Saturday, July 28, 2018



Title: Wild Like the Wind
Series: Chaos #6
Author: Kristen Ashley
Rating: 

The brother known as Hound has a reputation. He’s all about cracking heads, having a good time, and when the Chaos Motorcycle Club needs someone to do the tough job, they call on him.

But Hound has a secret. He fell in love with a woman years ago. She’s untouchable. Unattainable. And even when her status changes, for Hound, it remains the same.

Keely Black had it all early and lost it all not long after. Thrown into an abyss of loss and grief, she’s faced a life of raising two sons alone and battling the rage at all that had been ripped from them.

And why.

Words spoken in anger open Hound’s and Keely’s eyes. For Hound, he sees he’s wasted his life loving the wrong woman. Keely sees she’s wasting her life not opening herself to the love of a good man.

    

Wild Like the Wind takes the reader back to the very beginning of Keely and Hound, and the loss that started so many things in Chaos. Now, 17 or so years later Keely has figured out what she truly wants, and Hound isn't sure what he should be doing anymore. These two come together in a strange dance, but neither are sure what the future will hold, and how to break it to Chaos. 

This book was interesting, and I liked Keely and Hound, for the most part. I did think Keely was kind of a bi*tch at times, and I was frustrated with Hound as well. And I really hated the whole "club won't allow this" type of thing that went on, that was utterly annoying, and frustrating considering it basically happened in like two or three other books of this series. 

Also, there was one other thing about the book that was frustrating. There was this one part that seemed mid conversation and there was a big description about Keely's house just in the middle of this conversation.  

Other than that, I did like it, and I found myself intrigued with a lot of things that happened. But the end really leaves us wide open to the next book, and what other crazy things that could happen.  I do look forward to that one a lot. 

“Baby, not sure you take your job serious enough,” he told her.
“I have enough to handle with what I’ve got and that’s more serious than is cool. There are a lot of parents who do not give a fuck about their kids, Hound, not even a little bit. They care about their cars or their designer shoes and handbags. So many of them are Jeremy. So many, it isn’t even funny.”
“Jeremy?” he asked.
“Pearl Jam. ‘Jeremy,’” she answered. “Kids are not something Mom can wear. So they don’t give a fuck. They go shopping. The kids come home to an empty house but their bed is covered in shopping bags. They’ve got great clothes, the latest phone, hot wheels, and no love. But by the time they get to high school, Jeremy is not gonna be talking in class. That hurt is gonna have burned so down deep, no social worker attendance officer is gonna be able to heal it.”
“Baby,” he whispered.
She was needlessly arranging food on his counter she wasn’t going to open until the beans were ready and studying herself doing it.
This should have been a clue.
Hound was tuned to her, very tuned, and still, he did not field that clue.
And he’d wish he did.
“My boys thought it was a pain in the ass that we sat down to dinner every night. Every night. This was even before I heard this stuff from the kids, learned about it in school. I just know the way my folks were and the way…the way,” she lifted her eyes to him, “Graham came from money, but not the good kind, the up-its-own-ass kind. He didn’t fit and they treated him like shit.”
“I know,” he said when she stopped speaking, watching her closely now that she’d brought Black right out there, right there, between them.
“So we talked about it, him and me. And unless Club shit got in the way, we were going to have family dinner every night. Even if we got McDonald’s. We’d sit down and look in each other’s eyes and talk and ask about our days and let them know we gave a shit. I let them know I gave a shit. You know that. You’ve sat down to dinner with us.”
He nodded.
He had.
Not often.
But he had.
“It’s really that easy,” she continued. “I swear to God. I gave my boys a lot. Chaos gave my boys a lot. But I swear, the most important thing I gave them was my time every day during dinner.”
“You’re probably right, baby,” he agreed.
“And you.”
Hound’s chest caved in on itself.
This was such an extreme sensation he had to push out his, “What?”
“The only other thing I gave them that was important was not cutting them off from Chaos, which meant not cutting them off from you.”
Christ.
Christ.

“Keely—”
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