White Knuckles is the seventh full-length novel in the popular Lost Kings MC series. It is suggested readers have at least read books four through six in the series before reading White Knuckles.
I’m sorry. I promise to keep my commitment cooties away from you.
Find the woman whose demons play nice with yours. That’s what it’s all about, brother.
I liked my life, before we… figured things out between us. But everything was in sepia tones. Nice to look at. Adequate. With you… with us together, everything is in vibrant, pulsing color, and I can’t wait to open my eyes every morning and see what’s around me.
And you’re a good-looking guy in his prime… Women’s ovaries start tap-dancing when they see you.
Not that I know what I’m talking about, but I think the key to marriage is not to marry someone you can live with, but to marry the one you can’t live without.
Autumn Jones Lake has made my week as she pens my favorite MC series, not that I’m a muffler bunny, but I do enjoy varying my reading genres. Shortly after picking up the first book, Slow Burn, the Lost Kings quickly became my favorite group of handsome, nasty talking, witty, sexy, and smart-mouthed alpha bad boys – hands down. They cannot seem to speak without swearing (even when they try) and tease, bicker, prank, and banter 90% of the time. They may be tatted, tough, and rough around the edges; but they are marshmallows and teddy bears with their women, and also provide after school programs and quietly aid in protecting their community. Of the books in the series that I have had the pleasure of reading, White Knuckles was the steamiest and sweetest love story of the bunch. I adored seeing the moody and perpetually cranky Wrath evolving into a sweet and considerate other half with Trinity, which hasn’t always been the case with this couple as he had been such a bitter and nasty buggah to her in previous installments. Little Trinity has brought the big man to his knees, as she is the only one who ever could have, and despite how vulnerable that makes him, Wrath wouldn’t have it any other way. Despite having some nail biting scenes due to some bad business the club needed to sort and handle, the storyline was focused on the love story, wedding prep, and relationship issues of the club. The writing was engaging, amusing, easy to follow, and packed with creative and highly sensual sexcapades, amusing banter, and snarky wit. White Knuckles resides at the top of my list as my all time favorite MC book. All hail the Lost Kings!
“I love being with you,” Wyatt says as if he’d read my thoughts.
I squeeze his hand. “I love being with you, too. We have fun together, right?”
“Always, Trinity.” He stops and glances down at me with a serious expression. “Not just the sex—although, that’s fucking awesome.”
“Fuck yeah, it is,” I tease, jabbing my finger in his gut. That was stupid. His stomach’s like a brick wall. “Ow. I think I broke a nail.”
“Nutty girl.” He tugs me along a faint path through the woods. The trail follows a small stream, and I keep stopping to see if there are any fish.
“We don’t have any poles,” Wyatt says, stopping to check the water with me.
“What, you can’t play Tarzan and catch one with your bare hands for me?”
He busts up laughing. “I can, if that’s what you want.” He stops and pulls me close. “What do you think about owning a cabin up here? Like this one?”
“We just built a house. You want to move here?” Is he suggesting leaving the club? I can’t imagine Wyatt wanting to do that.
“No. A vacation place. To get away from everything when we need to.”
“Oh. Sure,” I say off the cuff, certain he’s not serious, but his next words knock me sideways.
“It would make a nice wedding present for my girl.”
“What? Did you…is it ours?”
“Not yet. I wanted to see if we liked it first. The owner’s had it on the market for a while, so I think we can get it for a good price.”
The way he keeps saying we, even though I haven’t really done anything to contribute to our finances, I don’t know, it does something to me. It’s a silly thing to fixate on at the moment, but I can’t help it.
“I love it here. But I love wherever we go as long as we’re together.”
He gives me a soft smile and kisses my forehead.
“Really, Wyatt. Whatever you want is fine by me.”
“I’ve seen the pictures of your dream house on the beach,” he teases.
“Mmm…a hut in Belize where you can run around in a loin cloth all day would be perfection,” I joke back.
His mouth lifts into a sexy smirk. “That might be a little out of our price range right now.”
“Cabin in the woods works for me, too. I’ll follow you anywhere.”
He takes my hand again. We traipse through the woods together, enjoying the quiet. My stomach growls and I’m about to tell Wyatt I want to head back, when he suddenly stops.
“What?” I giggle and he shushes me.All the fun is sucked right out of our morning.
Autumn was born and raised in upstate New York. She still enjoys all four seasons there with her very own alpha hero and their dogs.
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