Series: Biker Bitches #3
Published by Young Ink Press on December 9, 2015
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Also by this author: Standing His Ground: Greer, Rider's Revenge, Stalked, T.A., Shade's Fall, Shade, Lucky's Choice, Winter's Touch, Sex Piston, Fat Louis, Crazy B!tch, Hostage, Soul of A Man, Teased, Soul of a Woman, Soul of a Demon
Also in this series: T.A., Sex Piston, Fat Louis, Crazy B!tch
What can I say? I’m not a nice person. When I walk by, people call me a slut, and I’m okay with that. I believe in calling a spade a spade. I am a slut.
With the holidays approaching, I miss belonging to The Last Riders. Drake’s keeping me warm, but he wants more than I can give. He wants me to trust him, to believe he can protect me. Doesn’t he know Santa put me on the Naughty List long ago?
What can I say? I’m a nice guy and have always done the responsible thing.
Bliss is everything I shouldn’t want, but it’s hard to resist a woman who stopped believing in miracles. She wants to be back with The Last Riders, whom she considers her true family. Doesn’t she know it’s Christmas, and miracles do happen?
Merry Blissmas by Jamie Begley, without having opened the pages yet, was a challenge for me. The main character, Bliss, was a very disliked character for all the Last Riders books and Sex Piston’s book, and for me to feel the way I felt about her it was causing some problems as to my likability of the direction of all the stories (interconnected or not) and the characters. I even had thoughts of if I should just pass on Merry Blissmas. In my eyes, there was nothing, other than dealing with a case of the Body Snatchers, that Bliss could do to redeem herself after all the dirt and disrespect she perpetrated throughout the books before Merry Blissmas.
Before, Bliss’ character was just like Raci, Evie, and Jewel, a member of the Last Riders willing to anything for them, outsiders be damned. It wasn’t until Shade, and she started coming out from the shadow of the other women – especially when Samantha was no longer a problem, that she started to bring out the murderous tendencies in me.
Even though she was a club member, the men still didn’t tell the women everything unless it directly affected them and Bliss was okay with that until it had something to with Shade and Lily. When she said what she said to Lily in Shade, I was hoping that would’ve been the moment that Lily was going to put her in her place and it was when she didn’t that I started looking at Lily differently. I thought that was the moment when the level of tolerance the other club members have been holding towards her antics was going to snap and Bliss was going to be gone. I was so ready for them to cut her loose so that Killyama and Sex Piston could’ve had free reign to met out justice.
Fast forward to another book and you’ll be introduced to the very moments where I wiped my hands of this chick while at the same time feeling bad for how miserable she was. Lucky’s Choice was the last straw with Bliss. My last nerve with her snapped and was cauterized never to be revived again.
So you can see where the reservations I had about Merry Blissmas.
I couldn’t put this down no matter how baffled I was that I found myself loving it. I appreciated the author’s flawless ability to keep Bliss as she was. What I mean is, Jamie Begley didn’t try to make her out to be some misunderstood woman to justify her misdeeds with the Last Riders, and she made Bliss look at herself in the mirror by placing her around people she couldn’t manipulate by sex or her usual bitchiness. Ginny didn’t want to have sex with her nor did she care to let Bliss run over her, and Drake, being the crazy-sexy man he was, let her know up front that he was not the one to play games with. There were no excuses given, but just like when Evie’s back story was given, an understanding was reached into the facts that contributed to how these character came to be. I felt no sympathy for Bliss because she made every jacked up bed and she was going to have to lie in each and everyone of them, alone, until she geared up the courage to make them up herself. Thank goodness she had the love of a strong man and a family who couldn’t cut her completely loose to help her along.
Merry Blissmas, was a truly great read. There’s nothing I would change about it, although I now know that, at this time nor any time soon in the future, will I be able to do a re-read of the Last Riders series and some of the others interconnected stories. I want to remember Bliss from this book and move forward.
Go in with an open heart and mind and the truth that anything can happened in the fiction world, you just need to trust the author.