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Recovery Road (Torpedo Ink)
A broken man finds a woman worth living for in the new novel in #1 New York Times bestselling author Christine Feehan's Torpedo Ink motorcycle club series.
Kir "Master" Vasiliev doesn't care whether he lives or dies. He's a burnt-out shell with no one and nothing but his club. Whatever Torpedo Ink needs, Master will put himself in harm's way time after time. If he doesn't make it back, he's certain everyone will move on just fine.
Investment banker Ambrielle Moore knows her own mind, and she's not willing to settle for anyone. So when a second-rate gangster and his thugs try to coerce her into marriage-and giving up all of her family's money-she's having none of it. Until they turn to cold-blooded murder.
Grieving and enraged, Ambrie is ready to go scorched earth on her captors when Master shows up anticipating a damsel in distress. But Ambrie is nothing like he expected, and everything he never knew he desired....
Kir "Master" Vasiliev doesn't care whether he lives or dies. He's a burnt-out shell with no one and nothing but his club. Whatever Torpedo Ink needs, Master will put himself in harm's way time after time. If he doesn't make it back, he's certain everyone will move on just fine.
Investment banker Ambrielle Moore knows her own mind, and she's not willing to settle for anyone. So when a second-rate gangster and his thugs try to coerce her into marriage-and giving up all of her family's money-she's having none of it. Until they turn to cold-blooded murder.
Grieving and enraged, Ambrie is ready to go scorched earth on her captors when Master shows up anticipating a damsel in distress. But Ambrie is nothing like he expected, and everything he never knew he desired....
Readers Top Reviews
BlueSurvivorCanuc
I think this latest instalment of this much loved series is one my favourites, loved that Ambrie was so independent & capable instead of being the stereotypical damsel in distress, she was perfect for Master, quite refreshing! The other huge thing that I loved was they had a normal ish sex life, I understand a lot of torpedo ink have hang ups related to childhood abuse which manifests in their own ways with individual coping mechanisms but this was a nice change 😂 Great story with several sub plots plus old characters who we have grown to love appearing throughout the story made this one all the better for it, there was a humorous thread woven in too which fitted perfectly, nice to see this author back to close to her best As always my advice is to start with the first book in this series as they follow on from each other and follow a timeline so your enjoyment of this latest book is enhanced by reading them in order Enjoy 😉
SMMBlueSurvivorCa
All the members of Torpedo Ink are heartbreakingly broken, but Master’s broken soul is so quiet even his brothers don’t recognize it. I wanted to cry for him, felt gut-churning fear that he would walk straight into his own death with no one to recognize his truth. Thank heavens for Ambrie. It might seem like a far-fetched scenario, but the love that grows from a promise of vengeance and a marriage of convenience feels so real it’s a wonder that it took so long for the other members of Torpedo Ink to catch on. Loved the steam levels in this one, and liked the fact that the members are learning to accept their brother’s chosen mate better than in past books. The prank-off between Torpedo Ink and Jackson had me laughing out loud. I really want to hear the tune for red hot Jackson🤣.
Lotusland LadySMM
I had more or less given up on this series. It seemed to be going so far into S&M, female humiliation and were becoming too creepy to enjoy. I almost did not order Recovery Road, though I think I have every book Christine Feehan has written and read most of them many times. I am so glad I did go ahead and order this one. The two main characters, Master and Ambrie, are both appealing, the story is great, and no man is sticking his naked lady love in a cat collar because he has "issues." While the back story of all these Torpedo Ink books is horrific it has been hard for me to be sympathetic to the female characters who allowed themselves to be so abused by the men who supposedly loved them. That is not the case in this book. Ambrie is smart, competent and confident, and I enjoyed getting to know her almost as much as Master did.
Kathleen KruegerL
This book reminded me why I fell in love with Christine Feehan's writing. She truly empowered the women in this story! I found myself crying and cheering and swinging my fist in the air yelling "YES!" The women of Torpedo Ink are my heros. There is a bit of a reunion in this book bringing back characters from previous books in this series as well as characters from the Drake Sisters of Sea Haven and the Sisters of the Heart series which was exciting. While revenge, defense and violence are big themes in this book, it took a step back from some of the SM of the previous books making the relationship more about comforting, encouraging, healing, acceptance, and character growth. My heart broke fro the character Master and left me demanding his Redemption right along with the character Ambrielle. This is a stand out among her books. It deserves all its stars.
diana jaycox (my
More Torpedo Ink, please! I love this series so much. It seems like I finish one book and I am ready to start reading them all again! I just can't get enough! Gregory Road by Christine Feehan is the eight book in the series. The story of the 19 surviving Russian orphans now adults, from one of the worst schools for assassins run by the pedophile Sorbocov, continues in book 8 with Master the prison expert story. True to the other books Christine once again proves that their is a hero and soulmate for everyone. With incredible sensitivity and great tenderness, Christine Feehan weaves a story around controversial subjects as trained assassin teams, exploitation of women and children, a corrupt justice system and just plain greed. The romance is at times hard core as the members of the Torpedo Ink Motorcycle club. But in Christine Feehan hands you can see that even a trained killer can have a gentler human side if he finds the person who completes and heals his cracked soul! Recovery Road is another action- packed, page-turner of a book. Torpedo Ink always gets their man (or woman) and Recovery Road is no exception. HAPPILY ever after is guaranteed in a Christine Feehan novel as the bad guys really get what is coming too them. And if you believe revenge is a dish best served cold you have never read Christine Feehan's Torpedo Ink series. Because in Recovery Road and the 7 other books justice / revenge is HOT, HOT HOT! Christine Feehan is the queen of magical, HOT, paranormal romance. Her books are worth every penny and every minute you spend reading them. Over and over again!
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Everyone had a breaking point. Everyone. Kir "Master" Vasiliev was well aware he had been past that point when he agreed to take the assignment. He never should have done it. Burning out when behind bars with no backup was a bad idea, especially if he didn't give a fuck whether he lived or died-which he didn't.
The only reason he didn't kill the two guards and the four prisoners right then and there was because he had a job to do, and he never let a job go unfinished. That was drilled into him. His club, Torpedo Ink, needed the intelligence, and he had been given the assignment to get the information and then kill the four men who had threatened their president and his family. That meant the two dirty guards who were involved with them had to die as well.
The eighteen charter members of Torpedo Ink had grown up together in a place loosely called a "school" in Russia. Their parents had been murdered by a powerful man named Kostya Sorbacov. He took the children of his political enemies and placed them in one of four schools supposedly to become assets for their country. That was true of three of the four schools, although all of them were brutal.
The fourth school was located far from the city, where the criminally insane prisoners-the ones the government refused to acknowledge existed-were housed. Pedophiles. Rapists. Serial killers. These were men and women Sorbacov utilized as the instructors for the children in the fourth school. Supposedly the children were to become assassins-assets for their country. What they really were, were playthings-toys for Sorbacov and his friends. Over twenty years, two hundred eighty-nine children entered that school. Only nineteen survived.
Destroyer, the nineteenth survivor, had recently found his way to them and joined Torpedo Ink. Like Master, Destroyer knew his way around prisons, but Master had been trained to take these missions from a young age, and Torpedo Ink relied on him. Of all the members, he was the only one with a record in their new country. They all had impeccable paperwork, thanks to Code. Even Master's prison records were mostly manufactured. Still, the fact that he was officially dirty, when the rest of his club was officially clean, set him apart. Only Destroyer would understand that concept.
Torpedo Ink now spent a good deal of their time hunting pedophiles and those running human trafficking rings. None of them could ever live normal lives after what had been done to them as children, teens and young men and women. To survive, they had turned their bodies into weapons and developed what others might refer to as psychic talents. Czar had explained that he believed everyone had talents, they just didn't have to use them so they never worked at making them strong. The members of Torpedo Ink had started as young children to practice in those long, endless days and nights in the basement of their hideous torture school.
Master was positive the cameras in the laundry room where the guards had brought him had been turned off. After all, the guards wouldn't want it to be caught on film if the four prisoners about to beat the shit out of him accidentally killed him. Still, that didn't stop him from making certain the cameras weren't working. He wasn't about to take any chances. He never did. That was what kept him from ever getting caught.
Master had been sure to offend these specific prisoners several times in the yard that afternoon, even after he'd been warned. He'd done it out of anyone's hearing so that when the prisoners and the guards were found dead in the morning, and he was back in his cell, no one would think to connect him with the bodies. That was always key in this kind of mission. As the primary assassin, you were never caught with the target, not by anyone. There was nothing to connect you to the death. If you had to draw attention to yourself to get put into solitary, you picked a fight with some other prisoner, not the target.
It had taken time and expert maneuvering to get locked up near these four men so they would share the same yard and floor. Torpedo Ink had to be certain the intelligence was right about them. Once they'd locked onto them, Master had been put in place. Then it was a matter of finding out who was aiding them-passing on messages to them and allowing them out into the world when they were needed.
Master knew every classic way to hide an assassination team. Master had been placed in several prisons, hidden there, to be used when Sorbacov deemed it necessary. These four men were protected in that prison. They came and went, and they had special perks. Women were brought to them when they asked for them. They had whatever kinds of meals they wanted. Cush rooms. Master recognized it all,...
Everyone had a breaking point. Everyone. Kir "Master" Vasiliev was well aware he had been past that point when he agreed to take the assignment. He never should have done it. Burning out when behind bars with no backup was a bad idea, especially if he didn't give a fuck whether he lived or died-which he didn't.
The only reason he didn't kill the two guards and the four prisoners right then and there was because he had a job to do, and he never let a job go unfinished. That was drilled into him. His club, Torpedo Ink, needed the intelligence, and he had been given the assignment to get the information and then kill the four men who had threatened their president and his family. That meant the two dirty guards who were involved with them had to die as well.
The eighteen charter members of Torpedo Ink had grown up together in a place loosely called a "school" in Russia. Their parents had been murdered by a powerful man named Kostya Sorbacov. He took the children of his political enemies and placed them in one of four schools supposedly to become assets for their country. That was true of three of the four schools, although all of them were brutal.
The fourth school was located far from the city, where the criminally insane prisoners-the ones the government refused to acknowledge existed-were housed. Pedophiles. Rapists. Serial killers. These were men and women Sorbacov utilized as the instructors for the children in the fourth school. Supposedly the children were to become assassins-assets for their country. What they really were, were playthings-toys for Sorbacov and his friends. Over twenty years, two hundred eighty-nine children entered that school. Only nineteen survived.
Destroyer, the nineteenth survivor, had recently found his way to them and joined Torpedo Ink. Like Master, Destroyer knew his way around prisons, but Master had been trained to take these missions from a young age, and Torpedo Ink relied on him. Of all the members, he was the only one with a record in their new country. They all had impeccable paperwork, thanks to Code. Even Master's prison records were mostly manufactured. Still, the fact that he was officially dirty, when the rest of his club was officially clean, set him apart. Only Destroyer would understand that concept.
Torpedo Ink now spent a good deal of their time hunting pedophiles and those running human trafficking rings. None of them could ever live normal lives after what had been done to them as children, teens and young men and women. To survive, they had turned their bodies into weapons and developed what others might refer to as psychic talents. Czar had explained that he believed everyone had talents, they just didn't have to use them so they never worked at making them strong. The members of Torpedo Ink had started as young children to practice in those long, endless days and nights in the basement of their hideous torture school.
Master was positive the cameras in the laundry room where the guards had brought him had been turned off. After all, the guards wouldn't want it to be caught on film if the four prisoners about to beat the shit out of him accidentally killed him. Still, that didn't stop him from making certain the cameras weren't working. He wasn't about to take any chances. He never did. That was what kept him from ever getting caught.
Master had been sure to offend these specific prisoners several times in the yard that afternoon, even after he'd been warned. He'd done it out of anyone's hearing so that when the prisoners and the guards were found dead in the morning, and he was back in his cell, no one would think to connect him with the bodies. That was always key in this kind of mission. As the primary assassin, you were never caught with the target, not by anyone. There was nothing to connect you to the death. If you had to draw attention to yourself to get put into solitary, you picked a fight with some other prisoner, not the target.
It had taken time and expert maneuvering to get locked up near these four men so they would share the same yard and floor. Torpedo Ink had to be certain the intelligence was right about them. Once they'd locked onto them, Master had been put in place. Then it was a matter of finding out who was aiding them-passing on messages to them and allowing them out into the world when they were needed.
Master knew every classic way to hide an assassination team. Master had been placed in several prisons, hidden there, to be used when Sorbacov deemed it necessary. These four men were protected in that prison. They came and went, and they had special perks. Women were brought to them when they asked for them. They had whatever kinds of meals they wanted. Cush rooms. Master recognized it all,...
