Title: Heart Ripper: Coffin Nails MC (Sex & Mayhem #9)
Author Name & Publisher: K.A. Merikan (Acerbi & Villani Ltd)
Publication Date & Length:. June 15, 2016 – 319 pgs
We knew we’d write Heart Ripper as soon as David appeared on the pages of Split as the MCs younger brother. There was just something about this tertiary character that spoke to us, and in no time, we were hard at work. David comes from a very devout Catholic background, and the overbearing nature of his mother doesn’t do him any favors in discovering his sexual interests.
But then comes Raja, a friend of David’s brother, and he sweeps David off his feet without knowing who he’s dealing with.
This story is much sweeter than many of the other Sex & Mayhem books in the sense that one of the characters is not in any way connected to the criminal world, and that is one of the reasons Raja, the newly appointed club president of one of the Coffin Nails MC chapters, likes him so much. David is a sweet ray of sunshine and normalcy, the kind of boyfriend Raja never had, and he can’t deny himself the attraction, even if he knows he should not pursue this particular guy.
I guess most of us like a story of a forbidden love, one that needs to face many obstacles. It isn’t easy for Raja to openly date a guy, and it is even harder for David to put everything on the line, but their connection is explosive, and neither of them can make himself give up on it.
— You always want what you can’t have. —
David. Catholic. Gay. Set on keeping his purity ring.
Raja. Biker. Manwhore. Never refuses a bet.
David has always tried to be the best son his parents could dream of.
Always at church on Sunday.
Always eager to help with the garden.
Always trying his best at school.
Prim, proper, innocent, and kind.
But deep inside of him, there is a yearning planted by the devil himself, and when a cocky, foul-mouthed biker pulls him a step too far, David doesn’t fall into the abyss. He leaps.
Raja is all he’s ever dreamed of, yet didn’t dare voice. Older, dangerous, a wall of muscle with a grip so strong David can’t resist him no matter how hard he tries.
As a freshly appointed president of a motorcycle club on the verge of ruin, Raja has a lot to live up to. Being gay doesn’t do him any favors in terms of commanding the respect of his men. He has his way of compensating though.
Always first in a fight.
Always bragging about his sexual conquests.
Always up for a bet.
Daring, tattooed, sexy, and unapologetic.
After he boasts he can have any man he wants, he gets challenged to hook up with the preppy guy wallflowering at a party. Raja can’t wait to pop the innocent cutie’s cherry. But when he finds out the guy is his friend’s younger brother, life gets a whole lot messier.
Why is the one guy who should be off-limits always the most tempting?
This is the KA Merikan I first fell in love with. Raja might just be my favourite bad boy biker yet and David – well, David spends this story growing up and finding his place in the world. He is cute at the start and he is smokin’ hot by the end.
This is one of the more emotional books I’ve read by these authors. I would almost describe parts of this story as sweet and moving. However, after each of these fluffy moments, the language quickly returned to filthy and the violence escalated to brutal until I once again felt securely enmeshed in the Merikan world.
I have to admit that a few of the Merikan books have pushed me beyond my comfort zone with violent sex, non-consensual sex, unusual fetishes and pure graphic violence. While this is still sexy, gritty and graphic, the sex in this story is consensual and non-violent. As always, the connection between the two men is electric. Both men have a thing for talking dirty – so the language is delightfully filthy here.
David’s struggle to justify his sexuality with his faith is a personal, internal battle and his relationship with his parents and his church is complicated. As David is Hunter’s younger brother, it was interesting to watch the same family experienced by the two siblings in very different ways. Hunter is brilliant as a big brother and a father in this story.
Raja’s struggle is also private – the new club president feels he has to prove himself constantly while the people around him judge him for his sexuality and his skin colour. Where David has Hunter and now Asty, Raja has always been alone and it is difficult for him to trust or to care.
I loved the emotional connection between Raja and David as much as their sexual connection. I also loved the increasing complexity of the relationships between the Coffin Nails and their family members.
This is one of my favourite Merikan books; I think I like their slightly softer sides!
This was just an OK addition to the series for me. I have only read two of the previous books in this series, but I liked them much more than I enjoyed this book.
The characters were immature, whiny, and so hot and cold that even I was getting dizzy.
I liked how Hunter protected David to a point, but also let him breathe – find his own path. Hunter seemed like a great big brother who would go to the ends of the earth for family he knew would accept him. I love how he supported David and even went back to their old house to help his brother when their parents were being horrible.
Then you have Raja. I felt that he was sort of truncated throughout this story. You knew a little about him, here and there. You knew that he went through some horrible things, but in the end, that didn’t excuse his horrible behaviors for me. In fact, it just made his actions that much more deplorable. He should have known better.
David is just this shy, meek kid. He kind of grows up throughout the story, but he’s so stunted from living with his bible loving parents that he takes forever to grow up. At almost the end of the story, I felt he was kind of coming around to being an equal part of the relationship.
While this story had great aspects to it – I just couldn’t get over Raja’s and David’s behaviors to really like it.
Heart Ripper was certainly a different story compared to the others in this series. But I still loved it. Raja and David were so cute together, David so naive in any experience regarding life outside of his mother’s home and Raja who is very experienced but has gone through many awful times. They were perfect together. I liked the way this book was written with a more softer side not so violent, it was a nice change.
The bearded guy from downstairs slid inside, locking the door of the bathroom with a loud, final-sounding clang, and then his dark gaze was on David, rendering him mute and unable to defend himself from that strong presence.
The man was taller than David, and the white T-shirt he was wearing clung to his athletic body as he glided through the bathroom. For a moment, the world slowed down, and David could swear he saw the pitch-black hair float in the air, the curved-up moustache twitch as the man smiled beneath the thick, well-kept beard. Bold black tattoos covered the man’s arms, all the way to his wrists, and some even peeked out from under the round collar of the shirt, beckoning David to have a closer look at the dark, warm-hued skin, which had immediately set the man apart from everyone else present at the party.
“I… I mean, okay, I guess you need it more,” David uttered and attempted to pass the guy, fleeing for the door. He was hot, cold, sweaty all over, and nervous as hell. Life had been so much easier years ago, before puberty hit him in the face like a red hot poker drenched in sin.
The man stood in his way, and before David could utter a word of protest, a palm as hot as molten lava burned the skin of his throat, squeezing gently as the man pushed David back.
David stepped back in a daze, letting the stranger direct him toward the wall, until his knees hit something hard and cool. The man pushed him down, and David obeyed yet again, taking a seat on the closed toilet.
He could barely breathe from the stress of being alone with this guy in a locked room. “I’m sorry if I stared,” he wanted to say, but only managed a hoarse whisper. His body was still processing being touched by this man. Older, bigger, with eyes that could scorch David alive.
“I enjoyed you staring,” said the stranger with a small smirk to his lips as he traced his thumb over David’s lips. It was the sulphur to the match of David’s arousal, and he quickly clenched his thighs in panic. Even his accent immediately set him apart from most people David met. Rich and thick as sugar syrup, it was definitely Southern.
Even fumbly kisses with a girl at church camp weren’t as igniting as one touch from this man.
David would burn in hell for the images crawling out of the back of his mind. His heart was beating so hard it made him light-headed.
The man liked him looking.
So he wasn’t about to scold David for it. But what could a man like this possibly want with him then? A man with all that dark hair on his thick arms, a face as handsome as if it were a gift from the devil himself, and touch that made every hair on David’s body bristle.
“This… this is a misunderstanding,” David mumbled.
The man smirked and pulled down the zipper of his jeans, slowly letting go of David’s neck.
“Nice to meet you, pretty boy.”