Synopsis
Save verb \ˈsāv\
1 a: Keep safe or rescue (someone or something) from harm or danger.
Synonyms: rescue, come to someone's rescue, save someone's life, set free, liberate, deliver, extricate.
Saving lives is the end goal.
It's a responsibility I live with every day, the reason I wear the badge.
Built on a brotherhood that runs deeper than blood, this way of life has become my very existence...
Until Liberty.
I thought I was saving her.
I never expected her to be the one saving me.
I never expected her to be the one saving me.
What
I Loved
Wow, this book was
so much fun! Almost immediately I became intrigued with Hetch, I wanted to know
who this dude was and what made him tick.
From the first chapter you get some insight to who Hetch is, and that he
has some pretty serious ghosts in his past but you know there is more to his
story and as the book goes you are not disappointed! River Savage did such a
wonderful job at creating a powerful, sexy and complex character that sucks you
into the story and makes you never want to put this book down.
You meet Liberty at a pretty embarrassing
moment that had me laughing out loud but falling in love with her instantaneously. As a single lady myself I’m wondering about
the power of Liberty’s vibrator and the construction of her and Hetch’s walls! My love for Liberty just grew from there because
she doesn’t take crap from no one, stands up to Hetch when other ladies would
simply smile and bend over and throws attitude when needed. I loved how strong willed Liberty is, and how
dedicated she is to her job and her beliefs.
My heart totally went out to her at times and although Hetch might have
grabbed my attention in the beginning it was Liberty that kept me emotionally
attached to this story till the very end.
Not
So Much
Also some of the colloquialisms don’t really match with American
culture. I’ve seen in it in River’s books
before, for example when she refers to women as “falling pregnant”. I get that’s how it’s referred to in other
countries, but in America women get pregnant, we don’t fall into it. We don’t put money into the “kitty” we put
money into the piggy bank or register.
If this book was taking place in England or Australia this would all
make sense, but this story is supposed to take place in Arizona so the
colloquialisms should fit the culture.
To
Sum It All Up!
I really enjoyed reading this book,
there was a lot going on between Hetch and Liberty’s jobs and their sizzling
relationship, I couldn’t put the story down! Hetch is one sexy cop and every
time he came around Liberty you can feel the chemistry pour off the pages
between those two. The sex scenes were
nothing short of steamy and I thoroughly enjoyed every single one of them!
No good story would be complete
without some suspense and there was a ton of that as well. Hetch’s job kept me on the edge of my seat
and it was pretty cool to not just get drips and drabs of his job but
experience actual procedures. It really
put me in the driver’s seat when it came to the action and made me love the
story even more. The same can be said
for Liberty’s job as well, even if her job isn’t as scary, her dedication put
her into some nail biting situations that had my heart pounding out of my
chest.
There is a HEA at the end, although it’s
a long rough road to get there so hold on tight! This was a great way to begin a series
because not only do you get introduced to Hetch and Liberty, you get to know
many other characters as well which I’m sure will have their own stories as the
series moves along. If you’re a fan of
River Savage’s Knights Rebels MC series then you will certainly love this one
as well, they are both totally awesome but different enough you won’t feel one
is just a repeat of the other. I cannot
wait to see what is in store for the Men of S.W.A.T. next!!
Excerpt
They say moments of clarity hit you hard. Like
suddenly a deep understanding smacks you in the face. Your vision becomes
unclouded, and a truth that’s been out of your reach rushes at you. It’s in
that second your perception of reality becomes so clear you can’t begin to
describe it.
Some call it beautiful, some say it can be
saddening, some even compare it to the moment your drug of choice washes over
you, offering a moment of escape.
I wish I could I say my moment of clarity is an
epiphany or some kind of life-defining moment that showed me where my messed-up
life is going.
No, my moment hits me as the first wave of the
orgasm I’ve been chasing the last few minutes washes over me.
“Fuck, woman, wait for me this time.” His voice
pulls me from my haze first, reminding me how messed up I am.
Heat covers my body, not from the life-altering
orgasm, but from embarrassment.
Without thinking rationally, I throw my vibrator
to the floor and freeze, afraid to move, as a low moan pauses on my lips. The
thump of my beating heart, almost syncing in perfect rhythm to the throb
drumming between my legs.
Jesus, please tell me he didn’t hear me.
“Don’t go shy on me now, babe.” He half
chuckles, half growls, and even though there is a wall between us, the words
wash over me; Goose bumps prickle my skin as if his warm breath whispered over
me.
Shit.
Shit.
Shit.
Slowly, as if by some freak of nature, apartment
nine can see me through the wall, I roll off the bed and find myself on all
fours.
Really, Liberty?
Fully committed to my actions, I slowly army
crawl my way to the nearest exit.
A strong tap on the wall halts my escape
followed by, “You still there?” Another wave of humiliation crashes over me
when I take stock of my predicament.
If I don’t get out of here fast, I’ll be
drowning in so much embarrassment, nothing will resuscitate me.
Unable to form a coherent thought, and not
willing to engage with the pervert, I continue to low crawl my way out of my
bedroom and into my bathroom. Closing the door, I stand, and quickly walk to
the shower. After turning the faucet on, I strip the rest of my clothes off,
then step under the spray of the water.
Jesus, that was close.
I have no idea what I was thinking. In fact, I
know I wasn’t. Which scares me even more.
I, Liberty Jenson, would never take risks like
this. If asked what prompted this change in me, I’d answer with two things.
Apartment nine.
And a self-appointed sex sabbatical.
It all started when I moved into my new
apartment. At first, I was excited, ready for a fresh start. After a messy
break-up, which included dealing with a douche ex who didn’t know how to keep
his dick in his pants, I needed a new place. Somewhere closer to town this
time, secure, and most importantly, affordable. However, finding a place close
to the city, which was secure enough to make me feel safe and would still leave
me enough money left over from my program director’s wage, proved to be a feat.
After searching for five weeks, I was about to give up, accept defeat and move in
with my mom and dad again. I mean it wasn’t the worst thing that could happen
to a single thirty-year-old woman.
Right?
Luckily for me, I didn’t have to resort to such
desperate measures when this place came up two weeks ago. After a quick walk
through, I fell in love with the two bedrooms, one bath, and open kitchen
living area. I filled out the paperwork, paid my deposit, a month’s rent in
advance, and moved in five days later.
Everything seemed perfect.
That was until I realized how paper-thin the
walls were between apartments.
It started out subtle, a sneeze in the early
evening on my first night here as I settled into bed. A soft murmur of a man’s
voice the third night.
But then came the sex.
The hot, wild, filthy sex.
The fourth night in my new apartment, I was
woken to the low moans of what I assumed to be a needy woman.
My face heats up remembering the screams, the
grunts. The deep baritone of apartment nine’s voice as he told the ‘bitch’ to
keep it quiet.
Unsure what to do, I laid silent, listening to
my new neighbor fuck some lucky woman into submission.
I’m not going to lie; I wasn’t turned on by it.
I was set alight.
I never thought I would be that kind of person,
the kind who got off from listening in on someone get off, but something in the
way he spoke to her, something in the way he spoke to all the other women
since, stirred a new want in me. Soon I found myself seeking out my room for a
chance to hear him.
It was wrong.
So wrong.
But it didn’t stop me from wanting it.
The screams.
The deep grunts of pleasure.
I wanted it all.
I wanted it to be me.
“I’m officially going to hell.” I groan under
the water, trying to wash the stupidity off me. Stupid would be the nice way of
calling me a fucking idiot. And an idiot is what I am. Especially after
tonight.
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River Savage is the Author of the Knights Rebels MC Series and is currently working on a Men of S.W.A.T. Series. She released her debut novel, Incandescent, the first book in the Knights Rebels series in August 2014.
An avid reader of romance and erotic novels, her love for books and reading fueled her passion for writing. Reading no longer sated her addiction, so she started writing in secret. She never imagined that her dream of publishing a novel would ever be achievable.
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