This is the best book of the series so far in my opinion. I have a feeling though that it is going to change when Bram's book comes out.
Not a Role Model by Lani Lynn Vale
Series: Battle Crows MC #4
Genres: MC Romance

You better watch out for people that bounce back from everything that’s meant to destroy them.
Those were the words that Coreline King learned to live by when it came to dealing with Tide ‘Rook’ Crow, member of the Battle Crows MC, general surgeon, and all-around jerk who lived to make her life a living hell.
It all started in high school when he stopped seeing her as a random girl and started to see her as his rival.
Together, they became ‘frenemies.’ I.e.—a person with whom one is friendly, despite a fundamental dislike or rivalry.
At least, it started out like that.
Everyone always says there’s a fine line between love and hate. And at first, Tide and Coreline don’t realize how very true that is.
Not until Tide gets hurt defending Coreline’s honor, and Coreline has to fix him because she feels like she owes him.
But one night of bad choices leads to a very big ‘oops’ that will either haunt them for the next eighteen years or bring them together as tight as they ever could be.

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Review

Tide and Coreline hate one another. It is a fact and one that has been proven since they were kids. However, they say there is a thin line between love and hate and this line is almost invisible. Coreline is probably one of the strongest female characters Lani Lynn Vale has ever written. She doesn’t need Tide to make her complete or to make her stronger. She just is, all on her own. I really liked that.

While Tide is more or less like his brothers. Although he is a doctor which I think made him even hotter. He loves to Coreline a hard time over any little thing. However, throughout the whole book he kept calling her his Elvis. Like he could could her a hard time but no one else better say a word to his Elvis. It was really sweet. When Coreline is attacked we see Tide the biker whose woman has been hurt. It was so awesome!

The chemistry these two have is off the charts and I love them as a couple. This is the best book so far in this series. However, Bram and Dorcas may make me change my mind. We get a little more of Dorcas in this book. Before she was just in the background and here we see her pain. We also see Tide begin to see her in a different light.

Family Connections

Hero’s Family:  Sister, Cannel from Chalk Dirty to Me Brothers who are members of the Battle Crows MC as is his parents, Derringer and Reedy. The brother’s books are all a part of this series. Many of whom are listed in the previously section.

“Who’s this fuckin’ weirdo sitting next to us?” I asked my sister.

Cannel looked from the soccer game where her nieces were playing soccer, to the woman next to us.

I knew exactly who the weirdo was that was sitting next to us the moment she turned and glared. I also knew that weirdo could hear us, but I hadn’t actually thought I’d know the weirdo.

Yet that didn’t stop me from needling her.

Or giving her shit.

Because giving shit was what Coreline “Elvis” King and I did best.

“That’s Coreline. Her sister is number nineteen.” Cannel looked at me curiously.

“Why?”

“Because she’s screaming so fucking loud, I burst an eardrum,” I grumbled, sure my little Elvis could hear that, too.

The screaming started again, and I looked up to find number nineteen had the ball, and she was dribbling it down the field.

Number nineteen was leaps and bounds better than anybody else on the field, and you could tell that the kid had talent. Even worse, everyone else could, too. Meaning she was targeted by the entire team not even a few seconds later.

There was a whole lot of pushing, and against four people, there wasn’t much the girl could do but fight the inevitable fight. The inevitable being the ball being taken away and a foul occurring.

Coreline stood up and started yelling at the ref.

“Are you freakin’ blind!” Coreline bellowed. “Number seven on the other team is going to hurt someone!” The ref looked at her with a bored expression.

Only this time, I actually agreed with her. Number seven on the other team was definitely aggressive. As in, she was going to hurt someone one of these times.

Number seven had performed the most blatant foul, in the box, at that.

In all honesty, the kid should’ve gotten a yellow card, and a PK—penalty kick—since she’d done the fouling in the box.

But the ref was either blind or stupid.

Maybe both.

Because not even the next play the little girl made, the kids were back to fouling, and the ref was back to being blind.

“Are you freakin’ joking me, you useless pile of shit?” Coreline yelled at the ref, making me tilt my face down to hide the laughter at her words. “You can clearly see that she’s being pushed around. If one of those kids hurts my sister, I’ll literally shove my fist up your ass!”

At that point, I was full-on laughing into my hand.

My shoulders were shaking, and I couldn’t hold in the snort that was fighting its way free.

The ref blew his whistle, stopping the game.

Then he started marching across the field with purpose.

I stood up myself, torn on whether to let the ref tear into her for her words—in front of a bunch of ten and eleven-year-olds at that—or make my way over to show that Coreline, despite being the bane of my existence, wasn’t alone.