Title: Point of Return (Nordic Lords #1)
Author: Stacey Lynn
Release Date: April 22, 2014
Genre: Contemporary Romance
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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Always a sucker for a good MC read... that's what I am.
This was my first Stacey Lynn novel, and I liked it. Definitely made me want to read more from her.
In Point of Return, the first book in the Nordic Lords Motorcycle club series, we meet club Princess Olivia Masters, daughter to Bull Masters, President of the Nordic Lords MC.
Olivia has been scorned, burned and she thinks betrayed by all things Nordic Lords and leaves to find a new life, after watching her mother die right in front of her and herself being shot, who oculd blame her. Fast forward four years, Olivia is back where she started in the same town as her enemy (her MC family), and she is sleeping with the enemy.
When Olivia finds herself in a situation she has no clue how to handle, she turns to the one person she has though she could always count on, even after abandoning her four years ago. In turn, Olivia's first true love, probably her one true love, Daemon is thrust back into her life in unreal circumstances. And Daemon, the vice president of the Nordic Lords, wants nothing more than to prove Liv that he is there for her and he still loves her more than anything in this world.
Tragedy rocks Liv's life once more and she has to decide who's side she is on. Is the only family she has ever known still her enemy or are they her ally? Or is her love interest her ally? Can Daemon be her soul mate once and for all? Will her own family ruin her completely?
This book took you on a run! All of my emotions were all over the place. I was rooting for Daemon. God, was I ever. I loved him. He was too sweet, and too loyal for Liv. I found myself so mad at her at times that I just didn't even see what Daemon saw in her.
For being my first book by this awesome author, I was thoroughly impressed. It was nice to read an MC story that was well developed and thought through. I really liked how the characters were developed and I liked that it may be an MC story but it wasn't cliche.
I can't wait for book two in this series, sign me up! Expecially if I get to see more of Daemon and his equally badass brother Ryker.
4 stars for Point of Return.
“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.
“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.
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Amazon Bestselling Author of Just One Song and Just One Week, Don't Lie to Me, and Remembering Us.
I am a wife, a mom, and a writer. I can often be found curled up on the couch with a good book, or obsessively eating Skittles in a very complicated and organized manner. No joke.