Thursday, May 1, 2014


By: Kristen Ashley
Published By : Kristen Ashley
Released : Available Now
Details: Paperback from library, 389 Pages


Blurb: Goodreads

Jet McAlister has a secret. Eddie Chavez has the hots for Jet (not to mention Eddie’s just plain hot). Jet has too many problems to realize that Eddie’s interested. Eddie loses patience when Jet ends her waitressing shift at a strip club with a knife at her throat. Since Eddie’s a cop, he figures he can help. Since Jet’s used to solving everyone’s problems she doesn’t want Eddie’s help.

Throw in a Dolly Parton look-alike, a gruff but lovable strip club owner, Jet’s ne’er do well father, his ne’er do well friend, Bear, Bear’s long-suffering, chain-smoking wife Lavonne and the crew from Rock Chick and you’ve got Rock Chick Rescue.

Rock Chick Rescue takes you on a wild ride with Jet, Eddie and the gang as they wrestle bad guys in a bagel shop, hit Denver’s backstreet poker tables (with big hair), and help the strippers at Smithie’s take down a would-be murderer.

Through this, Jet’s got to learn that even when life made you give up your dreams, you can still end up with the (hot) guy. Eddie’s got to rescue Jet from a bad man (so he can do better things with her) and teach her that some dreams can come true.

BOOK REVIEW by Michelle:

What does an Alpha smexi lad and a gorgeous girl who is doing it tough and a whole pile of shenanigans, equal?

Rock Chick Rescue.

Twenty Five year old Henrietta Louise McAlister, aka Jet is doing it tough. She doesn’t complain, she just gets on with it and hopes the number cruncher can come up with the magical number to pay the bills each month.

Jet’s mum is recovering from a stroke. Her sister is in L.A doing the bikini model girl thing on calendar’s and such, leaving Jet carrying a load.

She gets herself a job at Fortnum’s, much to Tex’s delight. He gets another chick to tag along with and get himself some crazy stun gunning, gun toting live action ( said in the Turtle Man's voice) , not to mention some bar brawling.

“No way, Loopy Loo. You aren’t hoardin’ all the action.” He turned to Indy. “You’re drivin’ because we can all fit in your silly-ass car. When we see a break in the coffee action, I’ll go home and get my shotgun.”

My mouth dropped open and I was pretty sure my eyes bugged out of my head.

“Don’t worry, Jet. Just as long as we don’t get into any situations that require grenades, we’ll be fine.” Indy said this like she wasn’t joking.

Tex looked at Indy for a beat. “I’ll pack a few, just in case,” he said.


Tex is such a scream. He makes me laugh and kinda want to join in on the crazy live action.

Tex’s hand settled on my head. “Now that’s more like it, Loopy Loo.”

Dear Lord.

That hunk-a-hunk of burning love from Rock Chick, Eddie Chavez, has got his eye on Jet.

She keeps running and hiding from him.

He is not to be dettered. I liked watching him not be deterred.

Eddie and Duke were standing across from me at the book counter, so that meant I was also engaged in ignoring Eddie.

Then, all of a sudden, Eddie’s hand came into my line of vision and, just as suddenly, his thumb swiped my upper lip. My head jerked up and I stared at him, my lip tingling.

“Foam,” he said, dipping his head to indicate my cappuccino.

My face started burning, I stared down at my cappuccino, and get this... when I looked back up, Eddie was again listening to Duke, for all the world like I wasn’t even there, but he put his thumb in his mouth to suck off my foam.

I'm not sure if I should be rawrrrrrr...rrrrrring or purrrrr...rrrrr ing.

“Before, I was makin’ you my business. Things are different once I sleep with a woman, make her come and intend to do it again. Now you just are my business.”

Dear Lord.

Yes. Indeedy.

Jet thinks of herself as normal and she thinks Eddie won’t like her once he discovers there isn’t anything exciting about her.

“I don’t understand why you’re so curious about me. I’m just a quiet, normal person. I know you dont want me bringing a bad influence into Indy’s store, but--”

He’d started the truck while I was speaking. At my comment, he turned to me, forearm on the steering wheel.

“This doesn’t have anything to do with Indy. And, I hate to break this to you, but you’re anything but normal.”

Eddie oozes Alpha-caveman-smexi with Jet.

“Jet, my job is to put two and two together and make four.”

“And?” I asked, not knowing what he was talking about and thinking this was a strange turn in the conversation.

His eyes got warm, his hand came up and he tucked some hair behind my ear. When he as done doing that, his hand curled around the side of my neck where his thumb started stroking me.

“I just made four,” he said gently.

Eddie is not letting Jet loose.

“Because, you don’t give it, I’m gonna take it and you know it.”

“Give what?”

“Anything,” he said, and his mouth came to mine. “Everything.”

Dear Lord.

Yes. Indeedy.

Jet also works at a titty bar, Smithies, as a cocktail waitress. Smithie is quite hilarious in his own gruff way.

He has a heart underneath all that gruff.

Smithie pointed at me. “You’re a pain in my fuckin’ ass.” Then he stomped away.

Once a Smithies girl, always a Smithie’s girl.

We get the inclusion of Jet's mum, the very active eighty one year old Ada and Jet’s mum’s friend, Trixie. This trio are quite hilarious. They are the Three Muskateer sidekicks.

Ada bumped into Mom on cloud nine, and then she went for the gold. “Do they take senior citizens? I’m eighty-one, but, I swear, I have the reflexes of a sixty year old.”

We naturally get some thugs and villains to spruce the story up with shiz going down. Naturally the chicks are involved which makes for some hilarious smack downs, rock chick style. You gotta work with what you got.

We have the Reservoir Dogs duo who are messing with the Alpha lads, women.

We have Marcus putting in his two cents and that does not make Eddie a happy man. Lee seems to have his fingers in quite a few pies.

Daisy, once a Smithie’s girl, always a Smithie’s girl, has taken a liking to Jet and her posse of ladies. A little bit of a conflict of interests for poor Marcus to sort out and Lee to deal with and Eddie to contain his anger.

I looked at the stun gun then looked at Indy.

“Rock ‘n’ roll!” Indy shouted, putting her arms up, forefinger and pinkie extended in the famous rock ‘n’roll double devil’s horns.

I love the Tod and Stevie appearances.

Tod turned to Stevie. “See, I told you it would be interesting.”

Stevie gave him a look. “Anyone sees us here, we’re getting kicked out of the Gay Club.”

“Pul-leese,” Tod took off toward my station, “who’s gonna see us here?”

Lottie shows up.

She was wearing skinny, black jeans and a black tank top with the Audi circles straining across her D-cup boobs. She had a knockout tan and her blonde hair was flopping around the back of her head in a loose bunch designed to look sexy and messy.

Mace makes quite an appearance. Even I silently said, oh, no , you did not just do that!

“Babe, watching you these past months has been like watching a flower bloom. Don’t disappoint us.”

Another totally entertaining installment in the Rock Chick series. The girl posse just loves to help each other out and Tex loves to get himself some live action.

In more ways than one.

The Alpha lads will make your toes curl, their women will just throw down for their friends and the villains play dirty.

Just like Lee had his hands full keeping Indy safe, Eddie has his hands full with Jet.

“You okay?” he asked.


“Should I not be?”

“With you, chiquita, it’s a crapshoot.”


Next Up!

Rock Chick Redemption.

Giddy Up!

Just gotta wait for my library reservation number to pop up.

* Drums fingers on table*

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