Release Blitz for Tap’d Out by Harley Stone
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Oh, wow! This book had so much going for it, I’m just not sure where to start! How about with the fantastic story line, that kept me engaged from beginning to end? Or, how about with the non stop action or the smoking hot connection between Tap and Sasha? What about the amazing writing that pulled me in and made me feel like I was right in the middle of what was happening?
Sasha had a childhood that started out great, but quickly turned horrific after her father’s death. She took what some would view as the beginning of a horrible life, and turned it into a career that she felt she could help people with. As a police officer, she tried to make other’s lives better, even at the detriment of her own. Trying to do what she felt was right, even when she was told to leave it alone, put her in a situation that was looking grimmer by the minute, with no way out. Until Tap showed up.
Tap has demons. His demons keep him from getting close to anyone, from sharing his life with anyone. They make him hide his secrets, even from those that would have his back in any situation. But meeting Sasha, saving her from her own horror, could lead to something so explosive, it could just bring him back from the brink.
I’ve read all of the Dead Presidents MC books, and this one is my favorite, so far! They keep getting better with each book, and Tap and Sasha are absolutely made for each other! They each have their own problems that they are working on, but are stronger together. There are some pretty harsh parts in the beginning of this story, that may cause some readers to take pause, but they are integral to the story. But, truly, this story is just as amazing (if not more so!) as the rest of the series, and one that I’d tell anyone to jump at!
She was perfection. Every bruise, scar, and bandage paid tribute to her strength and determination. I wanted to become intimately acquainted with each dimple, kiss every freckle, run my tongue across every mole. “You’re fucking gorgeous,” I said, spinning her back around.
Her expression softened. “You’re not bad yourself. I mean, if you’re into those perfect stripper body, probably-works-out-everyday, sexy-as-hell types. Which I am.”
I chuckled and pulled her into my arms again. “Good. Is this okay? I don’t want to hurt you.”
She swallowed. “I don’t want that either.” The desire in her eyes made her desire clear, but the way she chewed on her lip and the slight tremble in her arms told me she was scared.
“What can I do?” I asked. “What do you need from me?”
She looked over our scattered clothes and scooped up my shirt. Turning me around, she used it to tie my hands behind my back.
I flexed, noting how loosely her bonds held me. “I can break out of this,” I said honestly.
She turned me around to face her again, her green eyes pleading. “I know. Don’t.”