Thursday, 7 March 2019

Zero Tolerance - Autumn Jones Lake - Blog Tour



ZERO TOLERANCE (LOST KINGS MC #12)
by Autumn Jones Lake
Release Date: February 22nd
Photographer: Wander Aguiar
Cover Designed by: Letitia Hasser, RBA Designs
Cover Model: Justin





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As Vice President of the Lost Kings Motorcycle Club, I’ve spent a lot of years as a hit-it-and-quit-it player only seeking a good time. Willing women are never in short supply.
More than one night? No thanks.
Until I met her.
My perfect woman. Like a damn mermaid, she was beautiful, smart, sexy, and slippery as fuck.
I thought I’d convinced her we’d be good together long-term, but then she disappeared without a word.
Three years.
That’s how long it’s been since I saw her.
Took me a while, but I finally moved on.
Then out of nowhere, my mythical woman resurfaces.
She forgot to mention one little thing before she vanished.
One small secret growing up into a big lie.
It’s a betrayal too deep to overcome.
I should hate her.
Even though she’s heartbreak wrapped in a seductive package.
I want her more than ever.
*Can be read as a standalone.




5 Stars

After twelve novels, I really don't know how Autumn keeps coming up with plot lines that are not only engaging but completely unique and captivating.  I've been a huge fan of Z's since he was first introduced, and I was oh so eager to discover more of his and Lily's story. 

Autumn Jones Lake is the queen of cliffhanger endings and Zero Tolerance is no exception.  This title is full of action, passion, drama and romance.   that will leave you with more questions than answers. 

Told from multiple points of view, we learn more about Angus Frazier and get to see another side to the intense, yet fun ladies man that is Z.  Lily is incredibly strong, yet secretive and as much as her secretive nature frustrated me, it also left me intrigued and eager for more. 

Despite the tumultuous past this pair share, their sexual tension is palpable even when they are pushing each other apart. 

Chance is simply adorable, and I cannot wait for more of their story. 





Lilly
I guess I had that coming. Of course, Z has girls calling him. I’m surprised there haven’t been more honestly.
It was obvious from the look on his face, she wasn’t an employee from the club.
At least he’s polite enough to go outside.
Pretending it doesn’t bother me, I concentrate on the schedule I was writing out for Z.
The door quietly shuts, and I force myself not to look up at Z. If he says he has to leave, it’s going to hurt, which is stupid, so I’d rather just pretend he’s not even here.
“Sorry about that.” The couch dips as Z reclaims his spot.
“That’s okay.” I rip off the top sheet of the notepad and hand it to him. “It’s only a rough schedule.” I’m so nervous, unsettled, whatever you want to call it, my shoulders jerk. I stand and tug my stupid dress down. “I’m tired. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Lilly, wait.” He grabs for my hand as I pass, but I yank it away. My bare leg brushes against the rough fabric of his jeans and there’s a stirring inside me I haven’t felt in a long time. Maybe not since the last—
Nope. Don’t go there.
Fast, I walk out of the room and slam the door to my bedroom shut. Tears threaten to fall, which just makes me angry. I’m still holding the pen and notepad in my hand and I chuck them against the wall.
“Lilly.” The door opens, bumping into me, knocking me forward. “Shit, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t you knock?” I turn, hoping my glare is enough to chase him off.
Click. He closes the door oh so quietly and stands there. Head cocked, eyes roaming over me.
“What’s the matter?”
There’s the silent, cocky, smug Z I remember. He’s been off his game since we ran into each other. My fault, I know. But I figured this part of him would resurface eventually.
“Nothing. I told you. I’m tired.” I curl my fingers into the skirt of my dress and flap the material around. “I want to change.”
I tilt my head toward the door, hoping he’ll take the hint and get out.
But no, he crosses his arms over his chest and continues to stare at me.
“Do you need help opening the door?”
He squints. “Are you mad at me?”
“No. I’m tired,” I answer slowly.
I try to edge past him, but he grabs my arm, and spins me around, pulling me into his arms.
Oh shit.
My back hits the door with a thud and he swoops in, kissing the small, surprised cry away.
This is bad.
My hands explore his shoulders and creep up into his hair. It’s cut short, almost buzzed, not nearly enough to curl my fingers in the way I used to.
So bad.
I pull away and he growls, dragging me back. “Z, wait. What are we doing?”
He squeezes his eyes shut and shakes his head. “I’m sorry,” I whisper, touching his cheek. “So—”
“Stop.” He shakes off my hand. “I don’t want to want you this way. I’m fucking furious with you.”
“I know,” I whisper.
“You haven’t even told me why.”
And I never will.
I swallow hard and look away. The pain in his voice kills me. Because I put it there and I can’t undo it.
He reaches for me again, settling his hand on my hip, playing with my dress. “This has been driving me nuts all night.”
I bat my eyelashes and peek up at him. “Well, I was trying to change into something else.”
He lets out another growl and the hand on my hip tightens. He picks me up, moving me away from the door. His mouth crashes against mine. Confident. In charge. This is the Z I remember.





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