Title: Tap'd Out
Series: Dead Presidents MC Series #5
Author: Harley Stone
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: May 26, 2019
Serving as an intelligence officer taught Tap how to listen, but nobody warned him about hearing too much. Now, he skates the line between paranoid and prepared, afraid to fully trust anyone, even his club brothers.
Sasha Petrov believed in the system. She devoted her life to serving and protecting, only to find that justice is a greedy whore that sways toward the best paying client. Now, she’ll settle for vengeance.
When Tap finds Sasha beaten, bloody, and begging for help, he’ll have to risk exposing all his secrets to save her. Can someone so broken put her back together?
I can't get enough of Harley Stone's Dead Presidents. These men are ones that will have you wanting yourself an MC man or at least a man from the Dead Presidents. I have been eagerly awaiting to get more on the elusive Tap and finally he gets his story and secrets are revealed.
The chemistry and connection between Sasha and Tap. Sasha took Tap by surprise but he can't help but want to protect her and to help and that is just what he and the MC are about to do but they may have underestimated how far the corruption is at.
I loved watching the bond form between Tap and his life outside of the MC with Sasha and the one she forms with those in the MC. If you haven't read any other books in this series you can still really enjoy this one but they are all really good books. I can't wait for more by Harley Stone!
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She was perfection. Every bruise, scar, and bandage paid tribute to her strength and determination. I wanted to become intimately acquainted with each dimple, kiss every freckle, run my tongue across every mole. “You’re fucking gorgeous,” I said, spinning her back around.
Her expression softened. “You’re not bad yourself. I mean, if you’re into those perfect stripper body, probably-works-out-everyday, sexy-as-hell types. Which I am.” I chuckled and pulled her into my arms again. “Good. Is this okay? I don’t want to hurt you.”
She swallowed. “I don’t want that either.” The desire in her eyes made her desire clear, but the way she chewed on her lip and the slight tremble in her arms told me she was scared.
“What can I do?” I asked. “What do you need from me?”
She looked over our scattered clothes and scooped up my shirt. Turning me around, she used it to tie my hands behind my back.
I flexed, noting how loosely her bonds held me. “I can break out of this,” I said honestly. She turned me around to face her again, her green eyes pleading. “I know. Don’t.”
Harley Stone writes mafia romance and funny-as-shit romantic fiction. When she's not writing, she's busy living out her real adventure in southwest Washington with her husband and their five boys.
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