I race to finance it.
I evade to protect it.
I kill to attain it.
I planned everything.
The alluring, curvaceous blonde at the finish line.
With sapphire eyes that cheat and lie.
Whose powerful family murdered mine.
I hate her.
I want her.
I know she’s hiding something.
But so am I.
Dirty Ties is my first Pam Godwin book and let me tell you it will definitely not be the last!! A man on a bike, with a tragic past and one strong bada** heroine? Uh, YES PLEASE!!! The Bike with a man in a Suit with wearing chucks, that was enough to suck me in right there!
The “Evader”… Sighhhhh. This man is secretive, hawt and down right S-E-X-Y! He is strong, dominant and a bad boy through and through. What I wouldn’t give to have his hands all over me. While he is completely dominant and in control, is also caring and so sweet you will turn into a puddle of goo. A man on a mission, but does the mission get detoured along the way?
Kaci is one tough cookie. She is smart, sassy and totally my kind of chick! Living in a marriage of deception, she is a true and loyal friend. She wants what any girl wants… Someone to love her, the way she deserves to be loved.
“I wanted one. The one. A companion, a lover, someone to hold me at night and kiss me awake in the morning. Someone to fight with, someone to fight for me.” ~Kaci
This story is a roller coaster, as soon as you think you have it all figured out, be prepared to be knocked flat on your butt! The way it all unfolds is brilliant. I absolutely loved the story line, the flow and the range of emotions you’re taken through. You will laugh, you will cry and your jaw will end up being on the floor. This book seriously has it all, scandals, mystery, secrets, lies and a ton of heart touching moments, oh and let’s not forget the steaminess that will melt your panties off.
“..On hands and knees, he rode my body the way he rode his bike. With intimidation, recklessness, and unharnessed energy”
Dirty Ties is a standalone and I promise, if you want a book that has it all, pick this up! I am officially a Pam Godwin fan! 5 Stars and then some!! ~Shera
He knelt over my attacker, his strength visible in the stretch of the jacket over his back and shoulders. His helmet cocked, angled in my direction. “I had this.”
Oh my God, his voice. Okay, it was definitely synthesized, his timbre humming with an electronic overlay, but it was deep and gravelly and so goddamned sexy.
Pull yourself together, Kaci. He was far more dangerous than the man who just attacked me.
“Get out of here.” I nodded to the street behind me, and as if on cue, another squad car zoomed by. “I’ll hold him until you’re gone.”
What was I saying? I didn’t want him to leave.
I thought I heard a chuckle, but couldn’t be sure with the whine of sirens and exhaust pipes. He looked back at my attacker, swung an arm, and knocked him out. Damn. Okay, that worked too.
I lowered the gun. “You won the race?”
“Of course.” He rose and erased the distance between us in three strides.
My nerves shivered, overloaded and amped up, and oh God, he was just standing there, heating the air around me, staring at me. What did he want? I opened my mouth to spew a gushing thank you.
He snatched the gun from my hand.
What the? “Give that ba—”
He lifted my chin and stroked a gloved finger over the nicks on my throat. Each caress irritated the cuts, but I didn’t want him to stop. He raised the finger in front of my visor, blood soaking the leather tip. “Have you learned your lesson?”
His voice reverberated through me, and my knees weakened. Even with the electronic distortion, he sounded pissed.
My heart panted, and a throb swelled, hot and needy, between my legs. All because of a pissed-off synthesized voice? I might’ve just swallowed my self-respect, but I couldn’t help it. My body had one mission, and that mission vibrated against me like he wanted to tear me in half. Damn me to hell, but my inner muscles clenched at the thought.
I touched my throat and flinched at the bite of pain. “It’s just a scratch.”
The reflection of my helmet in his visor wavered as he shook his head. He gazed down on me as if he were…considering something? God, I wished I could see his face, his eyes.
His finger returned to my throat, trailed a path beneath my chin, lifting it and catching on the edge of the helmet. He tugged it, like he wanted to rip off the shield and see my eyes, too. “Get on your bike, sweetheart.”
He flicked the safety on the gun and gripped my shoulders, turning my body to face the bike. Both bikes. His and mine side-by-side. Oh, how I loved the sight of that.
His fingers touched my hip, slipping beneath my jacket to stroke my bare skin. I trembled against the brush of his glove, until he opened his mouth. “This is your last race.”
The temperature in my helmet rose by ten degrees, and my cheeks inflamed. I glared at him over my shoulder. “Excuse me?”
Smack. A stinging jolt of fire rippled over my ass, and I shuffled forward. He fucking hit me! I placed my hands on the bike’s seat, and unbidden, a grin took hold of my face. He fucking spanked me.
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author, Pam Godwin, lives in the Midwest with her husband, their two children, and a foulmouthed parrot. When she ran away, she traveled fourteen countries across five continents, attended three universities, and married the vocalist of her favorite rock band. Java, tobacco, and dark romance novels are her favorite indulgences, and might be considered more unhealthy than her aversion to sleeping, eating meat, and dolls with blinking eyes.