Another great story in the Bayou Bishops series!
Alpha Male Romance, Action & Adventure Romance, and Erotica (Kindle Store).
This is the first where the main character is a Viking King, Rukem. Rukem has to get to know a "commoner". He picks a waitress from a local diner, Darby, as his "project". Can't forget Shank (Ace) and Sophie and how their relationship is developing.
Not only is there Rukem and Darby and a possible somethin something. There are hot moments with Bullets & Mia and Patches & Tegan. And a surprise with Juliette, Bishop's little sister, and Kaj. Hurricane has "picked his wife" Claire. This is a sad situation but I'm rooting for Hurricane!! Lots of storylines developing.
This book had me laughing out loud several times! Rukem is all serious and has met his match with Darby.
Here are some of my favorite quotes:
'She’s a librarian that likes sex books,” he hissed, like that should explain it all."
"“I have spent all my life denying myself. Mind, body, spirit. Now, every part of me is in a prison.” He stared at the fierce passion in her gaze. “I don’t know what terrifies me more. That a single kiss brought me to such a prison…or that I may never have another one from your perfect lips again.”"
"She’s a flower that never got enough sunlight. Her potential beauty was stunted, skin sallow from years of emotional starvation."
"“I want you to…force me to feel so good. I’ve dreamed of this while awake.”"
"“I would never ask you to parade your intimates in front of me.” She scoffed. “Have you seen the males in my generation? They are stupid. The older ones aren’t perfect but they’re a lot more emotionally and mentally mature.” Not a fan of…huge puffy muscles, but I do like a man with a tight body. A man with real work muscles, not the artificial muscles these . . . get at the gym, excuse my French.”
"So you’re…pairing up gifted people,” she realized. “Are you trying to build a super race or something?” “Or something.”
"He wished he knew what that meant to her and how she needed to touch him so he could brace for whatever degree of hell he’d be burning in."
"With each long moan, his brain busied itself with ascribing pitch, tone, resonance, texture, and volume with his every touch. What produced which and which did he want to produce? He soon got lost in the job, her foot a musical instrument, his thumbs and fingers learning it. Then when he found the perfect sounds, he focused all his efforts on recreating them."