The bad boy. The fuck up. The thief. That was me. Once a king, now a wanderer. I’d thrown the best parts of me away, over and over again. I was reckless. Still am. I’d been exiled. Twice. I did my time. I’ve cleaned up. Well, sort of. I got plans. Yeah, good ones. Then I ran into her. A bolt of lightning-startling, unsettling, breathtaking, out of reach. The woman I once scorned years ago is now the woman I can’t live without. I need what I didn’t think I’d ever need again. I want and want and want. Torture. She’s the epicenter of the war I’ve triggered, of the battle in my rusted heart. I may be as reckless as I ever was, but I’m determined as fuck. To hell with it. I want it all.
Unequivocally brilliant! Simply beautiful. That is first thing that comes to mind when thinking about Blood & Rust. And yes this is about another member of the MC Club, The One-Eyed Jacks, but the way Cat Porter so masterfully tells a tale, you can’t help but bask in the absolute beauty of her words.Â
Pure awesomeness There is a very good reason why Cat Porter is one of my absolute favorites; why she quickly made the top of my list – top five, to be precise. This woman, this amazing woman always manages to give me all the feels with her books, whether it’s a biker that tells us how much he loved his old lady but is happy that she found another to love her, after his passing – yes, Random & Rare, the book that made me bawl like a baby for hours after finishing – or a mysterious Lord from a Gothic romance that…
Epic love story! Epic……lyrical……poetry from the soul.Â