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Series: Chaos #7
Published by Self Published on 1/29/18
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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Through good times, bad times and times of war, Cole “Rush” Allen grew up in the Chaos Motorcycle Club. Along this journey, he watched his father, Tack, and his MC brothers fight, sweat, bleed and die to steer the Club to legitimacy.
And they’ve got one more battle on their hands.
A battle they have to win.
But when Rush meets the woman who put herself right in the thick of it, he knows he has to stop at nothing to get her out.
Rebel Stapleton has lost someone she loves to murder and she’s the kind of woman who’s going to do something about it. She puts her career on the line, and her life, to bring the man who did it to justice.
That is, she does this until Rush Allen intervenes.
Chaos is at war and they’re about to face the ultimate showdown. They’ll have to negotiate skeletons from the past, enemies becoming allies, and loved ones in the line of fire on their ride to be…
This entire series is one of redemption, survival, loyalty and love and we’re reminded of that on every single page of Free. We’re reminded of the losses and the victories, the trials and the obstacles, and the bittersweet road to Free in this final novel of the series. If you don’t go in expecting more of what’s come previously, you’ll love this book. If you go in understanding that Rebel and Rush’s romance is but a small part of the legacy of Chaos’ story, you’ll love this book. I certainly enjoyed it and I look forward to tucking in with allllllll the rereads again and again.
4 “Yes. This” Stars!!
I have so many thoughts as I turn the last page of Free, mainly that I’m incredibly sad this series is over. Kristen Ashley’s Chaos series is easily my most reread series EVER, so there’s no fear of me leaving them behind anytime soon, but still, it’s incredibly bittersweet to have read the final book.
I enjoyed Free very much, even though I have to admit that I did miss the romantic drama and angst that I’ve come to expect each couple to face throughout the series. This book is a montage of varying points of view detailing the ton of club drama intersecting the romance throughout, so it’s hard to describe Free as simply being Rush and Rebel’s story. Every rivalry, every beef, every conflict Chaos has ever faced comes to a head in Free. Every character that’s ever played a part in the history of Chaos has their story concluded in Free. So Rebel and Rush’s romance is a bit “easier” than the couples of Chaos past, at least romantically speaking, as their love story takes a bit of a backseat to the rest of the book, which reads as an epic ode to Chaos.
If you consider the intensity of the club drama and the fact that I read the entire book on the edge of my seat waiting for bodies to pile up and for my heart to break, well, you might question how I could possibly call this romance “easy.” Let me be clear, the story isn’t easy. The romantic aspect might’ve been a little too easy for my taste, but the story itself is not. I truly read Free with knots in my stomach, waiting to see which of these beloved characters wouldn’t make it to the end. As with every story in Ashley’s vast backlog, these characters face loss, peril, despicable adversaries, violent encounters, and interrogation by our favorite Dream Men. But Rebel and Rush’s love story doesn’t fit the same formula that the older generation of club brothers and their old ladies followed and I definitely missed that a bit.
This had to be the funniest Kristen Ashley book I’ve ever read. It’s also the most terrifying, which is interesting, but I was more surprised by how much I laughed. Essence and her antics, the one liners by these bikers, the hilarious banter between the old ladies and the brothers they love to rile, it was as adorable and amusing as it was captivating.
If you’ve loved Chaos as I have, you’ll agree this was quite the farewell. There’s really no other way to see them off than to go all the way back to the beginning and stroll down memory lane with them through a story peppered with reminders of how this all came to be. I enjoyed that immensely, going back all the way back to remember exactly how we got here. This entire series is one of redemption, survival, loyalty and love and we’re reminded of that on every single page of Free. We’re reminded of the losses and the victories, the trials and the obstacles, and the bittersweet road to Free in this final novel of the series. If you don’t go in expecting more of what’s come previously, you’ll love this book. If you go in understanding that Rebel and Rush’s romance is but a small part of the legacy of Chaos’ story, you’ll love this book. I certainly enjoyed it and I look forward to tucking in with allllllll the rereads again and again.
“My name is Rush Allen,” the leader of the pack said.
“Well, you already know my name, so consider us introduced,” I returned.
He nodded once. “We need to talk about what you’re doing with Benito Valenzuela.”
“This is where we disagree, Mr. Allen.”
He leaned forward, his leather creaking, putting his elbows to his knees, and he tipped his dark head back.
This was a bad position. His legs were spread, his faded jeans tight on his knees, I could see their formation, and like everything about him, it was sexy. Especially them leading into thick thighs. More on the especially with his long-fingered, rough, veined hands. And adding to all that, with the arch of his neck, the column of his muscled throat was exposed above the collar of his cream thermal, and if his hair demanded your fingers buried in it, his throat demanded your lips trailing down it.
I wouldn’t allow myself to let my eyes roam to his package. If it was as good as the rest, shit might go south for me…fast.
Man, I was in trouble.
“I know about Diane,” he said softly.
My gaze shot from his throat to those crystal eyes, and my breath lodged in my chest because of his tone.
It was beautiful, full of warmth and sadness and understanding.
So much of all that, if he’d been there when Diane had died, and he’d cooed to me in that voice (perhaps while he held me in his arms and I smelled leather and tang), maybe things would have been different. Maybe I wouldn’t have let that fire ignite in my belly. Maybe I wouldn’t have fanned those flames until it was an inferno that had built out of even my control.
I straightened my spine.
“You need to pull back so you don’t become Diane, Rebel,” he advised.
“Benito Valenzuela didn’t kill my friend,” I informed him.
“You don’t know who did that,” he informed me.
“I do know. And it was not Benito Valenzuela.”
“You think it was Arthur Lannigan.”
I leaned toward him. “No. I know it was Arthur Lannigan.”
“Let Hank and Eddie prove that,” he urged.
He knew Hank and Eddie.
“They have.” (Uh, mostly.) “They just can’t find him.”
“And you think you can.”
“I know I can.”
“By playing Valenzuela and Harrietta Turnbull to get to him?”
“By doing whatever I have to do.”
“So you get dead, your neck snapped like Diane’s, what’s Diesel gonna do?”
I abruptly leaned back in my chair.
Damn Eddie Chavez.
About the Author
Kristen Ashley was born in Gary, Indiana, USA and nearly killed her mother and herself making it into the world, seeing as she had the umbilical cord wrapped around her neck (already attempting to accessorize and she hadn’t taken her first breath!). Her mother said they took Kristen away, put her Mom back in her room, her mother looked out the window, and Gary was on fire (Dr. King had been assassinated four days before). Kristen’s Mom remembered thinking it was the end of the world. Quite the dramatic beginning.
Kristen grew up in Brownsburg, Indiana and has lived in Denver, Colorado and the West Country of England. Thus, she’s blessed to have friends and family around the globe. Her family was (is) loopy (to say the least) but loopy is good when you want to write. They all lived together on a very small farm in a small farm town in the heartland. She grew up with Glenn Miller, The Everly Brothers, REO Speedwagon and Whitesnake (and the wardrobes that matched).
Needless to say, growing up in a house full of music, clothes and love was a good way to grow up.
And as she keeps growing, it keeps getting better.