Tabitha Allen grew up in the thick of Chaos—the Chaos Motorcycle Club, that is. Her father is Chaos’ leader, and the club has always had her back. But one rider was different from the start. When Tabby was running wild, Shy Cage was there. When tragedy tore her life apart, he helped her piece it back together. And now, Tabby’s thinking about much more than friendship…
Tabby is everything Shy’s ever wanted, but everything he thinks he can’t have. She’s beautiful, smart, and as his friend’s daughter, untouchable. Shy never expected more than friendship, so when Tabby indicates she wants more—much more—he feels like the luckiest man alive. But even lucky men can crash and burn…
This book…this cluster fuck of a book…
This male lead…this bastard of a male lead…
I’m so angry that I don’t even know how to review this. The male lead, Shy, is basically the biggest walking contradiction I’ve come across in a long, long time. In one scene he says this to the women in his bed, whom he just fucked:
“Both of you need to get dressed and get gone. You got fifteen minutes to get out. You’re not gone by the time I get back, I will not be happy.”
He says this because he’s leaving to get Tabby, the TSTL female lead. Thinking of Tabby, whom he wuvs, while watching the “bitches” get out of his bed turns him introspective:
“He’d never, not once, walked up to a woman who looked lost without him and became found the second she saw him. Who leaned into him the minute he touched her…”
What. The. Fuck. Now you want romance? After you just talked to two women that way? Are you fucking kidding me???
You must be high. You don’t deserve romance. You deserve a scissor kick to the nads. Any woman worth her salt would take one look at you and run in the opposite direction you thunder cunt.
Not only is he contradictory, he basically has the same frame of mind as psychopaths and serial rapists. You see, he treats women the way they want to be treated. If a woman sleeps with him than she must be a disposable slut, less than human, an empty vessel in need of his seed. Does that mean, because I choose to wear a short skirt or a low cut shirt I should be raped?
Fuck you, Shy.
He’s so offensive I had to start a Bitch Count. Number of times the word bitch is used in one form or another: 68.
Most of those were used by Shy in a derogatory manner towards women. I’ll give you a few of my favorites:
“A place to drink beer and find a bitch so (I) could get laid.”
“On this path she’d end up like those bitches in (my) bed.”
“(I) hadn’t seen the bitch in months, (I) hadn’t spoken to her in over a year, what was with the fucking attitude?”
“Hard for two bitches to get their mouths wrapped around my cock, but if you’ve got a way, sugar, I’m up for the experience.”
When Shy finds out the girl he wuvs is leaving town:
“That fucking bitch.”
“You and me may not have been tight since the day we first saw each other, but am I the kind of guy who hangs around listenin’ to bitches moan about work while ruining a dinner I gotta eat?”
“I fuck and do it hard. I take what I want and if the bitch gets off, golden.”
This is not an alpha male, ladies. This is a misogynist.
I have a lot of other problems with this book but I refuse, flat out REFUSE to spend any more time thinking about, let alone writing about this garbage.