

I am always up for a book written by Ciara St. I look forward to more of the Archangel’s Warriors MC and their allies’ stories. I love this series, the characters are great, and the stories are always full of action, suspense, and great plots. Once Mac realizes that Capone is truly invested, she gives in, but not after several fights and blow ups. Once these couples figure out the path to lead them to their HEA, nothing can stop them. I love the characters! The men are sexy, possessive, and loyal and the women are strong, independent, sexy and fighters. This story was just as great as the other books in this series.

She’s been on her own too long to let any man take over and dictate to her what she can do and where she can go. The only problem is that these men keep falling for independent, strong women that will fight them tooth and nail to keep that independence. When the MC takes over the local gym, her lively hood is in jeopardy, all because Capone doesn’t like the way that she is treated at the gym by a few customers, but one in particular.Ĭapone is just like his brothers in the MC, when that one woman comes into his life even by accident, and knocks him on his keester, he is lost and will do anything to make her his and keep her safe and sound. Mackenzie Matthews “Mac” is a woman that is doing her best to keep her brother on the right path and a roof over both of their heads. If she’s not in my bed and on the back of my bike, she’s not going to be on anyone’s.Ĭapone is surprised by the woman that he meets at the new gym, a new venture that the MC has gone into. I don’t care who has to bleed for me to keep feeding the habit: She’s the devil dressed in the tight-ass skin of a bitch I’ve become addicted to. She’s not who she’s been pretending to be. Until my brothers find us and it’s not me they’ve come for-it’s her. She’s bringing my walls down, showing me maybe there’s some good in the world after all. Part of me wants to keep her there, drench her in the very essence of who I am until she’s nothing but a weeping mess, craving the relief only I can give her. She’s a complication, burrowing her claws deep into the layers of my fucked-up psyche. I give zero fucks about it, and it gives zero fucks about me, so when some mafia prick with a vendetta toward our club tries to torture me for sport, the last person I expect to come to my rescue is a small female with a sassy attitude and a death wish. I have a tainted soul, oil black and hungry for bloodshed.

The one they call in from the dark when they need shit done-and there’s no one better for the job than me.
