Author: Harley Stone
I’ve enjoyed all of the Dead Presidents books from Harley Stone and she always delivers a wonderful story line that keeps me engaged. Tap’d Out was no different, except for the flashbacks. They were confusing at first because they skip around a lot from each person POV. I really enjoyed the story between Sasha and Tap, but the flash backs are what made me rate this at a three. I can promise you that if you don’t mind flashbacks in a book, then you’ll love reading Tap’d Out. Harley never misses on an interesting story with captivating characters.
Title: Tap’d Out
Series: Dead Presidents MC Series #5
Author: Harley Stone
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: May 26, 2019
Serving as an intelligence officer taught Tap how to listen, but nobody warned him about hearing too much. Now, he skates the line between paranoid and prepared, afraid to fully trust anyone, even his club brothers.
Sasha Petrov believed in the system. She devoted her life to serving and protecting, only to find that justice is a greedy whore that sways toward the best paying client. Now, she’ll settle for vengeance.
When Tap finds Sasha beaten, bloody, and begging for help, he’ll have to risk exposing all his secrets to save her. Can someone so broken put her back together?
She was perfection. Every bruise, scar, and bandage paid tribute to her strength and determination. I wanted to become intimately acquainted with each dimple, kiss every freckle, run my tongue across every mole. “You’re fucking gorgeous,” I said, spinning her back around. Her expression softened. “You’re not bad yourself. I mean, if you’re into those perfect stripper body, probably-works-out-everyday, sexy-as-hell types. Which I am.” I chuckled and pulled her into my arms again. “Good. Is this okay? I don’t want to hurt you.” She swallowed. “I don’t want that either.” The desire in her eyes made her desire clear, but the way she chewed on her lip and the slight tremble in her arms told me she was scared. “What can I do?” I asked. “What do you need from me?” She looked over our scattered clothes and scooped up my shirt. Turning me around, she used it to tie my hands behind my back. I flexed, noting how loosely her bonds held me. “I can break out of this,” I said honestly. She turned me around to face her again, her green eyes pleading. “I know. Don’t.”