Writing Style Rating: 🌟 🌟 🌟 🌟
Storyline Rating: 🌟 🌟 🌟 🌟
Hero: 🌟 🌟 🌟 🌟
Heroine : 🌟 🌟 🌟 🌟
Chemistry between h/H: 🌟 🌟 🌟 🌟
Smut Factor: 🌟 🌟 🌟 🌟
Overall Thoughts: 🌟 🌟 🌟 🌟
I have read all of Hayley Faimans MC Series, so it’s evident that I am a fan of her crass alpha heroes and raw, dirty intimate scenes. UnChain Me was just a continuation of those things I love so much about her writing. This story also presented an age gap between the hero and heroine. While I don’t know that that brings as much of an issue in a criminal MC book, I still enjoyed the dynamic it created. Hayley also ties the Savage Beasts and her Zanetti Crime Series together which I loved! I think when you read a lot of an authors books, it gets hard to write reviews that don’t give away a spoiler but convey everything you love. What I can say is, if you’re like me and enjoy your romance a little on the down and dirty side then Hayley’s books are definitely for you.
Today we have the release blitz for Unchain Me by Hayley Faiman! Check it out and be sure to grab your copy today!
Title: Unchain Me
Author: Hayley Faiman
Genre: Contemporary Romance
About Unchain Me:
Nineteen-year-old Bellarosa has lived the past three years locked away in a tower, freedom, being only a myth she could fantasize about.
She has tried to break free of her chains but has failed at every attempt. That is, until a friend turns a blind eye and allows for her to escape her confines.
The president of the Savage Beast MC is no easy role to play. Neither is being a single father. His focus has always been his club and his daughter.
At almost forty, Dragon is convinced he will never find a woman to call his own, not unless he buys her.
Both lost souls searching for freedom. Both stumbling upon one another. Unsure if they can trust each other. She searches for happily ever after. He will never be her prince charming.
When two people who learn to trust despite their pasts come together, they become an unstoppable force, something that not even the devil.
Catch Up on the Series
“You won’t have your freedom, Fragolina
,” he murmurs, his voice rough and hoarse.
Pressing my lips together, I inhale before I ask, “I won’t?”
He shakes his head. “You stay here, you whore. That’s the way of the world.”
“Whore?” I whimper.
His eyes darken, they turn almost black, but I can’t read them. I don’t know what it means, what the look on his face means. He wears a mask, and unreadable mask.
Clearing his throat, he grunts as he pushes off his desk to standing directly in front of me. He’s so close that I could reach out and touch him, I could feel his hard muscle that I know without a doubt lays beneath his screaming tight shirt.
“We aren’t much different than from where you came. Except, our whores are here for our members. I’m sure that Jaguar explained this?” he asks.
I gulp, nodding my head as my eyes slide closed. “He did,” I exhale.
“Not what you were hoping for?” he asks, arching a brow.
I shake my head, looking down at my feet, then slowly lifting my gaze back up to his. “I want my freedom,” I say, straightening my spine.
“Nobody is free, Bellarosa. The sooner you realize that, the better off you’ll be.”
“You’re free,” I state.
He snorts, looking down to the floor then back up to me. “How old are you, little girl?”
I bite my bottom lip, not wishing to tell him the truth. He already knows that I’m young. I look young today, too. I didn’t put any makeup on this morning, haven’t worn it in days. I look even younger than nineteen without my makeup mask firmly in place.
“Old enough,” I shrug.
He shakes his head, not liking that answer at all, I don’t blame him, I wouldn’t like it either. He lifts his hand, but I don’t flinch away like I probably should. The backs of his fingers brush down my cheek, then his hand wraps around the side of my throat.
“I’m the only one keeping your ass here right now. At a simple command, you’ll be shipped back to Brooklyn to deal with your fate. Maybe you should be a little more fucking agreeable, Fragolina
His voice is harsh, hard like steel and I gulp from his warning. He smiles when he feels me swallow. He knows I’m scared, he can see it, somehow, he can see behind my impassive expression.
Connect with Hayley:
I was born and raised in a small farming town in California. I met my husband when I was 16 and he was 19. We married four years later and have two little boys! We lived in Oregon for a few years while he served in the US Coast Guard.
Texas is now where we call home, where our boots rest, and where we’re raising our two little boys and a chocolate lab named Optimus Prime.
Connect with the Author: