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Vengeance Road

Vengeance Road, February 2019
Torpedo Ink #2
by Christine Feehan

Featuring: Breezy Simmons; Steele
448 pages
ISBN: 0451490142
EAN: 9780451490148
Kindle: B07CWDZKTY
Mass Market Paperback / e-Book
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"A second chance is all he needs..."

Fresh Fiction Review

Vengeance Road
Christine Feehan

Reviewed by Annetta Sweetko
Posted January 18, 2019

Romance Paranormal | Romance Suspense

Steele, the vice president of the Torpedo Ink, MC, had survived the years in hell that produced the other family members who made up the club. Men and women he would fight for and die for but the one that got away would really lead him down VENGEANCE ROAD.

Breezy Simmons had been born into the Sword MC, the worst of the worst. She had gotten out when Steele had thrown her out. She had changed, learned how to survive in the outside world but then something horrible happened and she knew that if she didn't make it back that Steele must know the secret she kept from him. He stops her from going to certain death and now that he knows he has a son, he will not stop until the boy is out of the hands of the very men he had tried to save Breezy from - her father and the remaining members of Sword. Nothing will stop him, not even Breezy herself from doing what he should have done back then.

VENGEANCE ROAD is at times heartbreaking, to think that the world is this messed up but then seeing the survivors of the worst make the best lives possible, gives hope. Steele had fallen for Breezy but then when he realized her age, he felt guilty and knew what the Torpedos had planned for this particular club and had her sent away. he thought to protect her. Probably the best thing to happen to her but it still broke her heart because for the first time in her life she felt like someone important, not just a possession. Given a second chance, he isn't about to let her go and finding out he has a son, there is no way, she will go it alone any longer. Steele has his work cut out for him to give her back that feeling of importance and introduce her to a much better club life. This was something she is very determined never to be a part of again, and after seeing what her, as well as the other women of that club's life, was like you couldn't blame her. But it is Breezy herself that could smooth over trouble and make things right without even trying as we witness when a party is thrown to inspect some possible new members for the Torpedoes. She managed to make everyone comfortable, especially the new "old ladies" with ease and that ability came from being a sweet, caring woman.

In this emotionally charged offering, author Christine Feehan gives us a deeper look into the personalities of the club, or in this case, really you need to call them family members. These tortured beings are learning to live and with each book, we get to see their real personalities come alive as they learn to assimilate into what is considered acceptable behavior. None of the Torpedo Ink members will ever be "normal" but their brand of right should be good enough for anyone. VENGEANCE ROAD is going on my "read again" shelf along with all the others by this phenomenal author.

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Christine Feehan takes romance full throttle in the second gripping novel in her #1 New York Times bestselling Torpedo Ink series.

Breezy Simmons was born into a ruthless motorcycle club—and now that she’s out, she’s never going to be that girl again. But when her past catches up with her, Breezy must go to Sea Haven to seek out the man who almost destroyed her. The man who chose his club over her and left her feeling used and alone.

As vice president of Torpedo Ink, Steele is ride or die for the brothers he lived through hell with. He never thought he’d find something as pure as his feelings for Breezy, or that keeping her safe would mean driving her away with cruel words that turned her love for him to ash.

Now, Steele won’t let her walk away twice. He’ll do whatever it takes to make Breezy his woman again—especially when he learns the real reason she came to him for help, and that the stakes are higher than he ever could have imagined…


Breezy Simmons leaned against her pickup for a moment, staring at the large building that housed the Torpedo Ink Motorcycle Club. Her heart beat so hard in her chest she was afraid she might vomit. The world spun uncontrollably, and she quickly leaned down, putting her head between her legs, drawing in great gulps of air. She caught a glimpse of two men on the other side of the compound as her head went toward the asphalt, and she didn't recognize either of them. That made her pounding heart sink.

She couldn't possibly have the wrong club. This had to be them. She was running out of time and options. She slowly righted herself and took another cautious look around. The two men stared at her from across the parking lot. She was careful not to look at them too long. She didn't want them coming anywhere near her. She needed to get in and out very fast.

The Torpedo Ink compound was extremely large and had a high chain-link fence surrounding it. There was even razor wire up on top of the fence, making the place look like a fortress. The rolling gates were wide open, and she'd driven her truck right inside, parking as close to the clubhouse as possible. She deliberately left the door to her beat-up pickup open and the engine running. Hopefully, no one recognized her, and she could get in and out of the building quickly, once she asserted these were the right people, the ones she was looking for.

In the early morning hours, the club was just beginning to stir. Clearly, they'd partied hard over the weekend. In the enormous side yard, the one with the beautiful ocean view, she could see embers in fire pits glowing as the breeze stirred them up. A man with his back to her watered them down with a hose. He wore a tight tee and jeans, but no colors. Still, she knew this was the home of the club that called itself Torpedo Ink. She sent up a silent prayer that this was the one she'd been looking for.

There were empty bottles strewn around the grass and on the ground to the side of the building in the wide expanse of open field. Cars, motorcycles and trucks were scattered around the parking lot, although no one parked where the club did. Their motorcycles were lined up neatly and a prospect watched over them. He sat on the curb looking at her. She was parked too close to the precious bikes, but she didn't care—other than it had drawn the attention of the prospect.

Another long line of motorcycles was parked a short distance down from the clubhouse and a prospect watched over those bikes as well. He looked at her without much interest, which indicated to her that these bikes belonged to a visiting club. He wasn't as interested in protecting the grounds as the one closest to the clubhouse.

She had to get this over with. Just being in such close proximity to an MC made her sick. The fact that she knew what went on at the party made her even sicker. That this might be his club, and she had to risk running into him, made all that far worse.

Breezy squared her shoulders, dragged the envelope off the seat and turned all in one motion. The prospect was on his feet. If she knew for certain this was the right club, she would have thrust the letter into his hands and left, but she was guessing from a process of elimination.

She purposely hadn't kept track of him, especially when she'd heard, a year after she'd left, that eighteen members of the Swords had set up the international president for assassination and had, allegedly, wiped out a number of members and then disappeared. She knew who those eighteen members were immediately and knowing them, she knew it was possible when others said it wasn't. She'd run as far from the life as she could and now she was pulled right back in.

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