Take the ride of your life with the Torpedo Ink motorcycle club in this thrilling romance novel from #1 New York Times bestselling author Christine Feehan.
Torpedo Ink is Aleksei “Absinthe” Solokov’s whole life. They’re his brothers, his family—his everything. But that doesn't stop him from wanting something that only belongs to him. That’s why the tough biker has spent the last six weeks at the library, reading every book he can get his hands on and watching the prim and proper librarian who makes his blood rush. For the past six weeks, Scarlet Foley has been fantasizing about the handsome, tattooed man whose eyes follow her every move. She senses he's dangerous. She wants him to get close enough to touch. She wishes she could let him know the real woman, not the one she pretends to be. But Scarlet has a plan to carry out, and she can’t afford any distractions. Absinthe is well aware that Scarlet is hiding something. She’s a puzzle he intends to solve, piece by intoxicating piece….
Absinthe has always preferred books to people. Libraries granted him rare moments of solace when memories of his childhood came rushing back. Recently, he’s discovered something far more precious there.
The beautiful woman behind the desk calls to him like no other ever has. She’s talented in the same special ways as his family and the raw chemistry between them is indisputable. It’s a combination that they are going to explore regardless of the danger. It was the librarian. The little redhead. She moved like poetry. Flowing like words across the pages of a book. One moment she could be a lady in a historical, taking the hand of a gentleman and gracefully emerging from a carriage; the next, a modern-day woman striding down the busy street in a business suit with her briefcase. Or a sexy librarian dressed in a pencil-straight skirt that hugged her curves and gave him all kinds of very dirty and graphic thoughts, like bending her over that desk of hers when the rest of the world went away.
Scarlett Foley has been on the run for so long. She’s been so careful to never reveal her truth to anyone. But there’s something about the intensely gorgeous man that walks through her doors almost every day.
His voice alone can make her body burn and she longs to let down her defenses and drown in his kisses – if only for a moment. But her past is catching up with her far too quickly. Apart, they are broken beyond repair. Together, they are a force of fury and of love. And they are going live life on their own terms – the way that only Torpedo Ink can. “Babe, I’ve got to confess, I’m as fucked up as they come. Never dated. Never been in a relationship. Had a lot of women for a few hours only, but none I wanted to keep. Thinking there’s a hell of a difference with you. I don’t know why, only that there is, and I want to pursue it. You make me want to smile when I haven’t had a reason to in years. You talk and I don’t want to blow my head off because you’re really intelligent and you know what you’re talking about. Just listening to the sound of your voice is something special.”
In Desolation Road, Christine Feehan delivers the most visceral installment of her Torpedo Ink saga yet! She delves even deeper into the tragic past of the MC to help readers understand Absinthe on a more intimate level. It’s bleak and yet somehow profoundly hopeful.
Everyone is a warrior in this story – including Scarlet. She’s suffered through her own private hell and has come through to the other side stronger than before. In Absinthe, she finds her true partner - a man who can bask in her toughness and cherish her vulnerability. When all of this raw emotion is combined with Christine’s legendary heat, the result is a turbulent and satisfying ride. The kind that you’ll want to experience over and over again… An Excerpt From Desolation Road!Absinthe opened the door to the restaurant for her, scanning the room quickly for potential trouble before allowing her to do the same thing while he turned back toward the street and gave that another quick once-over. Certain no one was paying attention to either of them, he closed the door and followed his librarian’s amazing ass. She was in a black skirt with small white polka dots scattered over it. The material clung to her curves. He appreciated that particular skirt very much. Get This Book!
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