So here’s the thing with Kristen Ashley’s books, she puts so much detail into the stories surroundings I can picture myself there. If I hadn’t of already at times dreamt of quitting my job and just up and moving to some out-of-the-way small town to live the simple happy life, this story certainly would have made me want that. Of course I’m never going to do this, for one, I’m too chicken shit, and two, well I’m pretty damn sure I wouldn’t be so lucky as to meet a man like Tate. And that’s what this story gave me, a little piece of that crazy dream that will never be met.
After Lauren divorced her cheating husband, she wondered around the country and ended up in the small biker town of Carnal. Looking for nothing special, because as she had learned, nothing special could ever be found, she got a job as a waitress at the biker bar called Bubba’s and called the local motel her new home.
Tate is the part owner of Bubba’s. He’s also and ex pro-football player, biker, ex-cop turned bounty hunter, and of course all kinds of hot alpha male.
I must admit it took me a long time to get to like Tate, as in well over half the book. He had a temper and when he got mad said all sorts of crappy things Lauren. I am so not a fan of verbal cut-downs followed by “sorry’s” because after it happens more than once, it becomes unforgivable for real life situations. But for the sake of a book, I tried my best to let Tate slide on this ugly quality. And lucky for Lauren, she didn’t immediately forgive him, which I’m happy for, because I would have hated her. These two didn’t exactly see eye to eye, they spend a lot of time butting heads. But as they settled into the relationship, and began to fall in love, all the pieces and their personality traits fell into a synchronized pace.
There was a lot going on in the story besides just the falling in love part of it. A set of jealous ex’s unwilling to let go. Of course you know with Tate being a bounty hunter, there are bad guys to be caught. Very sad and very gruesome circumstances that really hit them right at home, I couldn’t help the tears that flowed. But of course Kristen’s men, being book superheroes and all, saved the day, along with a little help from friends. I pretty like/love everything Kristen writes, and I just added Tate into the every expanding favourite alpha hero pile.
Another thing this story had was a fabulous supporting cast. I cared about them just as much as I did Lauren and Tate. Now sometimes I get the secondary characters all confused together when there are so many of them in a story, but each of these had such unique qualities and special friendships with Lauren and Tate it was easy to get to know them and fall in love with them too. Ned and Betty, Sunny and Shambles, Jonas, Woods, Krystal and my favourite, Jim-Billy.
Up next in the series is Lady Luck, can’t wait to get started!
*I received a copy in exchange for an honest review.*
I have been loving the Colorado Mountain series. With Sweet Dreams, I must confess I did something I never do. I read this book out of order. Even though I had gotten snippets of Tate and Laurie’s life and what had happened to them in books 4 and 5, I still wanted to discover how they began and everything in between.
Laurie moves to Carnal, looking for a new start. She left her cheating hubby behind and settles for an ordinary life, she believes special is out with her reach. Laurie gets off on the wrong foot with her boss, Tate and it makes the banter between them interesting. Even though Tate’s words cut deep, Laurie remained a sassy chick and did not stand down from him.
Tate has a whole lot of responsibility on to his shoulders, not only does he have a bar to run but he has custody issues with his ex-wife concerning his son and being the kick ass bounty hunter he is, he’s in the midst of tracking down a serial killer.
I already had a fondness for Tate and Laurie but getting to know them in more detail sealed my love for them. Tate was your typical KA Alpha. Poor Laurie didn’t speak ‘biker’ so little did she know Tate had already claimed her. And claim her he did.
“We should finish talking,” I whispered. “Fuckin’ you now, baby,” he whispered back.”
With Kristen Ashley’s books being on the longer side, we get so much action, angst, tenderness and love wrapped up in one story. I liked the change in Laurie’s character. She was finding herself again, and who she really was. Tate played a part in that change and it was really nice to read about.
“What I saw made my heart skip and my legs fail. Tate, dark, tall, behind me, his hands on me. Me, blonde, my face flushed, my eyes hooded, tucked tight against him.
A perfect fit, made to be there.
A perfect match, made to be together.
Made to be there.
Made to be together.
We looked great.
We looked hot.
We looked beautiful.”
I also liked the significance of the sweet dreams, the fact Laurie hadn’t had a peaceful night’s sleep in years, yet once finding Tate she could sleep peacefully again. I’m a soppy romance lover and I got all gooey eyed over this.
“You still gotta know, I’m pleased as fuck I’m the only one who can you sweet dreams.”
The tears came back and instantly spilled over. “Me too, Tate,” I whispered.
“Waited a long time to be somethin’ special again, baby,” he whispered back.”
“After years of searching, years of longing, years of hoping and then giving up, I’d found special in Carnal and in Tate. Special wasn’t exactly perfect but, even so, it was pretty fucking spectacular and it was finally, finally mine.”
Along with the sweet and tender moments, I loved when Tate would go all Alpha. Laurie had provided him with a real home for the first time and there was no doubt he appreciated it, but there was still some things he considered a man’s job and I found their back and forth banter hilarious.
“I could make better pie-type love with a new stove!”
I heard his disembodied voice shout back, “Dick territory, babe. Don’t even think about it unless I’m there.”
“Chick territory,” I kept shouting. “A stove’s in the kitchen!”
“It’s got a plug and weighs over fifty pounds. Totally dick,” he shot back on his own shout.”
Even though the culprit of the murders had been mentioned in the books I had read beforehand, I had genuinely forgotten the name by the time I read Sweet Dreams so the mystery was just as new for me. I loved Tate coming to the rescue. I loved him protecting his family and going to the ends of the earth for them. I mean who doesn’t want a man to do that?!
I really like the community feel to the MC series books and Sweet Dreams was no exception, it was great to see familiar faces popping up and I look forward to the next book in the series.
I am fast becoming a fan of Kristen Ashley and her Alpha males. If you haven’t started this series then you really need to give it a go.
Tate kept my hand in his as we walked to room three, which was way closer to Ned and Betty’s. I had to walk double-time to keep up with his long strides. He didn’t release my hand when he made it to the door. He just unlocked it, opened it, and pushed me inside.
I walked four steps in while Tate flipped the light switch.
It was an exact copy of my other room, to the letter.
I threw my purse on the bed, turned to Tate, and remarked,
“Weird, it’s like I didn’t even move. It’s the same room.”
“Enjoy the ride?” Tate asked and I blinked at him.
“Did you enjoy the ride, Lauren?” he repeated and I smiled.
“Yes, Tate, it was—”
I didn’t finish but I made another sound. It was a gasp because one second he was standing inside the closed door. The next he was standing right in front of me, one of his hands was sliding up my neck into my hair, the other arm was wrapped around my waist pulling my body into his.
“What are you—?” I got out before his fingers in my hair fisted, pulled down just a tad less than gentle, and his mouth was on mine.
And he kissed me.
No. He kissed me.
Brad was a good kisser and he was great in bed. He wasn’t my first kiss though, or my first lover. I’d had a better kisser than Brad, but not a better lover.
But Tate’s kiss . . .
There was no describing it.
It didn’t start slow. It started hard and wet and so demanding
I had no choice but to give back what I got. And I did. Our tongues sparred, then our teeth bit at each other’s lips and our heads twisted this way and that, all of it a mindless, sexy dance that was all- consuming. There was nothing but his mouth and my mouth, what they were doing and what they were making me feel. Nothing. Not in the whole universe.
When he lifted his head a fraction of an inch I found one of my hands was up his shirt in the back and one of them was cupping the back of his head. His hand was still fisted in my hair but his other arm had moved up to curve tight just under my shoulder blades, the pads of his fingers pressed into the side of my breast.
We both were breathing deep, our breaths mingling between us. I could feel his on my sensitized lips and he had to feel mine.
Finally, he spoke. “Shit, Ace.”
“Shit what?” I whispered, staring into his eyes, so close, I could count the tawny flecks.
“This isn’t good,” he whispered back and I swallowed and felt a sour pit forming in my belly.
“I gotta focus.” He went on whispering.
“On what?” I asked, also whispering.
“On shit that doesn’t include what that mouth and tongue of yours could do to my cock.”
My hand at his back fisted. “Tate—”
“And if your pussy is as sweet as your mouth.”
“Shit,” he muttered.
“I gotta find this guy,” he told me.
“I get back, Lauren, you’re on the back of my bike.”
I blinked at what he said, mostly because I didn’t understand it. Then I swayed because he let me go and without a word or looking back, the door to my room closed behind him.
Several moments later, when I could speak, I asked the door, “Get back from where?”
Like the hall earlier that day, the door didn’t have an answer.
Kristen Ashley grew up in Brownsburg, Indiana, and has lived in Denver, Colorado, and the West Country of England. Thus she has been blessed to have friends and family around the globe. Her posse is loopy (to say the least) but loopy is good when you want to write. Kristen was raised in a house with a large and multigenerational family. They lived on a very small farm in a small town in the heartland, and Kristen grew up listening to the strains of Glenn Miller, The Everly Brothers, REO Speedwagon, and Whitesnake. Needless to say, growing up in a house full of music and love was a good way to grow up. And as she keeps growing up, it keeps getting better.
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