#NewRelease — Embers (Common Law) #2 by Kate Sherwood + Review & Giveaway
Series: Common Law #2
Author: Kate Sherwood
Length: 192 Pages
Publisher: Riptide Publishing
Publication Date: February 6, 2017
Cover Artist: Natasha Snow
Star Rating: 4.0
Small town—big problems. Jericho Crewe is back in Mosely, Montana, trying to deal with police corruption, interfering feds, his newly discovered family members, and, of course, Wade Granger.
He doesn’t really need a biker war on top of it all, but as the bodies start to pile up, it becomes pretty clear that’s what he’s got. Not only that, but Wade’s involved somehow, and as soon as Wade is a part of something, things that seemed clear become cloudy.
With the feds breathing down his neck, Jericho has to find his way through Wade’s maze of half truths and manipulations. It would all be so much easier if Jericho could think straight in the other man’s presence. So much easier if their passionate past could be forgotten, and if he could be sure he’s strong enough to resist the temptation of a passionate present.
Embers, Book Two, in Kate Sherwood’s - Common Law series was more of a slow burn as in it didn’t really lead anywhere. Jericho is now the under-sheriff and is, more or less, stumbling around trying to figure out what his job entails while the DEA decides whether they can trust him or not.
He doesn’t like being referred to as “a country boy” but he does have that “good ole’ country boy” feel to his personality. He comes across more laid back and does a whole lot of speculating but does very little solving of anything. Any revelations made usually happen by having contact with Wade Granger.
I’m disappointed bad-boy Wade didn’t have more page time than he did, BUT. . . the one hot scene that played a factor in this story—courtesy of Mr. Wade Granger—he finally got his hands all over Mr. Jericho Crewe—but it was short-lived—and Jericho was a real ass afterwards. I felt bad for Wade, but if I've learned anything, in these two books, it's that Wade will give nothing away with his expressions, just show his killer and charming smile—so. . .if he was disappointed, you can bet he won't show it to Jericho.
I don’t know that the story moved forward any, there is some speculation flowing, some trust issues that need to be worked out—not only in the sheriff’s department but among friendships as well—and I have my own suspicions that everyone and everything is not as it appears. Fingers crossed. Time will tell, and of course, there are two more books still waiting to be discovered.
I’m still very much interested, and hopeful to see where this series is going and still holding out much excitement that bad-boy Wade has an ace up his sleeve that he will play to bring Jericho to his knees, literally.
Jericho, get your head out of your ass and take that boy to bed!! :) He misses you!! Can't wait to start Darkness, Book Three, coming up next!
* I received a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review through http://netgalleycom
In the month since he’d started at the sheriff’s office, Jericho had spent most of his time helping Kayla look into corruption and wading through the bureaucratic bullshit that was part of running the department.
Cooperating with the FBI as they investigated his shooting of their rogue agents and all the events that had led up to that, then endless hours of poring over old arrest reports, case notes and evidence chain-of-custody paperwork had bored him so completely that the occasional night of filling in on patrol seemed like an exciting adventure.
The town of Mosely didn’t have its own police force, so the sheriff’s department covered the little grid of houses and businesses as well as the vast rural area beyond.
Town was the most likely spot to find something happening on a night patrol, and Jericho had been pretty happy to discover a couple of drunk kids to cut the tedium.
But writing tickets was nothing compared to explosions. He grinned as he called in to central dispatch and requested firefighters and extra police.
This was more like it.
His excitement turned into something else, something cold and tight in his belly, as he drew closer to the flames licking the night sky and realized just which building was on fire.
This wasn’t a fun adventure, it was a dangerous situation. Someone might have been killed if they’d been caught in that blast.
He parked the cruiser across the road to block any oncoming traffic. He was the first person on the scene, as far as he could tell, so there was no one to see him as he jumped out of the car and ran toward the burning building.
The heat was too intense for him to get much closer than the edge of the parking lot.
He stood there and stared, barely aware of the churning in his stomach and the cold sweat on his skin.
The building blazing in front of him was Kelly’s, the bar owned by Wade Granger.
And if Wade had been inside when the building exploded, there was no way he could have survived.
Jericho still had Wade’s cell number, and he fumbled with his phone and stabbed at the screen, sending a silent prayer to anyone who might be listening, anyone who might care, as he waited for the number to connect.
When Wade’s voice mail clicked in, Jericho wanted to scream in frustration. Instead he said, “Wade, it’s Jericho. There’s a problem at the bar. Give me a call as soon as you can, okay? As soon as you get this message. Call me. Now.”
It wasn’t enough. Jericho wanted to spill his soul, confess to everything he’d felt over the years, and everything he hadn’t felt when he’d been with anyone but Wade. He wanted to set it all straight, stop wasting time, stop fighting something that could never be beaten.
But if Wade had been in that building, it was too late for any of that.
So Jericho shoved his phone back in his jacket pocket and tried to focus on his job. His hands were shaking a little as he unrolled the crime-scene tape, but by the time the volunteer fire fighters started arriving, he was under better control.
He even managed not to punch the young asshole who sneered at the remains of the bar and said, “You want us to take it slow? No point risking our lives for scumbags like that, right?”
“Follow your standard procedure,” Jericho growled, and then stalked away before the kid said anything else.
It was hypocritical to judge the firefighter. He’d been pretty gleeful himself on the drive over, until he realized whose property was involved. And first responders often developed a sort of black humor as a way to deal with the trauma of their jobs.
It was Jericho’s reaction that was unusual, not the kid’s.
He checked his phone, then stared at the flames. They were starting to die down on their own and the firefighters seemed to be spending most of their time on the nearby buildings, making sure the fire didn’t spread.
Apparently they’d given up on salvaging anything from the bar. Anything, anyone . . .
Jericho’s phone vibrated in his hand, and he flipped it around to see the screen so fast he almost dropped it.
The last texts between him and Wade had come from Jericho’s side, sending information about where his kidnapped half siblings were being held. Now the message came in the opposite direction.
Building is empty. No need for heroics.
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