REVIEW: Lincoln Shaw by Ciana Stone
Book 8 in the Heartbreakers & Heroes series and part of Ciana's Cotton Creek Saga
He doesn't care if both his brothers are both married, with families and happy as bugs in a rug. Or that most of his friends are getting hitched. Settling down might be for them but it's definitely not in the cards for Lincoln Shaw. He enjoys his freedom and women way too much for that. Nope, give him a different woman--or three-- every night and he's just fine.
Then, why the heck does a pole dancer with violet eyes who calls him Thor have him thinking that settling down might not be so bad after all?
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While I have read Ciana Stone in the past this was the first book of this series that I read. I love that Lincoln was so unsure of himself over Lula. From the moment his sees her he is drawn to her. This book is so intense and Lula quickly became my character. She is strong but has a sweetness about her that draws you in. It also has some ghost hunting in it which is not something I expected but enjoyed none the less.
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So, here’s where it all begins. Or ends.
Either way, life was never going to be the same again. If there was life after what happened next. There were two ways she could play this. The first: pretend to be weak and beg, or the second: the way her mama had raised her. Hands on her hips and ready to rumble.
Tallulah, or Lula as she was most often called, chose her mama’s way because she wasn’t about to beg this sorry sack of shit for anything. “I’ll tell you what.” Her hands went onto her hips. “If you don’t put that gun away your buddies are going to see you get your ass kicked by a girl.”
That probably wasn’t the smartest challenge. Men hate to be called down by a woman, particularly in front of their friends. But this one had crossed a line when he shoved that five-dollar bill into the band of her thong and then tried to pull the thong clean off her body.
As if he hadn’t seen darn near all there was to see of her. Not to mention there was a strict no-touch rule. That’s one of the reasons she took the job. She wasn’t a bit ashamed of what nature had blessed her with and didn’t give a hoot about men watching her do a silly pole dance, but she was a “touch when invited” kind of girl and she rarely invited anyone to touch.
She didn’t go into her personal policy with the offender but did point out the “no touching” rule clearly posted. He called her a whore and jerked her off the stage. That’s when she slugged him. The way his eyes rolled around she thought that might be the end of it.
Luck wasn’t with her, though. As soon as his head whipped back into normal position he pulled the gun.
Now they stared at one another like the gunslingers of old, sizing each other up and looking for weakness. Lula wasn’t at all sure he would back down. “I tell you what, cunt.” He looked around at the crowd that’d gathered and grinned before returning his attention to her. “You drop to your knees and suck my dick and maybe I won’t blow your fucking brains out.”
Just as the thought crossed her mind that she’d take a bullet rather than suck anything of his, a deep male voice from the edge of the crowd brought silence to the place.
“Or…” The people parted to make way. “…you hand over the gun and leave before I get angry.”
Lula was as surprised as her nemesis when a man emerged from the crowd. Well, hellooooo Thor.
Holy Asgardians, what a man. Well over six feet, with a mane of blond hair, eyes the color of frost and a body built for either fighting or sinning, maybe a whole lot of both. She’d opt for the latter if given a choice.
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