Tuesday, July 31, 2018

Blog Tour ~ Giveaway ~ Review: Wild Like the Wind (Chaos #6) by Kristen Ashley @KristenAshley68


The brother known as Hound has a reputation. He’s all about cracking heads, having a good time, and when the Chaos Motorcycle Club needs someone to do the tough job, they call on him.
But Hound has a secret. He fell in love with a woman years ago. She’s untouchable. Unattainable. And even when her status changes, for Hound, it remains the same.
Keely Black had it all early and lost it all not long after. Thrown into an abyss of loss and grief, she’s faced a life of raising two sons alone and battling the rage at all that had been ripped from them.
And why.
Words spoken in anger open Hound’s and Keely’s eyes. For Hound, he sees he’s wasted his life loving the wrong woman. Keely sees she’s wasting her life not opening herself to the love of a good man.

5 Stars
In a word this romance was phenomenal. Once again Kristen Ashley touched the heart of me with her masterful writing style and dynamic characters. This series is undoubtedly my absolute favorite as these gritty Chaos brothers and their women own a piece of me. This novel was no exception. Overwhelmed by all the feels, Wild Like the Wind was beyond amazing, and I walked away from this read tingling with excitement. Intense, wildly emotional and savagely passionate, Hound and Keely's journey both wrecked and healed me.

Following the series, I knew that this would not be an easygoing read with the heroine being Black's widow, but confident that Ashley would deliver another exceptional heart wrenching, exquisitely uplifting romance. She did not disappoint. With each turn of the page, she controlled my emotions while guiding me through this couple's complicated relationship. Their struggles, from both dealing with grief and profound feelings of hopelessness to Hound's guilt for falling desperately in love with a woman he could never claim, pulled at my heartstrings. This couple faced a slew of uphill battles that had me anxious. With a forbidden relationship, defying the code of brotherhood, dealing with hurt feelings and misunderstandings ~ the angst level in this read was palatable, but I relished every minute of it.

I adored Keely, even though it took some time to see the real 'old lady' behind the shroud of grief, and I confess she made me a bit nervous. Knowing she mourned Black for over eighteen years, was left alone with two young boys (Dutch and Jagger, the coolest little bikers that stole my heart) and seeing the extent of her anger and sorrow in Walk Through Fire, had me on edge. Keely needed to persuade me that her devotion to Hound was sincere. But seeing how she made peace with the past and opened her heart to Hound convinced me. I loved Keely's perseverance and will to find her wild again with the one man she needed - Hound.

Shepherd "Hound" Ironside blew me away and I was amazed by the depths of his love, beauty, and pain. He was so much more than the peripheral, stoic man known as Chaos' "dog on a leash." His fierce loyalty and driving need to shield those he loved was tremendously admirable. Hopelessly in love with Keely for so many years, I was overjoyed when he finally had his heart's desire.

Completely unaware of how his family cherished and respected him, it was touching to see Hound's surprise when realizing he was worthy of their affections. 

And the sacrifices he made, scarring his soul to protect the club and avenge his fallen brother, he had me in awe. These were some of the reasons why I fell hard for this hero. But Hound's greatest moments, where he undeniably captured my heart, was through his relationships with Jean-Bug, Dutch, and Jagger.
I cannot begin to describe my adoration for Jean. Her character was such a positive force in Shepherd's life, she brought out his inner beauty, gentleness, and compassion. Jean was his family outside of the club and their connection was incredibly powerful. You'll need to meet Jean for yourself and fall in love with all of her awesomeness.

Hound was a constant presence in Dutch and Jagger's lives since Black's passing. The way he loved these boys, how he selflessly gave of himself and treated them as his own without overshadowing their father, made me fall deeper in love with him. He honored his brother's memory by helping Keely guide them to become the men their father dreamed they would be. They too brought out the best in Hound.

There was so much goodness in this romance to enjoy. Hound was an unbelievably sexy and swoon-worthy hero. This badass biker boy and his old lady liked it rough and dirty as they devoured each other. Seriously, their chemistry was so wildly explosive, they had me breathless, clenching my way through this read.

Wild Like the Wind was a remarkable story of second chances, hope, undying love and the bonds of brotherhood strengthening after weathering the storm. Tensions continue to escalate within the club as they gear up to face their enemies and Benito Valenzuela. Threats weigh heavily on these brothers, and I cannot wait to see it come to a head in the next and last book in the series.

I voluntarily reviewed an advance copy of this publication


She whirled on him, planted her hands on her slim hips and announced, “So you’re alive.”
He felt his mouth get tight and threw the door shut, but that was all he got in before she came at him, both hands up, and shoved him so hard at his chest, his entire torso rocked back.
That was when he felt his whole face get hard.
She didn’t hesitate to get up in that face and fuck him, fuck him, he felt her tits brush his chest, she was that close.
“You big jerk!” she shouted. “You scared the shit out of me.”
“Stand down, woman,” he growled.
“You haven’t dropped my check in two months, Hound.”
He couldn’t stop it.
He blinked at her and did it slow.
“You might miss a month but you never miss two,” she informed him of something he knew but thought she had not ever noticed.
“As you can see, I’m still standing,” he told her.
“I can see that. What I hear is that Chaos has got whatever trouble they’ve got with whoever took Millie and now they’re rubbing up against Bounty.”
Bounty was another MC in Denver.
They’d never had any problem with Bounty.
Now they did.
“Think you made it clear last time I saw you that you’re outta it with Chaos, so not sure how that’s your issue,” he stated.
“Uh, were you not there when the boys voted in Dutch as a recruit a month ago?”
Actually, he was on maneuvers so he had not been.
Though, since he sponsored Dutch, along with every man who’d had his patch when Black died, his official vote wasn’t really necessary.
He decided not to answer.
“I thought something had happened to you,” she said it like it was an accusation.
He put both arms up at his sides, which he thought pretty much said it all.
It did, but she was clearly not happy about the way he did it and he knew that with the way her face screwed up, all pissed.
“You drop my checks,” she declared heatedly.
“Gonna leave that duty to another man,” he told her.
“Why?” she rapped out.
“’Cause I got other shit I need to be doin’,” he replied, not the entire truth, not a full lie either.
“It’s because I was a bitch to you,” she said it, straight out.
“You didn’t say anything that wasn’t true,” he returned, and that wasn’t a lie at all.
What he left unsaid was that her saying what she’d said sucked dick.
“I was upset,” she explained herself.
“That didn’t go unnoticed,” he shared.
“Don’t be an asshole, Hound,” she snapped, and his brows went up as his temper caught.
“How’s that bein’ an asshole?” he asked.
“You’re bein’ flippant,” she told him.
He leaned toward her. “Woman, I don’t even know what ‘flippant’ means.”
“Then you need to spend more time reading books and less time doing Chaos’s wet work,” she shot back.
He leaned away and slowly drew a very long breath into his nose.
She glared at him.
When he had no verbal reaction to her remark, she looked around then back at him.
“For God’s sake, Hound, you live in a sty,” she declared.
“Got no woman to keep the place nice for, baby,” he drawled. “As you pointed out. And men don’t mind they live in a sty. It’s only women who give a fuck about that shit.”
Her eyes got squinty. “Why don’t you have a woman?”
He was not discussing this with her.
“That’s none of your fuckin’ business,” he returned.
She threw up an arm in front of her to indicate him. “You’re hot.”
He did another slow blink.
He was?
“It’s a waste,” she decreed.
She’d know about waste, all of what was her going without a man for seventeen years.
“You’re worried I don’t get my wick wet enough, Keely, you can mark that off your list of things you shouldn’t stick your nose into in the first place. I get what I need. I just don’t keep it.”
“Why not?” she asked.
“You obviously won’t feel this way, but you don’t know me so I’ll educate you that for a guy like me, you give it enough time to get time in, snatch becomes a drag and no man needs anything draggin’ on him.”
“You did not just say that to me,” she bit out.
“Jesus, woman,” he boomed, looked side to side and back to her. “You’re the one stormed in here, gettin’ up in my face and my space, puttin’ your hands on me, stickin’ your nose in shit that’s not yours to have. What’s your problem?”
“You bring me my checks,” she declared.
“Not anymore,” he fired back.
“You bring me my checks,” she demanded.
He leaned again toward her.
“Not anymore,” he snarled.
And then, Jesus, fuck…
She was on him.
She was all over him.
Plastered down his front, hands clenched hard in his hair yanking his head down to hers, she had her mouth to his and her tongue in his mouth.
God, nectar.
Fuck, heaven.
He ripped his mouth from hers, planted a hand in her chest and shoved her back a lot harder than he’d ever touch any woman (or any woman who had not done Chaos wrong) so she reeled away five paces.
He couldn’t apologize.
He needed to draw a line.
For her.
For him.
For her boys.
For Chaos.

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Fire Inside ~ http://amzn.to/2EoBuG3
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Kristen Ashley was born in Gary, Indiana, USA and nearly killed her mother and herself making it into the world, seeing as she had the umbilical cord wrapped around her neck (already attempting to accessorize and she hadn't taken her first breath!). Her mother said they took Kristen away, put her Mom back in her room, her mother looked out the window, and Gary was on fire (Dr. King had been assassinated four days before). Kristen's Mom remembered thinking it was the end of the world. Quite the dramatic beginning. Nothing's changed. Kristen grew up in Brownsburg, Indiana and has lived in Denver, Colorado and the West Country of England. Thus, she's blessed to have friends and family around the globe. Her family was (is) loopy (to say the least) but loopy is good when you want to write. They all lived together on a very small farm in a small farm town in the heartland. She grew up with Glenn Miller, The Everly Brothers, REO Speedwagon and Whitesnake (and the wardrobes that matched). Needless to say, growing up in a house full of music, clothes and love was a good way to grow up. And as she keeps growing, it keeps getting better.

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