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Sunday, July 16, 2017

Playing Catch Up! Nowhere But Here by Katie McGarry

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Nowhere But Here (Thunder Road #1) by Katie McGarry
Genre: New Adult (Contemporary Romance)
Date Published: May 26, 2015
Publisher: Harlequin Teen

An unforgettable new series from acclaimed author Katie McGarry about taking risks, opening your heart and ending up in a place you never imagined possible.

Seventeen-year-old Emily likes her life the way it is: doting parents, good friends, good school in a safe neighborhood. Sure, she's curious about her biological father—the one who chose life in a motorcycle club, the Reign of Terror, over being a parent—but that doesn't mean she wants to be a part of his world. But when a reluctant visit turns to an extended summer vacation among relatives she never knew she had, one thing becomes clear: nothing is what it seems. Not the club, not her secret-keeping father and not Oz, a guy with suck-me-in blue eyes who can help her understand them both.

Oz wants one thing: to join the Reign of Terror. They're the good guys. They protect people. They're…family. And while Emily—the gorgeous and sheltered daughter of the club's most respected member—is in town, he's gonna prove it to her. So when her father asks him to keep her safe from a rival club with a score to settle, Oz knows it's his shot at his dream. What he doesn't count on is that Emily just might turn that dream upside down.

No one wants them to be together. But sometimes the right person is the one you least expect, and the road you fear the most is the one that leads you home. 

Nowhere But Here is the first book in the Thunder Road series. There is a web of lies, deceit, and pain among pretty much every single character in this book. When Emily and Oz meet, they find a little bit of a silver lining as they get to know each other, but there are so many secrets among them. You can just feel the emotional pain and betrayal at times.

Emily's father and grandmother along with other members of the Reign of Terror, a motorcycle club, are the only family Oz has, so he takes his commitments to them very seriously. That includes hiding things from Emily. The information should have come from her family years ago. She desperately needed to know some of this stuff, and Oz was put in this position where he felt forced to keep things from her, but even he didn't know everything. 

The story was very well told and it was easy to keep all the facts straight as you got them. I loved Oz and Emily. I feel like they are just what the other needed. They fluctuate between fighting and welcoming their feelings for each other along the way. They are both steamy and cute. I'll be reading the next book soon!


With my knees pulled to my chest, I sit on a wooden bench that rests below a darkened window of the house.

I’ve been awake for over twenty-four hours and my brain has disconnected from my emotions. I feel stretched and numb. Cold and hot. Wired and exhausted. I sort of welcome it. I’m officially too tired for fear.

Oz was right earlier. I definitely was sucked into a storm and I’m desperately trying to grab on to anything solid to prevent myself from plummeting into the vortex of the tornado.

There’s a moan in the wooden window frame a few feet down and out pops a jean-clad leg. Oz slides out of the house with more elegance than I had. I ended up on my butt. He lands on both feet. Even with all that muscle, he’s graceful like a cat. Goody for him.

His eyes dart around and he does a double take when he spots me on the bench. He scans the yard and thick surrounding woods, then he strides over as if climbing out a bathroom window is normal. “And they say people from Kentucky are backwards. We have a front door and one in the kitchen, or do you think you’re too good for either one?”

“Would they have let me out?”

“Onto the porch.”

“Sure they would have—with an armed guard.”

“Not armed guard—escort,” he corrects as he stands in front of me. “And if you had made a break for it, I would have had to tackle you and then we’d be in all sorts of trouble. Could you imagine me putting my hands on your body?”

He winks.


Heat rushes up my neck and my earlobes burn.

“I…” Clear my throat so I can at least pretend that comment didn’t slip under my skin. “I have no idea what you’re suggesting.”

“Yeah, you do. Since you arrived at the funeral home, I’ve been looking at you and you’ve been looking at me. Too bad you didn’t go out the front door. Would have been fun, don’t you think? Me tackling you. Us rolling around. Tell me, Emily, are you the type of girl that doesn’t mind a good time?”

His strong body over mine. My hands messing through his hair. His hands touching my face. My nerve endings tingle.

The right side of his mouth tips up as if he can read my thoughts and his eyes wash over me like a lingering waterfall. That’s when it hits me, he’s playing a game with me. “You’re full of yourself.”

Oz assesses me. The same way my parents used to for weeks after they found me in that hole at eight. “You suck at running away. I found you in less than ten seconds.”

“Are you going to continue to rub it in that I failed?”

“I was going to, but that question stole my thunder.” Oz eases beside me and I curl into a ball toward the corner. Even with that move, the heat from his thighs wiggles past my jean shorts and caresses my skin. I rub my hand along my cold arms. I’d be lying if I didn’t say I crave to crawl up next to him and live in that heat for the rest of my life.

He sprawls the massive wingspan of his arms along the back of the bench then extends his long legs, kicking one booted foot on top of the other. His fingers “accidently” swipe across my bare shoulder and it causes a tickle in my bloodstream.

Oz commands awareness like no one I have ever met before. There’s no denying his presence. No denying that his body is close to perfect. No denying that since I laid eyes on him I’ve wondered what he looks like with his shirt off.

Completely impervious to how his nearness affects me, he stares straight ahead and watches the sunrise. “Ever seen one of these before?”

I shake my head no. I’ve been up before dawn, but I’ve never sat and admired how the stars are chased away by the sun rising on the horizon.

“Me neither,” he says. “Mind if I watch it with you?”

“If I say no, will you leave?”

“No.” At least he’s honest. “But I’m trying to at least make you feel like you have a choice.”

“But I don’t.”

“But you don’t,” he repeats. “Just a few more hours, Emily, and you can go back to your life and I can go back to mine. We can both pretend we never met.”

That’s all I want. Isn’t it?

Have you read the next book yet? Check back Sunday for my review!

KATIE MCGARRY was a teenager during the age of grunge and boy bands and remembers those years as the best and worst of her life. She is a lover of music, happy endings, and reality television, and is a secret University of Kentucky basketball fan.

To learn more about Katie McGarry and her books, visit her website.You can also find her on Goodreads, Facebook, Instagram, TumblrPinterest, and Twitter.

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