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Series: Neither This, Nor That #1
Genres: Romance, Contemporary, Fiction, MC
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Also by this author: Bear, Jase, Gunny, Gunny, Mica
Legends are born from moments like these. Folktales spun around a single point in time so perfect, you can almost hear the click resonating through the universe as things align.
George Bell, aka Twisted, knows the odds are against him. Have been all his life. Born in a Louisiana bordello, raised around the rough and rowdy men of a motorcycle club, he’s never been the lucky type. But he believes luck can change, so when fate gives him a glimpse of breathtaking beauty, he’s more than willing to roll the dice. Chancing upon what could be the woman of his dreams, he’s prepared to push this streak as far as he can.
Penny Dane’s background gives her an edge in the life she’s chosen to lead. Raised in a can-do family, she’s resilient, rolling with life’s punches and landing on her feet. But, when the past holds painful secrets—when a single misstep can turn deadly—can she trust the passion this man stirs in her?
On the surface, Bell and Penny don’t work. Their mismatched worlds are too different. But like a backwater bayou, what you see is not the whole story, there are mysteries buried underneath. Penny is the red-haired beauty caught up in a web of lies. Bell is like no one she’s ever met before. The problem is, he knows it.
ARC provided by Author/Publisher for honest review.
I’ve sung the praises for MariaLisa deMora and the outstanding realism that she puts into her stories. She broke out into the MC romance world and nailed every single word she put to page with her Rebel Wayfarers MC series. I went into This is the Route of Twisted Pain expecting it to be good, but it went beyond that. The characters are dynamic — you love them and hate them, you root for them and hope they burn — they are truly heroes and villains, sometimes a little bit of both.
George Bell and Penny Dane. Twisted and Penny. Penny and her Bell. Bell and his Shiny Penny. Talk about getting under a person’s skin. We first met these characters in an awesome little novella titled Twisted Penny. (Haven’t read it? Have no fear, it’s included inside this novel. Already read it? Have no fear, you’re just going to get more of the phenomenal Twisted and Penny.) I was hooked from the first pages of Twisted Penny and desperate to know their whole story by the last page. I’m beyond thrilled that deMora decided to listen to the characters when they just demanded she tell their story.
I’m forever looking for heroines that can save themselves. Don’t get me wrong, I need a strong hero that can do some rescuing, but I want her to fight for herself. In this case, Penny not only fights for herself, but she fights for her man, too. She is the kind of chick you want in your corner. deMora knocked me on my butt with her character and then kept me down with Twisted. He’s a force to be reckoned with — part villain, part hero, all Twisted.
I went through such a broad range of emotions while reading this book. Snorting laughter to ugly tears. Hot and steamy to raging mad. No matter what was happening in the story at any given moment it was felt — totally and completely. Getting a book that gives you that all-encompassing, can’t put it down, want to live in that world feeling is the holy grail for a reader and this book has that.
“Thought about you all the fuckin’ time, beautiful. I can’t seem to lose this need for you. Under my skin, in my blood, can’t leave you behind no matter where I go. Ain’t no replacin’ you, won’t even start to try.”
You have to read this book. It’s a little dark and twisty and a whole lot of sexy.
From Chapter Seven
“Yeah?” he answered, bringing his mouth down her throat, lips moving in tandem with his tongue. “Whasup, Penny?” Next her chest, kisses on every inch traversed along his way to her breast. Titty in his mouth on a deep draw, he sucked hard, flicking the tender, sensitive nip with his tongue. A gasp escaped over the top of his head, then her fingers threaded through his sweat-clumped hair near his scalp. A sweep of her hand cleared the long hair from one side of his face, and he tipped his chin, dragging his beard across her breast, angling his head to look into her face.
“Thank you.” Her words didn’t make sense. Then he took a punch in the chest when she said, “Promise I’ll make it worth your while.” Fuck. Prostitute. Right. Not a supremely sweet connection like he experienced. She assumed his actions the work of countless practice sessions. His thoughts must have been evident on his face because she frowned, tipping her chin to the side like she’d done before and then whispered, “I’m sorry. I don’t know what…” Rattling a breath in, shards of pain like broken china laced in her voice. “…I’m sorry.”
Recovery might be possible if he were honest with her. Not happenin’. He rejected the idea. Modified truth, maybe? “This wasn’t about that, darlin’. This is just me, with you. Tonight, I want to be just me.” That was a truth that cut close to the bone because, in every second spent outside this truck, he wasn’t himself. He was Twisted, president of the Incoherent MC, a man who had killed and cheated every step of his way to the top. Twisted wouldn’t be lying here, holding a used condom to his cock, worried about the emotions of the woman underneath him. Twisted would be flipping her over, hand over her mouth as he fucked hard, takin’ her ass because she wouldn’t have been sweet enough to get him off. Not the kind of cunts he fucked. Bell was a memory. George Bell someone he knew in a past life, memories flowing through dreams at night.
But tonight, he could be Bell, could be what might have been if Twisted weren’t birthed years ago by circumstance and events beyond his control. “Just Bell and Penny, exploring the boundaries of what we like together.” Dipping his chin, he tugged at her nipple with his lips, kissing the curve of her breast and across to the other one. Lips to her skin, he murmured, “Can you let me just be?” Teeth to the clasp, he released the bra still confining her torso.
“Yes.” This response rang clear in the cab, the swell of her ribcage expanding out with her breath. “Yes, of course.”
“Then, let me thank you, Penny dear.” Moving down her body, he folded, rising on his knees, sweeping her frame with his gaze. “You’ve provided me with a priceless opportunity I will not squander away. Turned me into a pinchfist, and me holding onto these minutes with miser’s fingers.” Winking at her, he grinned, deliberately lightening the mood by drawing the two words out long, “Aaaallll niiiight.” Her laughter was a sweet reward, too.
Five minutes later he was stretched out beside her, having shed his jeans along the way. She had flipped a sheet over their hips, in modesty or out of habit he couldn’t say, but he liked her cuddled into his side like she was. Head to his shoulder, her touch grazed around his nipples, dragging her fingertips through his chest hair, down his belly and back up, repeating the journey tirelessly.
For his part, he had one hand pushed under the sheet, fingers tracing interlocking rings on her hip in an endless loop of tenderness. His other was thrust under the pillow in mimicry of her earlier pose. Glancing down, Twisted let his eyes dance across her exposed breasts, liking how they pressed against his side. “Tell me about Penny,” he said, finding a curiosity inside him about her, an interest nearly as broad and profound as his appetite for her. Even having just taken her, just fucked her until he came, and came hard, he wanted to be back inside her. Reliving of his fantasies from earlier had him dancing along the edges of rational reasoning. Two more condoms.