“Smoke” Callahan has done a couple of rehab stints and is finally clean, thanks to help from the Disciples. He’s on the right path and isn’t about to get sidetracked, no matter how much the guy who manages the bar gets beneath his skin. Besides, his last relationship with a man left him scared, alone, and with a nightmare of an addiction.
When the Hog’s Den becomes shorthanded, and Smoke is ordered to help out the one man he can’t have, his longing for the bartender reaches blistering proportions. Vaughn figures a night together should be enough to satisfy their mutual attraction. But neither banks on just how scorching hot it might be.
As Smoke’s past unravels and the one person he hopes never to lay eyes on again messes with all he holds sacred, it’s time to involve the Disciples. Problem is, he’ll have to risk his membership, his heart, and his own hide to keep everyone he cares about safe
I was so excited to begin The Darkest Flame, because it meshed two if my favorite genres
together, MC and m/m. Now most of you
know that in an MC a m/m relationship isn’t always accepted and welcomed with
open arms. These guys are bikers for a
reason, not just because the leather cut makes them look hot (that’s my own
personal opinion lol). They are tough,
take no shit, fuck a ton of women and not blink an eye at sex in the open type
of guys. Am I stereotyping here a
little, okay a lot? Yes I am because
that is what most of us think when we think about what bikers are. Now add into the equation two guys who are bi
but honestly don’t want to be between a woman’s thighs, but in each other’s? It makes you stop and not only appreciate the
extremely hot picture that it makes, but it makes you think if that could
happen without backlash from the “brothers”.
I am going to try not to give away to many details because I
want you to make this journey into the world of The Darkest Flame on your own so you can see why, even as I am
typing this, I can still close my eyes and picture Smoke and Vaughn having some
smoking hot sex. Pun intended. This wasn’t an easy journey for these two,
there is drama, danger, and wondering if they are found out would that make
them outcasts in the club or would they be welcomed and accepted?
The Darkest Flame
had a couple of minor issues that I am not going to point out in my review
because honestly they aren’t anything that ruined my enjoyment of the book, but
while the book may not be perfect in all aspects, what it is, is a fucking sexy
as hell read that made me wish I could be invisible in any room Smoke and
Vaughn are getting it on in. Hell I’d
even provide them to lube if need be.
Okay back to seriousness. This is
the first book by Christina Lee that I have read, but I can guarantee that it
will not be the last.
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I grabbed my hold of keys and tried not to slam my way out the door. I didn’t know why the hell I was so rattled by Vaughn tonight. I mean, I had been every night, but something about the idea of him being with somebody else right in front of my eyes, made me crazy with need. Need that it felt like only he could fulfill.
As soon as I got to my bike I realized I’d left my cut in the break room. I stood outside attempting to rein in my uneven pulse. I didn’t know what the fuck had come over me.
Breathing more steadily, I stepped back through the door only to find the bar empty. I’d just grab my leather vest and leave him in peace.
“I forgot my…” I stopped in my tracks because Vaughn stood motionless in the middle of the floor, veins bulging in his neck, as if he’d implode at the slightest touch.
He was always moving and talking with a restless energy in this bar so his stillness was a bit startling.
“Hey.” I gingerly placed my hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry if I—”
There was instant recoil, as if he were attempting to contain the vortex of tension between us by vacuuming it in through his skin.
He twisted toward me, his eyes latching onto mine, right before I was slammed against the door.
The wind was practically knocked out of me as Vaughn sank his weight against my smaller frame. We were groin to groin, heartbeat to heartbeat.
“Fuck, Vaughn, you’re—” Heaving breaths surged through my nostrils. “I was going to suggest a truce.”
“Yeah?” he mumbled, his gaze fastening on my mouth. “What sort of truce?”
As soon as I got to my bike I realized I’d left my cut in the break room. I stood outside attempting to rein in my uneven pulse. I didn’t know what the fuck had come over me.
Breathing more steadily, I stepped back through the door only to find the bar empty. I’d just grab my leather vest and leave him in peace.
“I forgot my…” I stopped in my tracks because Vaughn stood motionless in the middle of the floor, veins bulging in his neck, as if he’d implode at the slightest touch.
He was always moving and talking with a restless energy in this bar so his stillness was a bit startling.
“Hey.” I gingerly placed my hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry if I—”
There was instant recoil, as if he were attempting to contain the vortex of tension between us by vacuuming it in through his skin.
He twisted toward me, his eyes latching onto mine, right before I was slammed against the door.
The wind was practically knocked out of me as Vaughn sank his weight against my smaller frame. We were groin to groin, heartbeat to heartbeat.
“Fuck, Vaughn, you’re—” Heaving breaths surged through my nostrils. “I was going to suggest a truce.”
“Yeah?” he mumbled, his gaze fastening on my mouth. “What sort of truce?”
