Author: Drew Elyse
Series: Savage Disciples MC #3
Publication Date: October 27, 2016
Once a Disciple, forever a Disciple.
They came for her in the night.
When she wakes, she’s in a cell.
She has no idea if it will help, but it is the only option she has:
She tells them she belongs to the Savage Disciples MC.
A Disciple will fight like a savage when it counts.
Years ago, he lost everything.
Now, the club is the only thing Jager allows himself to care about.
Nothing matters but his Savage Disciple brothers.
At least, until she arrives and he has a decision to make.
This biker has no idea what choosing to engage could mean to a Disciple’s daughter.
Drew Elyse delivers another sassy, sexy, smart Disciples’ Daughter with Ember in Engage. From the first page to the last, Ember’s story was action-packed, emotionally charged, and delightfully steamy. She and Jager were absolutely electric and I found myself instantly hooked on their heady chemistry and significant connection. There was just something special about this duo, their constant push and pull making me dizzy in the very best way. Ember and Jager not only shared a palpable sexual tension, but also plenty of witty banter, delicious flirtations, and a soul-deep understanding of one another that ensured my total investment in their happily ever after. I also loved getting another glimpse of several series favorites. The inclusion of these familiar faces guaranteed that Engage wholly embodied the feeling of family that Drew Elyse has so carefully crafted amongst her MC men and gave Ember and Jager’s story an addictive edge that kept me flipping the pages.
“Brotherhood, happiness, family, protection. It was all right there, and the club as a whole had offered it up to me, each brother in their own way. This was home.”
I really enjoyed unraveling both Ember and Jager over the course of this novel. Both characters had been through some seriously dark moments and the pain they carried definitely made for plenty of intrigue. Drew Elyse seemed to have carefully constructed the many layers of these characters, revealing them at just the right time to hit her readers hard. I loved the way in which Ember so seamlessly fit amongst the other Disciples. Her relationships with the other woman helped with Ember’s overall character development, allowing us to see sides of the complicated and damaged woman we might not have otherwise known. In turn, Jager’s relationship with his brothers brought a smile to my face. The respect, loyalty, and unconditional love they shared with one another allowed me to appreciate the true depth of this character, despite Jager’s closed off attitude and overabundance of rough edges. Together Ember and Jager pushed each other to open up, laying themselves bare before the readers in a way that made it impossible not to connect with them.
“Maybe. Maybe wasn’t a given. It wasn’t even something to work toward. It was nothing but a fleeting possibility.”
As much as I loved the story between Ember and Jager, some of the peripheral relationships were lacking in this novel. For example, Ember’s mother seemed almost unnecessary. Ember’s brief interaction with her mother sparked my dislike for her only to never be sufficiently explored. Also, while Engage is definitely a standalone novel, there were moments where I thought the story got lost in a lack of information. There were quite a few times where Ember and Jager’s own journey was compared to what happened between Ash and Sketch or Cami and Gauge and Jager’s role in their books was mentioned but with not enough substance to really make sense. It felt like there were moments that relied upon the reader having previous knowledge and, for those who haven’t read Clutch or Shift (or read them a while ago), this made it difficult to fully appreciate both the storyline and extent of the relationships in Engage.
“They have their reasons— privacy of their brothers, protecting us, whatever— and I don’t always agree with them, but it boils down to the fact that when you love a Disciple, you have to take him as he comes.”
One of the things I really enjoyed about Engage is Drew Elyse’s obvious growth in terms of overall storyline development. This novel in particular, really set up the series as a whole to be something more than just a collection of individual love stories. Engage got down and dirty with MC business, delivering a deeper look at the inner workings of the Disciples. By the time Ember and Jager’s story came to a close, I was all revved up and ready for the next part of the series. Drew Elyse also did a great job pacing this novel. I felt everything as I read, taking in the heart-pounding action, thrilling suspense, and all-consuming emotion of Ember and Jager’s journey. Drew Elyse’s writing was fresh, fierce and adorably feisty, the perfect voice for her vibrant, captivating, and emotive characters. A fun, sexy, and surprising ride of its own, Engage is definitely a great addition to the Disciples’ Daughters series.
If there’s one thing I’ve come to love and adore about Drew Elyse, it’s her ability to perform time and time again. Whether she is creating a soft-hearted, tender romance, or building a world of hard-headed alpha motorcycle men, she continues to make me fall in love with her characters and the journeys they go on. Engage is the third book in the Disciples Daughters’ MC, which finally brings light to Jager’s story.
“Maybe wasn’t what you built on. Maybe wasn’t a good enough reason to rip your heart open and let the ugliness taking root spill out. Was it?”
Jager, for the first two books of the series, had truly been a mystery. He had that alluring, aloof quality that I couldn’t help but be attracted to. Engage was able to fill in a lot of those holes, as well as show an entirely different side to him. While I liked him before, I have to admit that where Elyse took him made me completely fall for him. Every single broken, quirky trait made him the perfect counterpart to everything Ember needed. She was a spitfire who carried the weight of the world on her shoulders; strong in so many ways that made me truly admire her. My heart melted at the relationship she had with her dad, and really all the guys in the club. I can’t pinpoint it, but I think in many ways, I could see pieces of myself in her.
For as much as I loved the characters, there were a couple issues I found in Engage that prohibited my ability to rate it higher. First, there was an issue with Ember’s mother that felt largely unresolved. There was one conversation that felt like it attempted closure, but it just didn’t quite get there for me. Second, and it kind of goes along with my main frustration, is that there were a couple other side plots that just didn’t feel fully developed. I would have loved to see the void filled the way I know this author is capable of. I have to admit that I’ve loved watching Drew Elyse grow from her debut novel. Her writing is getting better with her worlds becoming more intricate and action-packed, and Engage is a fabulous addition to her work.
“I carry that weight without letting it drag me down because, for them, I’d carry the whole goddamn world if I had to.”
While you can read this novel as a standalone, I will say that my experience was much more enriched having read the previous books in the series first. There were some scenes and emotional moments referenced, from Ash’s story in particular, that I was certainly glad I had previous knowledge of. Elyse has such a way of piquing your interest about all the brothers that each time I end a book, I’m dying to see how she tops it with the next one. Needless to say, I’m already anxious to find out all of Ace’s secrets!
“What the fuck am I looking at?”
On some level, the answer was pretty fucking obvious. I was looking at a woman. Tall, blonde, nice body. What I really wanted to know was what she was doing here, seeing as she wasn’t straddling the lap of one of my brothers or grabbing him a beer. She was passed out on the damn couch—and not the lightweight who passed out at a party either. Her arms and legs were bound with duct tape, a strip of which was also adhered to her mouth.
Behind her were two motherfuckers in suits who had no business at all being in the Savage Disciples’ clubhouse, let alone when most of the brothers were out on a run and wouldn’t be back until morning.
And, lest I forget, that meant not for another seven hours or so seeing as it was three in the goddamned morning.
Ace, who was still recovering from a couple gunshot wounds and hadn’t gone with the rest of the brothers, spoke up. “These two fuckers said she told them we would buy her.”
“The fuck you say?”
One of the suits decided to take that one. “She recently came into the ownership of our employer,” he explained. The words came out stilted, like he was remembering a script. Probably because whoever his “employer” was—and I had a pretty solid guess—wanted his lackeys to sound moderately intelligent, if not sophisticated. Seemed he wasn’t quite getting the product he was after.
The goon went on with his thesaurus routine. “She was quite adamant the Savage Disciples would be willing to pay for her release. Our boss is not a frugal man, but he does like to turn a profit. He is also disinterested in trouble with motorcycle gangs. Selling her to you dispenses the need to find another buyer and pay for the man-hours involved in such an endeavor.”
Jesus Christ, but I was getting twitchy. I focused on cracking my knuckles to keep from burying them in one of the fuckers’ faces.
Motorcycle gang. Fuck, I hated that phrase. We weren’t a damn gang, running around in the streets shooting each other and dealing dope on corners. But that was beside the point.
Whoever the chick was, she’d thrown our name out when she’d been taken. I had no doubt that was what happened. The Disciples weren’t in the trade—even back in the days when the club’s shit wasn’t clean, we didn’t deal in pussy—but trafficking wasn’t completely unfamiliar to us. You live outside the law, you see shit. Peril of the life.
This woman—chances were she was an innocent victim in this case. Taken off the street, sold by her parents, who knew. What it meant was she was in the hands of some seriously not good people who had plans for her—plans she was certainly not going to like.
I looked her over again, trying to force any sort of recognition, but there was still nothing. She was cute, no doubt any guy here would be glad to have a go at her, but that didn’t explain why we’d buy her. If she had a connection to the club, it wasn’t one I knew about.
Even as I conceded she was a stranger to me, I kept my face passive. There was no reason for the hired muscle in front of me to know one way or another whether she was familiar.
I shot Ace a look, but his answering stare and the minute shake of his head told me he wasn’t having any more luck with identifying her than I was.
We were stuck in a shit situation, but the club was under my charge while our brothers were away. It was on me to make a decision.
Fuck. This could blow up in my face, but it didn’t seem I had much choice. If I said no, they’d find another buyer—and from the look of the girl, they wouldn’t have a hard time with that. Most likely, she’d end up in some pimp’s stable, selling her ass for his profit. And that was probably one of the better possible outcomes. I couldn’t risk that. She named us, which could mean she was important to one of the brothers.
“Twenty-five,” I shot back.
The other goon chose to chime in then. “You’s already gettin’ a damn deal.”
Seems he was instructed not to talk by the big man because he had even less of a way with words than his buddy.
“Your boss wants to avoid the hassle of selling her. I want to avoid the hassle of going after the asshole for taking a woman who belongs to the Disciples. Twenty-five.”
The one who’d pulled rank since they walked in studied me. I met his stare straight on, not hiding the fact that I knew I had the upper hand. If he failed to make the sale or brought the wrath of the Disciples to his boss’s door, he was fucked. He had no moves.
“Twenty-five,” he submitted.
With a nod, I turned to Ace. “They don’t fucking move until I get back,” I instructed. A jerk of his chin met my demand.
Without a word, I left the room. Stone, the pres, had left me the key to his office. It was a good fucking thing too, seeing as the safe was in there. I felt like shit about taking twenty-five large from the club’s funds without the okay from my brothers, but it had to be done.
I carried the fat stack of bills back out to the main room and handed them off, mentally cursing every-fucking-thing about this situation. The goon with half a brain took the cash and counted it out—twice—before nodding.
“Everything appears to be in order.” Jackass.
“You’ve got your money. Now, you got one minute to get the fuck out of our house before your boss can make his way down here himself to pick up directions to your fucking bodies,” I explained.
The two of them decided to waste a whole twenty seconds of that minute staring me down. A dare. After ten, I grabbed my piece from the back of my jeans and held it down against my thigh. They spent the next ten sizing me up. If they knew jack shit about anything, they’d know I’d have them both down before either could get to the guns clipped on their belts.
Whether they read that or not, they moved just about the time the countdown hit thirty. Neither said a word—which was a good call with the way my trigger finger was twitching—as they left. I moved my attention back to the girl who had just cost the club twenty-five grand.
“Go strip one of the rooms. One with a bathroom. Nothing left that could be a weapon. You know the drill,” I instructed Ace. “And call Slick in. Need to flip the lock around on the door. You know how he gets when we touch his work.”
“On it,” he answered.
I called after him as he walked away. When he turned, I added, “Take the room across from mine. Want to be able to hear if she wakes and gets up to anything.” With a nod, he got to it.
I crouched down in front of the girl so I could get a better look at her face. Damn, she was a beauty. Real fucking cute. If goons one and two were working for who I thought, then she had no business being in their hands. Those boys weren’t known for being gentle—or waiting for a “yes”.
She might be a trap. Could be she was meant to report back on anything she could get her eyes or ears on. Until we knew for sure, she’d be guarded. Still, I couldn’t help but hope she was clean. Fucked as it was to think it in that moment, I wanted a taste of this one.
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Don’t miss the rest of the Savage Disciples MC series:
Clutch (Savage Disciples MC #1)
Shift (Savage Disciples MC #2)
Ignite (Savage Disciples MC #4)
Combust (Savage Disciples MC #5)
Cruise (Savage Disciples MC #6)
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.