Published by Self Published on November 17, 2015
Genres: Fiction, Romance, Contemporary Romance
Pages: 394 pages
Series: Corrupt Chaos MC #1
Some people are born with a silver spoon in their mouths and lady luck tucked into their back pocket. Then there’s people like me, who live to survive. Survive loss. Survive loneliness. Survive the black tar that swallows you whole, stealing everything and anything that could resemble a piece of happiness. They try and fail, try again and fail even harder. Starting life’s never ending cycle of wash, rinse, and repeat.
That’s me. Or it was. Ten years I wandered through life. Through ten towns. Through ten men. Then, I didn’t anymore. A hellacious storm came and ripped everything away, leaving me stripped bare for the most beautiful man. A man part of the Corrupt Chaos Motorcycle club, who not only saved my life but rescued my soul. Or so it may seem from the outside. On the inside, it’s not that simple. Life never is.
And it’s painstakingly relentless.
I’m Magdalene Murdock and this is my story.
After reading The MC Chronicles, I truly didn’t know what to expect with this read, and reading the first few pages of this book I didn’t think that Beyond Her Words was going to cut it for me. It wasn’t until I hit chapter two that I started craving every page, paragraph, and word that was written. I honestly can’t explain the change of heart or mind, it kind of freaked me out too, but was I glad that I started enjoying the story.
I think I have the same obsession with Scottish men as this author does, because I’ve been entertaining thoughts of wanting to jump in these pages and fight Maggie for Lachlan. I wanted to dog-hump this man’s leg (bad visual?), to lick his beard, and swim in a pool of his accent alone. While at the same time I seriously wanted to drive my cleat footed show into Smoke’s ex-wife’s face for the crap she pulled and said, as well as the Lachlan wannabe (can’t even think of his name, he irritated me so much).
My kindle went everywhere with me, and I do mean everywhere, so that I could continually stay in the moment and mood that this book induced. But no amount of preparation or comfort food could’ve prepared me for the ending. Bink, I was so ready to virtually fight you if this story had’ve turned out in the direction it looked to be going. #IAintScared
This was a truly memorable and excellent story, a great read for the holidays. I hope that they’re be a squeal, possibly with Pip and Casanova? Maybe? Hopefully?