Title: Point of Return (Nordic Lords #1)
Author: Stacey Lynn
Release Date: April 22, 2014
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Synopsis
Deceit.
Destruction.
Death.
Olivia Masters grew up familiar with all of them. The daughter of the President of the Nordic Lords Motorcycle Club, Olivia always knew she wanted nothing to do with any of it. Her plans were made to leave the town she grew up in as soon as she and her boyfriend, Daemon Knight, turned eighteen.
But then Olivia was shot. Her mother killed in front of her. Fleeing became her reality.
Forced to return to her hometown of Jasper Bay five years later, events beyond Olivia’s control put her directly back into the life she swore she’d never return to.
Her dad wants her back in the family. Daemon wants her in his bed.
But just as Olivia begins to accept her destiny, history finds a way to repeat itself.
This time, will Olivia be strong enough to fight for the family she once turned her back on? Or will she once again flee from the only life that has ever felt like home?
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Deleted Scene:
“Good evening, Olivia, I’m Doc.” He was older, maybe in his
fifties like my dad. But his eyes held a tenderness even though I knew he held
a bucket of secrets in them at what he had seen. If he was a doctor for The
Black Death, there was no way of telling the things he knew. His graying hair
was pulled back into a low ponytail at the base of his neck and I saw a
variation of a club’s tattoo on his neck. The letters “BD” prominently
displayed with an arrow woven through them. He wasn’t just a doctor. He was a
member. “It’s nice to finally meet you. Heard a lot about the Prez’s daughter
over the years.”
My shoulders tightened at hearing about my dad. I said
nothing as I watched him carefully.
Beneath me, Daemon’s arm tightened and then let me go. “He
has to check you out, Liv.”
I bristled at the nickname only he had ever been allowed to
call me. Liv. Live. The one thing I had never truly done.
I nodded and shifted on the bed as the covers were moved and
then adjusted over my lap. I closed my eyes but gripped Daemon’s hand with
mine.
My head turned to the side, away from both of them as the
pain caused tears to flow down my cheeks again. At least I didn’t throw up
again.
A few minutes later, the blankets shifted again and the
weight on the bed told me Doc was done. His warm hand rested on my thigh and I
turned my eyes back to him.
“You’re a brave girl. I can’t see anything that’s wrong, but
I’m going to give you a shot of Pitocin. It will make your muscles contract and
stop the hemorrhaging.”
“No shots.” I hated the idea. I hated needles. Ironic that I
worked in a tattoo parlor, I knew that.
He just nodded and Daemon’s hand gripped mine tighter. “It
will only hurt for a second.”
And then a searing pain shot through my thigh. It happened
right after the warning and I wasn’t given the time to prepare. I also wasn’t
given the time to tense up.
“Ahhhh!” I cried out in pain and squeezed Daemon’s hand so
tightly I was certain I could break his bones. He said nothing, but I noticed
he was grinding his teeth together. And then the pain and the needle were both
gone.
Doc gazed at me with sorrowful eyes. “Sometimes it helps to
not know exactly what’s coming. Sorry for scaring you.”
I shook my head and squeezed my eyes shut to prevent more
tears from falling. I had cried enough in the last ten hours to last a
lifetime. Probably more than I’d cried in my lifetime.
“You shouldn’t be alone for the next twelve hours at least.”
“I’ll stay with her.”
I glared at Daemon. Maybe I was thankful he came to help,
but I resented him so easily ingratiating himself into my life. “No. You
won’t.” I turned to Doc. “I’ll be fine.”
He wrote his cell number on a card and dropped it in my lap.
“Call me if you need me.” He nodded at Daemon and then he was gone as quietly
as he came.
“Your dad will put me to ground if I don’t stay. I’m not
leaving you alone again.” He shoved his hands through his hair, dislodging his
ponytail. I watched his hair fall and frame his face, almost brushing my
forehead he stared at me so closely. “Shit. I never should have left before. I
knew that prick wouldn’t take care of you the right way.”
I sat up and pushed him away. I ignored the pain in my
abdomen and the dull ache in my thigh from the needle. “Shut up. You don’t get
to say that shit about Travis. He’s always been there for me.” Like you
weren’t. I let the last of my thought linger silently between us.
A muscle in his jaw clenched. “You don’t know shit about
what happened. And I’m not leaving until I know you’re okay.”
“Of course,” I replied smugly. “Heaven forbid the son my dad
never had walk away from the daughter he never wanted.”
His lips pressed into a line so thin they disappeared. I
watched his chest heaving deep breaths. He exhaled forcefully, and I smelled
his breathe. Booze and smoke mixed with….sex.
I gagged. “Get your pussy breath away from me.”
“Jealous?” An eyebrow rose.
Absolutely not. The lie twisted in my stomach. I knew the
familiar fire in me that once told me he belonged to me and only me and I’d
kick any girl’s ass who looked at him the wrong way. Growing up in the Black
Death, everyone learned to fight; even the girls. “Disgusted,” I sneered and
rolled away from him. “There’s an extra tooth brush in the bathroom cupboard.
Use it and you can sleep on the couch.”
“I’ll use the brush,” he spoke softly and rose from the bed.
“But I’m not sleeping on that couch.”
“Then go home.”
“Liv,” he scolded in that demanding and confident voice he
hadn’t possessed when we were younger. I turned my head slowly, unable to
ignore him. “I’m not leaving. I’m going to brush my teeth, climb into your bed,
and take care of you the way a man should. Just because you’ve been with that
prick for so long, doesn’t mean you shouldn’t know what it’s like to have a
real man around.”
“And you’re going to teach me, I take it.”
“I’ll teach you everything you want to know.” He smiled
seductively.
“Fuck off.”
“We can do that, too,” he muttered under his breath as he
walked toward the bathroom.
I ignored it.
I also ignored him when he climbed back into my bed in only
his boxer briefs and pulled me to his chest.
Then I ignored the way my heart skipped a beat at the feel
of his arms wrapped around me and his warm, fresh minty breath on my neck, and
the way the scruff of his cheek tickled my sensitive neck skin.
I hated him. I hated his life and everything he stood for. I
hated the way he left me, feeling used and tossed aside for the promises made
by my lying asshole of my father.
Mostly, I hated that my heart clearly didn’t think the same
things as my head. Wrapped in Daemon’s arms felt too comfortable, too much like
the safety of home I hadn’t had in years.
So I ignored all that too and closed my eyes.
This was such a good book. I loved Olivia/Liv for trying to go out on her own, but also for realizing that she needed to come back to her family somewhere in her subconscious. Daemon had always loved Olivia, but the night everything changed, he had some tough choices to make. He made them and has had to live with the consequences of those choices for 5 years. Now that Live is back in his life, he's making it crystal clear that she belongs with him, regardless of the circumstances. Live makes her choices to go back and live that life, the one she was supposed to, and deals with those consequences. This isn't a really pretty story, but it's a dark, gritty story of what could really happen in my opinion. I loved it all the more for that. There are twists, and some real sharp turns - the last one left me with my mouth hanging open. All very well written, and unable to put down. Stacey did a fantastic job with all of the characters and while she wrapped up Liv and Daemon's story, she did leave things wide open for several other characters, and I'm really looking forward to reading and learning more about them.
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