#RideOrDie: Meet Your Next Biker Book – Fury by Cat Porter
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We are so excited to share with you our recommendation for your next biker book, Fury by Cat Porter
Author: Cat Porter
Genres: Dark MC Romance, Romantic Suspense
Release Date: June 2, 2017
I still have the dreams, baby. Do you?
In mine, I plead and wait for your touch to come like it always did.
But it never does.
I strain against the iron, but you’re no longer there in the shadows.
One single shard of deep dark hope was enough back then.
My claws, your fangs have sunk deep.
Follow my trail of blood,
my trail of anger, desolation.
Am I the same man?
Brewed on vengeance,
laced with tenderness,
my fury for you.
Chained in brutal darkness, they fell in love. Free in the world, they were torn apart. Empires rise, empires fall, and still, she burns in his soul. But between them now runs a wild river of ambition, greed, and blood. So much blood. He’ll do anything for revenge, and she’ll do anything to protect him. Love and vengeance are the same kind of savage…
**This is for mature readers only! Graphic sexual situations and trigger warnings. Some situations may not be comfortable for all readers.
FURY on Audiobook /Aiden Snow & Noelle Bridges narrating
Fury by Cat Porter
Rosa’s rating: 5 of 5 iScream Cones
“Why did we have to sacrifice love for love?”
Taking a chance on Cat Porter’s debut novel, Lock & Key, was one of the smartest things I’ve ever done. She slayed me with her story telling magic and her smooth writing style. She won me over and I’ve been a fierce fan ever since. She may very well be my favorite author. I can’t say for sure because favorite authors are like your children, you love them fiercely and can’t choose one over the other because each have their own unique traits. Let’s just say she’s most definitely up at the very top. I can say with certainty that every one of her books have surpassed the five star limitation placed on reviews, and deserve so many more. I look forward to every single one. The line forms here…
I can’t tell you what Fury is about. I can tell you to clear your calendar and set aside a good amount of time to read it. It’s a long story, and it deserves your undivided attention. Prepare yourself with snacks, hydration, a fan and some tissues. Hang a DO NOT DISTURB sign on the door of your writing cave, and do the same with your cell phone. Expect the unexpected, open your mind and your heart, and hold on tight. You will experience every emotion, and your head will be so full of thoughts and feelings that you won’t be able to stop thinking about it for a long time. And when you make it to the end, you’ll be changed. Welcome to the Cat Porter Fan Club…
I’ll leave you with some F-WORDS: Fury, Fear, #Fingered, Fantasize, Forgiveness, Falter, Freak, Flail, Friend, Follow, Faithful, Finality, Forgotten, Fleeting, Fall, Feelings, Frozen, Fashion, Flowers, Flight, Favors, Future, Fight, Force, Forever, Flames, Fire, Fault, Furious, Full, Favorite, Find, Fabulous! FanFuckingTastic!…
by Cat Porter © 2017
The second we got to the room, Finger kicked the door shut, locking it. We yanked at each other’s clothes and humped on the floor like desperate animals in heat. We were desperate, desperate for each other, desperate for our closeness, for that joy that only being together brought us. The moment he’d first entered me, a flash of blue light had flared behind my lids. I was ecstatic, there was no getting enough of him.
We made it to the bed for the next round.
We slid back to the floor for the next.
“Holy shit, are those J’s?” His index finger traced a line down the back of my thigh to my calf.
“Hmm, a chain of Justins just for me.”
“Fuck.” He dove between my legs again.
A few hours later we forced ourselves to stand upright and shower and get dressed again. If we didn’t, we’d stay on that floor all night, which would be great, but we wanted to do things together. We wanted to do normal things like any other couple.
Life had taught us to make every moment count, to not take anything for granted, so we would make memories and have experiences we could wrap ourselves in and hold onto until the next time we’d be together. Whenever that would be. But we wouldn’t dwell on that shit now.
He had his colors covered in a hoodie, a baseball cap pulled down low, and the hood of his jacket over that and up around the sides of his face. The scars on his cheeks made recognizing him easy. I had a lot of heavy eyeliner on, brown contact lenses, fake glasses, and a short blonde wig.
We had a burrito dinner at a store front walk-in named Mi Ranchito, strolled around Navy Pier people gawking, then headed toward a big movie theater complex on Chestnut St. After the sci-fi movie finished, we walked up swanky Michigan Avenue joined at the hip, our arms wrapped around each other’s waists. Finger was patient with every stop I made to ooh and ahh at the designer clothes in the windows of fancy department stores.
We stopped in front of an Azzedine Alaia window at Barneys. “I was here last week with this woman I met at my store, Ciara. I helped her find a dress for this fancy dinner party she was going to with her boyfriend. She dropped a huge wad of his cash without blinking. He’s some mafia guy.”
Finger’s head snapped at me. “What? Who?”
“Turo DeMarco. He’s with the Guardino family,” I whispered.
“I haven’t met him, and I would never tell Ciara anything about me, about us.”
His face was eerily pale under the bright disco type lighting from the Alaia window display. “I know, but—”
“I realize the Guns have connections to organized crime and gangs all over the Midwest. Med was always pissed off at somebody and used to tell me shit he didn’t trust to anyone else, a lot of stuff he probably shouldn’t have. I think he considered me a deaf mute most of the time.”
Finger leaned into me, his eyes hard. “Baby, you got to be real careful here. Real careful. If this Turo ever finds out who you are, you just don’t know how he’ll react or what his boss’s relationship is with Med—or was. Fuck, nobody knows that shit for sure.”
“I know. You’re right.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t be such good pals with this…”
His lips pressed together, the scars on his face tightened. We left the dazzle of Barneys behind us and walked in a tense silence for several blocks, his hand squeezing mine.
We got ice cream cones at Ghirardelli’s new ice cream shop, and he swallowed his in four bites. I laughed, and in response, he took a bite of my fudge chocolate and coffee ice cream wrapped in a homemade cone. I took a bite after him, the ice cream smudging my cheek. He leaned over and swiped at my face with his tongue then kissed me. Sweet cream, cool chocolate. These were the flavors, the sensations of happiness, weren’t they? I kissed him back, wanting more, always more, and he bit my lips.
“Ah!” I pulled back, and he chomped on my vulnerable cone, devouring the last bit.
“It’s so good.” Finger laughed, a hand wiping at his mouth.
I punched at his massive, solid shoulder. “The last bite is always the best.”
“I know,” he said, eyeing me. He brushed my cheek with his cold, wet lips. “I’ll make it up to you, baby. I promise I’ll lick you better than I did that ice cream cone.” He bit my earlobe. “And bite you.”
“Hmm.” I licked my fingers, my insides as gooey as the melted ice cream.
But I couldn’t wait.
I tugged on his hand, leading him around the corner. A narrow side street. A tower of fire escapes gleamed at us overhead. I stepped in a puddle as I pulled him against me, leaning against the slimy graffitied wall. We kissed hard, and I lifted a leg around his hips, pressing into his erection.
He chuckled under his breath as I unsnapped the buttons on my bodysuit between my legs, under my skirt. He fumbled with his jeans and hoisted me up. I slid my hand over his smooth, hard length and guided it to where I needed it to be. I tightened my insides around him, holding onto his cock.
“Baby, shit.” He throbbed, his body stiffening against mine. “Jesus.”
The world moved around us in the shadowy dark as we took our bite of bright heaven.
We ended up at Dave & Busters, a new large arcade on North Clark Street and played pin ball and race car games. Finger played a shooting game, a huge plastic rifle in his hands, his shoulders rigid with focus. He landed every bullseye. He was good.
Of course he was good. This was a game played for tokens with imaginary digital targets, but out there on the street, on the road it was the life he lived. I’d lived it too.
We exited the arcade, and I spotted a photo booth at the entrance.
“Come here!” I tugged him inside and pushed him down on the stool. I sat in his lap, and he pulled me in close. Popping change in the slot, we posed making faces, crossing our eyes, another with our tongues sticking out and touching, the last with our faces pressed together, serious.
We waited, and finally, the strip landed in my eager hand. “Oh, look. I love them.”
He kissed the side of my face. “You’re going to have to get rid of it, though. Promise me. Tomorrow, rip it up, throw it away. Leave no clues behind.”
“I know,” I said, my fingers clinging to the edge of the damp strip of photos. “I know.”
Cat Porter on FURY
Did you have an inspiration for Finger as you wrote?
There were plenty of tattooed hotties on Instagram who were inspirations, but emotionally it was Heathcliff from “Wuthering Heights.” Like Heathcliff, Finger is rootless and unwanted as a boy. His only true home is his lover’s heart and soul. He’s ambitious and determined and goes on to make something of himself, his own empire in fact, but it’s his savage love for Lenore that fuels everything he does, with her and without her. He will never love anyone else, will never give himself over to anyone but her. Even when they’re separated, and all seems bleak, it’s always her. But unlike Heathcliff and Cathy these two get their much deserved and hard won happy ever after and when they finally do, it’s so gratifying!
Fury is a standalone and spinoff of your Lock & Key series, and it follows the timeline of the entire four books. How crazy was that to write?
It was nuts but it was so much fun to revisit the “old days” of the Jacks club, and wind Finger’s life around certain moments of the Jacks. Keeping track of it all in edits was rough, but it got done. I kept focusing on the fact that Finger was an inspiration to Dig (main character from the L&K series) and it was fun to figure out how each had touched each other’s lives in subtle ways over the years. I love that, because you never know—it can be in the small, unexpected moments that major life changing realizations happen and this time we are in Finger’s head watching Dig and Grace, for example. I managed to do the same with Grace and Lenore too. This let me show events from the past that we’ve previously heard about, but have never seen, and that was so satisfying to do. I got to bring so many characters’ issues to full circle for my readers.
More so than your Lock & Key books, “Fury” is brutally violent and darker. Did you feel you had to go there for Finger’s story?
I really did. Finger is a deeply scarred man on the outside and the inside but his will to survive is relentless. Lenore’s will is strong too to the point of harsh. Neither had role models in life to look up to and learn from, so they are both doing the best they can, functioning on instinct and pure will and they are both grim realists after all they’ve endured. Lenore makes particularly hard decisions because she truly feels she’s at the end of the road, that something has to give. It’s not easy for her, not at all. The outlaw world that Finger is involved in is 1% so there’s no glossing over the realities of what it takes to function and survive in that world, and I didn’t want to gloss over them, I couldn’t. I had to face them myself and let Finger roar.
Your upcoming release is the story of Turo, a mafia figure we briefly meet in “Fury.”
Yes! It’s funny because Finger showed up in book 2 of the Lock & Key series, very briefly, and he’d made a huge impression on me as well as my readers. And fans kept asking me about Finger and wanted to know more. I put him in books 3 and 4 too giving him a more important role in events, and I couldn’t wait to give him his own book after all that! So in “Fury,” Turo appeared and fans had the same reaction to him as they’d had to Finger. Very intrigued and excited by him, and so was I. Writing his story was the logical next step because I wanted to find out more about him myself, just like I had done with Finger. And he is his own wild, unexpected experience in “Dagger in the Sea.”
Coming June 6th!
”The velvet tongue”
That’s what they hear
“The silent fixer”
That’s what they whisper
“Turo DeMarco can slice you with that smile”
It’s been known to happen
But the one truth they don’t know could get me killed.
It’s already gotten me thrown into the fire.
I’m the rising dark star of Chicago’s criminal underworld, but I’ve been warned, and I have one chance to make things right, flying halfway around the world to do it.
Then one hot AF heiress gets in my way with an unforgettable kiss and a blast of gunfire, hurling us both into the eye of a Mediterranean hurricane, tangling us in the ultimate high stake game
Our impulsive escape to a Greek island exposes cruel lies, sour truths, explosive passion…and bares our bitter souls
I was always told that actions speak louder than words,
and Adriana proved it to me.
Yet there’s one thing that speaks even louder—
Blood in my heart, blood on my hands.
Blood never lies, never plays games.
Neither do I.
Cat Porter was born and raised in New York City, but also spent a few years in Texas and Europe along the way, which made her as wanderlusty as her parents. As an introverted, only child, she had very big, but very secret dreams for herself.
She graduated from Vassar College, was a struggling actress, an art gallery girl, special events planner, freelance writer, restaurant hostess, and had all sorts of other crazy jobs all hours of the day and night to help make those dreams come true.
She has two children’s books traditionally published under her maiden name.
She now lives on a beach outside of Athens, Greece with her husband and three children, and freaks out regularly, still daydreams way too much, and now truly doesn’t give AF.
She is addicted to reading, cafés on the beach, the Greek islands, Instagram, Pearl Jam, her husband’s homemade red wine, dark chocolate, and reallllllly good coffee.
Writing has always kept her somewhat sane, extremely happy, and a productive member of society.
We’re teaming up with Collector of Book Boyfriends and Of Pens & Pages to bring you another Book Tour – this time we’re focusing on biker books.
Join us in May for this Bikers Rally. May is Motorcycle Safety Awareness Month and we want to celebrate our favorite Motorcycle Romances by spotlighting them in May. As the weather warms up we see more bikers on the road, and now the bloggers below are going to introduce you to some of their favorite: Biker Romance books.
We’re excited to share with you the tour schedule for: MEET YOUR NEXT BIKER BOOK.
Here is the 2018 tour line up:
Beware Of The Reader
(Nine Minutes by Beth Flynn)
Collector of Book Boyfriends (Angy)
(Sin City Outlaws series by MN Forgy)
Collector of Book Boyfriends (Ralou)
(Cartel by Lili St. Germain)
Read More Sleep Less
(Ride Steady by Kristen Ashley)
The Book Disciple
(Judgement Road by Christine Feehan)
Ramblings of a Bookworm
(Hyde’s Absolution by Nina Levine)
iScream Books Blog
(Fury by Cat Porter)
Let’s Read Romance
(Driving Whiskey Wild by Melissa Foster)
Book Babes Unite
(Walk Through Fire by Kristen Ashley)
Book and a Blanket
(Undeniable series by Madeline Sheehan)
Musings of the Modern Belle
(Welcome to the Dark Side by Giana Darling)
Tied up in Romance
(Deep Redemption by Tillie Cole)
Of Pens and Pages
(Brazen Bulls MC series by Susan Fanetti)
The Fairest of All Book Reviews
(Counter To My Intelligence by Lani Lynn Vale)
We’re looking forward to you meeting our favorite biker books. 🙂
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