Title: Hooked (Viking Bastards MC #1)
Author: Christina Phillips
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 6, 2017
I like my sex dirty and disposable. I'm not into commitment or chicks who want more than one night. My brothers and club come first, second and last.
Until she walks into my life. Classy, rich and so out of my league it's crazy. A week together should get her out of my system, but this good girl is so bad when we're all alone and I can't get enough of her.
I don't do forever, but she's hooked me so bad I don't ever want to let her go. Except there's no way a princess can live in my world and I sure as hell won't live in hers...
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Christina Phillips is brand new to me in tbr romance world and she definitely hooked me for more in the future. Full of heart, heat and passion, Phillips gives get readers a book that will hook them from the first page and looking for note once this story is over.
Hooked did just that... hook me with this captivating storyline and intriguing plot. While I am not a huge motorcycle club romance reader, books like this remind me why I come back from time to time to this genre. Low on the angst and heavy on the romance, this book was the perfect balance to make this an amazing read.
She's a good girl..... he's a bad boy..... What happens when prim and proper meets rugged and rough? Epic explosions, off the charts steam, and undeniable chemistry of course. Zach and Grace are going to sneak in and steal your heart like a thief in the night. These two gave me on unforgettable of a journey that had me swooning and falling fast.
I recommend this book.
The shower’s great, though—triple-size with glass doors and low-level tiled seating along one side. Whoever designed this bathroom sure must like their showers. I find a towel in the cupboard under the sink, turn on the faucets, and peel off my clothes. I don’t think the dress is salvageable, but considering the reason why it’s ruined I’ve no complaints. I’m still smiling as I step under the water. The glass is steamed up and I’m half rinsed off when I see a dark shadow leaning against the door to the bedroom. My heart slams against my ribs, even though I know it’s Zach, and I rub a circle clear on the glass. He toasts me with a bottle of whiskey before taking a long swallow. He’s naked except for a pair of boxer briefs, and even through the steam I can see the tattoos on his thighs and pecs. How long was he standing there watching me? I’m kind of shocked that I don’t care he was perving on me, but if I’d known I would’ve made some sexy moves, like in the movies, instead of just wanting to wash away the lingering stench of that pool table. Before I can finish off and join him, he places the whiskey beside the sink and steps out of his briefs. My peephole instantly steams up, obscuring the view, but it doesn’t matter, since he opens the door and enters the shower.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Christina is addicted to good coffee, expensive chocolate and bad boy heroes. She writes on the sizzling side of naughty, and loves bringing her tough biker heroes to their knees (her heroines enjoy this, too ☺ )
Christina is also owned by three gorgeous cats who are convinced the universe revolves around their needs. They are not wrong.