Saturday, October 31, 2015

Blog Tour: Walk Through Fire (Chaos #4) by Kristen Ashley

Walk Trough Fire
Chaos, #4
by Kristen Ashley

Release Date:
October 27th, 2015



eARC received in exchange of honest review


Millie Cross knows what it's like to burn for someone. She was young and wild and he was fierce and even wilder-a Chaos biker who made her heart pound. They fell in love at first sight and life was good, until she learned she couldn't be the woman he needed and made it so he had no choice but to walk away. Twenty years later, Millie's chance run-in with her old flame sparks a desire she just can't ignore. And this time, she won't let him ride off . . . 

Bad boy Logan "High" Judd has seen his share of troubles with the law. Yet it was a beautiful woman who broke him. After ending a loveless marriage, High is shocked when his true love walks back into his life. Millie is still gorgeous, but she's just a ghost of her former self. High's intrigued at the change, but her betrayal cut him deep-and he doesn't want to get burned again. As High sinks into meting out vengeance for Millie's betrayal, he'll break all over again when he realizes just how Millie walked through fire for her man . . .

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I beeped the locks and had a hand to the handle when I heard, “Lookin’ for me?” 

When that deep, coarse voice came at me through the dark, my body became paralyzed, my eyes glued to my hand on the handle. 

Then it kept coming at me. 

“Bitch, followed you the last forty-​five minutes. Reb got in touch. Told me you hit Scruff’s.” On the next, the voice was nearer. “You’re lookin’ for me. So tell me what the fuck you want so you can quit lookin’ and I can quit lookin’ at you.” 

Slowly, I turned, my head going back automatically because I felt him close and I knew what close to Logan meant. 

I was five-seven. 

He was six-​one. 

He towered over me, or at least that’s what it always felt like because he wasn’t only tall, he was also a big guy with a big presence. 

And right then, it felt like that, especially since his big presence was an angry one. 

His face was in shadows, I could barely see it. 

But I could feel him. 

And I could smell him. 

God, I could smell him. 

He didn’t wear cologne or aftershave. His scent was all his. And I remembered lying in our bed holding his pillow to me, my face shoved into the sheets, taking him in after I’d made him walk away. 

His scent hadn’t changed. Not even a nuance. 

Smelling it without warning felt like walking unsuspecting into the street and having a truck slam into you. And that feeling was so strong it was a wonder my body didn’t go careening through the trucks and bikes, slamming into them, shattering every bone. 

He moved forward so he was in my space, the smell strengthened and my body tightened to guard against it. 

“Woman, after all this time, whatever shit you gotta hand me, fuckin’ do it,” he ordered irately. “You got two seconds to spit it the fuck out. You don’t, you won’t get another chance, and you know I’ll make it that way. So this is your only shot. Take it or get in your fuckin’ car and get your ass outta my world.” 

I stared into the shadows of his face, wishing with everything that I could see it. 

Apparently, I did this for two seconds because Logan bit out, “Right. See nothin’s changed. Weak. Now get your ass . . .” he dipped his face to mine, “gone.” 

And when he did, I got up on my toes and kissed him. 

It was totally crazy. 

But I also totally couldn’t help it. 

He smelled so fucking good. 

And he was Logan. 

Close. Right there. His face in mine. 

He jerked away, muttering a disgusted, “What the fuck?” 

But the words or their tone didn’t penetrate. 

I smelled him and I’d had a taste. I was gone. 

I lifted both hands to either side of his head, yanked him down to me, and went back in, going for it, giving it my all. Even when his fingers clenched painfully into my hips pushing them back to set me away, I held on tighter and shoved my tongue between his lips. 

It touched his, just that, just a touch, and then I cried out into his mouth when I found my back slammed into my SUV. 

But it wasn’t his way to get me to let him go. 


His head slanted and he forced my tongue out of his mouth when his invaded mine. 

And that was when I was gone. 

I was already gone but right then there was nothing to me. 

Nothing at all. 

Except my hands on Logan’s head, his body pressing mine into my car, his smell all around us, his tongue plundering my mouth, all this exploding fire everywhere. 

He drove a hand into my hair, twisting it, the pain bristling over my scalp and I cried out into his mouth again even as I arched deeper, pressed closer, willing, like it had always been, to give it all because he was Logan, he got it all. 

But also because I knew I’d get it back a hundredfold. 

He swayed us forward so his other arm could lock across my back and he kept at my mouth as I rolled way up on my toes, pushing deep, wrapping my arms around his neck, consumed by the kiss and not giving that first fuck. 

I was ready to ride it out. 

No, I needed to ride it out. 

No matter where it went. 

He broke away and that was when my hand went into his hair, fisting tight in protest. 

“That what you want?” he growled, his voice lower, the abrasion physical, and I shivered with delight. 

I wasn’t entirely certain of the question but I answered a breathy, “Yes.” 

“That’s what you want,” he repeated, a statement this time, seeking confirmation. 

“Yes, Logan.” 

He let me go but took my hand, his skin rough against my fingers. The feel of it back after all these years washed through me and I fancied I remembered every time, in quick succession, from the first night we met to the night before I broke it off when he’d taken my hand and guided me somewhere. 

Lost in it like I’d always been lost in it, I followed blindly. 

Attached to Logan, I’d go anywhere. 

Even if we were walking through fire.

My Thoughts:

Ms. Ashley always gives me just what I need; an amazing story that I can escape and get lost in.  I love motorcycle romance.  However, there are only two authors I've read that deliver the best in this sub-genre time and time again; Joanna Wylde and Kristen Ashley.  Ms. Ashley's books are some of the longest books I've read.  Yet, they fly by because they are stories that completely hook me and make me fall in love!

In Walk Through Fire, we get Logan "High" Judd and Millie Cross's love story.  The story alternate's between the present time, and twenty years ago when Logan and Millie first met and fell in love.  These two were soulmates from the very beginning.  They had passion, and an unbelievably unique emotional connection.  Yet, Millie broke things off.  Logan was devestated, and this loss hardened him.  Eventually, he entered a loveless marriage, because he got a woman pregnant, and they went on to have another child.  Now, Logan is divorced, amicable with his ex-wife, and his daughter's Cleo and Zadie are the lights of his life.  He is loyal to the Chaos MC Club, and is a very unhappy man.

To outsiders looking in, Millie appears to have everything.  She has her own successful business as an event planner, a beautiful house, and the nicest of material items.  Millie has loyal and close friends, as well as an older sister who she loves dearly, and a niece and nephew that she adores.  Unfortunately, Millie is very lonely.  When she goes to Chipotle, she see's Logan, and still has strong feelings for him.  She leaves making sure he doesn't see her.  After she regroups Millie has a plan to give Logan closure, and tell him the truth about why she left him.

Unfortunately, nothing goes according to Millie's plan.  Logan treat's her horribly, and they end up having heated revenge sex.  After the truth of why Millie left comes out, Logan decides that he needs a second chance with the only woman he's ever loved.  Yet, there are many obstacles in the way.  A crazy lunatic is out to hurt the Chaos MC, and Logan's youngest daughter, Zadie, does not want Millie in her father's life.

Walk Through Fire was an excellent second chance at love story.  It touched me deeply.  I cried, laughed, smiled, and swooned.  What Millie and Logan shared was what romance lovers dream about.  This is a story that I will never forget.  Ms. Ashley's characters were very real to me.  Their unique personalities made me feel like I knew them on a personal level.  I am highly anticipating the next story in this series.  Ms. Ashley has a way of making each of these stories fresh, unique, and addictive.  I love the plot twists and surprises that I get to encounter whenever reading one of her stories.  If you haven't read a Kristen Ashley book before, you are missing out.
My Rating:

I give, Walk Through Fire, by Kristen Ashley, 5 Breathtaking, Deeply Romantic, Sexy, and Heartfelt stars!  If you enjoy MC Club stories, then you must read the Chaos series!

About the Author:

Kristen Ashley was born in Gary, Indiana, USA. She nearly killed her mother and herself making it into the world, seeing as she had the umbilical cord wrapped around her neck (already attempting to accessorise and she hadn't taken her first breath!). 

Kristen grew up in Brownsburg, Indiana but has lived in Denver, Colorado and the West Country of England. Thus she has been blessed to have friends and family around the globe. Her posse is loopy (to say the least) but loopy is good when you want to write. 

Kristen was raised in a house with a large and multi-generational family. They lived on a very small farm in a small town in the heartland and existed amongst the strains of Glenn Miller, The Everly Brothers, REO Speedwagon and Whitesnake (and the wardrobes that matched). 

Needless to say, growing up in a house full of music, clothes and love was a good way to grow up. 

And as she keeps growing up, it keeps getting better.

1 comment:

  1. This one was so hard to read at first when they were both hurting, but I think I enjoyed the afterwards better b/c of all that hard-fought stuff. Nice review!


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