Genres: Contemporary, Fiction, New Adult
Sinning never felt so good…
A fortuitous encounter.
A meeting that should never have happened.
Many years ago, two children from completely different worlds forged a connection, a fateful connection, an unbreakable bond that would change their lives forever…
Salome knows only one way to live—under Prophet David’s rule. In the commune she calls home, Salome knows nothing of life beyond her strict faith, nor of life beyond the Fence—the fence that cages her, keeps her trapped in an endless cycle of misery. A life she believes she is destined to always lead, until a horrific event sets her free.
Fleeing the absolute safety of all she has ever known, Salome is thrust into the world outside, a frightening world full of uncertainty and sin; into the protective arms of a person she believed she would never see again.
River ‘Styx’ Nash knows one thing for certain in life—he was born and bred to wear a cut. Raised in a turbulent world of sex, Harleys, and drugs, Styx, unexpectedly has the heavy burden of the Hades Hangmen gavel thrust upon him, and all at the ripe old age of twenty-six—much to his rivals’ delight.
Haunted by a crushing speech impediment, Styx quickly learns to deal with his haters. Powerful fists, an iron jaw and the skillful use of his treasured German blade has earned him a fearsome reputation as a man not to be messed with in the shadowy world of outlaw MC’s. A reputation that successfully keeps most people far, far away.
Styx has one rule in life—never let anyone get too close. It’s a plan that he has stuck to for years, that is, until a young woman is found injured on his lot… a woman who looks uncannily familiar, a woman who clearly does not belong in his world, yet a woman he feels reluctant to let go…
Dark Contemporary Romance/New Adult Novel. Contains sexual situations, violence, sensitive and taboo subjects, offensive language and mature topics. Recommended for age 18 years and up*
I seriously loved Sweet Home and Sweet Rome, by Tillie Cole. So, I was excited to add It’s Ain’t Me, Babe to my ‘to be read list’. I found the synopsis to be super intriguing, especially with my minor (okay sometimes major) obsession with bikers, biker clubs, and MC books lately.
Styx Nash has been a part of the biker world his whole life and now at a young age is the new Prez of his MC- Hades Hangmen. Having a speech impediment, in order to maintain respect from everyone around him, Styx finds it easier to be mute; which has given him a fearful reputation of being the Hangmen Mute. He has only been able to speak to three people in his life- his dad, his best friend and the VP of the MC, Ky, and a little girl that he met as a child and that still haunts his dreams.
Salome “Mae” was raised in a commune/cult believing that the outside world was full of evil. After a horrific event, Mae is able to escape and ends up severely wounded in Styx’s back yard. Terrified, near death, and believing that she ended up in hell (with Hade’s painted all over the walls) Styx is the only thing that makes her feel safe. Realizing that Styx is the boy that Mae met years ago, their childhood connection brings them back together and she feels protected in his arms.
“You have light within you, Styx, and I feel it shining through like the rays of the midday sun. It is beautiful. You are a good man.”
Wow- this was like David Koresh and the Branch Davidians (which I remember years ago being glued to the TV watching all the news coverage) meets Sons of Anarchy (which I am OBSESSED with). Okay, it is totally wrong that I secretly wish I was an old lady in an MC!?! Yes, there is violence and lots of sexual situations in this book- after all it does take place mostly inside a MC and with bikers. I should have probably felt like some of the things that the Hangmen did was wrong, but in a twisted way it was all justified in my mind. I was completely disgusted by the actions of the disciples and the whole commune, but sadly this stuff does take place. Of course, with the premise of this book it is expected there would be a lot of drama and conflict. I loved seeing the changes that Mae brought to Styx; he was so gentle and loving with her, when he was so different to everyone else. With the way that the book concluded, I hope that there will be additional books about the other members of Hades Hangmen and that this story continues. I would definitely recommend this book to others.
He cupped my cheeks. “ Babe…you’re my best… kinda therapy.”
Styx moved to the chair, sitting before me yet again, as though he could sense my dismay. He tilted his head in question, asking silently what was wrong.
I had managed to evade my reality long enough. Part of me could almost pretend it was just a horrible nightmare, more so as I sat in this strange darkened room with Styx. However, flashes of Bella, motionless, lying broken on the floor of that cell, stabbed relentlessly at my conscience, piercing emotional walls. I shook my head profusely, trying to rid my mind’s eye of those horrific scenes.
Severe punishments were common amongst my people, a necessity to prevent others from falling from the path of righteousness. But Bella was my sister, she could not love Gabriel, and that was her downfall, plain and simple. I would rather live in eternal damnation here on the outside than marry the man who sanctioned the relentless abuse of my true flesh and blood.
Awkwardly, Styx moved toward me. He gently ran his thumbs over my cheeks, wiping away the wetness. It took me a moment to realize I was crying. Emotions were forbidden in the commune, but I could not stop the tears. My chest tightened and I gripped his wrists, needing his support. Silent involuntary cries ripped from my chest and I let the pain take hold. I really cried for the first time in my life.
Styx moved beside me and an arm circled my shoulders, which made me jump. I glanced up at Styx’s rugged face: those hazel eyes, big soft lips, rough cheeks marked by a few small scars. His tongue licked at the silver ring through his bottom lip and a large set of dimples set on his cheeks. Those dark, soft delves made him seem less… severe, more human.
As I once more fixed my eyes on this big, silent man, so different from the boy I met, I crumbled. I gave in. This was everything I had been taught was wrong, but I could not help but cherish his touch. His strong arms encased me, warming me, comforting me, letting me feel safe. I held on tightly to his leather vest—he smelled of leather, soap, and smoke, and something else, something really… good. I had never ever been held like this before, never soothed. The only type of affection I had ever received was on those days. Even then, touching like this was strictly prohibited.
Styx guided my head to the crook of his neck and only then did I set my sobs free.
I cried for a long time before I gave in to exhaustion and drifted off to sleep, still unsure if I was being lured into a den of evil. But I felt completely and utterly safe in the strong arms of the only boy I had ever kissed…