Title: Branded Irish
Series: Saints and Sinners 2
Author: Sara Brookes
Length: Novel - 264 pgs
Genres: Romance, Erotica, BDSM, MC Romance, Contemporary,
TBR Reviewer: Jean
Rating: 3 - a good read
Heat: 5 - orgasmic
"Too remarkable for words" - These are the heroine's words describing our dom-love-interest Garvey McShea...president of the Hawaii chapter of Riding Irish MC. Arden Everhart is his 'girl who got away', divided by their professional interests years ago when they each left the CIA in pursuit of other career paths. When these two re-interface, its nothing less than a virtual-reality, orgasmic Armageddon, their desire for each other all-consuming; defying time, distance, and sexual boundaries.
McShea has his hands full providing leadership for the club while working feverishly to rectify a
product glitch that may lose him a big IT client. The last thing he needs is another distraction
in the form of his long-lost love who despite her initial trepidation seems all too eager to subjugate herself and bend over a desk to allow him to fondle her pierced parts. And she has many! When rival MC's perceive McShea as trying to take over the turf, gang-war nearly costs him
his reputation, his business and his family, which now includes Arden.
Our main male character has no flaws whatsoever, takes on and excels at everything, which renders him uninteresting to the reader (no-one likes a perfect hero). Our heroine, although working for Garvey, appears to have very little function other than hiking up her skirts in hopes of Garvey re-booting her pain/pleasure circuits.
I did love the author's choice of character names, they were interesting without being phony. However, the focus of this story is the sex, and what remains is just backdrop. Brooke's choice and placement of plot elements resembles a patchwork quilt, in which the seamstress needed to use up remnants from the first book and mix them in with new fabrics that caught her eye but don't necessarily go with the originals. A tropical island, two IT experts that are former CIA, D/s fetishes, motorcycles, boats, biker bros/chicks, tatts, gang wars. Yikes, its an island, folks; how many motorcycle clubs can there be? A couple of laps around the shoreline at 55mph and you're pretty much done. Also, there are no descriptions at all of the makes, models or details of the bikes, a point I rather think motorcycle fans would relish. Even Garvey's car is only described as "a vintage muscle car."
The sex scenes here are mind-blowing and (thankfully) stretch on for pages, allowing us to forget about the rest of the book and the repetitive words and phrases used. Those who are into bdsm should find this story guaranteed to overload their sensory receptors!