Title: For The Love of Dixie
Series: Kings of Chaos #3
Author: Shyla Colt
Genre: MC Romance
Published: October 25, 2015
After having her heart broken by Echo, Dixie Dunn makes a new life for herself, away from the Kings Of Chaos. Now, she must return in order to get her stubborn father back to fighting shape after a heart attack. She knows she’ll have to face Echo, as he has made it clear over the years that she still belongs to him. But she refuses to give him any chance to crush her heart again.
Echo, Joel Spencer knows that Dixie hates him, but he also knows she yearns for him. After being forced by his hateful father to practically leave her at the altar when they were teens, he realizes that he has his work cut out for him. One thing is on his side, he knows what she wants and needs. This time, he WILL make her his again, and to hell with whoever gets in his way.
*ARC provided by the author in exchange for an honest review
This is the third book in the Kings Of Chaos MC series. This
is a second chance romance of Echo and Dixie.
Dixie was brought up in the heart of the Kings of Chaos MC
but never really felt part of it, from being a young child she always felt an
outsider, little understanding until she was older it was down to one man and
the colour of her skin. Her love for Echo never dimmed until that heart
breaking night when he left her. Little did she know that he was doing it to
save her?
Echo was also an MC child, along with his brother Charm,
they have been led by their father, Mouth. But now that Echo is a grown man he
feels he is now powerful to revolt against his father and his racist rants. With
Dixie now back in town he won’t let nobody, not even his family stand in the
way of him being with Dixie again as they should have been all those years ago.
Dixie is back to care for her father who has recently had a
heart attack. However it also brings her in close proximity to Echo again. Will
she be able to repress the feelings she still has for this boy who is now very
much grown into an alpha man because going by his determination to have her in
his bed again, she doesn’t stand a chance.
I really love this series, and this book was another great
addition. Although it covers a dark subject of racism it was quite a light read
as I expected it to be much darker and gritty. The storyline was simple and
flowed adequately and there was a bit of a curveball thrown in at the end.
I didn’t really like the ‘Daddy’ kink and have seen this in other books too. I just don’t get it as it makes me feel a bit ‘icky’. Other
than that the passion between Echo and Dixie was steamy and raunchy. I
definitely felt the chemistry between these two!
It was also great to catch up with Shadow, Blue and Bolt who
were from book two, A Lighter Shade of Blue (my favourite in the series so far) That meddling Mama is still causing shit for them I see.
A good storyline that kept me engaged throughout and I look
forward to more in this series. Hopefully Skull and Ruthie next, although would
love to find out more about the Pres! Four stars.
Echo
My father was a proud example of what a King of Chaos should be: loyal, strong, and ready to take care of business, or defend his own. At one time, he was the apple of my damn eye. I didn’t realize till much later in life how fucked up his views were.
We lost my grandfather in his prime to a fucking robbery of all things. He was in the wrong place at the wrong time and caught a bullet to the brain. They found the guy; a black man strung out on heroin. I think that’s where his bullshit beliefs about keeping races separate, and blacks being inferior started.
Growing up, I thought he wanted to protect us from people who meant us harm. It was a familiar concept I could accept because it was an extension of us versus them. Civilians and the club. Then I saw how he treated Dixie Rose. Suddenly, I understood what he felt and taught was corrupt and wrong. A hate that knew no bounds. It wasn’t about him protecting those he loved from the outside world, or the people who’d hurt Grandpa. It was an uncontrollable hate for anyone with the wrong color of skin. It screwed with me, divided my loyalties. I’d always been drawn to Dixie Rose. She was a brilliant ray of sunshine, always laughing and smiling. I never understood why my father acted so gruff with her. I made a career of hiding our relationship. Maybe that’s why I thought I could have my cake and eat it too.
I was dead fucking wrong.
Parked in my car like a little bitch afraid to face the consequences of his actions, I try to form a plan. We’re welcoming Hoss back into the fold officially. It’s the perfect diversion to get her alone. With all the carrying on, I can get her back to my dorm. She’s angry and obstinate, the only way I can get her to sit still long enough to speak with me is by force. I can’t blame her really. I fucked us royally. I’d make good on it if she would let me.
I need to prove to her I’ve changed.
I wasn’t the man she needed me to be before. That’s changed. Ready to get things started, I step from the car and amble inside.
I walk through the club, shaking off the questing hands of the blonde I’d been nailing on a regular basis. The years apart have only reinforced that. I spot her in the corner sipping on a bottle of beer as she watches Slick line up a shot.
Her hair is pulled up on top of her head revealing her slender neck. The swell of her full breasts in the form fitting black tank top with the KOC emblem and the tight black pants have my dick twitching. She looks like royalty. Her face isn’t caked with makeup … there’s a delicate beauty to her. With her full lips painted red, and the fringe of eyelashes accentuating those brown orbs that never miss a thing, she is a goddess to me.
She’s a part of it, but separate. I want to change that. She deserves to be immersed in the culture she was born to. I walk up on her blindside and lean against the wall beside her.
“Here I thought you weren’t going to show,” she drawls.
“Good to know you were looking for me,” I say.
She scowls. “Don’t flatter yourself. I like to know where my enemies are.”
“I’m many things, but your enemy has never been one of them.”
“I don’t know, people who hurt me aren’t my friends.”
Her words hit their target, but I refuse to let it show. “Not what you said the last time we had a run in.”
“So, you make my pussy wet. You taught me all I know; it’s a matter of muscle memory.”
I lean down and whisper in her ear, “Fucking bullshit.”
“I’m sorry, did I hurt your feelings?” she retorts.
“Takes more than that. I want to bring this shit out in the open.”
“What?” She blinks owlishly. “No, you can’t do that. I won’t let you do that.”
“You think you control me?”
“Fuck this.” I lift her up and toss her over my shoulder.
Shyla Colt grew up in Cincinnati, Ohio, but has lived a variety of different places thanks to her wanderlust, interesting careers, and marriage to a United States Marine. She’s always loved books and wrote her very first novel at the age of fifteen. She keeps a copy of her first submission letter on her desk for inspiration. After a lifetime of traveling, she settled down and knew her time had come to write. Diving into her new career like she does everything else, with enthusiasm, research and a lot of prayers, she had her first book published in June of 2011. As a full-time writer, stay at home mother, and wife, there’s never a dull moment in her household. She weaves her tales in spare moments and the evenings with a cup of coffee or tea at her side and the characters in her head for company. A self-professed rebel with a pen. Her goal is to diversify romance as she continues to genre hop, and offer up strong female characters.
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