Rogue:Sons of Sangue #4-Patricia Rasey LAUNCH PARTY!!! and review.

 

“Where you off to, Rogue? Use some company?”

Bobby happened to be the one Devil Anton could say he actually liked. He placed the cap on his head and buckled it beneath his chin. “Not today, Preacher. I’m going north for a few days. You tell Tank I’ll be back in about a week. If he needs me, he can call. I’ll be a day’s ride out.”

He scratched his whiskered chin. “I doubt he’ll be too happy to hear you left these boys on their own.”

“They aren’t fucking kindergartners. You tell them boys if they give me cause, I’ll give them a beat down when I return.”

“What do you want me to tell Tank?”

“I don’t give a fuck. For all I care, you can tell him I have a piece of ass I need to attend to.” Which brought one woman to the forefront of his mind.

Kimber James.

All legs and tits large enough to make a grown man’s mouth water.

He always had been a breast man, and Kimber certainly had more than her fare share. Pillows from heaven. Too bad she’d no doubt rather take on a pit of vipers than bed his sorry ass again.

He shook his head at the injustice.

Being Mr. Nice Guy had gotten him on the fast track to nowhere.

His former best friend hated him and had mated with the one woman Anton thought he could be happy spending the rest of his days with. Tamera Cantrell, though, wasn’t meant for Anton as much as he might’ve envisioned at one time. She belonged with Grayson “Gypsy” Gabor, no matter how much Anton had hoped otherwise.

Which brought him back to Kimber James.

The last time Anton had seen her, he had all but run her cute little derriere out of his house, while she cursed the ground beneath his feet. The motorcycle cut he wore over his white tank weighed heavy, damning him for the very thing she detested.

Her parting words mocked him. “Too bad. I really thought you might be one of the good guys.”

Yeah, well so did he. Anton turned the key to his motorcycle and gassed the engine. With a final nod to Bobby, he turned the big bike around in the parking lot and aimed it north. With any luck, he’d leave California behind in a few short hours and be back on familiar turf.

First stop? The Blood ‘n’ Rave. He could certainly use one of the blood donors the barkeep, Draven, had hand selected for the secret society that fed the Sons of Sangue. He’d have to use the back door to keep any of his fellow MC brothers from seeing him. Even though his entire life at the moment was a ruse, the rest of his brothers actually believed him to be a traitor.

Tightening his hands on the rubber grips of his sixteen inch ape hangers, he pulled back on the gas and buried the needle of his speedometer. The taller handlebars aided in a more comfortable ride for someone of his height. Comfort was certainly key with the long ride he had ahead of him. Anton planned to lay his head on his pillow at his farmhouse on the coast before the sun rose over the Pacific.

Second:

“You shouldn’t come here, Kimber. Ever. Do I make myself clear?”

With a roll of her eyes, she snorted. “This isn’t exactly my scene, Anton. Murphy’s Tavern is more my speed.”

“Good, then I’ll escort you over to that bar.”

Anton reached for her, but she took a step back. Lord, she didn’t need the extra stimulation his touch caused. Just being in the same room with him had her naughty parts humming with unrequited desire. Even angry he was all sorts of sexy. Kimber shifted her stance, trying to alleviate the ache centered in the V of her thighs.

“I’m with a friend.”

“Wolf or Xander?” he all but growled.

“Who?” Her voice rose, having had about enough of his surly attitude. He should be thanking her from stopping the beating he was about to receive from those two buffoons.

“The two idiots at the bar you were cozying up to.”

“Lord, you’re either blind or stupid.” She ran a hand through her hair in frustration. What the hell did she see in him? Plenty, her overactive brain reminded her. “I’m here with a coworker. She was on the dance floor and I was about to order a drink.”

“You in the habit of letting strange men paw you?”

Oh, he so overstepped his boundaries. Her ire shot to the metal roof. “Not since you. I guess I should thank you for curing me.”

Kimber thought she heard a slight chuckle, but the look on his face didn’t give way to any traces of humor. “Just in case you might be wondering, I’m a much better fuck than Wolf.”

“The guy with the roaming hands? And you would know this because…” She let it hang in hopes he’d elaborate. This ought to be good. She’d be damned before she’d feed his ego, even if he no doubt was better in bed.

“You see any women hanging around Wolf before you arrived at the bar?”

“No, but that doesn’t mean anything. The night is early. He has plenty of time to pick up a date.”

“Looked to me like he was heading in that direction before I opened the door.”

“What about the woman you had in here with you?” Her forefinger indicated the orange sofa in the corner. “I suppose you were offering her your services on that ugly couch.”

“As I recall, you didn’t complain about my servicing you.”

Her face heated, no sense in pretending he was wrong. The regret was that he’d turned into a Grade A ass afterward and she hadn’t gotten a second sampling. “I had no complaints.”

A slight grin edged up his lips. “I don’t suppose.”

PATRICIA A. RASEY’S BIO:

A daydreamer at heart, suspense author, Patricia A. Rasey, resides in her native town in Northwest Ohio with her husband, Mark and her lovable Cavalier King Charles Spaniel Todd. She has two adult sons she is extremely proud of and are actively making their own paths in life. At the age of twenty-nine, her boys both tucked away in school all day, she decided to put her creative writing studies to use. A graduate of Long Ridge Writer's School, Patricia has seen publication of some her short stories in magazines as well as several of her novels.

Ms. Rasey is a three-time recipient of the Word Weaving Award for Literary Excellence and a three-time winner of the prestigious RIO Award Of Excellence. She is also a three-time EPPIE finalist and was a 2001 nominee for Romantic Times Magazine's Best Electronic Book. Additionally, Twilight Obsessions and Twilight Visions, two anthologies she was a part of, was nominated for the PEARL, the Paranormal Excellence Award in Romantic Literature, in the Best Anthology category. Her short story, In The Mind of Darkness won the P&E 2002 Horror short story category.

When not behind her computer, you can find Patricia working, reading, watching movies or MMA. She is currently a third degree Black Belt in American Freestyle Karate.

Ms. Rasey's work includes the novels...

-- Deadly Obsession (currently not available).
-- Kiss of Deceit.
-- Facade.
-- The Hour Before Dawn, sequel to the best-selling Deadly Obsession (currently not available).
-- Eyes Of Betrayal, sequel to the best-selling Kiss Of Deceit.
-- Love You to Pieces (not yet published).
-- Lawfully Yours, her first historical romance.
-- Eternally Yours, sequel to Lawfully yours.
-- Dark Savior.


...As well as the novellas and award winning short story...

-- Fear the Dark
-- Sanitarium
-- In the Mind of Darkness

You can write to Patricia at:
Patricia A. Rasey
P.O. Box 385 

Napoleon, OH. 43545

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  My take:


I loved this book. As with each book in this series, I find myself drawn in from the second it start reading. Rogue aka Blondy is a great character. If you like vampire books this is the book and this series are the ones that you should not be missing.