Wednesday, 11 April 2018
Blog Tour & Review: Demons by J. L. Drake
A couple of weeks ago, I posted a review for TRIGGER, book one in the Devil's Reach MC series, and if you've read it you'll know I loved it.
Imagine then how excited I was to get to read book two, Demons, early and how freakin' hard it's been not to post my review and flail about it like a psycho until my tour stop.
Okay, I may have flapped about it a little but still... Today I can really flap about it.
So, read on for an excerpt, some teasers, a giveaway, general book info and, last but not least, what I thought of the book!
I thought the light would bring redemption. Salvation. But it only brought the Devil to my doorstep. My demons are breaking through, and the reaper is moving closer. My weakness has been exposed, and there's only one person who can calm this hell...
I broke a promise to myself, and now I'm paying for it. I don't want to be here. I don't want to be a part of this hell. But I don't have a choice...
*ebook provided in exchange of a honest review*
First person, multiple povs.
I'd say it's a distinct possibility that this book could trigger people.
Let's see... We have murder, drugs, exploitation, child neglect/abuse... I think that covers most of it.
However, it's not gratuitous.
You need to read book one.
Not even a HFN!
Why god why?!
Why did this book have to end where it did? Why? OMG, I need the next one... I need it now.
Seriously, this is not cool.
I said it when I read book one - Trigger - and I'll say it again, the world of these bikers is grim. It's dark. It's seedy. It's not somewhere you'd ever want to find yourself but I cannot get enough of these books.
I ADORE them.
I adore Tess and Trigger and Rail and Brick and all of them.
I love the banter. I love the connection between Tess and Trigger.
I love how the books suck me in and transport me to another place. I don't love how it ends but I have faith that book three will bring it home and some how reverse the utter cluster it ends in because I just can't deal with that!
Who is the other mole?! Who?
God, my heart...
The only reason this isn't a 5 star read for me is the random crap with the characters from another book series... It would've been ok if I'd read the other series and knew who the hell they were but seeing as I didn't/haven't it was really jarring and left me feeling like I had missed something.
Anyway, if you enjoy MC romances, you need to read this series.
It's as simple as that.
I love this cover! It's sexy, it's fierce and it's Trigger!
Wind whipped my hair and blocked my view of the choppy sea. My feet dangled over the edge of the pier as I held on to the rail and watched three surfers decide if they wanted to do battle with Mother Nature tonight.
One man, who looked to be in his forties, raced into the water, duck-dove under the whitecaps, and surfaced a few yards from shore. He looked back at the other two, and they waved him off and headed back up toward the parking lot.
He paddled out farther past the break. His movements were smooth and thought out. Once he got to a certain point, he hiked up to a seated position and watched the waves as if he were counting them. Or maybe he was waiting for just the right one. Either way, he seemed calm and fearless.
His sense of serenity seemed to pass over me as I relaxed into the cool wood.
I brushed my hair out of my face and held it down to the side with one hand. A raindrop hit the tip of my eyelash, then another and another. It didn’t matter if it poured. I wanted to watch him.
To be so fearless, faced with such a great force, was hypnotizing. I could almost feel his rush as his body tensed. The wave he was watching began to rise, and it gained height and speed as it plowed toward him, its power building. I stepped up to get a better look, gripping the wooden post between my legs to steady myself.
He turned his board and started to paddle with all his might. Just as he was on the top, about to be toppled over, he stood and effortlessly glided along the inside of the tube. The curve of the wave chased wildly behind him.
Water sprayed with the chaos of the wind. The moon fought to shine brightly through the heavy clouds. Yet another moment I wished my camera was attached to my hip.
My breath was caught in my throat and my hands were white, unsure of how he was going to end his ride.
It was graceful beauty the way he showed respect to the sea, and the sea to him. His hand reached out and skimmed the water as if to say thanks before he jerked and tumbled beneath the surface.
Wow. I stood motionless as the dark water swallowed him up and he disappeared. Their moment was over.
I laughed at how wrapped up I was in it all. Growing up without the coast, you never really understood the draw, but now I did.
My phone rang, and I saw there was a missed call from a Vegas area code.
I tapped the play button and heard my doctor’s tired voice telling me I need to come back in, but since she knew I wouldn’t, as I’d avoided all her other calls, she would like me to call the office tomorrow for a phone consultation.
Well, shit, that can’t be good.
“I hope you can swim.”
I turned to find the surfer behind me with his board in hand. He was aged and weathered, but the smile in his eyes left no doubt how young his soul was.
His eyes crinkled as he came a little closer. “You’d be dealing with a strong current and one hell of an undertow.”
“Good thing I didn’t fall in, then.”
“Yeah, Trigger would open Pandora’s box.”
I carefully eased off the railing and tugged my shirt back down in place.
“You know Trigger?”
He motioned for me to follow him back down the pier.
“Everyone knows Trigger and his club. They’re good people, despite their rep.” He flung his wet hair out of his face. “Known him for about ten years now.
He’s my best client.”
I couldn’t help but laugh, and he eyed me strangely. “Can’t see Trigger on a surfboard.”
“Ha! Like cats and water, they don’t mix.” He joined in my laughter. “No, I have a tattoo parlor in the back of my surf shop. I’ve probably done eighty-five percent of Trigger’s tats.”
“Really?” I raised an eyebrow, curious what he knew about Trigger.
“Yup.” He lifted his huge board into the back of his topless Jeep. “You need a lift back?”
I shook my head. “Honestly, I’m not ready to go back yet.”
“You can’t stay here.”
“Why?” I shrugged. “It’s peaceful.”
He opened the passenger side door and rested his arm over the top. “Storm is coming in, and this is neutral territory—which really means fair game.” “Serpents are gone,” I reminded him.
“Yeah, but the Stripe Backs aren’t. Besides, Trigger would have my head on a stick if he knew I saw you
and didn’t take you back.” “I appreciate it, but I’m good.”
He rubbed the water from his face and smirked.
“He certainly didn’t sugarcoat your stubbornness.” I rolled my eyes. “I could use the company at my shop.
You can hang out there until you feel like going back.”
I hesitated. Just because he said he knew Trigger didn’t mean he did. He must have noticed my mood change, as he pointed to his forearm.
“Under his right arm, he has the words Forever Damned written in script. I promise you, I’m the least of your worries.”
Bestselling author J. L. Drake was born and raised in Nova Scotia, Canada, later moving to Southern California where she lives with her husband and two children. When she's not writing, she loves to spend time with her family, travelling or just enjoying a night at home. One thing you might notice in her books is her love for the four seasons. Growing up on the east coast of Canada the change in the seasons is in her blood and is often mentioned in her writing. An avid reader of James Patterson, J.L. Drake has often found herself inspired by his many stories of mystery and intrigue. She hopes you will enjoy her stories as much as she has enjoyed writing them.