You first met the sexy biker, Cannon Banks in Out of the
Darkness.
Now he gets his own story in the first book of a brand new
series!
Are you ready to travel back to his home town of Redemption,
Tennessee?
It’s going to be a wild ride.
Having grown up trapped in a gilded cage, the events of one
tragic night changed everything.
Farah Highland was raised with more money than most people could
ever dream of, but with that wealth and privilege came cold indifference and
cruelty. Determined to start living for herself, Farah cut ties with everything
and everyone she’d ever known for the chance at starting over in the foothills
of the Smoky Mountains.
Notorious town playboy, Cannon Banks grew up living the good
life. He had it all, loving parents, good friends, and a face and body that
drove women wild. Love and commitment were the last things on his mind . . .
until he locked eyes with a woman across a crowded bar, and everything changed
in a heartbeat.
There’s just one problem. Bad Alibi’s newest waitress wants
nothing to do with him. But he’s nothing if not determined.
Cannon and Farah are about to enter into a battle of wills.
May the best man . . . or woman, win.
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Johnaka's Review
“A fresh start, 5 stars”
Farah came to Redemption for a fresh start. She grew up hearing stories of the town so when she decided to leave her old life it seemed like the place to go. All she wants to do is work to keep her hands busy, restore her house, and find out who she is and what she likes. What she didn’t expect was Cannon. Will she take a risk on him when love isn’t exactly on her radar?
Cannon had always been told when you know you know. Well he knew he wanted Farah when he saw her, and she cemented that when he got to know her. But when he finds out who she is and where she comes from will he be able to handle it? He’s a small-town simple man who loves his bike. She comes from a world of old money; will he be able to make her happy? Outside of the bedroom of course, because he’s got that on lock. Only one way to find out.
I FLOVED Bad Alibi. I loved how the town took Farah in and made her one of their own. I’m from a small town but would easily without question trade mine for Redemption. The chemistry between Farah and Cannon was off the charts. I fell in love with not only them but the side characters. I cannot wait to see what Prince does next.
Plot-5/5 Characters-5/5 Heat-5/5 Writing style-5/5 Overall-5/5
Lifting the beer bottle to my lips, I took a pull as I
stared around in wonder at my new house. Typically, I would have toasted
something as awesome as moving into my brand new dream home with a glass of
champagne, but I lived in a biker town and I was dating a biker. There was no
way the people in my life now were going to drink champagne, so when Darla and
Buck showed up to join in the celebration, they brought a case of beer with
them.
And I was just fine with that.
The last moving truck had taken off five minutes earlier,
and even though every piece of furniture was right where it was supposed to be,
there was still a lot of work to be done. Unlike Cannon, I fully intended to
put my stamp on this beautiful old Victorian. There were boxes to unpack, art and
pictures to hang, and toss pillows to toss. It would take several more shopping
trips to fill all the space; a challenge I was more than up for.
But all of that could wait. I was finally home, and that was
the only thing that mattered to me.
Clay and his men had done better than I could have imagined.
Every room was warm and inviting and absolutely perfect. They’d even worked a
miracle with my bedroom walls. You couldn’t even see the crappy paint job I’d
done when you looked at it now.
I thought back to that very first day, when I’d stepped
through that front door into a dilapidated pit. I thought back to the warmth
rooting in my chest, and I knew I’d never forget that moment, because it was
the exact same warmth I felt as I looked at all my friends and family gathered
in my new kitchen, drinking beer and cutting up.
Bennett and Jase were there. Cannon, Shane, Brantley, and
Poppy. Banks had shown up with Bev earlier to help with the move. Scooter was
there with his wife, along with Danno and Fletch. Several of my regulars at the
bar had come bearing housewarming gifts. Everyone I cared about was standing in
this room, and as I looked around, I discovered something that had me
dangerously close to tears.
I didn’t have enough chairs.
“What’s on your mind, sweet pea?” Jase asked, coming over
and slinging his arm around my shoulders. “This is supposed to be a happy day,
and you look like you’re about to start crying.”
“I don’t have enough chairs,” I whispered, my voice scratchy
with emotion.
He looked down at me like I had lost my mind. “You’re about
to burst into tears because you don’t have enough chairs? That’s an easy enough
fix, Farah. Or have you forgotten you’re loaded?”
I let out a watery laugh and smacked him in his stomach.
“It’s not that, you jerk. I’m not upset.”
“Then what is it?”
“All my life, I’ve only had two people, Jase. You and
Bennett, that’s it. And that was always enough for me. I was lucky, having the
two of you. But now . . . now I have this.” I waved my arm out. “Now I have so
many people who mean something to me that I don’t have enough chairs for them
all to sit in. So, yeah, I’m close to crying, but it’s only because I’m
incredibly, stupidly happy.”
Born and raised around Houston Texas, Jessica spent most of
her life complaining about the heat, humidity, and all around pain in the ass
weather. It was only as an adult that she quickly realized the cost of living
in Houston made up for not being able to breathe when she stepped outside.
That’s why God created central air, after all.
Jessica is the mother of a perfect little boy–she refuses to
accept that he inherited her attitude and sarcastic nature no matter what her
husband says.
In addition to being a wife and mom, she’s also a wino, a
coffee addict, and an avid lover of all types of books–romances still being her
all time favs. Her husband likes to claim that reading is her obsession but she
just says it’s a passion…there’s a difference. Not that she’d expect a boy to
understand.
Jessica has been writing since she was a little girl, but
thankfully grew out of drawing her own pictures for her stories before ever
publishing her first book. Because an artist she is not.
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