Author: M. Never
Genre: Dark Erotic Romance
Release Date: April 13, 2016
What’s harder than resisting one Dane man? Resisting two.
I don’t date bikers. It’s my one cardinal rule. No rough, rugged, tattooed egotistical maniacs on two wheels. Even if they are gorgeous, brilliant, and sport the prefix Doctor. Bottom line, bikers are nothing but trouble.
Dr. Devlin Dane has had his sights set on my panties for months. But I’ve done a stellar job of fending him off. As Mercy Medical’s most eligible bachelor, he has no problem in the panty dropping department. He’s tall, dark, and inked all over. I get the appeal, I’m not dead. I’m not stupid either. He’s a walking heartbreak waiting to happen.
But when Reese Dane comes crashing into my life – literally- the game suddenly changes.
Reese, the dark, brooding, motorcycle racing champion, knows exactly how to apply the right pressure on and off the track.
The two have an unstoppable pull like centrifugal force, and both bad boy bikers are determined to take me on a high-powered ride I’ll never forget…
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5 OUT OF 5 ‘Give Me F$cking Fast’ Stars
Have you ever read a M. Never book before?? I have. A few, in fact. And each time, I swear they get better and better.
Kayla has been thwarting the dashing Devlin Dane MD for over a year and everything finally comes to a screeching halt when Dev’s twin brother, Reese, enters the picture. Ok, hold up. Wait a minute. You mean to tell me that there are not one but two sexy as hell men that ride motorcycles and are vying for the same woman’s attention?? Geez, could this girl be any luckier??
I really, really want to go into detail with this story but I’m not a spoiler and therefore I am just going to tell you what I thought of this book. The scenes in this book were beyond thigh clenching and toe curling. Two sexy men who are, not only content sharing the same woman, but do so enthusiastically is so sexy to me. But don’t get it twisted…..there is much more to this story than just a good time. The heartfelt woes of love- shared love. The war inside the woman who can’t choose between brothers. The brothers who have their own demons to fight. The amazing struggle between what’s right and what feels good. I adored every push and pull of this story. It’s definitely one of those stories that sticks with you for quite some time.
MOTO was one of those books that you could not put down-like, at all. I finished MOTO in the wee hours of the morning (around 5am) while I was at work (shhh don’t tell anyone) and it was extremely difficult to maintain my composure. Why you ask?? I felt like I had an emotional investment made with these three wonderful people and when life happens- when real life intervenes into the fiction- well, an onslaught of emotions ensues and you get ‘the feels’ so intensely that it can only be hashed out in the bathroom at work where no one can see you. Don’t judge me.
So, I ask again: Have you ever read a M. Never book? No? Start here. No regrets. Take a risk on the Dane brothers. I’ve never been disappointed with M. Never’s cleverly talented mind. Thank you for sharing your magnificent ability to connect people with the written word. I will forever be a slave to your writing.
“I’m not overreacting! You can’t just pass me around to all your biker buddies and think it’s okay! I’m not a fucking wrist watch you can just throw into the pot!”
“Kayla, do you honestly think I would’ve put you up if I knew I couldn’t win? That I would let anyone else touch what belongs to us?” Reese crowds me into a corner.
“Us?” I squeak. Wait, what?
“Yes. Us. Mine and Dev’s.” He enunciates the words. “You. Are. Ours.”
There’s that word again. Ours.
“I don’t understand.”
“Baby, I think you do. I think you’ve always known where we would end up.” Reese cages me in with his arms.
Dev materializes over Reese’s shoulder, and I internally hyperventilate. I don’t know who to look at first as my gaze compulsively darts between the two of them. Two, beautiful, roughneck men, who both look like they want to have me for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
“How . . . how would this even work?” I crazily entertain the idea.
Both their faces split with a fiendish smile. I must have asked the million-dollar question.
Reese leans in closely, stopping my heart. “Let us show you,” he murmurs so seductively my knees nearly buckle. I throw a questioning eye at Dev and he nods confidently.
“You both want this?” I ask with a small voice.
“It isn’t about what we want anymore. It’s all about you now,” Dev voices.
“Say yes, Kayla.” Dev’s tone is soft and velvety. Irresistible. “Say yes to us.”
I press my back against the wall praying for composure, but the longer they trap me, the more the pressure builds, the more my want fights to the surface, and my resolve falls away into oblivion. I find myself nodding because my ability to speak has become paralyzed.
“Good girl,” Reese breathes before he throws me over his shoulder like a caveman.
“Hey!” I grab onto his shirt.
He swats me on the butt as he makes his way to the stairs. “Ouch!” I flail.
“That’s for bouncing out on me. Never do it again. Got it?” He hits me once more for good measure.
“Fuck you.” I flinch.
“In due time, baby.”
I lift my head as Reese climbs the stairs with Dev hot on his heels.
Reality suddenly strikes. Is this really happening?
“Relax.” Dev traps my chin gently. “We’re going to take care of you. And make you feel so good.” He pushes some dangling hair away from my face so I can see him. He’s incredibly calm despite the carnal look in his eyes.
Once in my small room, Reese drops me on the bed. They each flank one side, making me feel like a trapped animal.
I kneel in the middle of the mattress at a loss at what to do next.
“Strip, baby,” Reese instructs as he unzips his leather jacket and pulls the gun from the back of his pants, placing it on my nightstand.
I stay frozen in place.
I know I’m supposed to move, but what’s clearly about to happen hasn’t sunk in yet.
“Need some assistance?” Dev crawls up behind me and kisses my neck. A switch flips. My eyes immediately roll backward. Yes, please, touch me. Both of you, please touch me.
M. Never resides in New York City. When she’s not researching ways to tie up her characters in compromising positions, you can usually find her at the gym kicking the crap out of a punching bag, or eating at some new trendy restaurant.
She has a dependence on sushi and a fetish for boots. Fall is her favorite season.
She is surrounded by family and friends she wouldn’t trade for the world and is a little in love with her readers. The more the merrier. So make sure to say hi!