Author: H.J. Bellus
Series: Sinners Never Die, Book 1
~ SYNOPSIS ~
Griff, aka Grizz, the ideal Iron Sinner, rides hard and dedicates his all to the club.
A job needs done…he does it.
Men idolize him.
Women love him.
Never shy and always up for a good time, Grizz finds himself jumping from mattress to mattress and digging grave after grave. You want to take a bullet? Cross the club.
One night, rival MC, Devil’s Idol, do just that. Grizz and Animal are sent to straighten shit out while leaving no witnesses. What Grizz faces that night changes his life forever…
Piper Jones is in the wrong place at the wrong time.
The ruthless business woman, finds herself captive by the MC club. But she’s not one to go down without a fight.
She slowly destroys Grizz, from his bad boy persona, to his ride or die motto. He should want nothing more than to do away with her with a single bullet. Instead, he finds himself giving his all just to be with her.
Will Grizz be able to walk away from the one thing he swore he never wanted?
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~ REVIEW ~
Iron Sinners is not your typical MC book and some may not get it, but I sure did. Piper was in the wrong place at the wrong time, unless you believe it was time for her to make a change and meeting Grizz was the best thing that happened to her.
Grizz, pissed me off several times in this book because he just could not keep his d*ck out of everything around even with Piper right there. She insane in my opinion for just letting him get away with it, but it is also important for the story.
Grizz finally figures out how much he cares for her and does what he can to help her and help his MC club that has always had his back. There is suspense in this book that will have you turning the pages to find out what happens next and trying to see if these 2 ever get a HEA. I hope there is more to this series about some of the other MC members and to see what is going on with Grizz and Piper.
~ EXCERPT ~
“Who the fuck do you think you are,” I yell as the large man throws me onto the bed.
“Your worst fucking nightmare, sweetie pie.”
“Just let me go, please.”
“Not happening,” he says as he sits on the bed and begins to untie his boots.
“I didn’t see anything. I don’t know names or places. Let me go. I have a very important meeting in the morning,” I beg.
“Not happening,” he replies again.
“Let. Me. Fucking. Go,” I roar, as I sling the Bible from the nightstand and nail him in the back of the head.
“Listen here, bitch, you’re now property of the Iron Sinners motorcycle club. You ain’t fucking going nowhere without one of us. Got it? You witnessed a fucking crime that could put a fellow brother away for life. You’ve been spotted with us by a rival club. You are now marked as a motherfucking Sinner. You leave our side and the Idols will put a really shiny bullet straight through your skull. You’re a walking, talking dead bitch just waiting to get popped. So shut the fuck up.”
Did I just really hear him he say property of the sinners? Bullet in my head?
“So, you’re telling me I have a ticking death threat that could expire at any given moment?”
The man stands, faces me, baring all of his ink and replies, “And I forgot to add shut the fuck up.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
He comes closer in an intimidating stance and bends down so we are face to face. “Does any of this read as if I were kidding you, bitch?”
His minty breath reverberates off my skin and envelops all of my senses. He was the bad guy and I, the victim, but god damn he’s gorgeous.
“Let me fucking go. I don’t care about any of that shit.”
I lunge forward off the bed, catapulting myself into his chest and begin my fight to escape. My surprise assault knocks him off balance and he falls back on the bed. I run for the door. Fuck! My bag. I take three steps back, grab my bag, and run.
Halfway out of the parking lot, I'm brought down by my hair.
“You dumb cunt. What part of my speech didn’t you get?” the man growls in my face.
He rips me up by the hair and drags me back to the room.
“I’m done playing nice. You want to run and piss me the fuck off, then you’re going to be treated like a fucking piece of trash.”
~ TEASERS ~
~ ABOUT THE AUTHOR ~
I am just a simple country girl getting one story out of my head at a time. I was raised in small town, USA and still reside there with my husband and children. I am a huge country music fan and am inspired by it everyday. I live and love country life, and you will find those elements in my books. I also adore strong and brave lead female characters, and strive to be a courageous and independent woman in everyday life. In my opinion, life is no fun without a good sense of humor, sprinkles, cheese whiz, and candy. It is the simple things that warm my heart.
Live life your way, HJ Bellus
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