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Knights in Black Leather #2
Releasing February 23rd, 2016
First let me tell you this will be a really short review, only because im drowning at work and only have 10 minutes. I thought this book was okay though I enjoyed the first book more. It can be read as a standalone but I suggest you read the first book first as this book is parallel to the first one.
I thought this book would be darker and rawer which should fit most of the Motorcycle stories I’ve read lately but Ronnie Douglas took the MC story into a different direction. This novel had little action and not a lot of romance. When I got to the great romance that I enjoy to read I found out that im ¾ done with the book. Anyway this story did make me smile and it was clever. Ellen had a great desire and fascination for Alamo, but Noah kept using the club code to call dibs on Ellen. One thing I like to mention is that there was very little foul language and I’ve gotten quite use to a lot of foul language when it comes to an MC. In my eyes this book fall easily in the NA category.
I did not feel like Ellen and Alamo’s relationship was real. I found it hard to get the nice couple feel from them. Anyway it was an okay read for me I did enjoy it, that’s why it is getting 3 hearts but somehow I wanted something more from this. I don’t know what but I just needed something different. I did find it hard to write out this review as it was hard to rate but I would not go lower than this.
I can say one thing: I suggest you should read the first book first, to understand it better in my option even though this book can be read as a standalone. All in all this was a good addition to the series and an enjoyable enough read to past the time. I am looking forward to see what’s next.
Alamo stood in the middle of a sea of boxes that filled his new house. He was no stranger to moving. Growing up, he’d been rousted from his bed more times than he could count to move to a new place in the middle of the night. His mother would let the back rent build up as far as she could, and then they’d skip out. Mix in a few turns in foster care over the years when she was arrested, and he’d become something of a pro at traveling light and moving quickly. This time, though, he was moving everything he’d accumulated over several years of stability. He had absolutely no desire to put it to rights in a new place.
Truth be told, this new house was the nicest place he’d ever lived. It wasn’t home, though. Home was a modest-sized apartment in Durham, North Carolina. Home was having his sister Zoe in the house, badly imitating his Spanish cusswords and singing like a cat in a surly mood—and he missed it.
He’d lost that right when he’d lost his temper. He knew it, but that didn’t make it any less frustrating. He’d done the right thing, and there wasn’t a minute of it that he regretted. The man deserved every punch, but that was neither here nor there. Truth didn’t change facts, and the facts were that Alamo was a big man, and his long-gone father wasn’t as white as his mama had been. Race shouldn’t matter, but sometimes having darker skin still did, especially in a city where drug traffic was as common as it was in Durham. The police tended to blame it on one segment of the population, those with darker skin. He was a large man with darker skin. To add to that, once the police saw the motorcycle club patches on his jacket, Alamo was far too likely to end up in jail if he stayed in North Carolina.
This time they had a reason of sorts. He had put that pendejo in the hospital. And an uptown white boy in his expensive clothes could afford the sort of lawyers who twisted truth until it looked nothing like reality. Alamo knew it, had known it before he’d taken the first swing. Sometimes, though, a man had to stand up for a woman regardless of the cost. Zoe’s friend had no one else to stand up for her, so Alamo did what needed doing. It was that simple.
“You can’t just do that!” Zoe snapped at him when he’d walked into the little apartment they shared. “I might not be a kid, but I still don’t need my brother in the lockup.”
“He hurt Ana.”
“You are not the law, Alejandro. You wear that jacket”—she pointed at the vest with the Southern Wolves patches prominently displayed—“and you forget that you’re not above the law.”
“Lobita,” he started.
“Don’t you ‘little wolf’ me, mister!” His sister’s hands landed on their customary position on her hips. She was a tiny little thing, but she had the attitude of a dozen girls. “If you end up in jail, I’ll . . . I’ll find someone big enough to kick your ass. Then where will you be, eh?”
Alamo bowed his head, as much to hide his smile as to let her know he was listening to her chastisement.
“You call Nicky, you hear me? You find out where you can move because you’re not staying here. That boy . . . he has friends. I don’t want this to get worse.”
“Lobita . . .”
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the first title in the Knights in Black Leather Series