WALK THROUGH FIRE by Kristen Ashley
October 27, 2015
Chaos Series #4
The flame never dies . . .
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 . . .
AAAH The feels! THE FEELS!!!
In true KA fashion I was a sobbing mess. I knew with the development of the story that there was something lurking, something that was going to destroy us (emotionally) and I was right. But of course I’m always tearing up when reading KA… our hero can go on a killing spree and I would be sitting sobbing going “… but… but HE LOVED HER all this time!!!”. This pretty much covers all my responses to KA reads. There is just something in her writing style and her character development that I have not been able to find with any other author. The emotions that her writing elicit out of me is claimed solely by her and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I bow to KA Queen for delivering her KA Gold into our lives.
Millie was High’s world once upon a time. The time when you are young and full of dreams and hopes and plan for how the future will go. Unfortunately all the hoping and planning that both of them done was nothing like how things went in reality.
“You know men got dream women, just like women got dream men, you bein’ mine.”
That was a good way to start, buttering me up, because I did know that.
He was my dream man. I was his dream woman. We didn’t just wear each other’s rings. That was the truth of it. And we’d shared that with each other in a myriad of ways over the years.
“Yeah,” I answered.
“Her name is Millie Cross,” he went on. “And ’bout twenty years ago, she used to be High’s woman.”
That is the treachery of KA writing. She drops bombs like that and takes a while to uncover the truth. Don’t get me wrong that is a perfect recipe to KA gold. The characters mess up at some point let it be an hour ago, week ago, or sometimes as long as 20 years ago and it takes a while to get back to the good. Such as the case with Millie and High. They had something amazing, something that was working but there was a reason for the 20 year gap.
However, no matter the reveal of the true reason for the separation there is the journey of getting back together. The paths of true love always cross. Something that is beautifully ugly, yes yes exactly that because when 2 souls meet they call to each other but they are also hurt and lash out. So that is the case with our loves. Well I think you can tell by my waxing on that it’s no wonder that tears were pouring out of me the entire book.
I really enjoyed the flashbacks of when they were both together as it gave a nice background to the Chaos when it was still in it’s dark days, pre-Tack president day. It was good seeing all the characters we know now and seeing characters who are no longer there but shaped what CHAOS is now… as well as seeing the gem that is Tack’s kids being MC brat kids.
The plot in the ‘present’ was amazing as well. KA brought many of our favorites back from other series and with it some were nice LOL moments.
I THOROUGHLY enjoyed this Gem, KA Gold… as should you so grab your copy today and dive in!
Never give up. Never quit dreaming. Because dreams had a way of being. You just had to keep hold.
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.
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.
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.