My rating: 5 of 5 stars
I have loved everything Katie Ashley has ever written, she is an incredible storyteller but WOW!!! Vicious Cycle has blown my mind, it’s nothing like anything I have ever read by Ms. Ashley! For those of you who LOVE your MC books, you need to check this one out! Not your hearts and flowers romance, Vicious Cycle is darker… edgier… with much more angst. I couldn’t get enough of this gripping biker story.
As always, the characters were amazing! Willow, Deacon and Alexandra are characters I won’t soon forget. Each character’s story was riveting, but Willow’s story, is the buried in my heart.
Vicious Cycle was filled with lots of “OMG what did I just read!” and “Oh no she didn’t.” moments. This book had me on my toes with my heart in my throat may times. But with the angst and edginess of this story, there is also the smoking sexiness that I have come to expect from Katie Ashley… Ok, she may have stepped the hotness up in Vicious Cycle because I swear there was smoke coming out of my Kindle! 😉
If you love dark and edgy in your reads, but don’t want over the top, I highly recommend this amazing page turner! Hold on tight because Vicious Cycle is about to take you on one hell of a dark and sexy ride! Nic
**I was provided with a complimentary copy in exchange for an honest review
VICIOUS CYCLE by Katie Ashley
Exclusive Excerpt #3
“Ugh, it’s hot,” she whined, kicking off the covers.
“If you can wait a damn minute, I’ll turn on the fan.”
When I turned back around from hitting the switch, I sucked in a harsh breath at the sight of Alex ripping off her shirt. The white lacy bra was about the sexiest thing I’d seen in a long fucking time. It may not have been skimpy, but just seeing the outline of Alex’s pink nipples beneath the lacy shit made my mouth run dry.
But she wasn’t through tormenting me. Oh no.
She had to rip off her jeans next to reveal white boy shorts. I licked my lips, trying hard to hold myself back from ripping them off of her and burying my face between her legs. With my dick pounding against my zipper, I knew I needed to get the fuck out of there. If I didn’t, I was going to do something I would regret—something I never, ever did, which was fuck a seriously drunk girl.
When I turned to go, she grabbed onto my arm, pulling me to the bed. “Noooo, don’t leave.”
“Give me a fucking break, Alex. You can sleep it off by yourself.”
She giggled. “I promise not to try to take advantage of you.”
“That ain’t it.” No, I would be the one defiling her in a hundred different ways.
Her amusement faded. Staring up at me with those big brown eyes, she asked, “Don’t you want to stay with me?”
“You wouldn’t ask me that question if you were sober.”
“And why not?”
“Because you would know that I’m sure as hell not the type of man who does what a woman asks.”
“Even if she begs?”
“I only listen to pleading when I’m fucking.”
Her nose wrinkled. “You’re a disgusting pig.”
“Yeah, I am, babe. And don’t forget it.”
“Would you at least sit on the edge of the bed until I go to sleep?”
“You’re not giving up, are you?”
“I promise I won’t tell anyone that you did. You can save face in front of your brothers. Besides, I probably won’t remember this in the morning anyway.”
I don’t know why I eased down on the side of the bed. But then that small voice of conscience, the one I usually ignored, seemed to overrule any idea about telling Alex no.
Every time Alex got remotely near me, I should bolt in the opposite direction. I’d never met a woman this dangerous—one who made me do shit I didn’t want to do, to consider shit I didn’t want to.
Katie Ashley is a New York Times, USA Today, and Amazon Best-Selling author. She lives outside of Atlanta, Georgia with her two very spoiled dogs. She has a slight obsession with Pinterest, The Golden Girls, Harry Potter, Shakespeare, Supernatural, Designing Women, and Scooby-Doo.
With a BA in English, a BS in Secondary English Education, and a Masters in Adolescent English Education, she spent 11 1/2 years educating the Youth of America aka teaching MS and HS English until she left to write full time in December 2012.