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.
Douglas (a pseudonym for bestselling author Melissa Marr) serves up healthy portions of both heat and sweet, in her second Knights in Black Leather new adult contemporary (after Undaunted). The bikers of the Southern Wolves motorcycle club are Alejandro "Alamo" Diaz's chosen family, the only family he has other than his beloved sister, Zoe. When standing up for the right thing lands him in a load of trouble in North Carolina, he heads south and runs squarely into further problems with Ellen, the daughter of a fellow club member. Ellen's father died years earlier, but the club members all consider her a little sister and one of them wants more than that. Ellen says she's only looking for no-strings-attached sex; Alamo would prefer romance. But when danger follows him to his new home, his only priority becomes keeping her safe. Douglas throws the lovers into hair-raising escapades while providing a satisfying update on the first book's protagonists and setting the stage for the next installment's drama.
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a story best suited to those who loved the first.
I think I was expecting a harder-hitting and rawer portrayal, more fitting with the tone of a Motorcycle story, and Ronnie Douglas spins this story into another direction. In fact, I didn’t find a ton of action (or even a tangible romance) for a large portion of the book. While the book did manage to stand alone, I was often left wondering where the strength and oomph for Ellie was: she seemed to dissolve (for me) into a navel gazing storyteller without any real connection to the action except to give it lip service.
But, her stories were amusing and clever, and the desire and fascination she holds for Alamo even though her booty call boy, Noah, is using the club code to call dibs. While this does sound salacious and perhaps rather sexy, there is little to no foul language or action that would place this book firmly into my definition of a NA title: college age kids, sexually active, mouthy and angsty – with more graphic scenes between the defined couple.
While I appreciated the writing, and the story telling, the story did feel a bit choppy and was difficult to buy into a real relationship between Ellen and Alamo: it actually felt like reading a series of diary entries from two people with different lives and huge crushes on one another. I couldn’t connect to any of the characters, and while I wonder if reading the first book in the series would have changed my opinion, I think this is a story best suited to those who loved the first.
I received an eArc copy of the title from the publisher via Edelweiss for purpose of honest review. I was not compensated for this review: all conclusions are my own responsibility.