AGAIN?!?
“This is weird, you get that? You kidnapping me, holding me hostage and then sending me to school?
“I want you to be my old lady, babe. That’s all I have to offer. I’m a Reaper, and this is my world. You wear my patch, you be my woman and I’ll be your man. We take the good times together and fight through the bad times. No games. That’s everything I’ve got and it’s all yours if you’ll take it.”
...But part of me wondered if Horse had come back. You know which part—that little nub between my legs, the bitch.
“Fuck, this is gonna piss you off and then you aren’t gonna let me stick my dick in you,” he muttered.
“Do you have to be so crude?” I snapped.
“Have you met me?”
His dick approved. It wanted to squeeze between those boobs and shoot out a pretty pearl necklace for her to wear.
I wanted to bite him and lick him and kick him in the nuts all at the same time.
“But are you sure it’s big enough? Those are really tiny little bullets, Horse. If I’m gonna be a badass biker chick, shouldn’t I have a bigger gun?”
“A .22 was big enough to kill Bobby Kennedy,” he replied, and I stopped smiling and raised my brows.
“Damn.”
“No shit. Honestly, it’s about accuracy, not size, babe.”
“Did I seriously just hear you, Marcus “Horse” McDonnell, tell me it’s not about size?”
She’d gone all Pulp Fiction on us, ready to defend you by killing all of us if she had to. Crouched over your body like Wonder Woman. Gives me a boner just thinking about it.”
“Marie Caroline Jensen, will you do me the honor of being my permanent bitch?”
1st time Read & Review Jan 19, 2013
From the cover:I’ve seen a lot of rave reviews for this book, comparing it to Kristen Ashley’s writing, so being the KA Addict I am, I just had to see what all the hype was about. The story starts out strong, grabbed hold and kept me turning the pages as, in flashbacks, we’re given the details that lead up to where the story begins – in Jeff and Marie’s living room, Jeff on his knees with a gun held to his head by a bad-ass biker.
Marie doesn’t need a complication like Horse. The massive, tattooed, badass biker who shows up at her brother’s house one afternoon doesn’t agree. He wants Marie on his bike and in his bed. Now.
But Marie just left her abusive jerk of an ex-husband and she’s not looking for a new man. Especially one like Horse—she doesn’t know his real name or where he lives, she’s ninety percent certain he’s a criminal and that the “business” he talks with her brother isn’t website design. She needs him out of her life, which would be a snap if he’d just stop giving her mind-blowing orgasms.
Horse is part of the Reapers Motorcycle Club, and when he wants something, he takes it. What he wants is Marie, but she’s not interested in becoming “property of”.
Then her brother steals from the club. Marie can save him by giving Horse what he wants—at home, in public, on his bike… If she’s a very, very good girl, she’ll get lots more of those orgasms only he can offer, and he’ll let her brother live.
Maybe.
“Tall, built, with shoulder-length hair he kept pulled back in a ponytail, and thick black stubble on his face. Stark, tribal cuffs ringed his wrists and upper arms. And what a face… Horse was handsome, like movie star handsome.”
“So why are you called Horse?”
“’Cause I’m hung like one,” he replied, smirking.”
“Glad you like it.” “What?” I asked, confused.
“My body,” he replied, smirking. “It’s the only one you get to look at or f~ck, so it’s good the package works for you.” I blushed fiercely…”
“… while it might not have been a picture-perfect childhood, it hadn’t been too bad for a couple of white-trash kids whose dad took off before they hit grade school.”
“I blinked at him, dazed. “Gonna f~ck you now.”
“Sure,” I whispered, dazed. “Not sure I’m gonna be able to participate too much, think you blew a circuit or something.”
***
Horse: What do you think? Gotta go, church in a few
Me: Church?!?? Didn’t peg you for a church kind of guy
Horse: What we call a club meeting. I try to stay away from collection plates
Me: Don’t get holy water in your beer!
“Remember, we’re a tribe. We live together, we die together and what’s ours is ours. When times are good, we’re all good. Bad times, we may eat shit but we eat it together. Most people can’t handle that level of commitment.”
***
“We’re men—one percenters. F~cking kings of the MC world. We don’t follow the rules, we make our own goddamn rules.”
“He’s Freebird chapter now and he doesn’t need his patches anymore. It’s time to send them back to him. We won’t forget. Reapers forever, forever Reapers.”
“I’m in charge here, don’t forget it,” he stated. I nodded, mesmerized.”
***
“I have no idea how long it was before Horse came, because I was floating in my own little world. He collapsed on top of me, managing to keep enough of his weight to one side that he didn’t crush me. Our breathing slowed. Then he leaned up on one elbow, sliding me so we lay face-to-face.”
“But someday I’m going to own all of you, Marie. You’re all mine, babe. Knew it the first time I saw you. Couldn’t give you up if I tried.”
HORSE!
"You got me?” “I got you.” “Oh baby,you have no idea,”
“So why are you called Horse?” “’Cause I’m hung like one,” he replied, smirking.”
"I felt his giant, erect penis poking my ass. “Horse” indeed."
“I turned on my side and looked down to see his cock for the first time.” "Oh my god…” “Told you why they call me Horse,” he said.”
"They make condoms that big?” I asked, halfway serious. “You’d be surprised,” he muttered.”
"always-impressive erection he seemed to have permanently installed in his jeans. Was the man even human?"
“Nope, not Jesus, just a man,” Horse whispered. “Although when women see my dick for the first time, they’ve been known to fall down on their knees and worship me.”
“Someday,” he whispered softly in my ear. “I don’t want to hurt you. Not until you’re ready for me… But someday I’m going to own all of you, Marie. You’re all mine, babe. Knew it the first time I saw you. Couldn’t give you up if I tried.”
“I want you to be my old lady, babe. That’s all I have to offer. I’m a Reaper, and this is my world. You wear my patch, you be my woman and I’ll be your man. We take the good times together and fight through the bad times. No games. That’s everything I’ve got and it’s all yours if you’ll take it.”
“I want this,” he said softly, leaning over and kissing me between the shoulder blades. “I need to own you. All of you. Make you scream and realize that you belong to me and I belong to you and nothing else matters. I can’t let you slip away from me, babe.”
“This pussy is mine. You are mine. I’ll fuck you when and where I want, and you can either take it or get the fuck out. Are we clear?”
“I don’t want to hurt you. Not until you’re ready for me… But someday I’m going to own all of you, Marie. You’re all mine, babe. Knew it the first time I saw you. Couldn’t give you up if I tried.”
"But something about the way this biker swaggered, taking up space and the very air around him with his presence, caught me off guard and knocked me right in the…
Well, you know."
'it was huge and I mean, huge. Not just long, but thick and hard and flushed bright red so it looked angry. It cured up, wider in the centre of the shaft before narrowing under the ridge of the head'
'They make condoms that big?'