Jaci J

Jaci J's Series reading order 

Hell's Disciples

• The Ride #1 ~ My Review
• Crash and Burn #2 ~ My Review
• The Rage #3 ~ My Review
• The Run #4
• The Riot #5

Sick and Twisted

• Sick Bastard #1
• Twisted Bitch #2

The Rage (Hell's Disciples #3) By Jaci J

Buy Link: The Rage

They say love comes in all shapes and sizes, and is found in the most unexpected places. I wasn't looking for anything when I knocked on that big, wooden door, but what I got was a rude ass, leather wearing biker who made me feel, and want things I never thought were possible. 

Rampage is crude, rude, and tough. He’s everything I’m not, but he’s everything I need. He’s my strength when I’m weak, my shoulder to lean on when the weight of my world gets too heavy. He’s my voice when I don’t have one, and he holds me up when I need it the most. 

Love is for the weak. It does nothing but hurt your pathetic feelings, break your weak little heart, and give you the worst f*****g headache of your life. If you let that shit in, it will break what was never broken in the first place, and now it's trying to sneak in and break me. A little smartass angel has found a way to work her way in without permission, wreaking havoc on my rule of never loving anyone. 

Lailah is the soft to my hard, the social to my antisocial, the innocent to my corrupt, and the sweet to my mean. She’s the eternal optimist when it comes to love, and without even knowing she's doing it, she’s trying to make me a goddamn believer. I may not believe in love, but I do believe in Lailah. She’s the calm to my rage, and that is what I do I believe in. 

I've had a fascination with Rampage from the start. There was just something about the man who couldn't be beat. Maybe it's that every girl wants to tame the unattainable? who knows. 
All I know is that he was sexy, bad, dangerous and very loyal to Lil, who he calls sis. 

We meet Lailah in the previous book. The only thing is, they call her Lala, and I know I'm probably, okay, most likely, pronouncing it wrong, but every time I read her name it sounded like LA LA. Yes, a freaking teletubie. So you can imagine my reaction LOL! In the end I stuck with how her name like Lay La. 

I knew Lailah and Rampage would get together, the second book kind of ruined that shit. Especially since this ending would have had me in tears had I not read that bloody second book. I still cried, don't get me wrong, but I knew the outcome. There wasn't any surprise or build up.

Lailah is a quiet girl with obvious secrets she keeps to herself. She fitted right in with the MC and made herself close to Rampage from the start. They were drawn to each other and it was so sweet seeing how he saw her. Honestly, it's like this big, bad, dangerous beast, was looking at a delicate flower, or a baby. He really looks after her and it's so incredibly sweet I must have awed a million times. It's not even sweet things that he does, it's the way he does them and what he does. I don't know. I just loved the way he was with her and no one else. 

Their story isn't sweet, it isn't rushed and it's a rocky road for both of them. Not only do they have issues, but Lailah has the biggest. I wish this book didn't end. It ended where we don't get the full story which was disappointing. 

So, to me moaning again. Lailah comes across as good girl. It's even mentioned a few times that she's fresh, she's innocent, kind, loving, caring and an angel. 
We even get to see this. 
But then she's hurt and she's all big ear to ear smiles. Gods, honest truth. It's like she belonged in an asylum. 
She even bashes in someone's head and doesn't blink. She just steps over that fucker and ignores the brain splatter all over her to go see if her man is okay. Then, and yes, this happened, she's back to freaking smiles. Like nothing happened. Like she didn't kill two people with a baseball bat. I actually felt a little scared for Rampage lol 
I could see the author was trying to match them together. Both killers. Both had whores as mothers and dead beat dads. They raised themselves and have no aversion to hurting people then act like it didn't happen. 

I think that's why the ending kind of contradicted everything I knew. She killed not only two people with a baseball bat, but she blows someones brains out when they're on top of her. She did all of that, but when it came to the ending, to save herself and the others around her she chose to leave, not end the life that was actually hurting her. It's not as if he was bigger than her because I'm sure it said he was only a few inches taller and was just as skinny because of the drugs he takes. 
I may not be making sense, but you read it, this review will LOL

So, if you read it and would like to comment on what you thought about Lailah, just post in the comments below. I love hearing from you all and reading what you all think, so make sure you get in touch. 

3.5*  

Crash and Burn (Hell's Disciples #2) By Jaci J

Buy Link: Crash and Burn

It's a constant battle between us now. I give, and he just takes, and we can't go on like this. 

Saying that we've been through a lot is an understatement of a lifetime. After everything that we had overcome, we were here, together and alive. 

In the aftermath of all the devastation we had endured, I find myself fighting a new, yet different battle with the one person who came to save me because he loved me that much. This is the man that now fights me. 

He's not the same man since my attack and I don't think that man will ever come back to me. He is becoming my worst nightmare, but I will not give up on us, no matter what he tries to do... 


I want to hate her as much as I love her, and I'm willing to take from her 'till she has nothing left to give, 'till it ends up killing us both. 

I push her away, but I keep pulling her back 'cause I don't know how to fucking let her go. I love her so much, it physically hurts. I can't look at her, I can't touch her and I can't even stand to fuck her. I can't give her anything anymore, and I hate myself for it. 

I keep her here, knowing I don't deserve her, but I'm gonna keep hurting her. I know I'm gonna lose her and she's gonna hate me, but I'll be damned if I can let her be without me, no matter how bad this shit will get... 
What do you do when you just can't find your way back from so much pain? You share it, and you will make it hurt. 

Just going to blurt out the worst. Yes there were a few errors through the book but nothing major. I just found the book repeated it self over and over and over again. It didn't let up. It was like the author needed to fill in the pages to make it a novel. Honestly, it kept going on and on and on and there wasn't much interaction through the book, mostly them thinking and repeating the same shit.

I wouldn't read this book if you liked Tank in the first book. 

For me this ruined their relationship. It was built on a strong foundation in the first book and to me, they were rock solid. 

Tank in this book is a complete and utter BABY!!! 

OMG!!! He's literally threw his dummy out of the pram over Lil getting attacked. He hates her because of it. He can't look at her without being reminded of what they did to HER.
There is one thing with being upset over something that happened that you could have prevented, but another to be upset with someone who had no control over being attacked. 

That shit didn't fly.

Not only did he make her feel like crap about it, but he also CHEATS on her. Yes, CHEATS. She even walks in on that, but it wasn't the first time he tried to get some off a club whore. So to me, even though he couldn't get up before with one, it's still classed as cheating.

Tank becomes reliant on alcohol and is a complete dick to Lil all the way through. It made me really think about their relationship and what it foundation it was built on. All I can see now when I think of Tank is a coward, a baby, and a whimp. I don't see a badass biker. I see a man those bikers would crush with their pinkie finger. It honestly ruined the whole relationship for me. 

Oh, and worst of all, she stays. She puts up with it. Even when she leaves she's running back and sleeping with him. It made me rething her whole character too. 

The only thing I took from this book was the ending and what brings them back together. I didn't need to really know anything in this book for me to read the next one, which was why I read it in the first place. I had read you needed to read this one to understand book three. Nope. You don't. 


1* I'm so sad about this, like really sad. This is for the story plot. This isn't about the authors work, this is literally my view on the story line. I don't think the author needed to tear the couple apart. Now, if it was the other way around and it was Lil acting out, I would have totally enjoyed reading Tank bring her back to herself and to pull her through it. That would have been given a 5*

The Ride By Jaci J

Buy Link: The Ride

Tank 
It had always been about the ride. My love for the ride is what fuels me. It’s what drives me. That freedom of the open road in front of you with not a damn thing holding you back is what I crave. 
I don’t need much, shit I don’t want much out of life. My bike, my club, my brothers, my money, and occasionally a warm and willing women in my bed is what I need. 
I liked my life that way. It works for me. I enjoyed the familiarity of it. But slowly things were changing. I can feel that change in the air. It's everywhere. There comes a point in your life where things just change. No matter how much I fight it. No matter how hard I hang on, it's changing. Whether by choice or not. For better or worse it gets turned upside down on its fucking head. The moment I laid eyes on her shit changed forever. Things were on their way to changing, but fuck if she didn't tip that shit right over. She hit me like a blow to the chest crippling me. Rocking my world. That girl completely blew everything I thought I wanted to shit. She took me on a wild ride and for better or worse she changed everything for me. 
Lil 
The loud rumble of pipes fills me with a sense of home. Deep gruff male voices remind me of nights spent sitting at the bar listening to the guys tell me stories. The smell of leather, grease, and smoke brings back memories of hot summer days spent around the compound. The sound of classic rock makes me want to dance. A group of rough and mean men makes me smile. Seeing a beautifully crafted bike makes my heart beat a little faster. A man in leather always makes me hot. The feel of the vibration through my body from a perfectly tuned bike takes me right back to my old life. Some things never change. Sometimes those things are never meant to change. Although much hadn't changed since I left, a few things had. The loss of loved ones, the addition of new ones. With one new addition to life things changed for me forever. My life will never be the same. He changed it all. 

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