Author: Drew Elyse
Series: Savage Disciples MC #1
Release Date: September 15, 2015
Once a Disciple, forever a Disciple.
Cami was born into the Savage Disciples MC, but she ventured out to build a life of her own away from the club. She’s engaged now, living a new life despite missing the bikers that raised her. Overall, she’s… fine.
Sure, fine. She’s fine with the fiancé who is more interested in position and image than the woman in his life. She’s fine with the fake people around and the suffocating passive aggression. She’s fine with the fact that she is turning to drugs to self-medicate.
A Disciple will fight like a savage for what he wants.
When Gauge tags along to visit his club brother’s daughter, he can’t believe the two women he meets: the fiery daughter of a biker and the puppet with the blank affect. And yet, they’re both Cami.
He sees the fire beneath the surface, and he wants to watch it burn. He wants to rip away the man smothering her like a wet blanket. He wants to see the flames consume that cookie-cutter future-wife facade to the ground and dance with her in the flames.
When this biker clutches onto a Disciple’s daughter, there is no letting go.
Clutch is Drew Elyse’s foray into the world of MC romance and while it is certainly a departure from her previous titles, I was happy to find this story full of the vibrant imagery and powerful emotion I’ve come to love from this author. Gauge and Cami had a great chemistry that was instantaneous and intense. There was palpable tension between them from the minute they met and I really enjoyed their complicated and beautifully imperfect journey. The ups and downs of their story were ripe with a scorching heat. Whether they were impassioned or enraged, Gauge and Cami kept the fire between them burning bright. I absolutely love the fact that this series is centered on the strong, badass females raised in the club. It not only offers a unique perspective on the MC storyline but also guarantees some seriously great dynamics.
“It felt like I was burning up, like I had ceased to be a mere human body made of such fragile stuff. I was fire. A pure, uncontrollable, raging flame. Nothing could dull the light, extinguish the blaze. This was what I fought for years to contain. It had always been inside of me, volatile and waiting for an opening to escape.”
I really enjoyed the way Drew Elyse brought Cami out of her shell over the course of this book. Since leaving the MC world to move forward in her life, Cami’s new normal included a submissive and congenial behavior that choked the life out of her. From the moment Gauge comes into the picture, his unapologetic brashness was at odds with Cami’s self-restraint. He unravels her in a way that was deeply satisfying, pulling out the fierce, protective woman she’d tried so hard to keep locked away. The tension between them was undeniable, bringing significant heat to the pages of this story. Once she found her footing again, Cami’s familiarity with the MC world and her ease around the brothers allowed her to be bold in a way that made for hilarious conversations and plenty of snarky retorts. The back and forth between her and the brothers had me grinning as I enjoyed their flirtatious remarks and lewd jokes.
“I’ve got nothing right now. I walked away from a life where I was a pawn, living in someone else’s scripted world. I came here and let you talk me out of building something of my own in order to build with you – except we never built anything.”
While the pacing of the story and the plot execution were great, my enjoyment of this book was somewhat dampened by considerable editing issues that became a bit distracting. For the most part I was still able to lose myself in Drew Elyse’s MC world, experiencing the highs and lows of Cami and Gauge’s story while maintaining my investment in their journey. There were a lot of interesting secondary characters and Drew Elyse gave us just enough to leave me wanting more. They added dimension to Gauge and Cami’s story, creating a sense of family and revealing more about the main characters through their interactions and relationships. I’m excited at the possibility of hearing the stories of some of the secondary characters in future books. Clutch was fun, sexy, and enthralling, keeping me engaged with the Savage Disciples MC and swooning for those oh-so-bad-they’re-good biker book boyfriends. Drew Elyse has begun another great series with Clutch and I can’t wait to see what the club will get up to next!
If there is one thing I can say about Drew Elyse, it’s that I could never possibly get enough of her writing. She has an inherent talent and whenever I read the words she has put to pages, I know that she is doing what she was born to do. This gift of hers is meant to be shared with the world and I’m glad that I get to read her stories. Clutch is so completely different from what I have previously seen of Elyse’s work, yet the storytelling, character development, and the way she evokes emotions in the reader is very much the same.
“You can say it was about returning home all you want, but your home was always fuckin’ here, you just didn’t know I was.”
Cami and Gauge had instantaneous, sizzling chemistry. From beginning to end, they challenged each other and it resulted in some great banter accompanied by explosive passion. I loved that Cami had an idea of where she wanted to be in her life, but was still figuring out how to get there. Ultimately, she had to learn that she could have wings to be her own woman, while still having roots that grounded her to her home. This was the first I have seen Elyse write a real alpha male, and boy did she succeed! Gauge was protective, dominating, and hard-headed. However, there was a balance between these harder characteristics, and the way that he cared for the women in his life. What I appreciated the most was the journey for these two finding common ground, rather than one making a drastic change that didn’t feel realistic.
“Life don’t always stick to the script you expected. Sometimes you gotta roll with the punches as they come.”
The only drawback that I really had was that the storyline was a tad bit predictable. With the exception of one surprise, I had a feeling where everything was going. There were also several grammatical mistakes, but not so many that it detracted from the story. Despite feeling like I knew what was coming, I really did enjoy being on the journey with Gauge and Cami in the first Disciples’ Daughters novel. These bikers certainly dug their way into my heart and I can’t wait to hear from the other characters next. Without a doubt, Drew Elyse needs to keep publishing because no matter the storyline, the setting, or the characters, her writing is something spectacular and it reels me in every time!
I finally retrieved my phone to charge it for the night. I could not say what possessed me to do it, but I found myself opening my contacts and scrolling down to Gauge’s name. Only, I did not find it. It took me a few minutes to realize there were no new entries in my contacts at all. But there was a text to an unsaved number. Gauge had sent himself a message from my phone. I went to save the number, pausing when I saw what he sent.
Me: Gauge, you are so fucking sexy. I want your huge cock.
I did not know whether to laugh or roll my eyes. The man seriously needed to be taken down a peg or two. With that thought, I sent him a text of my own.
Me: Keep dreaming.
I meant to tease him, yet, once I finally drifted off, I was the one who dreamed about Gauge and all the illicit things he could do to me.
Cami: Have you ever had sex on your bike?
Jesus. Fuck. That damn woman was going to be the fuckin’ death of me. It had been three weeks since the day I met her, and I’d talked to her almost every day since.
When I gave her my number, I honestly hadn’t thought I’d ever hear a damn word from her. I’d already been prepared to let that shit go. She was engaged—albeit to a total fuckwit—and unhappy or not, she didn’t seem like she was in a hurry to change that. I figured the next time I heard anything about her would be from Tank mentioning something. Then, I’d gotten a text from her that same evening in response to the one I’d sent myself from her phone. Even then, I’d anticipated the line of communication going dark real fast. Still, I’d taken advantage of the door she opened.
Me: I will, babe.
She hadn’t responded that evening, and I’d planned on taking cues from her, so it was a serious fuckin’ surprise when my phone went off the next day with a text from her.
Cami: Any club girls thanking you this morning?
She was flirting with me. Shit, she was playing with fire. Somehow, I knew I was the one who would get burned if I played her game, but I couldn’t find it in me to care.
Me: Nah. Just me thanking my hand.
Me: You want me fucking the patch whores?
Cami: No. I meant for you.
Me: Trust me, you didn’t fucking disappoint.
Me: Told you I’d be dreaming about you.
Cami: You’re disgusting. And I am oddly flattered.
Me: You should be.
That was how it unfolded, day in and day out. Sometimes the conversations were harmless. That first day, we eventually switched gears and talked music for a while. Other days, we talked about movies, bikes, random things that happened during the day. I was really getting to know her. It was normal, more normal than anything I’d ever known. Then, one of us would blow that all to hell.
It would be simple, sometimes just one fuckin’ text.
Cami: I hate having a housekeeper. It makes me seriously uncomfortable that she cleans and sorts my panties.
I could claim I tried to be good when she sent that one, but that’d be a damn lie. First thing I did was picture what sort of panties Cami had—I figured lace, skimpy but nothing like the pussy ‘round the club wore. Hers would be classy shit.
Picturing that ass of hers in lace, my dick got hard real fast. Before I could fuckin’ consider whether I was making a big mistake, the fucker was out and in my hand as I texted her back.
Me: What kind of panties?
Cami: Wouldn’t you like to know.
Me: Fuck yes I would.
There wasn’t an immediate response, but I didn’t need one. Just the image my mind conjured up of her in lace, moving the material aside so I could fuck her while the little panties stayed on, had me close to blowing my fucking load. Her teasing only pushed me closer. Then, my phone went off again.
A picture. She sent me a fuckin’ picture of a pair of red lace panties laid out on top of what appeared to be a fuckin’ drawer full of similar folded pairs in different colors. I shot off in my hand at the sight. It was not the last time I called that picture up either.
I felt like a pubescent fuck who recently discovered the joy of coming. I hadn’t masturbated so much since I was a teenager, but fuck if I could stop. One flirty text from her, one thought of that picture, or any of the mental images I cooked up, and I was bringing myself there again. I told myself more times than I could count that I could grab one of the girls and have her help with the problem, but none of them held any appeal. I didn’t want just any warm pussy to sink into, I wanted fire. I wanted a girl who had me aching before I even touched her.
I wanted Cami.
The moment at hand had me dreaming up a whole new set of images. Had I ever had sex on my bike?
Me: No. Never had a woman on my bike.
Though, that seemed like something that needed rectifying.
Cami: Like, at all? Or sexually speaking?
Me: At all.
Me: Ain’t puttin’ random pussy on my bike.
With the exception of my mom—who would “never, ever do it”—or a woman I at least planned to make my old lady, no chick was getting on my baby. I’d give her a ride on my bike, though. Whatever kind she wanted.
Of course, Cami was the type of woman I would seriously consider making my old lady.
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Drew Elyse spends her days trying to convince the world that she is, in fact, a Disney Princess, and her nights writing tear-jerking and sexy romance novels.
When she isn’t writing, she can usually be found analyzing every line of a book, binge watching shows on Netflix, doing strange vocal warm ups before singing in a variety of musical styles, or screaming at the TV during Chicago Blackhawks games.
A graduate of Loyola University Chicago, she still lives outside Chicago, IL, where she was born and raised, with her boyfriend and her fur babies Lola and Duncan.