WALK THROUGH FIRE by Kristen Ashley (October 27, 2015; Forever Mass Market; 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 . . .
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Now, in Walk Through Fire we have Logan "High" Judd's story, in previous books he had been married to Deb and we start off this book where they are recently divorced and working on keeping their family together but separately. See Logan and Deb had Cleo and while they didn't love each other they loved her to the ends of the earth and wanted to give her a family. While married Logan wanted Cleo to have a sibling and convinced Deb to have another and then came Zadie. All the while Logan existed through life for his girls but him and Deb they really just existed and realized they weren't going to work and decided to amicably split and raise their girls together but not.
See Logan had that one that got away, she was the one and he wasn't going to find her again. She forced him to leave after 3 blissful years where he thought they had their forever and he never knew why. She said he wasn't going anywhere with the Club and she wanted more in life, that angered him because she was always ok and she knew what he was he never hid that and all of the sudden it wasn't good enough. He was angry, very very angry and he suffered long and hard.
Millie Cross loved Logan more then she loved herself, would you Walk Through Fire to ensure your other half had everything he dreamed of, everything you dreamed of but no longer could give. Would you let him go and give the ultimate sacrifice of living your life without the person who not only completed you but gave you the air your breathed. Would you make it so he never came back and hated you so that he could move on for what you believed was the greater good of him. Could you love someone so much that you would literally throw all of your dreams and aspirations down the drain so he could have what you couldn't give anymore. That is what Millie did and she did it for Logan, he just never knew.
I will not tell you the story, you have to learn for yourself but let me tell you that this book, while I wanted to punch someone at times and shake someone at others, is just plain amazing. In reading many books I have learned that I need the angst, I need the grit, I need the sweet and I need the righting the wrongs. I used to think I can't take too much angst I just can't handle it but in the end after reading for years and all it could take me 3-4 days to read a hearts and flowers book, I had a hard time putting Walk Through Fire down, it is 615 pages of perfection, I couldn't wait to find out what was going to happen next. It was the perfect mesh of angst and hearts and flowers.
I also have to say I loved Deb, I loved the way she was and her character, I loved who she was too High and what she became to Millie. I think you can learn a lot from not being evil and vindictive and she was the picture of class. I loved that she shared her girls and she was a mom, mom first friend second and that is the way it should be. She didn't hold her girls over High because she knew he would move heaven and earth for them, she trusted within him and she didn't judge even if his life wasn't for her. I love that the ex didn't have to be the enemy and I love that KA went that route.
We also continue with Elvira who I think is my favorite side character in any book I have ever read, I wish she had her own story but honestly you learn about her throughout each book so I don't know how that would be done but I love her and have to give a shot out.
In the end while there were times I was boiling mad and others I could have cried there is no way I can't give this book a 5 stars, it pulled many emotions and I love the Chaos Clan and will miss them when the series is done.
This review was prepared by Heather McLaughlin. An ARC was provided in exchange for an honest review.
EXCERPT:
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.
No.
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.
“Yes,
Logan.”
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.
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