Friday, March 8, 2019

Blog Tour: Zero Tolerance (A Lost Kings MC Novel) by Autumn Jones Lake (Review+Excerpt)

by Autumn Jones Lake 

Release Date: February 22nd 
Photographer: Wander Aguiar 
Cover Designed by: Letitia Hasser, RBA Designs 
Cover Model: Justin



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As Vice President of the Lost Kings Motorcycle Club, I’ve spent a lot of years as a hit-it-and-quit-it player only seeking a good time. Willing women are never in short supply.
More than one night? No thanks.
Until I met her.
My perfect woman. Like a damn mermaid, she was beautiful, smart, sexy, and slippery as fuck.
I thought I’d convinced her we’d be good together long-term, but then she disappeared without a word.
Three years.
That’s how long it’s been since I saw her.
Took me a while, but I finally moved on.
Then out of nowhere, my mythical woman resurfaces.
She forgot to mention one little thing before she vanished.
One small secret growing up into a big lie.
It’s a betrayal too deep to overcome.
I should hate her.
Even though she’s heartbreak wrapped in a seductive package.
I want her more than ever.

*Can be read as a standalone.

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I guess I had that coming. Of course, Z has girls calling him. I’m surprised there haven’t been more honestly.
It was obvious from the look on his face, she wasn’t an employee from the club.
At least he’s polite enough to go outside.
Pretending it doesn’t bother me, I concentrate on the schedule I was writing out for Z.
The door quietly shuts, and I force myself not to look up at Z. If he says he has to leave, it’s going to hurt, which is stupid, so I’d rather just pretend he’s not even here.
“Sorry about that.” The couch dips as Z reclaims his spot.
“That’s okay.” I rip off the top sheet of the notepad and hand it to him. “It’s only a rough schedule.” I’m so nervous, unsettled, whatever you want to call it, my shoulders jerk. I stand and tug my stupid dress down. “I’m tired. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Lilly, wait.” He grabs for my hand as I pass, but I yank it away. My bare leg brushes against the rough fabric of his jeans and there’s a stirring inside me I haven’t felt in a long time. Maybe not since the last—
Nope. Don’t go there.
Fast, I walk out of the room and slam the door to my bedroom shut. Tears threaten to fall, which just makes me angry. I’m still holding the pen and notepad in my hand and I chuck them against the wall.
“Lilly.” The door opens, bumping into me, knocking me forward. “Shit, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t you knock?” I turn, hoping my glare is enough to chase him off.
Click. He closes the door oh so quietly and stands there. Head cocked, eyes roaming over me.
“What’s the matter?”
There’s the silent, cocky, smug Z I remember. He’s been off his game since we ran into each other. My fault, I know. But I figured this part of him would resurface eventually.
“Nothing. I told you. I’m tired.” I curl my fingers into the skirt of my dress and flap the material around. “I want to change.”
I tilt my head toward the door, hoping he’ll take the hint and get out.
But no, he crosses his arms over his chest and continues to stare at me.
“Do you need help opening the door?”
He squints. “Are you mad at me?”
“No. I’m tired,” I answer slowly.
I try to edge past him, but he grabs my arm, and spins me around, pulling me into his arms.
Oh shit.
My back hits the door with a thud and he swoops in, kissing the small, surprised cry away.
This is bad.
My hands explore his shoulders and creep up into his hair. It’s cut short, almost buzzed, not nearly enough to curl my fingers in the way I used to.
So bad.
I pull away and he growls, dragging me back. “Z, wait. What are we doing?”
He squeezes his eyes shut and shakes his head. “I’m sorry,” I whisper, touching his cheek. “So—”
“Stop.” He shakes off my hand. “I don’t want to want you this way. I’m fucking furious with you.”
“I know,” I whisper.
“You haven’t even told me why.”
And I never will.
I swallow hard and look away. The pain in his voice kills me. Because I put it there and I can’t undo it.
He reaches for me again, settling his hand on my hip, playing with my dress. “This has been driving me nuts all night.”
I bat my eyelashes and peek up at him. “Well, I was trying to change into something else.”
He lets out another growl and the hand on my hip tightens. He picks me up, moving me away from the door. His mouth crashes against mine. Confident. In charge. This is the Z I remember.


4 Stars!

*While technically this can be read as a standalone, it is definitely better to have familiarity with the series and the characters.

Zero hadn’t expected to fall for her but it was inevitable. So when she left without a word it gutted him. Now two years later she's back and the secrets she’s been keeping are finally revealed. Will Zero be able to forgive her?

Z was definitely the kind of guy I love in these stories. He’s the epitome of sexy Alpha male and he proved why so many people love him. Of course that doesn’t mean he didn’t piss me off or make me want to slap him every now and again (that’s pretty much a given in Biker books). Either way I loved him and am anxious to get more of him.

Lilly was a bit harder to thaw to for me but I feel like she has potential. I want to love her and hopefully by the end of their story I will. For right now all I can say is she’s growing on me and I’m going to reserve judgement for when she finally comes into her own and gotten to a good place inside herself.

Zero Tolerance is a bit of an emotional rollercoaster. There’s plenty of drama and angst, sexy and sweet and of course funny and sad. At times I wanted to throw my kindle across the room, other times I couldn’t put it down. I was in need of that to tell you the truth and while I was hoping to have a good read and a connection with the characters and story, I wasn’t sure it would happen. I’m glad I did though and I can’t wait for the next book in their story.

***Copy provided to Bayou Book Junkie by the author/publisher for my reading pleasure in hopes of an unbiased opinion, a review was not a requirement.***

About the Author 

Autumn believes true love stories never end. She’s easily amused, a procrastinator and writes romances with loving alpha heroes who cherish the sassy women they fall in love with. Autumn prefers to write her romances on the classy side of dirty, and she’s a sucker for a filthy-talking, demanding alpha male hero. The bigger the better. She enjoys testing boundaries and breaking rules with her stories. Happy For Now endings make Autumn’s heart pitter-patter. Her past lives include baking cookies, slinging shoes, and practicing law. Playing with her imaginary friends is her favorite job so far. She’s an active member of her local chapter of Romance Writers of America. Autumn was born and raised in upstate New York. She still enjoys all four seasons there with her very own alpha hero and their dogs.

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