Title: Callous Criminal
Series: Vicious Vipers #3
Author: Lynn Burke
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: March 26, 2020
Cover Design: Designs by L~
Reviewed by Angels With Attitude Book Reviews
ARC copy provided for an honest review
4 stars from us
Cover Design: Designs by L~
Reviewed by Angels With Attitude Book Reviews
ARC copy provided for an honest review
4 stars from us
I’m a cold-hearted criminal, and I’ve lived a callous life as the Sergeant at Arms of the Vicious Vipers MC. I spent most of my childhood as a victim, and because of the junkie who raised me, I hate to be touched.
But her...
The social worker my fingers itch to reach for—she’s wholesome. Kind. Too good for a man like me, and yet, I can’t curb my weakness to be near her.
When one of her teenage clients needs protection from the same type of man who hurt my sister, I know I’ll be revealing my true self, my darker side, to help the girl.
For her.
I’ll lose the only person I’ve found who values my feelings above her own—the woman whose sweet nature is a force to be reckoned with.
I know I should walk away, but how do I leave the heart I didn't know I still had behind?
*This is the third book in the Vicious Vipers MC series and may be unsuitable for someone under 18 years of age. HEA guaranteed, however, secondary characters make appearances in other’s stories. Reading in order is recommended.
Let's start off by saying that we are really enjoying this series as we just love the characters that it has. Callous aka Ryder is no joke a cold heart-ed a killer who makes no bones about who he is and we loved that about him. The broken man was capable of being loving, caring, protective sweet, and kind, and even with his affliction of no touching that he battles with daily was making slow strides with his little problem even if he wasn't even realizing it.
Pia aka Little Lamb as Ryder/Callous calls her was the bomb we just loved her. We found her to be loving and caring and protective of her charges so much so she took her job seriously as a social worker above and beyond the job to see to the safety of them the best she could. We loved her with Callous/Ryder even though she wasn't sure what lead to him being the way he was and that she took a chance on him hoping that little by little she could figure him out and help him in only the way she could. All those little accidental touches were working there little miracle.
Talk about chemistry this couple had that in spades. We loved them together even though we first thought that Pia was crazy to put up with the man's bullsh** ways. I have to say that we loved them together as they were complete opposites but, perfect for one another. One thing we loved most about this couple's relationship is that Callous from the onset of meeting Pia he never hid who he really was.
Overall this was a touching story that tugged on one's heartstrings of what Dasia and Ryder/Callous endured. I loved seeing a whole different side of Callous and Pia embrace her wild side that she kept locked up tight inside of her and how she took a chance on a bad boy. Together they were a force to be reckoned with!
The sun hit my face along with hot, humid air stinking of exhaust, and I turned toward my bike.
Head down, focused on a cell, a woman hurried toward me, and I scuttled sideways to escape her fast clip.
Not fucking fast enough.
She slammed into my side and grasped hold of my bare forearm, a squeak of surprise ripping from her mouth as her cell clattered to the sidewalk.
“Oh! I’m so sorry!” She lessened her grip on my arm, and I clenched my teeth as my stomach knotted fast as fuck.
I hated to be touched.
Not wanting to be a complete asshole, I didn’t shake off her hold but waited for her to steady herself in her sandals. Her soft touch burned my skin. Sent a shot of need to lash out with my fists along with an energetic zap to my dick I hadn’t felt in years.
I pulled away the second I could and bent to retrieve her cell while she righted her purse and the sweater she had draped over one arm.
Standing, I handed her the phone she’d dropped.
Straight blonde hair brushed her shoulders, her blue-green eyes and pale lashes unframed or painted by makeup. Pink flushed her cheeks, and she pressed her lips together, drawing my focus to the sparkling gloss coating them while reaching for her cell.
I made sure to keep our fingers from touching. “Not a problem,” I stated with a gruffness I hadn’t meant to do while noting the flush across her chest and the hint of cleavage peeking at the top of her plain, buttoned-up blouse.
She smiled up at me, a plain-Jane yet classically beautiful woman who smelled like fresh, juicy watermelon.
My mouth watered, and I stepped back out of her way. With a dip of my head, I moved around her, intent on my bike—and escaping the weird vibe breaking me out into a sweat atop the bright as fuck sun.
It is the heat, I told myself while fighting the need to look over my shoulder. See if her back was as pretty as her front, even if she hadn’t dressed to showcase the curves I’d caught a glimpse of.
The bike roared to life between my thighs, and I glanced toward Dunks while pulling on my helmet. She’d gone inside, escaping the heat, but I couldn’t see her past the glare of the sun on the shop’s windows.
Lips set in a line, I put on my shades and pulled out, already sweating through my t-shirt.
© Lynn Burke 2020
Lynn Burke is a full-time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.
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