Sunday, January 18, 2015

RAVAGE ME by Ryan Michele

Series:  Ravage MC #1
Author:  Ryan Michele
Publish Date:   02.04.14
Publisher:  Ryan Michele
Category /Genre:  Contemporary Romance, Motorcycle Club

Recommended for:  18+ due to sex and violence (Duh!  It's an MC book)

Received from:  Ryan Michele (in exchange for an honest review)
Tour by:  Enticing Journey Book Promotions
Date completed: 02.11.14
Goodreads link: Ravage Me

Description from the publisher:
After spending the last two years stuck behind bars for a crime she didn’t commit, Harlow ‘Princess’ Gavelson’s time inside has finally come to an end, and she’s ready for revenge.  Unfortunately, being the daughter to the Vice President of the Ravage Motorcycle Club cuts into her plans, as orders must be followed.  Trying to settle back into this life is proving difficult when the tables are turned and the woman who framed her is out for blood.  Lucky for Princess, growing up in a MC has taught her how to hold her own.

After spending years in hell overseas, Donavon ‘Cruz’ came home to lose the very thing he went into hell for, sending him to the darkest moments of his life.  Joining Ravage two years ago was his safe haven, and he protects his family at all costs.
When a dark-haired bombshell struts into the club’s shop, he’s caught off guard but immediately knows she’s the one he’d do anything for.  Tough as nails, and taking no crap from anyone, he’s captivated by a woman who could handle this life.  Trying to meet the needs of the MC business and follow his heart proves to be difficult when the two collide, and lives are at stake.

Can these two find a way to be together, or will the needs of Ravage cost them everything, including their lives?

*Contains mature content including, sex and violence. Mature audiences only.*


This is the first book in the new Ravage MC series.

She doesn't know why, but Harlow 'Princess' Gavelson was set up and went to prison for two years, one month, and five days for a crime she didn't commit.  Released, her first stop is the compound for the Ravage MC, a reunion with the members she knows and meeting the new members and prospects.  One of the new members, 'Cruz,' is immediately drawn to the club princess, claiming her despite her protests.  They each have their demons to exercise.  When the demon attacks begin, the club is set on guard, lives are at stake.

Princess doesn't like that name, she associates it with being a weak female.  I, personally, like being a female, I like being called Princess, and I am far from weak, but I don't live in that world.  She has done everything she can to prove she is just as strong as any of the patched members of the MC, only the lack of a certain piece of anatomy keeping her from joining as a brother.  She has one rule:  she does not f*ck the guys at the MC; She will not be a club whore.  I had to admire her bad-assedness (new word?) and intelligence.  Cruz is one hot alpha-male with a deep voice made for the bedroom.  The MC is full of wonderful, fully-developed, and colorful members. 
As I mentioned when I reviewed WILD HEART by Jennifer Culbreth, ( that was my first MC romance and I wasn't sure how I felt about the violence and non-flowery romance.  This story was so well-written that there was no further question for me.  I loved this entire club, warts and all!  I look forward to reading more, not just from Ms. Michele, but more MCs in my future.
What is your favorite MC book?

Grammar/editing:  B – a few small errors – book received as an unedited ARC / errors excused

Ravage MC series:
  1. Ravage Me
  2. Seduce Me (not yet released)
Other Books from Ryan Michele:
  • Forever Mine Series:
    • Wanting You
  • Conquering Series:
    • Safe

“Sugar, you just stirred up a shit storm.”  The southern drawl to his voice mixed with the smell of leather, cigarettes, and radiating testosterone would have made my pussy clench, but he ruined that by pressing a damn gun to my head.  

“Low, don’t.”  I ignored Casey just as I always did.  Quickly, I turned my body.  As my arm reached back to knock the gun out of his hand, I instantly froze.  The three patch rag falling on his chest was a red light flashing in my eyes.  Immediately, I stopped, putting my hands in front of me.  I would never touch a brother, outside of the ring that is.

The man standing in front of me caught my breath and short-circuited my senses.  His broad shoulders were covered with a skin-tight, black t-shirt and leather rag adorned with several patches that fit him like a glove.  His bulging arms were covered in tattoos from the wrist up.  They were flexed, one pointed the gun with precision, and the other was fisted at his side.  His light caramel hair was cut short on the sides, but longer on the top, begging for a woman’s fingers to run through it.  His beard was cut very short to his skin making my mouth water, wondering what it would feel like between my thighs.  His sapphire eyes narrowed at me as I stared effortlessly in them, becoming entranced unable to speak.

“What the fuck is going on here?”  Breaking from this man’s stare, I focused on the familiar voice I’ve missed for too long.  Pops eyes swept the room quickly, and when his eyes landed on mine, the anger in them instantly faded.  “What the hell’s going on?”  He eyed the man with the gun pointed directly at my head and he clenched his hands into fists.

“Hey, Pops,” I said, turning my eyes back to the beautiful specimen in front of me, wanting him to know that I wasn’t afraid.  If I needed a bullet in my head, so be it.  I wouldn’t shy away.

“You know this bitch?” the hot asshole in front of me clipped, and my lip curled slowly.  If he wasn’t wearing that rag, I’d show him how much of a bitch I could be.  

“Put the damn gun down, Cruz,” Pops said jokingly.  The anger dripping off this man’s face in front of me told me he didn’t see anything funny about this.  He began to take a step closer.  “Cruz.  Stop!”  Pops barked loudly as the other guys started walking up behind him.  Cruz instantly stopped, but kept the gun on me.  “Cruz, this is my daughter, Princess.”

“Shit.  Are you fucking kidding me?”  Cruz’s anger was actually pretty funny, and I had to stifle the small laugh that wanted to escape.  I had too much respect to let it fly.  But the shocked look on his face was pretty priceless coming from a tattooed hot-ass.  I probably should have told him that sooner, but what can I say … I was born a bitch.  

“No, I’m not fucking kidding you.  Get the fuck away from her, and put the goddamn gun down.”  Moving my head to Pops, I could see he was fuming.  Whenever Pops was mad, his forehead turned bright red, and the lines throughout it became more prominent along with the vein that ticked with this heartbeat.  It’s a look I always hated growing up, and it used to scare the ever-loving shit out of me.  

My eyes flicked back while Cruz took one more look at me.  “If you’re still pissed later, we can meet in the ring.”  I smiled my damnedest.  I could see the smoke threatening to come out of his ears.  Confusion laced his eyes, but I wasn’t about to explain right now.  I held out my hand to Cruz, “Nice to meet ya.  I’m Harlow.”  He stared me down as if he was hoping he could make me combust into a million pieces.  Sorry Buddy, your super powers won’t work.  I’ve been here too long to let that get me.
He tentatively lowered the gun, putting it behind his back, bringing his hand to mine.  My hand slipped into his warm, rough, strong grip, a shock raced through my body, beginning at my connected hand and racing all the way through to my feet setting my body on fire. 


Thank you [Enticing Journey Book Promotions] for hosting this tour.
originally posted 02.13.14 on my previous website closed that site because I promoted authors and their books. 

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