ARC review Kings of Mayhem from the Penny Dee author, first part of MC's series

Title: Kings of Mayhem #1

series: Kings of Mayhem MC

author: Penny Dee

release date: January 28, 2019

ARC kindle edition

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When a King loves

He loves hard

CADE

I’ve loved her since we were five years old.We grew up side by side.

Two kids tied together by the Kings of Mayhem Motorcycle Club.

But I broke us. I broke her. So, she fled. Now she’s back after twelve long years.

And I’m going to show her all the reasons why we should be together and make her forget
all the reasons why we shouldn’t.

INDY

I’m back in town but only because I have to be. I’m here to help my mom bury my father.

And the sooner we get it done, the better. Because I want to see Cade as much as I want a hole in the head. He broke me once—no, he broke my everything— and I’ll be damned if I’ll let him do it again.

Get in and get out. That is the plan. But you know what they say about best-laid plans.

Penny Dee is my new found author of 2019 and I'm so happy that I could read her MC series Kings of Mayhem. It was different kind of MC story that I used to read. Also was a new reading experience for me and I loved it! This wasn't about a violent plot but really intense and profound story full of emotions and second chance love. 

Indy and Cade were teenage sweetheart.  They were only few years old when they met for the first time. Bonded through MC's club they became best friends. But through the years their relationship has evolved into something more and everything went to the happily ever after but one awful day a heartbreaking circumstance teared them apart and split their path.
Many years later they're met again but will they be together and be able to forget about the past?

Author created story from the dual POV. There was also a mix of their past and present life tangled in the plot which helped me to understand their feelings thoughts and reasons of acting. 

Gosh, I don't know how many times I was crying over Indy and Cade's fate. They were perfect for each other and their love was profound and undeniable.  Their steamy chemistry was so intense that I could feel it with every part of my body and I couldn't wait for their touch.

I need to say that I was 100% for Cade and I cheered him on in his fight for Indy's heart.
I 'm hopeless romantic and I think that everyone deserves a second chance especially when his acts and feels are so deep and real. Cade showed his devotion, kindness and love for Indy through all those year. He was so sorry for his mistake and was trying to get her back but there was much more to the story where Indy was involved.

I understood Indy's behavior as well. She was heartbroken after Cade broke her and lost in the MC's world at the same time. She made a decision she thought was good for her and left her whole life behind. But when she returns to her hometown after all those years she started to have a second thoughts about her life.

You need to read a whole book to understood their story.

We're also getting to know whole big MC's family. They were bonded very closely and supported each other. There were lots of fabulous second characters which fulfill whole story. My favorite was old Sybil, Cade's grandmother. She gave me so much fun in the story.

Author Penny Dee made a great job! Her story was well thought and written. 
I can tell you that I actually couldn't put this book down, I was drown into it and crave more and more.
When I finally get to the end I was like WOW, I couldn't believed what just happened and all emotions return with so much force. Now I'm in Brothers of Arms book and I feel that it's going to be darker, more twisted with fast pace of action. 

Advance Reader Copy generously provided by author in exchange for an honest review.

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#1

CADE

I heard her as soon as I entered the building.

“It’s a classic, sonny boy, and you don’t fuck with the classics. Do you hear me? Or has that combover blocked your ears?”

I couldn’t help but grin. The voice belonged to Sybil Calley, my formidable, charismatic grandmother. Seventy-something-years old, she was a force to be reckoned with and very rarely backed down in an argument. Any poor soul who took her on was in for a fierce fight, and by the sounds of it, Tito was about to feel the full force of hurricane Sybil.

“It’s blasphemy! That’s what it is. Blasphemy! Why, I bet Deborah Kerr is rolling in her grave, God rest her beautiful soul. How dare you stain such a beautiful story with your weirdness, you rude little boy!”

As I rounded the corner, Sybil and Tito came into view. Tito was standing with his back to the wall with his arms in the air, while my formidable grandmother yelled at him. He looked terrified.

“Grandma Calley,” I interrupted, trying to contain my grin. Seeing me walk in, Tito looked relieved and relaxed his arms.

Sybil wasted no time in getting straight to the point. She held up a DVD so I could see the cover. “Did you know about this?”

I took it from her and couldn’t help but grin at the cover. Pure spank bank bullshit that sells. But definitely not what you wanted your grandmother looking at in front of you.

“How on Earth did you even know about it?” I asked.

“I might be edging close to buying the farm, Cade, but I’m not quite dead yet. You know I like to keep my finger on the pulse. It’s Tuesday, and I know you drop into this pit of despair on Tuesdays, so I came down to speak with you.” She gave Tito a withering look. “Ran into this little twerp and found this . . .”

She ripped the DVD out of my hands and held it up. The cover was a rip-off of An Affair To Remember, except it was titled, An Anus to Remember. Gay porn. It was a bestseller.

“It’s a disgrace, Cade. An absolute disgrace.” She pushed the DVD into Tito’s chest. “You should be ashamed of yourself.”

“Ain’t nothing wrong with a bit of man-on-man love, Grandma,” I said, trying to diffuse the situation. Sybil could be unpredictable at times.

“I know that! Man on man. Woman on woman. I don’t give a goddamn! What I do care about is taking a classic and turning it into smut. Now that is not right, Cade. Not right. You don’t fuck with the classics.”

“Cade, this can’t keep happening,” Tito moaned.

Sybil turned back to Tito. “I’m seventy-three years old but I ain’t dead yet, sonny. I’m the original biker queen and I’m still packing as much attitude as I did back when my old man started the Kings of Mayhem more than fifty years ago. If you ever mess with one of the classics again and put your perverted stamp all over it, I will knock you on your ass, do you hear me?”

Again, I struggled to contain my grin.

Tito, however, looked unraveled. And he had every cause to be because I had no doubt Sybil meant what she said. She was a classy lady who never left the house without taming her bright red hair and putting on a thick coat of red lipstick. But she was a biker queen first. Tough. Fierce. With a mean right hook.

You didn’t fuck with Sybil Calley.

Taking pity on Tito, I slunk an arm around Grandma’s shoulders and guided her toward the front door.

“Now, Grandma, you can’t come in here and get up in Tito’s grill about things. Head Quarters is off limits to MC women, remember?”

That rule had come about after Sybil had swept through Head Quarters like a hurricane and upset an entire cast of actresses on the set of a movie we were making called Some Like It Hard. Sybil was a die-hard Marilyn fan and managed to put the fear in all the actresses who were on set, leading to a mass walk-out and halting production for three days.

Not that Sybil paid any attention to rules. She was the original rule breaker. She did what she wanted, when she wanted. And if it suited her, she’d blame her forgetfulness on her age to get away with it, despite being sharp as a tack.

She waved off the mention of the rules.

“If that little pervert can’t handle a seventy-year-old woman, then he needs to take a cup of cement and harden the fuck up.” She glanced over her shoulder and narrowed her eyes at Tito as we were walking away, and muttered, “little pussy.”

I tried not to laugh because that would only encourage her, so I asked, “Grandma, why are you here?”

She relaxed and smiled. “Now, Cade, you know you’re my favorite grandson—”

“You say that to all your grandsons . . .”

“. . . and I love you. So I wanted to see how you were feeling about Indy coming home.”

“This isn’t her home anymore, Grandma. She lives in Seattle now.”

“Thank you, Captain Obvious. But you know what I mean.” Her face softened as she took my hand. “I know the affect that girl has on you. I just wanted to make sure…”

“What?”

She smacked me hard on the arm. “That you’re not going to be an ass about it.”

I couldn’t help but grin. Good on Grandma Sybil.

“A lot of water has passed under the bridge, Grandma. I’m not an eighteen-year-old psychopath anymore.”

Sybil didn’t look convinced. “You’re a Calley and we’re passionate sonsofbitches. When we love, we love big, and if that love dies, then we die a big death along side it. I should know. When your Pappy died, my heart went with him.”

I couldn’t help but smile at my feisty grandmother.

“I’m sure Jury wouldn’t like to hear you say that,” I said.

Jury was my grandma’s sixty-year-old boyfriend.

“Jury isn’t the love of my life. Your grandpappy was. Jury knows I’m just after his body.”

I raised an eyebrow at her. “Grandma, there are certain things a grandson should never hear his grandmother say, and that’s right up there with them.”

She waved me off. “The body may be old and the reflection in the mirror might be slightly different, but the mind is still twenty years old. I might not be able to do it the way I used to but—”

I stuck my fingers in my ears. “Lalalalalalalalala . . .”

She rolled her eyes. “Fine. I’ll let you think that I don’t do the things I still did when I was twenty.”

“Seriously, Grandma . . .” I begged, pained by the mental images.

Sighing dramatically, she changed the subject. “Your mom is making dinner for Lady and Indy. Somehow I was extended an invitation. I assume you’ll be there.”

To say Sybil and my mom didn’t exactly get along would be an understatement. The civil unrest had ended years ago, but in its wake was a frosty cold war of mammoth proportions. Mother-in-law and daughter-in-law didn’t exactly see eye to eye.

I nodded. “I’m heading over there now.”

“Fine. I’ll follow you. Lord knows I’ve had my fair share of pussy and cock today.”

I opened the front door for her and shook my head. “Jesus Christ, Sybil. My ears are bleeding.”

#2

Looking down at her, I looked into her eyes. I had won the lottery. I had everything I wanted. I just hoped she felt the same way. 

“I love you,” I said. And I had never meant anything more in that one moment. “Tell me what I need to do to keep you with me.”

“I need to take things one step at a time,” she replied soberly.

“We can work things out together.” I wiped a strand of hair from her cheek. Still inside her, I felt her clench around me. “Promise me that we can. That you won’t run away again.”

She nodded and slid her hand behind my neck, pulling me down to kiss me. “I’m not going anywhere,” she whispered against my lips.

I rose up on my forearms again. Sliding my turquoise and silver ring from my finger, I reached for her left hand and slipped it over her ring finger. “You’re my girl.”

“What are you doing?”

“Making you mine for good.”

Surprise turned into a big smile. “Are you asking me to marry you?”

“I don’t want any other girl, Indy. From the moment I met you, we were meant to be together.”

“This isn’t really taking things one day at a time,” she said with a soft chuckle.

I smiled and curled my hand around the ring and her finger. “This is permanent.”

She gave me one of her serious looks. “I won’t cook for you.”

“You can’t cook anyway.”

She grinned “And I don’t iron.”

“Baby, do I look like the kind of guy who gives a fuck about ironing?”

I was hard as fuck now, and when I started to move inside her again, an involuntary moan escaped her parted lips.

“In fact, I won’t wash, clean, or run after you in any way, shape, or form,” she said. She was trying to keep focused on her argument, but the fact that I was slowly fucking her was becoming a distraction.

“And I won’t be at your beck and call, like the other old ladies.” She tried to sound tough, but she was close to whimpering as my cock moved in and out of her. I pressed in deep and hard against her pelvis with mine.

“Aha,” I said, running my tongue along her neck.

“And don’t expect me to wait at home for you to come home. I’m an independent woman.”

I pressed harder into her. “Indy…”

“Yes?”

“Are you always going to be such a pain in the ass?”

I felt her grin against my shoulder. “You can count on it, Cade. I ain’t one of your club bunnies.”

I looked down at her. “Club bunnies?” God, I was in love with her.

“Like Sandy or Candy, or whatever the fuck their names are.”

The beginnings of another orgasm began to swell in me.

“I think I got it. You ain’t no cooking, cleaning, ironing, wait-at-home, club bunny.”

“Exactly.”

When she gasped at my sudden thrust, I knew it wasn’t going to take me long to make her come, and I was right. After moving deep and slow into her, she came beneath me in tiny shudders, pressing her fingers deep into my shoulders and squeezing her thighs tight around my hips. It was enough to set me off. My second orgasm was long and drawn out, sinking into my brain and dragging me away on a hazy wave of bliss.

That’s when I made a silent vow to myself. I would only ever do right by this amazing woman. No matter what it took.