Blog Tour Review & Giveaway: Sin & Suffer by Pepper Winters

Pepper Winters left us with a hell of a cliff hanger in Ruin and Rule.  The first book blew my mind and the second one was a rollercoaster ride to the end.  Arthur “Kill” Killian finally has his true love Chloe back but she has been snatched away by his father.  He is left broken at the end of Ruin and Rule and in Sin and Suffer he is trying to pick up the pieces and figure out how to get Cleo back from his tryrannical, psychotic father.  Kill has a plan in place to take down his father and his father’s MC but he has to protect Cleo at the same time.

In Sin and Suffer, we watch Kill and Cleo’s relationship really bloom.  They get to know each other again but they have to deal with all the craziness going on around them.  Kill wants to protect her and keeps secrets.  Cleo doesn’t want any secrets.  She is tough and she can handle anything she has thrown her way.   You never question their connection and relationship.  It is strong and you feel it coming through each and every page.  What you do question is how they are going to navigate all the twists and turns that are coming their way with trying to manage Kill’s plan for vengeance.

The plot has so many twists and turns that you don’t want to put this book down. Some of the twists I didn’t expect and I love that in a book.  MC books are a favorite of mine and this series is a bit different from most so I thoroughly enjoyed it.  Sin and Suffer wasn’t quite as dark as Ruin and Rule but it was just as intense.  I am hoping that Ms. Winter’s isn’t done with this series….I know I’m not done quite yet.

 

 

I’d been raised on a motorbike, and tonight was the first time that I didn’t find that freedom—that

peace. The loss of Cleo ate at my soul. The pain of failing her all over again threatened to crumble me into destruction.

I rode fast.

I rode hard.

But I felt as if I treaded water. Fought against demons. Got fucking

nowhere.

The hum of tires and growl of engines only worsened my emotional torture. Peace? What was that? I’d never find peace again if I failed her a second time.

Fuck!

The speedometer needle climbed higher, teasing the boundaries of red danger.

Hurry up, for Christ’s sake!

The journey from Pure Corruption to Dagger Rose was an endless fucking marathon.

Every stop sign was a mortal enemy, every traffic light my ultimate nemesis.

An hour we’d been driving and we hadn’t even passed the halfway point.

My teeth clenched harder as I hunched farther over the bike.

We were late.

We were late and I was fucking pissed.

I was livid at my weakness.

I was furious at my condition.

And I was incandescent with rage at Mo and Grasshopper for not finding some way to fix this clusterfuck.

The nurse at the hospital had filed charges against me and called the police. She’d done everything in her power to detain me, all because I couldn’t leash my temper. She’d refused to give me the forms to sign out. She’d held my fucking clothes hostage. She’d deliberately antagonized me to the point where I would’ve probably killed her if Grasshopper hadn’t taken me into a janitor’s closet, stolen some fat man’s clothes, and thrown them at me.

I growled under my breath, anxiety and anger circulating hot in my blood. I needed to fly. I needed this journey to fucking end.

I need her.

I shivered as hurtling wind sliced through the horrific Hawaiian print shirt encasing my broad torso. The sleeves were too short, the chest too tight, and I couldn’t look at the god-awful

track pants clinging to my legs.

I missed my leathers.

Shit, I missed my own damn bike.

Grasshopper’s custom Triumph was all wrong. The acceleration sluggish compared to my beast. The Pure Corruption logo of skulls and all-important abacas was drawn freehand with glowing flames on the frame.

The flames seared my heart.

Cleo.

My mind whooshed with burning houses, smoking remains, and charred dreams of ever growing old with the girl I loved. She’d witnessed her parents’ double homicide.

She’d almost burned to death.

All because I wasn’t strong enough to save her.

And I’m not strong enough to save her now.

The agony of the never-ceasing headache hollered in agreement.

I’m a liability. I don’t deserve her.

Every mile we charged, my injuries and shortcomings became more apparent.

My head hurt like a motherfucker.

My vision was frighteningly narrowed.

My mind slothfully slow.

The joy of thinking in algorithms, the speed of dealing with figures and equations was . . . damaged.

I was fuzzy.

I was lost.

I hated to admit it, but the doctor was right.

There’s something wrong with me.

Everything raged inside. I couldn’t find that calm—that control. I was on the cusp of wreaking my revenge—on the precipice of having everything I’d been working toward coming true.

I couldn’t afford to be broken now.

I can’t bear to be ruined when she needs me.

The roar of another Triumph coasted beside me.

I looked to the side.

Mo matched my speed, still managing to look badass even with

Grasshopper riding bitch on the back.

I felt empty, vulnerable at not having my usual weapons. But I’d refused to waste more time by returning home. Instead, I’d commandeered Grasshopper’s knife and his unregistered pistol and straddled his machine without asking.

What was his was mine. He’d get over it.

He worked for me. Not the other way around.

I’d been dead for too long believing Cleo was lost. I wouldn’t live in such hell again.

Yes, I had a shit-stirring headache. Yes, something was seriously fucking wrong with me.

But none of that mattered.

Cleo.

I have to get to Cleo.

Excerpted from SIN & SUFFER by Pepper Winters.

Copyright © 2016 by Pepper Winters. Used with permission of Grand Central Publishing. All rights reserved.

Pepper Winters is a New York Times and USA Todayinternational bestseller. She loves dark romance, star-crossed lovers, as well as the forbidden and taboo. She strives to write a story that makes readers crave what they shouldn’t, and delivers complex plots and unforgettable characters that keep readers talking long after the last page is turned.

On a personal note she loves to travel, has an addiction to creme brulee, and is married to an incredible Canadian who puts up with her endless work hours and accompanies her on signings. She’s also a firm believer that the impossible can become possible.

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