"They must travel down Vengeance Road to find true love..."
Reviewed by Kim Roller
Posted March 28, 2019
Romance Paranormal | Romance Suspense
He hurt her terribly three years ago, but can't forgive himself for what
he did to actually protect her. When she needs help he's the person
she runs to... Will vengeance against their enemy bring them back
together? Can they overcome the past to find their version of happily
Christine Feehan continues the
Torpedo Ink series with Vengeance Road, the story of the vice-president of the
motorcycle gang Steel and the love of his life Breezy. A visit from her
family has Bree coming to kill Steel and the gang's president, along
with a cop who helped bring down the human trafficking ring from
three years ago, where they first met. However, the past comes to light
and they must work together to become better versions of themselves
- the versions they can both see in each other. Theirs is a love that
never died as well as one they knew nothing about. Breezy must learn
that she can trust the gang members along with each other with their
secrets and come to an understanding. No matter their background,
their love endures.
Vengeance Road is a suspenseful,
sexy, passionate, and gripping story of lost love that can have a second
chance. Feehan shows readers that finding a love you didn't know
existed and letting that person see you for your true self is worth the
fight, and that family is who and what you make it, whether by blood or
through friendship. I can't wait to see which member gets his story told
next. Torpedo Ink is a great
series with all kinds of possibilities.
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 clubâ€”and
now that sheâ€™s out, sheâ€™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
heâ€™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 wonâ€™t let her walk away twice. Heâ€™ll do whatever
it takes to make Breezy his woman againâ€”especially when he
learns the real reason she came to him for help, and that
the stakes are higher than he ever could have imaginedâ€¦
ExcerptBreezy 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
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 careâ€”other than it had drawn the attention of the
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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