Series: Torpedo Ink #3
Published by Berkley on January 28, 2020
Genres: Paranormal Romance
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Isaak “Ice” Koval is on a club mission when he sees a woman who stops him dead in his tracks. Soleil is a sweet, sexy, girl-next-door type. She’s an innocent who should be nowhere near the rough-and-ready world of the Torpedo Ink motorcycle club. But Ice knows Soleil belongs with him—and he’ll do whatever it takes to keep her.
After a life of drifting from one thing to the next, Soleil Brodeur is determined to take control of her life. When her breakup with her manipulative fiancé turns ugly, Soleil searches out the stranger who offered her a lifeline and ends up in a Las Vegas biker bar where she meets a gorgeous, dangerous man straight out of her most secret fantasies.
High on adrenaline, she finds herself falling faster than she thought possible. But Soleil knows little about the territory she’s stumbled into, and even less about what it really means to be Ice’s woman.…
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Vendetta Road is Ice’s book. Ice had a horrible time in the school in the past. He had a twin and younger sister to protect. It feels like he is at the end of his rope when the sun, literally shines down on him. Ice doesn’t fight it. His past does creep up in a couple of instances. But most of this book is the relationship between Ice and Soleil. Both need their confidence built, but it was a true insta-love story. There is not as much action against the groups Torpedo Ink normally go against. Don’t get me wrong, they do go on some intense missions. I love to see their powers in action. They are fighting a very big fight with these sick minds. Torpedo Ink is doing all they can to prevent children from living the lives they did.
Ice is surprised by his reaction to Soleil and takes things into his own hands by marrying her right away. Not that that action was only planned by him. He was not going to let her get away. Vendetta Road shows the change unconditional love, even that from a practical stranger, can change someone. The growth in the relationship isn’t all on Ice’s side either. The club provides so much that Soleil has always wanted.
I didn’t find Ice and Soleil’s story as intense as the previous books, but I still enjoyed it a lot. Ice and Soleil together create fireworks, but there were times when I was looking for a little more outside interaction. There was also not a whole lot of conflict between our two protagonists that gave them something to solve.
This is definitely a series I will continue to read, as there are still a LOT of Torpedo Ink members that need to find their salvation and other halves. They all have such horrible problems due to their upbringing and it has affected them all separately. I think this means the women they find are going to be a great variety of personalities.
After reading Vendetta Road, I was in love with Ice and Soleil. Even though our previous couples only have small parts, I still love to see them and how welcoming they are and how the men have changed. I really enjoyed this installment of the Torpedo Ink series.
Soleil ran through the lobby, uncaring of turning heads. One didn’t run in a very swank hotel. She wanted to grab security, but Winston had a way of talking that made her look hysterical or childish and him look totally controlled, the adult having to put up with tantrums. She wasn’t about to take chances, not when she knew they planned to kill her.
Who would believe her? Her own fiancé? A lawyer? A policeman? All conspiring to kill her? She would look crazy and Winston would explain she’d lost Bennet, the only one she had as family. He would get sympathy and understanding, and they would all look to him to take care of her. He’d probably sedate her. Did he have a doctor involved too? It was possible. She’d met one through him, one he considered important.
She burst out onto the street, her lungs hurting. Clearly, she needed more exercise if she was going to have to run for her life. Her thoughts were wild and a little hysterical. She couldn’t have that. It would only play into Winston’s hand. She raced to the crosswalk, and fortunately the light changed and there were few people in her way. She was able to cross quickly and get into the relative shelter of the hotel-casino on the next street.
Noise erupted all around her. The concentrated smoke from cigarettes threatened to choke her. For a moment, she paused, a little disoriented. The whiskey she’d drunk was making her feel a lot better. Clearer. She knew exactly what to do. She made her way through the casino with more dignity, not wanting to draw attention to herself.
The casino floor was set up so that the exits were difficult to get to. Every little turn put her in front of card tables, the roulette wheel, craps, or, when she managed to find her way through the maze, machines. A sea of them. They didn’t matter. The drinks had finally steadied her, and she was feeling as if she was in control and could do this.
Still, it was a good distance to the exits and it took her a few minutes to make her way to the other side of the room. The casino was enormous, so much so that she knew she’d probably covered a block at least. She had to have. But she walked with more confidence and less panic. Every now and then, just to be certain, she glanced over her shoulder, or paused at a machine to see if Winston was behind her. So far, her plan had worked. Most likely, he’d gone out onto the strip and worried she’d hailed a cab or taken one of the hotel’s private limos. She was afraid to do that. He could trace a cab and he’d talk any driver into coming back for him.
She thought about getting another drink, but she hadn’t eaten. Already she was much clearer in what she had to do. She felt very courageous. It only took a couple of times going in a small circle before she mastered the maze of machines and was able to push open the door that let her out onto the street. The lights were much dimmer, but still illuminated the sidewalk.
She looked left and right. She was right in the middle of the block. Across the street, neon blue signs flashed, and the sound of music was loud. Each of the bars seemed to be playing a different song, but she loved to dance and the one on the end at the right blared the best music. She headed in that direction and then changed her mind, a little shiver going through her. She knew Winston. He would hire men to find her. He would call the police and report her missing, saying she had a mental disorder and he was worried for her safety. This street was still too close.
She hurried down the block to the next line of bars. The streets seemed darker, and as she came around the corner, a few men standing on the sidewalk in front of a bar looked up, nudging one another. Alarms went off and she paused to get oriented. Just in front of her was another bar blaring dancing music and in front of it were motorcycles, instantly reminding her of Lana. Her heart jumped. Lana. She hurried toward that one without hesitation. If Lana was there, she would know what to do. She was that kind of woman.