Saturday, October 25, 2014

BOOK REVIEW - ROCK CHICK REDEMPTION by KRISTEN ASHLEY - ROCK CHICK # 3 - CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE

By: Kristen Ashley
Published By : Kristen Ashley
Released : Available Now
Details : Paperback from library, 416 pages

RATING: 4.5 HOT BUNCH STARS!

Blurb: Goodreads

Roxie’s on the run from a bad boyfriend who will not catch the hint that it is o-v-e-r. She’s in no mood for love at first sight, but when her eyes fall on Hank, it’s trouble from the get-go. Roxie tries to hold Hank at arms length but Hank wants to be a closer (as in, a lot closer). Roxie’s trouble catches up with her and Hank wants to help but Roxie knows in her heart that she’s no good for a white hat guy. The problem is no one agrees with her, especially her crazy hippie best friend Annette or her parents; the even crazier small-Indiana-town Herb and Trish. Toss into the mix the gang from Rock Chick and Rock Chick Rescue and Roxie finds herself totally outnumbered.

Climb in for another Rock Chick wild ride through Rock Chick Redemption. As the odds stack up against Roxie, she has no choice but to hold on and just ride it out through the kidnappings, car chases, society parties, a riot at the strip club, Hank getting “Mom Bombed” and one crazy night at the Haunted House.

During all this Hank works at convincing her she really wants to stay and he, along with the Hot Bunch, go all out to make her safe. Hank also needs to work on showing Roxie that her past decisions don’t mean her future can’t include something as downright delicious as… normal.


BOOK REVIEW by Michelle:

If you have not started this series...well get your asses to your local library like I did, and yes, my little seaside library stocks this Indie author.

That’s saying something.

I mean for starters my library is not very big, but this is an INDIE series!! This is the only Indie series I can find at my local library.

What can I say that hasn’t already been said about this installment?

Not much, if anything.

This is 417 pages of absolute goodness. The out loud laughs, the giggles, the snorting I did ( laughing, don’t want to give anybody the wrong idea), the mad cap mayhem that I truly wanted to be a part of.

Shee-it!! I just wanna join in.
Like, who doesn’t want to be running through a corn field while monsters jump out to scare you and a chainsaw is started up?

These are big , thick books filled to the brim with shenanigans and the HOT BRIGADE or HOT PACK or just plain ol’ HOTNESS.


Sitting on the couches, all drinking coffee, were a bunch of men. Not just any men. It looked like GQ was having a convention and all the best looking guys had decided to have a coffee at Fortnum’s before going to seminars on how to cope with being really, unbelievably, fucking gorgeous.

Lee is with Indy and Eddie has Loopy Loo aka Jet and now Hank, aka Whisky, has set his eyes on Roxie. 

Let the fun begin.



“Fuckin’ A, Roxie. Right on!” Uncle Tex boomed and I stared, not knowing what in the hell he was talking about.

“What?” I asked.

Uncle Tex didn’t answer me. He looked to Mace and Vance and declared, “You boys gotta learn to move faster or all the good ones’ll be gone.”




“Sweetheart,” he said in a low voice. “You were here to see your uncle until you stepped into Fortnum’s and saw me and I saw you. You know it and I know it. You want me to convince you. I’m prepared to do that.”



He kissed my neck then lifted his head and looked at me.

“Sweetheart, I intend to move so fast, you’ll be dizzy,” he promised.




“Sweetheart, I’m thirty-five years old and I’ve had a fuck of a lot more lovers than you counted on your one hand last night. I’ve come to the point, with women, that I know what I want when I see it and I haven’t seen anything in a long time that interests me as much as you.”

The girls are all a hoot.

Thirty one year old Roxie, the niece of Tex, brings the shenanigans in this installment , but the others are not far behind.



I wore my hair to just above my shoulders and got it cut at a place that cost a fortune so it was all soft waves and little flippies at the ends. I did up my face and put on a charcoal-gray wool, to-the-knee skirt that fit like a second skin, cupped my ass, straight at the front and flicked out in kick-pleats at the backs of my knees. I wore this with a black, figure-skimming, wool turtle-neck sweater and a pair of gorgeous, spike-heeled black boots that cost so much money I feared Billy was going to have a seizure when he saw the price on the side of the box.

Tod and Stevie are on hand for fashionista advice and they crack me up , every time. I gotta say , I want something from the House of Burgundy.

Tod swung his eyes to me, "Do you have something to wear yet?  Or have you had time to shop in between shootouts and running for your life?"


"Fuck that," Tod cut in. "You're shopping at The House of Burgundy. Tomorrow night." 

Daisy is just an absolute cracker of a chick. The visuals I get of her are just so colorful and entertaining.



At that point, Daisy powered in the door wearing a hot , velour, skintight, Juicy Couture track suit with the top’s zipper unzipped to what could only be called the Cleavage Danger Zone, and a braided terry cloth bandanna around her forehead, looking like Dolly Parton halfway morphed into Jackie Stallone, but younger.


She was wearing a skintight, faded denim jumpsuit, the crotch to bosom zipper unzipped to maximum cleavage potential, rhinestones adorning the outer sides of her legs, up her hips, waist, sides, and down the inside of the sleeves. She was wearing matching platform, high-heeled, faded denim boots heavily encrusted with rhinestones. She had a pink chiffon scarf tied around her neck and her platinum blonde hair was teased out to peak volume.


Tex, who in my mind looks a bit like Grizzly Adams...but not, abso..lute...ly stole the limelight in the first few chapters of this book. He loves his cats and he has no filter on his mouth.



He was nearly as tall as he was wide, which made him humongous. Barrel-chested, blond-headed with dark blue eyes and a russet beard.



The red dot arrested on the wall as I blinked at Tex.

“Petunia’s goin’ loco, darlin’ girl, jiggle!” Tex ordered, staring at the wall.

I simply love listening to him in my head. He has a voice. He sounds like Tex and not me reading. If that makes sense.

Getting Tex to use a cell phone, is not an easy task.

“You should have saved your money, won’t use it,” he replied.

“Uncle Tex.”

“Won’t use it.”

“Uncle Tex!”

“Darlin’ girl, that’s sweet, but I won’t use it.”


Vance the Native American is a fave of mine too. He gets a bigger part in this installment. Looking forward to Rock Chick Renegade, it's his book. Giddy up!

Duke pipes up with his own memorable moments and sometimes thoughtful comments.


Duke was staring at me.

Then he looked at Tex. “Couldn’t we have, like, maybe a week before the next one rolled in the door?”

“Gotta take life as it comes,” Uncle Tex returned with a shrug.



“I can see it comin’, “ Duke retorted.

“Hallelujah!” Uncle Tex boomed. “No lag this time. Keep ‘im hoppin’, darlin’ girl, that’s what I say.”



"You're all right," Duke told me on an approving nod.

"I am ?" I asked.

He turned to me, leaned a hip on the counter and crossed his arms over his black, leather vest.

"You are. These boys need women who can take the heat without meltin' like butter, and sometimes that heat is fiery. They need women who can give back their shit so they don't walk all over 'em and get bored out of their fucking skulls. And they need women who can go soft when the situation demands, because they get hard knocks on a regular basis, sometimes literally, and comin' home to somethin' soft is the only way to cope."

THEN...enters...

It didn’t take much to know this was another one of Lee’s boys. Not Big Truck Dude. This guy was tall lean, wearing black cargo pants, a black, skintight t-shirt and black boots. He had black hair, cut close, and the absolute best facial hair I’d ever seen on a guy in my life. A thick, black mustache that grew across his lip and down the sides of his mouth, shaved clean and precise. He looked like Harely Man morphed with Just Plain Hot Man.

“Hey,” I said to him.

One side of his mouth went up in a sexy half-grin.

Good God.




HOLY-MOTHER-OF- PEARL!!!!!

LUKE!

LUKE!

LUKE!

GOOD GOD!

GOOD GRIEF!

Annnd GOOD GOD again.

Where does one start?

This could take a while.


“Things don’t work out with you and Hank...”

I waited while he paused, my eyes wide, my lips parted, my heart thumping.

“You can erase my day.”

Oh...my...God.



If he was a real lad, OMG!!!!



“You aren’t anywhere unless I’m close enough for you to touch me.”

I gulped at any thought of touching him.

“Okay,” I said, but it sounded kind of strangled.

“We straight?” he asked.

I nodded.

“Roxie, listen to me,” Luke ordered.

I stared at him. If I listened any closer, my ears would start bleeding.

“I know you’re Hank’s woman and I don’t give a fuck. I also know the stories of the two who came before you, Indy and Jet. You mess around, do something stupid, put my ass on the line, you answer to me. Got that?”

I nodded again. I definitely got it.

“You don’t want to answer to me,” he warned.

I suspected he was right, but I had to ask, out of curiosity. “What would...” I cleared my throat, “answering to you entail... exactly?”

“You don’t wanna know,” he replied.

I nodded and decided I didn’t.

He got closer and his indigo eyes went funny.

“I’d never raise my hand to a woman,” he assured me.

I nodded again and let out the breath I was holding.

“Therefore, I’d have to get creative,” he finished.

Good God.


Seriously the guy lights my fire.



Luke was standing there. He’d changed nuances of his overall look. Still all black, his t-shirt skintight, except this time with long sleeves. Instead of just plain boots he had on black motorcycle boots, and instead of cargo pants, he had on jeans. As a fashion maven, I appreciated the subtlety that still managed to pack a punch. As a woman, I just appreciated him.

“Jumpin’ Jehosafats, I think I just creamed my pants,” Annette whispered, staring at Luke.

Luke’s eyes locked on me. He lifted his hand and crooked his finger.

“I was wrong about before. Now, I’ve definitely creamed my pants,” Annette breathed.

I got up and walked to Luke.

He put a hand in the small of my back and propelled me into the books.

We turned tight, into the biography section, and stopped.

“Got plans tonight?” he asked.

I blinked at him. “I’m going to a strip club,” I answered.

His eyes flashed, momentarily showing his surprise.

Then he gave me one of his sexy half-grins.

My heart stopped beating for a second.

“Why?” I asked.

“I’m you date,”” he replied.

My heart stopped beating for five seconds.

Then I breathed. “Excuse me?”

“You’re not on camera, you’re with me,” he said.

I have notes and quotes coming off my notebook pages.

I looked at the ceiling.

"Denver me are buts," I told the ceiling.
He walked forward, grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the door. 

"Denver men are men," he declared.

Good grief.


I will be ordering my set of these books for when I get to fan girl in front of Kristen at an Australian signing in March 2015 and good God that line is going to be long.

Hopefully by then I can be calm and act like Luke, all cool and, well, not sexy, but if I can pull off cool and not some cray cray reader in front of her, it will be a good start.

Hank Nightingale...the other brother, is all things we love in a guy, but when Luke made his entrance, I think all the panties dropped among the readers.

Not fair really, cause I love all the guys, but LUKE...MY GOD!!!

Needless to say I am having a lot of fun in Kristen's world of HOT GUYS and shenanigans.

I shall be back with Rock Chick Renegade.

Michelle





The first thing I do when I pick up the next installment in the series for me to read from my local library is I study the cover. 

I know!! NERD ALERT!

But there is much to be learned from the covers.

3 comments:

  1. The book seems really fun, glad you enjoyed it. I read only one book by K. Ashley- The Mystery Man. It's not one of my favs, but I did liked it.

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  2. Try them out. I am reading in the order that KA says on her web page. I will get to the other series once I have finished this one :D

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  3. I have just installed iStripper, so I can have the best virtual strippers on my taskbar.

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