Revenge.
I race to finance it.
I evade to protect it.
I kill to attain it.
I planned everything.
Except her.
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.
Release Day → January 12th, 2015
The strongest love begins from a place of conflict…
Dirty Ties is one of those books that keeps you on the edge of your seat. It starts fast paced and never slows. I loved all the twists, turns, secrets and surprises. Pam Godwin is one of those authors I can always count on to be consistently good. Her books are always original, gritty and well written. She never disappoints. This book was no exception. Although very different from her other books, it was fantastic. I thoroughly enjoyed Logan and Kaci’s journey.
Logan is a man looking for revenge. That is what his life has become. It’s where all his focus lies. He races illegally and is well known as the ‘Evader’ in an underground racing circuit and he never loses. It’s not an option.
Revenge wasn’t an emotion. It was my inheritance, the acting force that lived in my blood and sustained my balance.
Then there is Kaci Baskel. The girl who appears to be completely satisfied in her life. She’s beautiful, rich, and seems to have it all. On the inside, she’s not happy. She’s not content in her life. Though she has no regrets about some aspects, there are other things she wants to change so badly. But circumstances out of her control make it near impossible. Kaci’s only reprieve from her life are the days the races are going on. She has sources that makes sure she knows when he’ll be racing. When she can get just a glimpse of the man who makes her heart pound and gets her blood pumping. Evader.
Kaci may think Evader has no idea who she is, she doesn’t know who he is, but he’s recognized her. He’s noticed her. And once he finds out who she really is, it becomes even more complicated.
Kaci and Logan have a sexual connection that its out of this world. I mean, it’s insanely hot.
A man like that fucks like he rides. With intimidation, recklessness, and unharnessed energy. He’s powered by adrenaline and takes what he wants without care.
There is so much to say about this story, but it’s so full of secrets, twists and turns at every corner, I’d be afraid to spoil something so I’ll stop talking about the actual story now and move to the characters.
Kaci is a strong heroine. She’s devoted and she’s fierce. She perfect as her life appears, she was really dealt a crap hand. I am in awe with how she was able to deal with everything in her life. At the age of 37, going through this for so long, she has to be strong. She has no other choice. I also want to say I loved Colin. My heart broke for him as well, but he really was a good guy. Who is Colin you ask? He’s one of those characters you’ll have to read to the book and meet.
Logan is a hard nut to crack. He’s out for one thing and one thing only. Revenge. And when things start going exactly as planned for him, they get more complicated than ever. I loved him hard. He was rough, tough and sexy as hell. But the way he felt for Kaci, at times it made me swoon.
She was my connection to life, my reason for fighting. She was why I felt so alive and wild and terrified. Because I felt all those things in her.
Overall, this book was a sexy and entertaining read full of action and suspense. It’s a true standalone, and it’s one heck of a ride! It’s the perfect combination of sex, mystery, action, and it has that uniqueness that is purely Pam Godwin. Her work is brilliant and I just can’t get enough! I would highly recommend this one for anyone looking for an out of the box, original romance!
“No matter what happens or how volatile the journey, there will be no room for emptiness. I promise.”
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.
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