Niko Davaris is all about revenge on the man who tried to kill him. The evidence he stole is the first step in that direction. He's not thrilled to wake up with a gun to his head. The woman on the other end is cocky, smug and too damn hot for her own good. He wants her, she wants the evidence. When she takes it and disappears, he gives chase. Battle lines are blurred as they give in to temptation, but on a ride like this, someone has to come out on top. Who will it be?
But with her history, skills, and hidden weapons ( she has secret compartments in her boots guys! This chick does not play.) her confidence is well earned.
Niko is caramel skinned poured over a tantalizing arrangement of muscles you want to sink your teeth in to. The tattoos that trail down his arm in a sleeve and wrap around his back mixed with internal scars and a sympathetic streak for Sasha he can’t control make him larger than life. “Everything changed the minute you let me inside your body, the minute you screamed my name. Do you understand that?” Damn. Who wouldn’t want a man like this?! The sex was awe inspiring as the ardor between them flows off the page like molten lava, and made me flush; and not with embarrassment.
The romance blooms like a rose in concrete as drama and the past threatens to tear down what Sasha and Niko have built. This well written tale has complex characters, intriguing circumstances, and intersection that will make your head spin. Sasha’s antics made me laugh out loud, shake my head and grin. Her raw, I am who I am attitude was one I found highly admirable. The characters back stories plucked at my heart strings as they were revealed piece by piece.
The plot had me tense as I waited for the bottom to drop out from beneath our heroes. Because as we all know Secrets never make friends. The element of crime, I felt like I was watching a well written episode of La Femme Nikita. A Wicked Ride was just the “Calgon” moment I needed to take me away from everyday life. Seeing such a strong female lead was actually empowering, it’s a trend I hope to see more of. I love heroines who kick ass.
I would recommend this to any romance fan because it truly has a little of something for everyone. But be forewarned if “Sweet” Romance is your thing this may be too hot to handle.
A nightmare I can't seem to get away from. His throat felt parched. He flung off the sheets draped around his waist and dug his fingers into the firm mattress in an attempt to stop his body's tremors.
The unmistakable sound of a gun cock.
Fuck! Niko froze with his right leg hanging off the side of the bed. How did Vicente find me?
The sound came from the foot of the bed, but the room remained pitch black--he couldn't see a thing. Stiff fingers crept under the pillow for the SIG P90 he kept there.
"Tsk, tsk. Bad boy." The throaty female voice halted his movements. It skitted over his skin and left goose bumps in its wake.
What the hell?
The overhead light flicked on. He blinked at the brightness, then took in his uninvited guest sprawled in the black leather armchair at the foot of the bed. She looked at him through lowered eyelids, head tilted back. The left side of her head was shaved close to the scalp, but the right side appeared untouched. Bangs, kissed with light pink, obscured her right eye. Dark waves brushed a shoulder the shade of creamy sepia. A nickel plated Glock pointed at his head.
"Who the fuck are you?" He couldn't believe this person got the drop on him.
Her bow lips curved into a smile and she dragged her gaze down his body.
A muscle began a slow tick in his jaw.
"Nice view." She licked her lips.
His cock pulsed. Niko fought the urge to cover the wayward organ. She had the gun, so no sudden movements. "Who are you?" he demanded again. Fuck, he hated repeating himself.
She stood, gun still trained on him. She was barely five-foot-five and built. Make that stacked.
Huge breasts spilled out of a pink bustier. An image of his face buried between them flashed in his mind and made his groin tighten. Her smooth stomach was exposed and the tiniest waist, about the span of his hands, flared out to wide hips. Black leggings were tucked into black knee boots complete with silver buckles and almost four inch heels.
Her gaze zeroed in on his cock. "You have something I need, Niko."
Fuck if he didn't get harder at her statement. Then it registered, she knew his name. It could mean only one thing--after hiding for three years, his past had finally caught up with him.
Niko cleared his throat. He needed to distract her to get his gun. Regret churned in his gut at the prospect of hurting a woman, but he couldn't think about that. It was clearly him or her.
"It seems you have me at a disadvantage," he growled.
"I know, right? Hardly seems fair." Her husky laugh sent sweat trickling down his spine.
What was it about this woman that made his long-neglected body react? He studied her heart-shaped face with its pert nose and full lips. Enjoyment sparkled in the depths of her almond eyes.
"Who sent you?" Niko's voice hardened as he grew tired of all the questions and no answers.
His visitor raised a perfectly arched brow. "Oh, honey. Do I look like I take orders?"
"What do you want then?"
All trace of softness vanished from her face. Her eyes became glacial. If Niko didn't know before, now he did. This wasn't someone to be messed with. Unfortunately for her, neither was he.
"The flash drive."
Not the answer he expected. He shook his head. "Sorry, no clue what you're talking about." That flash drive was his leverage against the man who tried to kill him, but put him in a coma instead. Niko waited three years for his shot at Vicente, there was no way he'd let the woman in front of him take it away.
The stranger nodded once as if she'd come to some kind of decision and walked backward to the chair with the burner still trained on him. "Shall I tell you a story, Niko?"
She continued on without waiting for his reply. "I believe I shall." She sat. "So there I am, crawling through the godforsaken air ducts of Harper Royce's office, when three men enter the room dressed in black."
Mother. Fuck. She knew.
"Shall I go on, Niko?" She pursed her lips and waited for his reply.
Mute, he shook his head.
"I thought not. Now, why don't we start over? And you can forget about the SIG, it's mine now." Gaze and gun on him, she reached down with her free hand. Sure enough, when she held her hand up, there was the SIG.
Damn, she's good.