Review & Giveaway! WILD RIDE by Julie Ann Walker

Review & Giveaway! WILD RIDE by Julie Ann Walker

The hero we’ve all been waiting for…

 

Ethan “Ozzie” Sykes

Former Navy SEAL

Underground operator for Black Knights Inc., the covert government defense firm disguised as a custom motorcycle shop

 

In a black-on-black international mission that went seriously sideways, Ozzie was badly injured—now he’s stuck at BKI headquarters in Chicago, champing at the bit to get out into the field again. To his disgust, he’s tasked with distracting Chicago Tribune ace reporter Samantha Tate, who’s been trying to dig up the dirt on BKI for years. Turns out Samantha’s beauty, intelligence and sense of humor are a seriously big distraction, and Ozzie’s losing his desire to keep her at bay.

 

Ozzie’s tired of hiding, and Samantha may be the best—and worst—person to share his secrets with…

 

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How was it possible she could not only like, but lust after a complete sociopath? A lying, gunrunning piece of shit?

That’s taking a penchant for bad boys to a whole new level, don’t you think?

Problem was, the Ozzie she’d gotten to know didn’t seem like a bad boy. In fact, she’d come to believe that everything she suspected about BKI was dead wrong. After years of dodging her, a few months ago the Black Knights had finally invited her on a tour of their shop. Ozzie had been her guide, and he had managed to convince her that the brusque men of BKI weren’t hiding anything nefarious, and that the big compound with its various outbuildings and huge factory warehouse was exactly what it was purported to be, a top-of-the-line custom bike-building shop that catered to an elite crowd of motorcycle enthusiasts who didn’t just want a form of transportation, but a piece of rolling art. He’d won her over with his smile, his razor-sharp mind, and his geeky penchant for all things Star Trek and eighties.

Her mind flashed back to a day six weeks earlier. Winter had finally released its icy grip on the city, and the first true promise of spring had hung in the air. Ozzie had phoned her at work, telling her it was the perfect day for a motorcycle ride and begging her to come for one. As soon as she’d typed up the last of her assignments, she had run out the front door of the Tribune Tower to find him idling by the curb on his big purple-and-green custom Harley.

The bike was a wonder of chrome and steel and whimsical paint.

The man was a wonder of muscle and strength and funny quips.

They had ridden along Lake Shore Drive for hours, watching the sun turn the waves on Lake Michigan to burnished gold. And she had fallen for him then. Just a little. Fallen for how easy he was to talk to. Fallen for how fun he was to be around. Fallen for the simple…joy he brought to her heart.

But it’s all a lie!

A big, fat, stinking lie. And she didn’t know whether to scream with disappointment or scratch his gorgeous, criminal eyes right out of his gorgeous, criminal head. Keeping up pretenses, acting like nothing had happened today, like she didn’t know the truth, was taking everything she had.

Beneath the bar, her knees shook. The gin, which usually gave her a warm, rosy glow, soured in her stomach. And emblazoned on the backs of her eyelids every time she blinked was the look of frightened sincerity in Marcel’s eyes when he told her who the Black Apostles, Chicago’s most notorious South Side gang, were buying their guns from.

Play it cool, Sammie.

Yeah, right. Easier said than done when she was sitting beside two arms dealers. But if she had any hope of blowing the lid off Black Knights Inc., of getting the evidence she needed for Legal to sign off on the investigative story she would write, she had to maintain the status quo. And lest she make Ozzie suspicious, she had to keep on keeping on as if she didn’t know what he was.

“Well, hello, Ozzie,” a pert blond in slacks and a formfitting maroon blouse slurred, sidling up to Ozzie like a cheerleader to a quarterback. Somehow she managed to squeeze herself between Samantha and the lying asshole. That’s how Samantha was going to refer to him from here on out. Not Ozzie, but Lying Asshole. Lying Criminal Asshole. “My friend over there told me I should come and introduce myself to you.”

“Oh, uh…” Ozzie said haltingly, glancing into the mirror at the women by the pool table. “Hi. Which friend is—”

“The redhead. Gloria. She was a brunette when the two of you hooked up.” The blond tried to bat her lashes, but the booze in her blood made the move look less sexy and more like she had glue stuck in one eye. “My name is Janie, by the way. And Gloria told me to tell you I have a really small…” She glanced around and leaned in close to whisper something in Ozzie’s ear.

Even though he was a lying criminal asshole, Samantha felt jealousy bubble in her guts, all green and gross and altogether obnoxious.

But it’s not for this Ozzie, she assured herself. It’s for the Ozzie I thought he was.

Fake Ozzie was wonderful. Fake Ozzie had walked around Lincoln Park Zoo with his face painted like a lion because they had passed the kiddie station and she had dared him to have it done. Fake Ozzie had hired a singing stripper telegram to stop by her apartment the morning of her birthday. When the “UPS driver” began to take off his shirt while doing his best Paul McCartney impression and serenading her with the Beatles’ “Birthday” song, she had never laughed so hard in her whole life.

Fake Ozzie had brought her chicken soup, the entire DVD collection of Orange Is the New Black, and two bottles of NyQuil when she came down with a wretched cold. He had knocked on her door and left all the stuff outside with a card that had the Starship Enterprise printed on the front. Inside had been an inscription in his decisive hand that read: Get well soon so you can…live long and prosper.

Yes, Fake Ozzie was a gorgeous, geeky, wonderful man. Too bad Fake Ozzie was a big ol’ phony.

The laugh he managed when the blond trailed a bloodred fingernail over his jaw before turning to stumble back to her friends was forced and hoarse-sounding. If Samantha wasn’t mistaken, there was a slight flush on his cheeks when he pinned his eyes to his pint glass, refusing to meet her stare in the mirror.

“Sweet fuck all.” Christian’s face was the epitome of incredulity. “Do you have some sort of magical pecker?”

“I—” Ozzie began, but was cut off by a discordant jangle coming from Samantha’s purse.

Saved by the bell. She was a wreck, completely devastated, and the last thing she wanted to talk about, to think about, was Ozzie’s penis. His lying, criminal—likely big and lovely—penis.

Julie Ann Walker finally gives fans the book they have been waiting impatiently for featuring beloved hero Ethan “Ozzie” Sykes.  Wild Ride is well, a Wild Ride from start to finish.  Ozzie has always been the sarcastic, funny guy with a heart of gold.  He has appealed to me and many others since the beginning of the Black Knight’s Inc. series.  Wild Ride is book nine so it’s been a bit of a wait and well worth it. Reporter Samantha Tate is the perfect woman to wrangle Ozzie and steal his heart.  I love books where the hero and heroine have chemistry in the bedroom and these two do but what I like more is their humorous yet serious banter.

Ozzie and Samantha are both dedicated to their jobs and unfortunately that puts them at odds since Ozzie is supposed to keep Samantha from discovering the real work Black Knight’s Inc. does.  Thankfully, life sometimes forces people to confront their feelings and evaluate what is important in life.

Samantha is hysterically funny at the beginning when she…I don’t want to give anything away so I will just say she is electrifyingly determined to save her own butt. Ms. Walker knows how to throw her characters into a serious situation and make it funny without losing the intensity in Wild Ride.

The suspense plot in Wild Ride is great but the exploration of Ozzie and Samantha’s interpersonal relationship steals the show. Wild Ride has the right stuff! Wild Ride is a hold on to the seat of your pants and your heart read!  Walker can always be counted on to keep you entertained throughout her books and keep you coming back for more.  Nine books down in the Black Knight’s Inc. series and I for one am looking forward to more.

Julie Ann Walker is the USA Today and New York Times Bestselling Author of the Black Knights Inc. romantic suspense series. She is prone to spouting movie quotes and song lyrics. She’ll never say no to sharing a glass of wine or going for a long walk. She prefers impromptu travel over the scheduled kind, and she takes her coffee with milk. You can find her on her bicycle along the lake shore in Chicago or blasting away at her keyboard, trying to wrangle her capricious imagination into submission. For more information, please visit www.julieannwalker.com or follow her on Facebook www.facebook.com/jawalkerauthor and/or Twitter @JAWalkerAuthor.


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One Response to Review & Giveaway! WILD RIDE by Julie Ann Walker

  1. Ahhhh….Ozzie…..Loved getting his story!

    Most of the books in the series are stand alones but you will appreciate this book so much more having read at least one or more of the series first. Ozzie is the fun loving, full of life, geek, nerdy cutie pie of the team. He is friends with everyone and everyone else loves him as well. You need some of his history in order to truly appreciate this story.

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