Thursday, March 3, 2016

review || WHISKEY NEAT { release blitz } by Lanie Lynn Vale

Self-Published | March 3, 2016 | MC Romance
Uncertain Saints, book 1


Griffin Storm wasn’t prone to violence, but when someone takes what Griffin holds dear, the world as he knows it is gone.

Retaliation, revenge and rage fuels him. His MC, The Uncertain Saint’s, do their best to offer support, but Griffin is beyond redemption. He’ll do what he has to do. Kill who he has to kill.

He doesn’t care if that means he dies. If it gets him what he wants, then it’s worth it.

He fakes it all until the night he walks into a sex shop for batteries and lays eyes on a woman that will change his life.

Lenore makes him think past tomorrow. Makes him want to see just what the future might bring.

But his life’s a dangerous one built around pain and deception, and not for the faint of heart.

He won’t give up the past, not until he’s done what he promised to do.

And if that means she’s not there when the dust settles, he’ll risk it.

Lenore, though, won’t give up on him. She’ll fix him, whether he wants her to or not.
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{ about lanie lynn vale } .

I’m a married mother of three. My kids are all under 5, so I can assure you that they are a handful. I’ve been with my paramedic husband now for ten years, and we’ve produced three offspring that are nothing like us. I live in the greatest state in the world, Texas.

{ excerpt } .

“Come on, Doogan,” I urged, giving his collar a tug.

Doogan didn’t budge, which was why I had a front row seat as a man sailed over the railing of Mr. Marshall’s porch, and landed about ten feet away from where I was standing.

“Oh, my God,” I breathed.

I didn’t move, though, because the man was suddenly surrounded.

Men in leather were everywhere…but the one man that held my attention was stomping down the porch steps and heading straight to the man on the ground.

Griffin, the man who’d bought batteries from me just two days ago, was well and truly pissed.

When his eyes swung to me, I didn’t know what to do.

Should I run?

Stay where I was?

Question after question barreled through my mind, leaving me shaking in fear…and something else I wasn’t ready to admit to just yet.

“Go home,” he ordered.

I blinked, looking to my left and right to be sure he was talking to me.

Since I didn’t see anyone else around me, I decided he was talking to me, but I just couldn’t get my legs to cooperate out of fear.

Not to mention that I would have to walk through the lot of them to get to my house.

When I didn’t move fast enough, he issued the order again, only this time it was biting.

“Go. Home,” he snapped.

I turned on my heel and started walking, coming to a sudden stop when Doogan still refused to move.

“Mother of God,” I whispered. “Come on Doog,” I whispered frantically. “Let’s go.”

He did move, just not in the correct direction.

No, he walked straight up to Griffin and licked his hand, a hand that was stuck out, not in invitation to approach, but instead to stop the dog from getting too close to him.

“Can’t you control your fuckin’ dog?” He grated out angrily.

Tears were stinging my eyes, because, by that point, I had the attention of not just Griffin, but the whole freakin’ lot of them.

My heart was beating frantically in my chest as they watched me, and I just knew that if I didn’t get the hell out of there I’d get the hell beaten out of me…or worse.

“Where do you live?” Griffin asked, taking a hold of Doogan’s leash.

It slipped from my hands, and I watched in helpless horror as it did.

And what did Doogan do?

He freakin’ followed him!

“Umm,” I whispered. “Three duplexes down from here.”

“Be back,” Griffin said as he took my hand in his free one and started to walk me back to my house.

The men returned their stares on the man they were circling, and I glanced over my shoulder just in time to see one of the big ones kick the poor guy on the ground next to his feet.

He didn’t say a word, and neither did I.

I was too scared.

What if he beat the shit out of me?

Raped me?

What if…

“I’m not going to hurt you,” Griffin growled, interrupting my inner diatribe.

“I know,” I lied.

He snorted. “Stop shaking. I said I wouldn’t harm you. I’m a cop.”

Yeah, but good cops didn’t beat the shit out of people in the dark of night.

{ review } .

This story had a lot of promise, just some failure-to-fully-execute that left me confused at times.

But let's start with the pros. This isn't your typical MC romance. We have six guys who (maybe?) formed the Uncertain Saints. They each have had something terrible happen to them, and found solace in this brotherhood. For this particular book, we have Griffin, and his something terrible? The death of his six year old son.

Now, the story progresses and essentially revolves around Tanner's death, but in the mix of all of that is also his growing relationship with Lenore, a feisty red head that isn't embarrassed about running a sex toy store, who has a best friend who is a guy, and who can most certainly hold her own when it comes to the nasty women 'in her life' -- namely her best friend's wife.

The whole Remy/Jenna debacle was one that had me squinty-eyed a bit, because why you would date your best friend's arch nemesis is beyond me, but whatevs. Remy was a good guy outside of that.

Other pros to this story -- the suspense line was actually written well. I was excited to see where everything was going to go next, and I was a bit surprised by some of the outcomes. The characterization, too, was pretty on point and consistent, as well.

As for the cons? There were some instances that it felt that the scene progressed further in the author's head than what came across on paper. One scene in particular, Lenore and Griffin enter a room and the next description has them lying down and him rolling toward her. They never even got to the bed, but somehow they were in it. Also, the beginning descriptions of Uncertain Saints leads the reader to believe that these six founded the club, but then later states that Griffin's prospectorship was quick, as if he wasn't a founder. There's a Jack and Coke reference toward the end that leads up to Annie and Migs's book, and then shortly after a whiskey neat reference that had me remembering that this series must be titled the men's drink preferences. However, whiskey neat is only mentioned once up until the very end, and it's in the very beginning. When it's mentioned again, Lenore thinks, "Neat as always" -- leading this reader to believe that this was something that was supposed to happen more than once in the story.

So. I'm giving the book a four because I enjoyed the characters and felt there was a ton of promise in the story. There were many holes that if I hadn't been as connected as I was that would give this book a three-star, but with the promise and the pros, I'm giving this book a slightly higher rating. If those cons weren't there, this would have easily been a 5-star for me. I do hope, then, that the cons will be ironed out by the next book.

... { and next } :

Title: Jack & Coke
Series: Uncertain Saint's MC #2
Author: Lani Lynn Vale
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: May 6, 2016
Mig’s wife is a bitch.
How else do you describe a woman that lies, cheats and steals to get what she wants? 
That’s exactly what happens when she traps him into a marriage he wants nothing to do with, saddling him with a kid that he knows doesn’t deserve to be in a world like his.
He’s doing a pretty bang-up job at ignoring everything but his responsibilities as a DEA officer and a member of The Uncertain Saints MC.
Then his neighbor knocks on his door, and everything he thought he knew is blown out the window.
Annie teaches Mig that not every woman is out to get him.
Her love for Mig stretches past what’s appropriate for two friends, and Annie soon straddles that invisible boundary between appropriate and inappropriate.
Annie’s not a cheater, though.
When she tries to say goodbye, Mig won’t let her leave, and soon the tiny town of Uncertain blows up with the news of Annie and Mig’s innocent friendship.
Matters of the heart are foreign to Mig, and it takes Annie being gutted for him to see the wrong he’s done.
He waits too long, though, and Annie’s heart is broken.
She wants it all, or she wants nothing. She can’t take anymore half-hearted attempts at being just friends.
The heart wants what it wants, and it doesn’t take long for Mig to realize that.
But just when Mig finally has it all in the palm of his hand, his life is ripped to shreds by a new player in the game, and it takes all of Annie’s love and devotion, as well as help from the men of The Uncertain Saint’s MC, to put Mig back together again.


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