**ARC received from the author for an honest review**
Welcome to F*ck Club; where the rules are as solid as the men behind them. Riley Steele hasn’t always taken the traditional route when it comes to taking care of his family. But when the woman he’s been in love with since he was young needs his help, he’ll drop everything to save her; that includes the walls he’s built to keep her out of his secret.
I loved Riley’s character. Shiloh Walker’s stories always hold such strong, complex characters whose backgrounds have such darkness that you want them to see the light and find their HEA. Riley is an alpha male with a secret heart of gold. He protects those he considers family; blood related and by choosing. When Brianna needs his help to escape an abusive situatuion in the middle of the night, he’s her knight in black armor. These two have a history that is slowly revealed as Brianna’s trouble looms overhead.
As with most of Walker’s suspenseful romance, this story has an undercurrent of mayhem when Riley’s clients begin to experience some frightening situations. She always has a way to put an unknown assailant within the story. And she always keeps you guessing! The multiple storylines blended so well together: Can Riley protect Brianna, his clients, AND his secret?
Hoping we get more for the other Steele siblings! Until next review…
The first rule of F*ck Club…we don’t talk about it. We just do the job and get paid.
And Riley Steele did his job very well.
He’ll be the first to admit that his current life isn’t the one he’d foreseen. It’s not even one he wants, but after his parents died and he was left to care for two siblings and a mountain of debt, he was willing to do almost anything.
Now, after almost ten years of being paid to pleasure, he’s almost numb to it…and to women.
That all changes with one phone call.
Brianna Sharpe, the girl he’d loved as a boy, is leaving an abusive lover and needs someplace to hide.
Opening his home to Bree is easy. Protecting his heart is a different story. She’d completely shattered it once already.
But Bree has changed and Riley wants to think there might be a chance. Only…what will she do when she discovers his secrets?
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F*ck Club:Riley (Book One)
Text Copyright © 2016 Shiloh Walker
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“Is everything okay, Ry?”
The moonlight filtering in through the narrow slit in the curtains painted her skin with a soft, silvery light. Her eyes were darker than he’d ever seen them and he had to curl his hands into fists to keep from reaching for her.
“Everything’s fine, Bree,” he lied.
Even to his own ears, the words sounded hollow.
“Then why aren’t you talking to me? Why don’t you seem to want to look at me anymore?”
She was trying to torture him.
Slowly, he reached out and skimmed the back of his fingers down her cheek, careful to keep the touch light.
“We’re talking now. I’m looking at you now.”
“And you’re ready to haul ass out of here,” she said, looking wounded.
“Because if I don’t—” He snapped his jaw shut before the rest of the words could slip out, but he’d said too much already.
Her eyes widened. “If you don’t, what?”
“Bree.” Her name came out a low rasp. “Go to bed, okay? Go in there with your son and go to sleep.”
“I’ll go to bed when I damn well want.” She poked him in the chest with her finger. “How about you answer me now?”
He caught her wrist.
She tugged, and reflexively, he tugged back harder.
She crashed against his chest and the warm, soft weight of her had him biting back a groan.
She splayed the fingers of her left hand against his chest. He could feel her pulse bounding madly against his thumb. Slowly, he stroked that rapid beat, staring into her eyes.
“Everything’s wrong,” he said without thinking. “I can’t even go into detail about most of it, but the worst thing is that you’re here and I can’t touch you. I need you like I need my next breath. I always have. But you’re just as out of reach now as you’ve been for the past ten years.”
He started to let her go, telling himself he’d lock himself in the bathroom for the next hour, maybe longer. Or maybe he’d just go back downstairs and sleep in the torture device of a chair.
But, although he let go of Bree’s hand, she didn’t let go of him. The hand on his chest curled, fisting in his shirt and she moved closer.
“Who says you can’t touch me? Who says I’m out of reach?”
Her eyes lingered on his mouth and a groan rumbled out of him.
“Don’t,” he said, shaking his head.
“Don’t what?” She leaned in and kissed his chin.
The threads of his control started to snap like tension wires that threatened to cut and slice and wound as they broke.
Back away. Don’t touch, he told himself.
But he didn’t do that. He slid a hand into her hair and twisted the thick, heavy curls around his fingers. “You should go back to bed, Bree,” he said thickly.
“And you should let me decide what I should and shouldn’t do.”
Then she leaned in and kissed him.
Her tongue slid along his lower lip.
She dragged her hands down his chest and caught the front of his shirt, tugging it free of the waistband of his trousers. “I want you naked,” she said against his mouth. “I want your hands on me and I want to be naked.”
She tipped her head back and met his eyes in the darkened room.
“We…” He shook his head rapidly. “Don’t do this, okay?”
“Because I…” Air coming in ragged bursts, he tried to think of the most logical explanation. Because once wasn’t enough? Because he didn’t know how to handle this? Because…because…
There was a logical reason and he knew it.
But then Bree kissed him and the thought of logic died in a shuddering explosion.
Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her up against him.
Rule #2…Respect the ladies.
Conner Steele has nothing but respect for ladies. He absolutely adores them and takes more than a little bit of pride in his job—or rather, his former job.
After a run-in with a cop, former male escort Con, along with his brother Riley and best friend Shame, decided it might just be best to hang up their…hats and retire from the business of being paid to pleasure.
After all, they have a profitable business going with their new pub. No reason to ruin a good thing and Con is more than happy to keep pleasing the ladies—just…no longer as a job. Finding a date or company for the night has never been an issue for him, either. He’s been told more than once that he can charm a tiger out of its stripes. But lately a new hire at the bar is turning the tables on him—she is the one charming him, twisting him up into knots and getting him so worked up, he can barely see straight.
In his rather expert opinion, Shawntelle Callahan is nothing less than a queen.
And she’s a queen on a mission, too. Even as tangled up as he is over her, he can see that. First she tries to coax him out of retirement for one last engagement. When that doesn’t work, she sets out to drive him crazy. After finally admitting that she’s a writer who’s looking to do a story on male escorts, Con realizes it will be best to just stay away from Shawntelle. Sure, she says she’s just looking for some hands-on information but he knows there’s more to it than that. There are secrets in her eyes, barely hidden lies and doubt.
Available March 24th 2017
CONNECT WITH SHILOH
Shiloh Walker is an award-winning writer…yes, really! She’s also a mom, a wife, a reader and she pretends to be an amateur photographer. She published her first book in 2003. Her latest suspense, The Right Kind of Trouble, released in August 2016 from St. Martins.
She writes romantic suspense and contemporary romance, and urban fantasy under the name, JC Daniels.
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