If “Walker” was the Indy 500, “Justice ” is the Monaco Grand Prix. Both are thrilling rides, both heroes are alpha males; both heroines are no damsels in distress. But while Jade is a trained operative, Tilly is a Steel Magnolia with emphasis on steel.
It is always fun to follow a series by Rie Warren. You catch up with all the characters in every book. Take book 2 for instance. It is the story of Justice. Yes, that Justice , X-Ops team member who had a studio/loft in New York City that Walker and Jade blew up.
If you’re wondering how a lowly soldier can own an expensive loft in Manhattan, here is the secret. Justice was born and raised in New York City to a Fashion Avenue maven and Madison Avenue adman. Plus a few spreads on GQ helped shore up his bank account. How Justice ended up in X-Ops is actually part of the story, which you have to RAFO (read and find out).
Tilly Lawless is a southern belle through and through. How a Yankee and a Southerner find enough common ground in a war zone to fall in love with each other is part of Rie Warren’s storytelling prowess. That she can make the sex scenes hotter than the incoming mortars and bombs shows Rie’s adeptness as a writer.
And though I can wax poetic about Justice – he is good looking with a six-pack to boot, he is intelligent, he knows all the right moves, Tilly essentially upstaged Justice.
Presented as a bookish college professor who just happened to be very beautiful, Tilly actually kicked ass. She surprised Justice and the whole X-Ops team with her competence with guns. Short of calling her a Republican, Tilly was in point of fact trained by her father how to shoot and hit moving targets, albeit they were clay. Needless to say, this bookish college professor turned out to be a steel magnolia, with emphasis on steel!
Like “Walker” (the first book), “Justice ” pumps up your adrenaline. But, unlike Walker, “Justice” makes you stop and smell the roses. Hence, my first sentence comparing the first book as Indy 500 and the second book as the Monaco Grand Prix. Because, Justice, like the Monaco Grand Prix makes you look around once in a while so that you can admire the beauty in front of you and around you.
Justice (Bad Boys of X-Ops Book 2) is Rated M for Mature due to violence and sexual content.
Fight to survive
Fight to love?
JUSTICE
Let’s face it. I’ve got a bad rep with the ladies. I’m a rough-talking, smooth-loving, international playboy—yeah right, whatever—and an X-Ops specialist. Sure, I’m hiding a secret or two. Who isn’t? That’s the least of my concerns when I’m called in to lead an infiltrate-and-retrieve mission.
I’ve got my head in the game—the one firmly attached to my shoulders. An American embassy overseas is under siege, and I’m expecting to rescue the ambassador and his daughter, a stereotypical geeky damsel in distress, Matilda Lawless.
Caught in the crossfire between explosive danger and wild desire, I’m in for the shock of my life.
TILLY
I’m not looking for any man to save me. I’m pretty damn capable of taking care of myself, thank you very much. I have a successful career and was practically born and bred on a gun range, even if I can’t bake a perfect biscuit to save my life like a good southern woman should.
But there’s just something about that hardcore operative called Justice. He’s haunted and lonely, and I know that pain inside and out. It doesn’t hurt one little bit he’s been blessed with more than his fair share of good looks, plus a body that would make any red-blooded woman drool.
Barricaded inside the embassy, under my father’s shrewd eyes, I intend to have Justice no matter how many times he says he’s not good enough. I see the way he watches me. With dirty, sexy, hungry lust.
Fighting is what Justice does. Now I need him to fight for me.
Warning: Graphic sex, graphic action, graphic language. Triple X caution.