Unfortunately, I had forgotten that.
I was allegedly South Dakota’s most famous Old Lady.
Fifteen years ago I had survived my Old Man’s murder
and swore to myself never again.
Never again surrender my heart.
Never again sacrifice to the Club.
But that all changed in one night.
I came home and crashed into him,
and my past and present blew up in my face.
Both of us lonely, running on empty, and unwilling to admit it.
I feel things I’d forgotten about, want things I had cut out of my insides.
Who holds the keys to betrayal? To suspicion? To trust?
To brotherhood? To family?
To a bleeding heart?
Right now, I just might.
I suppose some of us have to get really dirty before we can become truly clean.
Every time. Every. Single. Time. Every time I read a book involving a motor cycle club I come away from the book thinking the same thing: How do people live like this? Do the women have no self-respect? I would probably lose a limb or two after attempting to kick one of the bikers in their baby maker. I just don’t get it. But Car Porter makes me WANT to get it. The One Eyed Jacks make me WANT to be a part of their world. And it all stems from Grace.
Grace (AKA Little Sister) is basically MC club royalty. She was/is a VERY well known “old lady”. (It’s not until late into the book that we find out exactly why that is.) Grace fled her hometown 15 years ago and has only recently agreed to return to help support her terminally ill sister. On her way back home she stops at a bar where she meets Miller – a leather clad, scruffy looking, rough around the edges type sex god. He’s everything she never wanted, but exactly what she needs.
Miller and Grace have a romp or two, or three, in her hotel room. When she wakes in the morning she has one of those moments when the world seems to slam on the brakes. You know what I’m talking about? After looking around the room, and at the man lying in her bed, she comes to a startling realization, he is part of the One Eyed Jacks – the MC club she left behind 15 years ago.
Holy hell! Soooo much happens in this story. I could probably go on and on, paragraph after paragraph, but what fun would that be? You’d know all the gory details before cracking open the book. I laughed, cried (a lot), cringed, made faces of disgust and even yelled as I flipped through the pages. Grace and her sister (Ruby) pack a lot of life into what should have been a lifetime but in reality, was only 10 – 15 years. I don’t know if I would have, or could have, survived what they did.
I. Love. Miller (Lock)! LOVE HIM! He’s rough and tough, yet protective, possessive and loyal. He, like Grace, has lived a hard life. He lost someone he held very close to his heart and has kept himself on “lock down” ever since. He’s a beautiful soul and absolutely made this story for me.
Actually, Grace was “old lady” to two amazing men in that motorcycle club. I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention Dig. He was a little rougher around the edges than Lock, but when it came to loving Grace, that man made me melt. *swoon* He was taken way too soon; his loss reshaped Grace’s life completely.
When I first started reading Lock & Key, I wasn’t convinced I’d like it. The writing threw me a little. I wasn’t quite sure I could lose myself in it, but BOY did I lose myself; so much so that I cannot wait for my next adventure with the boys of the One Eyed Jacks. Cat’s debut novel is one I won’t soon forget.