#1 New York Times bestselling author Christine
Feehan pushes the limits in her next novel in the Torpedo Ink series.
Isaak “Ice” Koval is on a club mission when he sees a woman who stops him dead in his tracks. Soleil is a sweet, sexy, girl-next-door type. She’s an innocent who should be nowhere near the rough-and-ready world of the Torpedo Ink motorcycle club. But Ice knows Soleil belongs with him—and he’ll do whatever it takes to keep her.
After a life of drifting from one thing to the next, Soleil Brodeur is determined to take control of her life. When her breakup with her manipulative fiancé turns ugly, Soleil searches out the stranger who offered her a lifeline and ends up in a Las Vegas biker bar where she meets a gorgeous, dangerous man straight out of her most secret fantasies.
High on adrenaline, she finds herself falling faster than she thought possible. But Soleil knows little about the territory she’s stumbled into, and even less about what it really means to be Ice’s woman…
Book 3
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Isaak “Ice” Koval is on a club mission when he sees a woman who stops him dead in his tracks. Soleil is a sweet, sexy, girl-next-door type. She’s an innocent who should be nowhere near the rough-and-ready world of the Torpedo Ink motorcycle club. But Ice knows Soleil belongs with him—and he’ll do whatever it takes to keep her.
After a life of drifting from one thing to the next, Soleil Brodeur is determined to take control of her life. When her breakup with her manipulative fiancé turns ugly, Soleil searches out the stranger who offered her a lifeline and ends up in a Las Vegas biker bar where she meets a gorgeous, dangerous man straight out of her most secret fantasies.
High on adrenaline, she finds herself falling faster than she thought possible. But Soleil knows little about the territory she’s stumbled into, and even less about what it really means to be Ice’s woman…
Book 3
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Soleil ran through the lobby, uncaring of turning heads. One didn’t run in a very swank hotel. She wanted to grab security, but Winston had a way of talking that made her look hysterical or childish and him look totally controlled, the adult having to put up with tantrums. She wasn’t about to take chances, not when she knew they planned to kill her.
Who would believe her? Her own fiancé? A lawyer? A policeman? All conspiring to kill her? She would look crazy and Winston would explain she’d lost Bennet, the only one she had as family. He would get sympathy and understanding, and they would all look to him to take care of her. He’d probably sedate her. Did he have a doctor involved too? It was possible. She’d met one through him, one he considered important.
She burst out onto the street, her lungs hurting. Clearly, she needed more exercise if she was going to have to run for her life. Her thoughts were wild and a little hysterical. She couldn’t have that. It would only play into Winston’s hand. She raced to the crosswalk, and fortunately the light changed and there were few people in her way. She was able to cross quickly and get into the relative shelter of the hotel-casino on the next street.
Noise erupted all around her. The concentrated smoke from cigarettes threatened to choke her. For a moment, she paused, a little disoriented. The whiskey she’d drunk was making her feel a lot better. Clearer. She knew exactly what to do. She made her way through the casino with more dignity, not wanting to draw attention to herself.
The casino floor was set up so that the exits were difficult to get to. Every little turn put her in front of card tables, the roulette wheel, craps, or, when she managed to find her way through the maze, machines. A sea of them. They didn’t matter. The drinks had finally steadied her, and she was feeling as if she was in control and could do this.
Still, it was a good distance to the exits and it took her a few minutes to make her way to the other side of the room. The casino was enormous, so much so that she knew she’d probably covered a block at least. She had to have. But she walked with more confidence and less panic. Every now and then, just to be certain, she glanced over her shoulder, or paused at a machine to see if Winston was behind her. So far, her plan had worked. Most likely, he’d gone out onto the strip and worried she’d hailed a cab or taken one of the hotel’s private limos. She was afraid to do that. He could trace a cab and he’d talk any driver into coming back for him.
She thought about getting another drink, but she hadn’t eaten. Already she was much clearer in what she had to do. She felt very courageous. It only took a couple of times going in a small circle before she mastered the maze of machines and was able to push open the door that let her out onto the street. The lights were much dimmer, but still illuminated the sidewalk.
She looked left and right. She was right in the middle of the block. Across the street, neon blue signs flashed, and the sound of music was loud. Each of the bars seemed to be playing a different song, but she loved to dance and the one on the end at the right blared the best music. She headed in that direction and then changed her mind, a little shiver going through her. She knew Winston. He would hire men to find her. He would call the police and report her missing, saying she had a mental disorder and he was worried for her safety. This street was still too close.
She hurried down the block to the next line of bars. The streets seemed darker, and as she came around the corner, a few men standing on the sidewalk in front of a bar looked up, nudging one another. Alarms went off and she paused to get oriented. Just in front of her was another bar blaring dancing music and in front of it were motorcycles, instantly reminding her of Lana. Her heart jumped. Lana. She hurried toward that one without hesitation. If Lana was there, she would know what to do. She was that kind of woman.
Ruthie – ☆☆☆☆
This is the third in the series, but the first that I have read. I may have to go back and catch up, as this band of outlaws have a history which makes them even more intriguing than the usual membership of an MC.
We are very quickly catapulted into the dangerous world which Ice inhabits, but also by the high standards which the MC observes when dealing with the downtrodden, especially women and children – as the book progresses we also get to learn why (so if this is your first book in the series, then like me you will soon be brought up to speed). A chance sighting of Soleil gives Ice a jolt and even hope. That by the end of the day they have met – and a whole lot more – is the ultimate in serendipity and the start of an amazing adventure for them both.
Soleil has never belonged, and only ever been used. Her solo life has led her to have a healthy disregard for risk, and yet she is currently in a very dangerous situation, as an overheard conversation confirms. This sets up perfectly the scenario where a young rich woman feels safer in a room full of bikers than in her five-star hotel. And the most entertaining "it was my fault" morning after that I have ever read! I refuse to say more, as you should enjoy it as it unfolds, but rest assured this is a good read.
I am now definitely looking forward to the next installment in this series.
Mary Jo – ☆☆☆☆
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Christine Feehan's stories just keep getting better and better. Vendetta Road tells the story of two people who have had traumatic lives but who are not afraid to love. Ice's journey has seen him tortured in ways that no child (or adult) should ever experience and Soleil's lack of family is truly heartbreaking.
Soleil's life has been a series of tragedies. She lost her parents at a young age, the aunt she was sent to live with died, and her other aunt abused her because the aunt was not given free range of Soleil's trust fund. Growing up as a nomad, but no place to call home, she looked to her lawyer, Kevin, as her true north.
Meeting Winston and subsequently getting involved with him has been her biggest mistake. After Kevin dies in an accident, Winston begins his slow but steady quest to make Soleil reliant on him. When she once again refuses to marry him, Winston becomes violent and Soleil makes a run for it – straight into the arms of Ice.
Ice is part of the Torpedo Ink MC and one of the good guys, even if he doesn't believe it. He has done things that would make another person insane all in the name of protecting his siblings. Even though he was forced to do evil as a child through adulthood, he believes that he's to blame. The guilt is weighing on him and there are days when he believes the burden is too heavy to carry much longer.
When he meets Soleil, the weight of his past is lessened and he feels contentment for the first time in his life. He knows that Soleil is in trouble and there is nothing he won't do to keep her safe.
This is a gritty book filled with both angst and love. This book shows that just because you grew up in the dark doesn't mean you can't live in the light.
Also Available in the Torpedo Ink Series
Book 1
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For reviews & more info, check out our Judgment Road post.
Book 2
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For reviews & more info, check out our Vengeance Road post.
Christine Feehan is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Carpathian series, the GhostWalker series, the Leopard series, the Shadow Riders series, and the Sea Haven novels, including the Drake Sisters series and the Sisters of the Heart series.
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Reviewers on the Wicked Reads Review Team were provided a free copy of Vendetta Road (Torpedo Ink #3) by Christine Feehan to read and review.
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