{{VIRTUAL TOUR & REVIEW}} UNRULY (Knights in Black Leather #2) by RONNIE DOUGLAS
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UNRULY
Knights in Black Leather #2
Ronnie Douglas
Releasing February 23rd, 2016
William Morrow
The
second novel in Ronnie Douglas’ sexy Southern Wolves motorcycle club
series—reminiscent of Kristen Ashley and Jay Crownover—tells the story of an
aspiring fashion designer and a biker who discover a desire that knows no
limits.
When the daughter of one of the
Southern Wolves gets a flat in the middle of a thunderstorm, there’s only one
thing to do—strip down to her underwear and get a little muddy. But when Alamo,
the sexy biker shows up to rescue Ellen yet again, things are bound to get a
whole lot dirtier.
Between the trouble he left behind
and club rules, Alamo knows he needs to stay clear of Ellen. He’s not looking
for a woman or complications—even when that woman is everything a man could
want. Unfortunately, Ellen isn’t playing by anyone’s rules but her own these
days, and a Southern woman who’s been raised by Wolves is awfully hard to deny.
So when they give in to their raging
attraction, both get much more than they bargained for.
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Alamo
stood in the middle of a sea of boxes that filled his new house. He was no
stranger to moving. Growing up, he’d been rousted from his bed more times than
he could count to move to a new place in the middle of the night. His mother
would let the back rent build up as far as she could, and then they’d skip out.
Mix in a few turns in foster care over the years when she was arrested, and
he’d become something of a pro at traveling light and moving quickly. This
time, though, he was moving everything he’d accumulated over several years of
stability. He had absolutely no desire to put it to rights in a new place.
Truth be told, this new house was
the nicest place he’d ever lived. It wasn’t home,
though. Home was a modest-sized apartment in Durham, North Carolina. Home was
having his sister Zoe in the house, badly imitating his Spanish cusswords and
singing like a cat in a surly mood—and he missed it.
He’d lost that right when he’d lost
his temper. He knew it, but that didn’t make it any less frustrating. He’d done
the right thing, and there wasn’t a minute of it that he regretted. The man
deserved every punch, but that was neither here nor there. Truth didn’t change
facts, and the facts were that Alamo was a big man, and his long-gone father
wasn’t as white as his mama had been. Race shouldn’t matter, but sometimes
having darker skin still did, especially in a city where drug traffic was as
common as it was in Durham. The police tended to blame it on one segment of the
population, those with darker skin. He was a large man with darker skin. To add
to that, once the police saw the motorcycle club patches on his jacket, Alamo
was far too likely to end up in jail if he stayed in North Carolina.
This time they had a reason of
sorts. He had put that pendejo in the
hospital. And an uptown white boy in his expensive clothes could afford the
sort of lawyers who twisted truth until it looked nothing like reality. Alamo
knew it, had known it before he’d taken the first swing. Sometimes, though, a
man had to stand up for a woman regardless of the cost. Zoe’s friend had no one
else to stand up for her, so Alamo did what needed doing. It was that simple.
“You can’t
just do that!” Zoe snapped at him when he’d walked into the little apartment
they shared. “I might not be a kid, but I still don’t need my brother in the
lockup.”
“He hurt
Ana.”
“You are
not the law, Alejandro. You wear that jacket”—she pointed at the vest with the
Southern Wolves patches prominently displayed—“and you forget that you’re not
above the law.”
“Lobita,”
he started.
“Don’t you
‘little wolf’ me, mister!” His sister’s hands landed on their customary
position on her hips. She was a tiny little thing, but she had the attitude of
a dozen girls. “If you end up in jail, I’ll . . . I’ll find someone big enough
to kick your ass. Then where will you be, eh?”
Alamo bowed
his head, as much to hide his smile as to let her know he was listening to her
chastisement.
“You call
Nicky, you hear me? You find out where you can move because you’re not staying
here. That boy . . . he has friends. I don’t want this to get worse.”
“Lobita . .
.”
“No! You
call your Wolves, and you move. We talked about it for next year, anyhow.
Clean start.” Zoe took a shaky breath, let it out, and looked at him. “Ana says
thank you and that she’s okay. She’s . . . sorry.”
“Don’t need
to be sorry. She did nothing wrong, Zoe. You make sure she gets that.” His
hands fisted despite his intention to keep calm, and the already bloodied
knuckles smarted.
Alamo might
not have had a father most of his life, but he knew what a man was supposed to
be like just the same. Growing up, he’d just studied what his mother’s long
list of lovers did. Whatever they did, he did the opposite. That was all the
guidance he’d needed. That was why Alamo went after the buttoned-up
man-boy who’d gotten Ana drunk and taken what wasn’t his right to take.
“Call
Nicky,” Zoe said, and then she turned away. “And put ointment on those cuts.”
She was right. Being the stand-in
parent for Zoe had always been harder because she was right more often than not. Her excesses of common sense made
her awfully hard to handle. Of course it also meant that it was less worrisome
to leave her behind with Ana. She’d be okay; he knew that. Both of the DÃaz
siblings were survivors.
So far there hadn’t been any charges
filed, and the jackass who hurt Ana claimed never to have seen Alamo’s face. He
did see Alamo’s jacket, though, and
it was best for everyone if there was no reason for the police to be looking
too closely at the Wolves. The local chapter president, Nicky, agreed with Zoe,
so he’d made a call to another chapter. Within forty-eight hours, Alamo’s
things had been boxed, and he was in Tennessee. Between a move and a stay in
jail, moving was a better choice—but that still didn’t mean Alamo was happy
with it.
He looked around the cluttered
house. Boxes and furniture sat in a jumble, but he needed to get out. Being
here, being alone with his thoughts, wasn’t going to do anything but make him
think about the mess he’d gotten mixed up in. He didn’t regret it. He didn’t
think he was wrong to defend Ana. That didn’t mean the consequences were easy
to take.
He walked outside, pulled the door
shut behind him, and headed to the bar that the Tennessee chapter frequented.
Getting to know his new brothers was the best thing he could do now. The
Southern Wolves were the only family he had
other than Zoe, and while Zoe would visit, she was still in North Carolina
while she finished up her college degree.
By the time he pulled his Harley
into the parking lot of Whiskey & Wolves, he felt more like himself. All he
needed was to stay focused. No distractions. No trouble. No fights unless they
were ordered by the club. He had to focus on his job, the Wolves, and not let
himself get invested in anyone else’s life. He could keep his distance from
everyone. That was the one surefire way to keep his temper under control.
No more bad habits. No more
mistakes—regardless of how good the reason for them was. Tennessee was going to
be the beginning of a new lifestyle, one that would keep him out of trouble and
able to build a stable home for his sister once she finished college.
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I really liked this book, It wasn't as gritty as other MC reads but dont let that deter you from reading, This was more of a finding yourself and finding true love story. The characters were great and I was so engrossed in them that I felt like I was part of their circle of friends. Ellen was fiesty, strong and knows exactly what she wants. Alamo is loyal, loving and oh so bad but that just added to his appeal.
Ellen is the daughter of a deceased patched member of the MC, she is still very much under their wing and protected by them. After spending years in and out of Noah's bed, she knows their relationship is toxic. Noah dosnt want to label them but he also dosnt want anyone else to want her. Finally Ellen makes the decision to walk away, she dosnt want to be anything more than friends.
Alamo is new to this chapter, after a sticky situation at home he had no option to move and start a fresh. When he is sent out late at night to pick up one of the club princesses he was in for more than he bargained for. Ellen has a way about her that definitely appeals to Alamo, but being the new guy he is reluctant to act on his feelings and is soon put in his place when Noah tells him she is out of bounds and under his protection.
Ellen and Alamo are thrown together on numerous occasions and are both fighting their mutual attraction. Alamo is very stand off with her and whilst Ellen wants to act upon her feelings she dosnt want to be rejected. Ellen is left feeling as if its all one sided when Alamo gives her the cold shoulder.
After 6 mths of this cat and mouse game, Ellen is finally enlightened to the reasons behind Alamo's distance and she is quick to take charge. With them now having nothing between them they embark on a relationship that could see them either sinking or swimming.
Unruly will take you on one hell of an emotional ride, so hang on with both hands and enjoy the thrill!!!
Ronnie Douglas is the writing name for a multiple NYT
bestselling author. Drawing on a lifetime love of romance novels and a few
years running a biker bar, she decided to write what she knew--dangerous men
with Harleys and tattoos. Her debut “Ronnie book” was indie-published as part
of a series she created and wrote with friends in 2014. You can find Ronnie at:
http://www.ronniedouglas.com
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