Hidden Heat

by Carla Swafford

[Linda]

This review was originally posted on (un)Conventional Bookviews
Hidden Heat is a fast-paced romantic suspense that unfolds in the midst of a criminal MC, and where the heroine should stay far away, but she wants to keep her brother safe.



The danger lurking everywhere in Hidden Heat kept me on the edge of my seat, and the absolute hotness between Cassidy and Thorn sweetened the deal! Cassidy did get on my nerves a little at times, though - she never really thought things through - especially if she was upset about something. And she was that. Quite often, too. She would go off on people she'd be much better off not even talking to in the first place, and she put herself and others in danger when she knowingly insulted the president of Brothers of Mayhem. Because she had grown up in the club, she couldn't plead not knowing how things worked, either...

I really enjoyed Thorn, though - he was great in his role both as bartender and as Cassidy's protector / boyfriend. He had a big heart hidden beneath his cut, and most of the time, Cassidy realized this. Hidden Heat managed to keep me interested, though, as both the overall storyline and the plot lines kept me wanting more, and trying to figure things out. The fast pace had me feeling out of breath at times, like I needed to run to make sure Cassidy and Thorn would be safe when things went to hell...

Written in third person point of view, past tense, the narrative was quite close to the two main characters, though, and the readers did not know much the protagonists didn't know. This kept the suspense going until the end, though, and made for a tense and quick read.



Yeah, the girl - no scratch that - the woman was trouble, but he always had a thing for strong women. Sex was so much more fun and interesting when they surrendered. His dick twitched.

Though she grew up with pot and meth in whatever rental they lived in, she'd never messed with her parents' stash. Whenever she'd even looked at their paraphernalia in curiosity, they blew their tops, but not from fear of what might happen to her, or because she was too young to use drugs, but because they hated sharing.