Book & Author Details:
Viper (Night Shifts Black #3) by Alyson Santos
Publication date: October 3rd 2017
Genres: Rock Star, Romance
It’s not easy being the bad guy.
Yeah, that’s a lie. It’s pretty damn simple. You act and you own it. You sell your soul to protect those you love and screw the rest.
It’s the restraint that’s hard. The demons that poke at your trigger, burn in your gut—just waiting for a second of freedom to unleash the fire in your soul.
Call me a villain. Call me whatever helps you sleep at night and feel good about the black and white of love. But watch your back because I don’t care. Until I do.
And then I implode.
Firstly, can I strongly suggest that you read the previous books in the series. At the very least, read Tracing Holland (purchase link below) so that you understand the history and understand how Wes gets to this point.
Now, I’ve only recently discovered the NSB books, and I have read both the previous volumes in short order. And I loved them. So, when I realised that this book was going to be about Wes, I was worried. After all, he’s the villain!
However, I needn’t have been concerned. The strength in writing an anti-hero is whether or not the author can make you love him nevertheless. In this case, the author turned my view around, not just by having a sad back-story for Wes (although his relationship with his family is completely dysfunctional), but rather by laying him low as a result of his actions, and then giving him the opportunity of redemption.
This is not hearts and flowers. This is a bit raw, very emotional and completely wonderful. I just want more.
I voluntarily reviewed an advanced reader copy of this book.
I wake to pounding blood, excruciating pleasure. A wet dream? No, hot pressure controls my body. Dissolves me into my mattress. Oh god. My groan is cut off with a tongue, determined lips. Fingers push down my hips and clench.
“What are you doing?” I gasp. I’m her friend. I need to stop this. I… ah.
“Just this one time, I promise,” she breathes. I feel her nakedness. She didn’t invade my sleep to negotiate.
“Hannah, come on. You’re upset, you—”
“Now’s your chance to say no. Tell me to leave.”
She’s doing everything in her power to make sure I don’t.
My body is trained for this. My brain, not so much. When her mouth attacks me again, reason loses the rest of its weak protests. Some distant siren screams through the background. Regret. Guilt. Pain. But not yet. Tomorrow’s poison. Right now it’s skin and heat and pulsating need as she slides over me.
“Here. Found this. Your place is stocked.” I barely hear the tear of packaging. “Damn, Wes. Are you always ready?”
I know, worst time for irony, but there’s a definite smirk before she consumes me again. Hard this time. Deeper, her own moans make me crazy.
“I want you to own me like the others,” she gasps, and that siren screams, radiates through every cell corrupted in ecstasy.
“You’re not the others, Han. You’re…” There are no dirty words. There are no words at all for this. Just. Her. Hannah Drake. The only woman in the world I should not be fucking.
Night Shifts Black (NSB #1) – Amazon Universal Link
Tracing Holland (NSB #2) – Amazon Universal Link
I’m a writer, musician, and cat lover. I also have an alternative music obsession. Seriously, it’s a real problem.
I write what needs to come out, whether it’s pain, tears, or laughter. I write people and relationships, about the beauty and horror of what we do to ourselves and each other. I write Love. Vengeance. Compassion. Cruelty. Trust. Betrayal. Forgiveness. Darkness, and the incredible way humans destroy and heal each other.
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