Relentless Habit - Review



Amount of sex 3.5 / 5
How explicit are the sex scenes 3.5 / 5
Story 4.5 / 5
Overall: 4.5 / 5
Relentless Habit is the first book in the O-Town series and can be read as a standalone romance. It tells the story of Brock Sullivan and Cecilia Lyons, and I was first introduced to the characters in the author’s Riot MC series. Brock is Vamp’s brother, and you can read Rainey and Vamp’s story in Inciting the Riot, which is the second book in the series. Cecilia is Tennille’s sister, and you can read Razor and Neil’s story in Into the Riot, which is the third book in the series. If you’re like me and enjoy knowing all of the character’s background stories, I do recommend reading their books. Just know that it’s only a suggestion.
Cecilia has recently turned her life around with the help of her family and the Riot MC. Although mentally, she still struggles with everything that has happened. So, one evening Cecilia and her friends go out to a nightclub. When she first meets Brock, the DJ at the club, she’s nervous about starting something new. But Brock had all of the confidence, and soon their one night of passion turned into much more. As time passes, Cecilia realizes she needs to tell Brock about her past, but she’s afraid. How will he take it when he discovers her secret? Will he be able to protect her from the life she left?
I’ve been looking forward to reading Cecilia’s story for a while now. Relentless Habit is a great story, and I loved seeing some of my favorite characters from the Riot series!
Voluntarily Reviewed an Advanced Copy

“Just say it, honey,” he murmured.
Laying naked on his turned-down bed, I asked, “Say what… honey?”
With his thumbs in his boxer-briefs, he gave me a semi-incredulous look. “You know ‘what,’ Sunflower. That it’s about time I got naked with you.”
Sunflower?
I couldn’t devote any head space to that. He wanted to give me a nickname, so be it. Besides, the unveiling of the main event was happening before my eyes. His chest was unrealistically tan for a man who was in college. As I scrutinized his torso, his pecs flexed, and my eyes flew to his.
Those eyes of his were something else with their intensity and ability to ask me a question without him saying word one. They were staring intensely at me as though to underscore his statement, but I was distracted by his thumbs in his boxer-briefs.
After a lengthy moment, I whispered, “Yeah. It’s about time all right, Brock.”
I heard a low growling noise before he said, “You got that right, Cecilia.”




















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