BOOK REVIEW: BECOMING A VINCENT by C.M. OWENS - THE WILD ONES # 1 - CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE

By: C.M. Owens
Published By: C.M. Owens
Released: Available Now
Details: Kindle purchase, 220 Pages

RATING: 5 OF THE FUNNIEST STARS!

Blurb: Goodreads

When you live in a place where “turbo speed” internet is a slight step above dial-up, men carry on nine-year beard-growing challenges out of stubborn pride, and your brothers do things like nail all your panties to the outside of your cabin just for funsies, you tend to be a little crazy. You can call it a "locational" hazard, if you will.

That’s Tomahawk for you.

We rank people based on just how crazy they are. And the four craziest families in town are called the Wild Ones.
I’m on the bottom tier of those, so technically I’m not as crazy as the other Wild Ones. In fact, if it wasn’t for my brothers and their endless antics, I wouldn’t be considered a Wild One at all. Ahem. Sure. We’ll go with that.

Anyway, I have a best friend who endures it all with me. Benson Nolans is my one, constant favorite person.
Without him, I’d probably go really crazy, and not the fun kind. It’d be ridiculous, after three years of a flawless friendship, to mess that all up by falling for him.

I mean, even if we did get a little too close one night, it’d be reckless endangerment. Even if we did suddenly feel the chemistry that’s always been there and stop toeing the line, it’d be a foolish risk to take.

It’d be stupid to start hoping a really fun, but completely irrational, night with zero inhibitions might accidentally happen.
Really stupid…

Right?

*NO cliffhanger
*Stand-alone book
*Sexual Content
*Adult language
*Completely, 100% crazy

BOOK REVIEW:

I discovered I had quite a few C.M. Owens’ books on my Kindle after stumbling across Four Psychos under her pen name, Kristy Cunning.

November 2017 I had purchased both Becoming A Vincent and Going Wild and had forgotten I had purchased them—as ya do. I’m not even ashamed to mention my Kindle account has like 4000-5000 books on it.😝

(Just throw the kindle in the coffin with a solar panel above ground when I cark it).

Anywho, this book is THE funniest book I have read in a long time. It does take a lot for me to laugh these days and this book had me snorting and giggling.

Hale and Killian, the brothers are the craziest and funniest guys.

I am so in lurrrve with Benson Nolans.

#teambenson

#rawrrr

C.M. Owens has found a new reader fan in me. I have already started book 2, Going Wild.

I am not even gonna tell you any more than that, because this is such a fun, uber sexy read with great sub characters. It’s a whole brand of crazy, but it is sure to make you smile.

P.S. At the moment it is only $1.00US

BOOK REVIEW - ROCK CHICK RESCUE by KRISTEN ASHLEY - ROCK CHICK # 2 - ADULT HUMOR CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE SUSPENSE

By: Kristen Ashley

Published By : Kristen Ashley

Released : Available Now

Details: Paperback from library, 389 Pages

RATING: 5 EDDIE & THE ALPHA LAD PACK STARS

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.

Bahahahaaa...aaaa.

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.

Uh-oh.

“Should I not be?”

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

Michelle

Next Up!

Rock Chick Redemption.

Giddy Up!

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

* Drums fingers on table*

BOOK REVIEW - ROCK CHICK by KRISTEN ASHLEY - ROCK CHICK # 1 - ADULT HUMOROUS ACTION CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE

By: Kristen Ashley
Published By: Kristen Ashley
Released : Available Now
Details : Paperback from library, 390 Pages

RATING: 5 DY-NO-MITE STARS!

Blurb: Goodreads

Indy Savage, cop's daughter, rock chick and used bookstore owner, has been in love with Lee Nightingale, once bad boy, now the man behind Nightingale Investigations, since she was five years old. No matter what ingenious schemes Indy used to capture his attention, Lee never showed an interest and Indy finally gave up. Now Indy's employee, Rosie, has lost a bag of diamonds and bad guys are shooting at him. When Indy gets involved, Lee is forced to help. Complicating matters, Lee has decided he's interested, Indy's decided she's not. But she can't seem to keep Lee out of her life when she's repeatedly stun gunned, kidnapped and there are car bombs exploding (not to mention she's finding dead bodies).

Indy's best bet is to solve the mystery of the diamonds before Lee. Lee's challenge is to keep Indy alive and, at the same time, win back her heart.

BOOK REVIEW by Michelle:

I’ve got to start first by saying that if you have not picked up this series by Kristen ...then you are sorely missing out.

I kid you not.

TRUST ME!!!

This is the freakin’ bomb.

Funny, witty, awesome dialogue, smexi alpha lads, a female lead who is just drop dead funny. She has verbal diarrea and I say that in a positive way.

Indy and Ally are bottom line Rock Chicks. I love all the references to *coughmyeracough*. It didn't subtract from the story, it made it cool. I had quite a blast with Tex's eight track play list. Indy had hit the mother load.

Indy is just a cool chick. She dresses in big buckled belts and has her favorite T-shirts and doesn't mind adding Lee's into the mix.

I have never, in my life, been hit by a man. 

I got in a bitch slapping catfight at a Public Image Limited/Big Audio Dynamite double bill, but we were in a mosh pit gone bad. It was punk, it was expected.

She is thirty years old and lives her life, her way.

Rule Number One in the India Savage Life Code: When In doubt or possible trouble, lie.

She also has a kind heart and cares about her friends and along the way she makes more friends to bring into her fold.

I couldn’t help myself. He immediately made me sad.

“Yes, mints,” I grabbed a pack of mints and put it on the counter.

He stared at the mints.

I stared at the mints.

The mints seemed lonely and the purchase of the mints was not going to do anything to help feed this man’s family.

Mr Kumar’s eyes filled with tears as I brought all my stuff to the counter.

“You are an angel from heaven,” he breathed. 

India Savage, aka Indy Savage is such a fun character to read. She gets herself into all sorts of pickles and she has the lad she has been crushing on, her best friends brother, Liam Nightingale, aka Lee, trying to keep up with her and keep her from harm.

Lee and Indy have some sorting out to do. Watching Lee make the decisions for Indy and watching her sweat it out, was very entertaining, at the same time as watching her get into all sorts of pickles.

It was bad luck, considering Lee’s moral code was a bit sketchy, that I fell into Liam Nightingale’s Ethical Rule Book at Rule Number Two ( with Rule Number One being “Thou shalt not nail your brother’s girlfriend”). I was “Thou shalt not nail your little sister’s best friend.”

“Honey, it occurs to me from what you asked me earlier that you have the wrong impression about me. Today, I’m gonna show you who I am. Tonight, I’m gonna tell you what you want. Tomorrow, you can make up your mind.”

She has a fondness for stun guns.


I discovered I loved stun guns. Stun guns were righteous when they weren’t used on you.

The Nightingale boys and Ally their sister are quite a trio.


Henry “Hank” Nightingale was captain of the football team, prom king. He was voted Best Athlete, Most Popular, one half of Best Couple and Best Smile. He’s six foot one, has thighs that could crack walnuts and just the right assets to fill both the seat and crotch of his jeans, a killer smile, thick, dark brown hair with just enough wave and whisky-colored eyes. In high school, Hank was good-natured, chivalrous and had a steady girl. Not much has changed ( except there was no longer a girl).



Liam “Lee” Nightingale could hotwire any car going. He had both a Mustang and a motorcycle, started smoking when he was thirteen, was rumored to be able to get a girl pregnant by just looking at her and was also voted Best Smile. He’s six foot two and gives the impression that faded jeans had been divinely created just for him. Lee also has thick, dark brown hair with just enough wave and chocolate-colored eyes with a heavy rim of long lashes. Lee was good-natured as well, but in an entirely different way. Without any effort at all, ( mostly by crooking his finger, casting a glance, or if a girl was playing hard to get, he’d pull out The Smile), Lee nailed everything that was female, had long hair, big boobs, a fine ass and was breathing.

Every female, that is, but me, no matter how hard I tried. And let’s just say I tried real hard.

I, too have big boobs, a helluvan ass, long, russet hair ( with just enough wave ) and was, as far as I could tell, not the walking dead.



This left time with Ally.

Allyson Nightingale is always up for an adventure.

Allyson Nightingale can keep her mouth shut.

And Ally is not a cop.


And Eddie Chavez

He had on a white thermal, short-sleeved tee, a pair of worn out Levi’s, black cowboy boots and a black belt with a big buckle pressed against his flat abs. He had dark skin, black hair and he was wearing a pair of kickass mirrored shades. Shades I knew hid eyes so dark brown, they were black. He was flashing a grin at us, so ultra-white against his skin.

Lee and Eddie had moved naturally from good-looking boys that caused girls to have sweetheart crushes to handsome men that caused women’s vaginas to quiver at the sight of them.



Indy has inherited Fortnum’s Bookstore in the Baker Historical District from her grandmother. She has colorful employees.

Duke’s a Harley man, all leather and denim with a big ole gray beard and loads of long, steel gray hair with a bandana tied around his forehead. He talks rough, lives rough and is tough as nails, but can be soft as a marshmallow if he likes you ( luckily he likes me).



Jane’s my romance (our biggest seller) expert. She’s six foot and weighs in at about one-twenty, painfully thin, painfully shy. She keeps her nose in a novel nearly every minute of the day, when she isn’t buying them off people hawking their books for our shelves or selling them to people with mumbled recommendations. She’s told me she’d written over forty novels herself but never had the gumption to try to get them published.


Indy doesn’t like being told what she can and can’t do. This can make Lee’s life difficult.

“Honey, it’s good you’re gorgeous or you’d be a pain in the ass.”


“Fuck, Indy, you turn me inside out.”

But he has ways around it.

This makes for some great reading.

The more you read Lee, the more you will be squirming in your seat. He is just ...rawrrrr.

Not to mention, Lee went from Bad Boy to Badass in half a decade. By the end of that decade he was Baddass Extraordinaire. You didn’t mess with Lee. I may have been a bit of a wild child, but I knew enough about playing with fire and getting burned, and Lee Nightingale had gone from a bonfire to a towering fucking inferno in ten years.

Lee would be a good bet. Lee had gone into the Army after high school. Lee had gone on to be Special Operations Force. Lee had done some serious shit while in the armed services. Shit that took the good ole boy look right out of his dark brown eyes and put something else, something colder, more serious and far scarier, Lee had come out and gotten himself a private investigator’s license and opened an office in LoDo ( or Lower Downtown Denver). Lee was supposed to be a PI, but no one really knows what Lee does.

All the lads that work for Lee are rawrrr.

Vance was younger than Lee, but I was guessing not by much. He had shiny, straight black hair pulled into a ponytail, a lean body, and the fabulous bone structure and colouring of a Native American.

Oh, he was seriously hot.


It was like Chippendales, but better.


He had a blond military cut, a well maintained body with a laid back posture, and I was guessing he was about ten years older than Lee.


Kristen has a very special gift with this series. I could just see her fingers flying across the keyboard as the words, a lot is dialogue, spills forth.

The conversations are hilarious and it kept me turning pages.

All the sub characters are extremely busy and well written.

Mr Kumar is just gorgeous.

Tod and Stevie are Indy's next door neighbors and the gay flight attendants are hilarious, especially Tod, he is a drag queen, too.


“Girlie, you fuck this up and I’m calling the boys in the white jackets. You let something that fine slip through your fingers, you deserve a padded room.”


“I’m going next door to get my gun.”

“Your gun?”

“Hunk of Burning Love is out there fighting a war for you so someone has to protect you. I’ll be right back.”


He stared between Lee and Eddie. Back and forth. Back again and forth.

Then his eyes swung to me.

“What’re you doing? Collecting the straight, super macho Village People?”


This book was busy. No time to sit about and get bored.

You gotta keep up with Indy, she is da bomb!

Grizzly Adams aka Tex is such a fun character. There is enough humor in this book without needing the sidekick character, but Tex just takes the cake .

I adore his character.


It was Grizzly Adams, but the serial killer version. He was enormous, had lots of wild, blond hair, a thick, seriously overlong ( we’re talking ZZ Top here) russet beard and was wearing a flannel shirt even though it had to be nearly ninety degrees.


“Holy fuck, pandemonium at the gay bar!” he yelled.


Tex has spent too much time being a warrior hermit. Indy has brought a breath of fresh air his way , which kind of means, ACTION. He isn't letting himself miss out on the good times, anymore. Which translates to Indy getting in a pickle and he getting to be a part of it.

Tex is truly a brilliant character.

“I’ll take some of that action,” Tex put in.

We all looked at him.

“It’s Girl’s Night Out, Tex,” I explained.

“So? What? Are there rules?” Tex asked.

“Yes. The rule is it’s a night out for girls,” I answered.

“Woman, you think I’m missin’ another bar fight or quick draw, you’re crazy. I’m comin’ out with you tonight.”



“Oh...my...gawd,” Tod said.

“You fucking bitch,” Ally said.

“This is more like it,” Tex said.


So many people have read and reviewed this series, approximately 111,000 ratings , just on Goodreads alone, for this series. 

Everybody loves it.

In the words of J.J. from Good Times, it was Dy-no-mite!

If you love Charley Davidson series and the wit and energy Darynda Jones puts into her characters, then you are gonna want to pick up this series.

It is by all accounts. 

Hell. Good.

This book is one big quote.

Michelle