Title: Point of Return (Nordic Lords MC #1)Author: Stacey Lynn
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publication Date: May 13th 2014
Goodreads URL: HERE
Plot: Deceit.
Destruction.
Death.
Olivia Masters grew up familiar with all of them. The daughter of the President of the Nordic Lords Motorcycle Club, Olivia always knew she wanted nothing to do with any of it. Her plans were made to leave the town she grew up in as soon as she and her boyfriend, Daemon Knight, turned eighteen.
But then Olivia was shot. Her mother killed in front of her. Fleeing became her reality.
Forced to return to her hometown of Jasper Bay five years later, events beyond Olivia’s control put her directly back into the life she swore she’d never return to.
Her dad wants her back in the family. Daemon wants her in his bed.
But just as Olivia begins to accept her destiny, history finds a way to repeat itself.
This time, will Olivia be strong enough to fight for the family she once turned her back on? Or will she once again flee from the only life that has ever felt like home?
☆✮ My Review ✮☆
Point of Return delivers readers with an ultra sexy story of love, loss, fate, choices, and redemption.
Olivia Masters....
An MC Princess who does not want the crown or anything to do with the Nordic Lords Motorcycle Club for that matter. Not even Daemon Knight, the boy who broke her heart and who will do anything to get her back in his life.
But running away from everything you know and a tragic past, Olivia is about to be thrown head first to confront her demons as well as “HIM” again. How will it all turn out? Will Olivia come to accept what destiny has to offer her or will she turn her back on it? And with external forces and betrayal posing to be a deadly threat, will they all make it alive? Or reach the point of no return?
Read and you will find out!
My thoughts: To be honest, I actually had no expectations when I first embarked on this read. Granted, I am a self-professed MC lover, but I was highly skeptical about a relatively new author taking a swing at the MC world.
However...
As my first Stacy Lynn read, I'm happy to say that I actually really enjoyed this book a lot minus any mention of the name Missy! Her involvement was disturbing really.
Point of Return definitely weaves solid ground to instill enough plot and characters to carry on this series as we can tell that this is just the beginning. I really hope that Ryker and Faith's love story comes into highlight and that Olivia and Daemon are still heavily kept in the mix as well as Jaden and Jules' past is revealed.
Gosh, I am so on board with this series! I already can't wait for more!!
A great, great start Stacy!
My Rating:
-Overall : 9
-Plot : 8.5-9
-Writing : 8.5-9
-Characters : 8.5-9
-Cover : 8.5-9
☆✮ Deleted Scene ✮☆
“Good
evening, Olivia, I’m Doc.” He was older, maybe in his fifties
like my dad. But his eyes held a tenderness even though I knew he
held a bucket of secrets in them at what he had seen. If he was a
doctor for The Black Death, there was no way of telling the things he
knew. His graying hair was pulled back into a low ponytail at the
base of his neck and I saw a variation of a club’s tattoo on his
neck. The letters “BD” prominently displayed with an arrow woven
through them. He wasn’t just a doctor. He was a member. “It’s
nice to finally meet you. Heard a lot about the Prez’s daughter
over the years.”
My
shoulders tightened at hearing about my dad. I said nothing as I
watched him carefully.
Beneath
me, Daemon’s arm tightened and then let me go. “He has to check
you out, Liv.”
I
bristled at the nickname only he had ever been allowed to call me.
Liv. Live. The one thing I had never truly done.
I
nodded and shifted on the bed as the covers were moved and then
adjusted over my lap. I closed my eyes but gripped Daemon’s hand
with mine.
My
head turned to the side, away from both of them as the pain caused
tears to flow down my cheeks again. At least I didn’t throw up
again.
A
few minutes later, the blankets shifted again and the weight on the
bed told me Doc was done. His warm hand rested on my thigh and I
turned my eyes back to him.
“You’re
a brave girl. I can’t see anything that’s wrong, but I’m going
to give you a shot of Pitocin. It will make your muscles contract and
stop the hemorrhaging.”
“No
shots.” I hated the idea. I hated needles. Ironic that I worked in
a tattoo parlor, I knew that.
He
just nodded and Daemon’s hand gripped mine tighter. “It will only
hurt for a second.”
And then a searing
pain shot through my thigh. It happened right after the warning and I
wasn’t given the time to prepare. I also wasn’t given the time to
tense up.
“Ahhhh!”
I cried out in pain and squeezed Daemon’s hand so tightly I was
certain I could break his bones. He said nothing, but I noticed he
was grinding his teeth together. And then the pain and the needle
were both gone.
Doc
gazed at me with sorrowful eyes. “Sometimes it helps to not know
exactly what’s coming. Sorry for scaring you.”
I
shook my head and squeezed my eyes shut to prevent more tears from
falling. I had cried enough in the last ten hours to last a lifetime.
Probably more than I’d cried in my lifetime.
“You
shouldn’t be alone for the next twelve hours at least.”
“I’ll
stay with her.”
I
glared at Daemon. Maybe I was thankful he came to help, but I
resented him so easily ingratiating himself into my life. “No. You
won’t.” I turned to Doc. “I’ll be fine.”
He
wrote his cell number on a card and dropped it in my lap. “Call me
if you need me.” He nodded at Daemon and then he was gone as
quietly as he came.
“Your
dad will put me to ground if I don’t stay. I’m not leaving you
alone again.” He shoved his hands through his hair, dislodging his
ponytail. I watched his hair fall and frame his face, almost brushing
my forehead he stared at me so closely. “Shit. I never should have
left before. I knew that prick wouldn’t take care of you the right
way.”
I
sat up and pushed him away. I ignored the pain in my abdomen and the
dull ache in my thigh from the needle. “Shut up. You don’t get to
say that shit about Travis. He’s always been there for me.” Like
you weren’t. I let the last of my thought linger silently between
us.
A
muscle in his jaw clenched. “You don’t know shit about what
happened. And I’m not leaving until I know you’re okay.”
“Of
course,” I replied smugly. “Heaven forbid the son my dad never
had walk away from the daughter he never wanted.”
His
lips pressed into a line so thin they disappeared. I watched his
chest heaving deep breaths. He exhaled forcefully, and I smelled his
breathe. Booze and smoke mixed with….sex.
I
gagged. “Get your pussy breath away from me.”
“Jealous?”
An eyebrow rose.
Absolutely
not. The lie twisted in my stomach. I knew the familiar fire in me
that once told me he belonged to me and only me and I’d kick any
girl’s ass who looked at him the wrong way. Growing up in the Black
Death, everyone learned to fight; even the girls. “Disgusted,” I
sneered and rolled away from him. “There’s an extra tooth brush
in the bathroom cupboard. Use it and you can sleep on the couch.”
“I’ll
use the brush,” he spoke softly and rose from the bed. “But I’m
not sleeping on that couch.”
“Then
go home.”
“Liv,”
he scolded in that demanding and confident voice he hadn’t
possessed when we were younger. I turned my head slowly, unable to
ignore him. “I’m not leaving. I’m going to brush my teeth,
climb into your bed, and take care of you the way a man should. Just
because you’ve been with that prick for so long, doesn’t mean you
shouldn’t know what it’s like to have a real man around.”
“And
you’re going to teach me, I take it.”
“I’ll
teach you everything you want to know.” He smiled seductively.
“Fuck
off.”
“We
can do that, too,” he muttered under his breath as he walked toward
the bathroom.
I
ignored it.
I
also ignored him when he climbed back into my bed in only his boxer
briefs and pulled me to his chest.
Then
I ignored the way my heart skipped a beat at the feel of his arms
wrapped around me and his warm, fresh minty breath on my neck, and
the way the scruff of his cheek tickled my sensitive neck skin.
I
hated him. I hated his life and everything he stood for. I hated the
way he left me, feeling used and tossed aside for the promises made
by my lying asshole of my father.
Mostly,
I hated that my heart clearly didn’t think the same things as my
head. Wrapped in Daemon’s arms felt too comfortable, too much like
the safety of home I hadn’t had in years.
So
I ignored all that too and closed my eyes.
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