Author: Alyson Santos
Release Date: TODAY
It’s not easy being the bad guy.
Yeah, that’s a lie. It’s pretty damn simple. You act and you own it. You sell your soul to protect those you love and screw the rest.
It’s the restraint that’s hard. The demons that poke at your trigger, burn in your gut—just waiting for a second of freedom to unleash the fire in your soul.
Call me a villain. Call me whatever helps you sleep at night and feel good about the black and white of love. But watch your back because I don’t care. Until I do.
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This was possibly my most anticipated book of 2017 based on two things. First, Night Shifts Black and Tracing Holland were both spectacular and in my Top Ten for last year. Second, Wes was a completely irredeemable jerk in Tracing Holland (and if you know me at all, you know I love assholes and redemption stories). But honestly, I had no idea it would be this good. I had no clue I could love two characters so completely. I never guessed Wes would absolutely captivate me. And I certainly never expected a three week book hangover. Yeah…never saw that coming. I absolutely, completely, passionately loved everything about Viper
This book was amazing. Alyson Santos does one thing better than anybody else, she tells beautiful, real, character driven stories. She never relies on fake drama or manufactured angst. She takes beautifully flawed characters and lets us take their journey with them. She lets us feel their emotions, revel in their triumphs and wallow in their mistakes. I screamed at Wes when he was stupid and obstinate and self-destructive, I cheered for him when he smart and selfless and protective, I swooned watching him grow the hell up and fall head over heels. Wes somehow, unexpectedly, inexplicably became my very favorite of all of the NSB boys. I adore him passionately.(I never thought Alyson could pull that off.)
But this book is not all about the boy. Hannah is just…Hannah is magnificent. Hannah is fighting her own set of demons, but damn is she one of my favorite female characters. She is fiercely loyal, she is smart and brave and funny and refreshing. Wes is not an easy guy to be with, he has bad judgement and bad vices at times. But Hannah handles it all beautifully, never distracted by the rhetoric, she is steady and compassionate. She is also insecure and unsure and sometimes struggles with making the important decisions. In other words…she’s remarkably human.
This story has so many brilliantly intertwined layers. It’s a ridiculously well crafted and intelligent. And subtle, it’s so beautifully subtle and understated. This is a book that moved me with words and phrases. It got me with quiet gestures and sweet sacrifices, instead of grand gestures and over the top declarations. This book made me feel everything, without making me feel manipulated. I absolutely adored the journey.
I’m having a hard time letting this one go. I couldn’t put it down. I blew off work and sleep to read this book and now, almost three weeks later, I still haven’t read anything else. Every time I think I might start something new, I pick up my kindle and start reading Viper again. You know how it goes, I pick it up to just read one or two of my favorite parts. But my favorites parts are pretty much the entire book and next thing I know, I’m finishing this one all over again. I have to admit, even as I go back and re-read, I’m blown away by the beauty of this story. Friendship and romance, family and forgiveness, first times and second chances, love and passion, regret and redemption….this book has everything. This book IS everything!!
I wake to pounding blood, excruciating pleasure. A wet dream? No, hot pressure controls my body. Dissolves me into my mattress. Oh god. My groan is cut off with a tongue, determined lips. Fingers push down my hips and clench.
“What are you doing?” I gasp. I’m her friend. I need to stop this. I… ah.
“Just this one time, I promise,” she breathes. I feel her nakedness. She didn’t invade my sleep to negotiate.
“Hannah, come on. You’re upset, you—”
“Now’s your chance to say no. Tell me to leave.”
She’s doing everything in her power to make sure I don’t.
My body is trained for this. My brain, not so much. When her mouth attacks me again, reason loses the rest of its weak protests. Some distant siren screams through the background. Regret. Guilt. Pain. But not yet. Tomorrow’s poison. Right now it’s skin and heat and pulsating need as she slides over me.
“Here. Found this. Your place is stocked.” I barely hear the tear of packaging. “Damn, Wes. Are you always ready?”
I know, worst time for irony, but there’s a definite smirk before she consumes me again. Hard this time. Deeper, her own moans make me crazy.
“I want you to own me like the others,” she gasps, and that siren screams, radiates through every cell corrupted in ecstasy.
“You’re not the others, Han. You’re…” There are no dirty words. There are no words at all for this. Just. Her. Hannah Drake. The only woman in the world I should not be fucking.
Night Shifts Black
I’m a writer, musician, and cat lover. I also have an alternative music obsession. Seriously, it’s a real problem.
I write what needs to come out, whether it’s pain, tears, or laughter. I write people and relationships, about the beauty and horror of what we do to ourselves and each other. I write Love. Vengeance. Compassion. Cruelty. Trust. Betrayal. Forgiveness. Darkness, and the incredible way humans destroy and heal each other.