Release Blitz: Kinkaid By Rie Warren

Kinkaid:

Bonafide pussy magnet. Kinky Kaid I wanna get laid. Yeah, I’ve been called that shit and more. It comes with the territory. See, I’m a male stripper. I shake my moneymaker so I can pay the bills and take care of my people.

I’m also a hardcore, hell-bent biker dude, the newest prospect at Retribution MC. Probie 2.0, and they can never find out how I earn my living. Women love me. They toss their panties at me. They push hundred dollar bills into my G-string. I’m down and dirty and the honeys dig it. All but one.

There’s this girl, Sadie. She’s beautiful and funny and kickass with some major ink. I’d never make a move on her because she’s my best friend.

Sadie:

Best friend? Bullshit. Kinkaid treats me like I’m his kid sister. I’m the hell-raiser, the tomboy dirt biker, his late night call but never like that. He thinks he’s safe from me. I’m going to prove him wrong. I’ll make him see me as a woman one way or the other.

When I find out what Kinkaid’s been hiding there’s hell to pay. Except then he gives me a lap dance. A hot, wicked, panty-melting lap dance. A lap dance that unleashes our intense desire, fresh jealousy, distrust and anger.

Everything changes after that, and not for the better. I love him. I hate him. I can’t lose him. Sometimes I can’t stand him. He’s hot as sin on a sultry lowcountry night, and he’s still my best friend.

I don’t know if he’s man enough to give me what I need.

When I start a book by Rie Warren I am guaranteed a couple of things.  One I will laugh my ass off because she can write some funny scenes.  Two a sexy as sin hero that will leave your panties wet and begging for more.  Three there will be drama, sometimes a little, sometimes a lot but it will be there.  And finally I know when I am done there will be a happily ever after even if it is a bumpy road on the way there.  Now I got all of those things with Kinkaid but I have to sadly admit this isn’t my favorite book by Ms. Warren.  Don’t get me wrong, I still enjoyed it a lot.  I think I was hoping of more of the MC presence than there was. 

Kinkaid is a male stripper, and a damn sexy one.  Trust me when I say you could close your eyes and picture his routine because Ms. Warren explains it is great detail and damn I wanted to be throwing imaginary money his way.  He is also a prospect for the Retribution MC.  There is a reason why he strips, one that will warm your heart and totally see how good of a guy Kinkaid really is.  He is also best friends with Sadie who when she finds out what he does for a living being pissed is an understatement.

Sadie is hurt when she finds out what Kinkaid does to pay the bills, she knows he looks at her like a sister but he has been keeping the secret from her and doesn’t want her like she wants him.  I could understand to a point why she hated his job and was hurt but in my opinion she went to far too many times in my opinion in her voicing her hatred of his stripping.  And that right there was another reason why I didn’t like this one as much as the others.

While I love being able to see the more personal side of the guys in the MC sometimes I want more of the biker life it is a biker series.  Now saying that I am anxious to read about Bo in the next book, I think he may surprise us all with what is underneath his exterior, we know he’s gone through things with in the military but I have a feeling we haven’t seen a fraction of who he really is yet.

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I accepted a stiff drink from Rebel-Mae, the funky punk bartender with the glow-in-the-dark pink fauxhawk, forgetting for a moment I was the Grade-A beef in the joint. No sooner than I took my first sip of Jack, women surrounded me, pressing against me, panting all over me. 

I couldn’t very well leave the clients out in the cold. I slung an arm around one of them and smiled at another, raising my eyes in a help-me expression across the bar toward Rebel-Mae when something familiar snagged my gaze. 

I did a double take. Then a triple look. 

Then my legs almost collapsed out from under me. My heart went sluggish. My body felt cold. My gaze stopped on none other than Sadie my-motherfucking-best-friend Grace. 

Holeeey Shit.

She stared at me with wide unblinking eyes and pink spots on her cheeks. 

Everything got real hot, real fast. I hadn’t been this nekkie in front of my best girl since . . . oh yeah . . . never. I was acutely aware of that fact as Sadie’s eyes coasted painstakingly from the top of my head all the way to my toes like she was taking inventory. 

My heart returned to its normal rhythm then it decided to go one better and jackhammer in my chest. I returned Sadie’s stare with the same scrutiny. No wonder I hadn’t picked her out in the crowd. Sitting about five feet away from me, she looked like a complete stranger . . . a very sexy stranger.

Sadie usually wore paint-splattered coveralls, torn jeans, and baggy T-shirts with her thick hair braided down her back. Tonight her hair hung loose and straight as a sunbeam. It reminded me of the beach at Isle of Palms—a mixture of white gold and sun-spun brown, little sparks of red filtered in. Soft and silky and silty. 

It wasn’t just the hair that blew me away. Sadie had curves all of a sudden. Where the hell had those come from? The killer dress was the same turquoise blue as her eyes and made her irises stand out all the more. The dress? Oh man, it was silk or something, cinched at her waist with a straight skirt that didn’t go low enough on her thighs as far as I was concerned. And the top? That was no better. The neckline needed to be a lot higher, turtleneck high, come to think of it. As it was, the damn thing hugged what looked like perfectly round tits, a suspicion supported by the fact a tight V of tawny cleavage was very, very visible.

Finally—dear Lord—her long willowy legs ended in inappropriately strappy, high heels. Not her standard, sexy Fox Racing Moto-X boots. This was not the regulation Sadie uniform I was used to. Her outfit definitely affected the blood pounding through my body—loudly in my ears and coursing lower at an alarming rate to my cock. My cock that was barely covered in black mesh. Yeah, it was about to bulk up.

Sadie only glanced away from me when one of her group tapped her on the shoulder. The chicks giggled and whispered, and my worst fears were soon confirmed. It was a bachelorette party. Yep, one of the babes wore a veil and a white sash that read: Bridezilla! Tall glasses littered the table, and out of each one popped every bride-to-be’s favorite party favor: a plastic penis straw. The women were well lubricated, well on their way to Happyville with a trip to Hangover City in the morning. 

Sadie didn’t look happy. Not one bit. 

I’d thought her discovering my dirty little secret was the worst of it. 

I was proven wrong in the next instant when Sadie’s crazed posse pointed at me, chanting, “LAP DANCE! LAP DANCE! LAP DANCE!”

You have got to be fucking kidding me.

But no. It got a million times worse when Bride-fucking-zilla (that shit was no joke apparently) got up, drunk-swayed over to me, and pushed me at Sadie. 

“With her!” Bridezilla shouted as I stumbled in Sadie’s direction. 

“WHAT?” I caught myself moments before I face-dived between Sadie’s legs, rocked backward, and then quickly moved clear to the other side of the table. Where my ass was immediately pinched. 

Bridezilla looked expectantly at me then Sadie.

“What?” Sadie echoed my question.

“Well, you two can’t keep your eyes off each other,” said the blonde wifey-to-be. “Might as well get your hands in on the action too.”

This can't be happening . . . 

Jesus fucking Christ.

Yahoo! said my cock. 

That thing needed a choke on it.

Older brother/best friend? I felt none of those things all of a sudden, especially when Sadie looked in my direction and slowly wet her lips. 

Maybe shock and horror wasn’t quite what she was feeling after all. 

I was definitely hot-faced, and no way did I want to give my best friend—my hottie hot best friend—a freakin’ lap dance. Unfortunately the rules were the rules. 

“Gotta go change first,” I mumbled.

Rie is the badass, sassafras author of Sugar Daddy and the Don’t Tell series–a breakthrough trilogy that crosses traditional publishing boundaries beginning with In His Command. Her latest endeavors include the Carolina Bad Boys, a fun, hot, and southern-sexy series. 

A Yankee transplant who has traveled the world, Rie started out a writer—causing her college professor to blush over her erotic poetry without one ounce of shame. Not much has changed. She swapped pen for paintbrushes and followed her other love during her twenties. From art school to marriage to children and many a wild and wonderful journey in between, Rie has come home to her calling. Her work has been called edgy, daring, and some of the sexiest smut around. 

You can connect with Rie via the social media hangouts listed on her website https://www.riewarren.com. She is represented by Saritza Hernandez, Corvisiero Literary Agency. http://www.corvisieroagency.com/Saritza_Hernandez.html

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Review: Consume Me (Ravage MC Book 3) By: Ryan Michele

Prospect Andrew “Tug” Tugger wants two things.

One, to become a member of the Ravage Motorcycle Club, and two, Blaze, the sexy brunette whose eyes set him on fire.

Only one of those things is under his control, and he is done waiting.

It’s time to take what he wants.

Blaze has been running from her tragic past for over four years. She is finally feeling settled, after stripping her way through school and building a life in Sumner, her first safe haven. She keeps everyone at arm’s length, afraid to let anyone discover the secrets she holds within.

Tug sets out to make Blaze his, but will someone get burned in the process?

Will Blaze run again when her new world is threatened?

Or will she allow Tug to consume her?

I absolutely love Tug and how he pushed, but at the same time didn’t, Blaze into being together.  He knew that if he pushed too hard to fast she would shut down and there wouldn’t be a chance in hell that he would get in there.  He knew that he wanted her for his old lady once he was patched in but instead of going all caveman he made her comfortable with him.  Was he an angel?  Hell no but you know what, he wasn’t perfect but he could have been a lot worse.

Blaze is running from her past, and it’s about to catch up with her.  Her past is painful and one that anyone in her place would want to run from and never look back.  She doesn’t let anyone close and she doesn’t date but when Tug works his way into her life at first she is annoyed but slowly she sees that he is the great guy Princess and Casey told her he was.  Blaze wasn’t being uptight or even a bitch, she was protecting not just her heart but her life as well and the way she acted was what she had to do to stay safe.

I have had a 50/50 shot with this series, book one I really liked, while book two I had to force myself to even finish but Consume Me has made me want to continue reading the series.  I liked that it was about a Prospect and not a member of the MC and you never get to see those stories.  The Prospects are usually the bikers bitches in a sense and not taken seriously until they are fully patched in, but with Consume Me you get that different take.  I also liked how Tug while he wasn’t abstinent by any means wasn’t a total man-whore up until the second he got with Blaze, but once he started to really get in there with her, she was all he wanted and not in a whipped way either.  Overall I just really was drawn in and fell in love with Tug and I hope that the rest of the series will continue to suck me in like Consume Me did.

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Review: Pole Dance by J.A. Hornbuckle

Maybe I've been going about this the wrong way. I've taken pole dance classes. They're fun and can be sexy when it's done right cause if you're doing it wrong it can be funny. I've done sexy and funny but the point is just let yourself go and have a good time. I should just walk into a strip club, make sure the owner is a hottie, grab his hand, walk towards a pole, have him take a seat and just start performing my ass off and see if he falls in lurve with me. Couldn't hurt right? Anywho...

When I first started reading this book, Tina Turner's Private dancer came into mind. I was swaying while reading this and singing out loud at certain times.

I'm your private dancer, a dancer for money
I'll do what you want me to do
I'm your private dancer, a dancer for money
Any old music will do(Moby's Porcelain)


Caitlin is an orphaned 20 year who needs money ASAP. She decides to apply for a stripper with no experience except for what she learned on Youtube. She's being interviewed by Jake, the owner of Fuego Club, a strip joint. She tells him her life story on how she lost her family, the many jobs she has just to make ends meet and so on. He tells her that she is not what they're looking for and in a panic she asks to perform for him. He agrees. She sees a pole in the corner of his office. She's extremely nervous, almost an innocent while she's dancing for him. After her erotic performance (and I will admit it kinda turned me on), he asks to see her naked. This makes her more nervous but she does and before she can go any further she tells him that this isn't what she wants and leaves immediately. Unbeknownst to Caitlin, Jake fell in love with her. See, Jake is a reformed manwhore bad boy, thanks in part to a talk with his brother, Frank. Jake sees the beauty that Caitlin is, the innocence that pours off of her and he wants the good she can bring to his life.

Jake pursues her with the attention she needs. Either it's a hug, a kiss on the forehead, calling her Darling or helping with her financial situation. I loved their relationship. She didn't put up with his ways and she infuriated him with her naiveté. What I also loved was how he brought out her sexual nature. You can't deny that they didn't have hot sexual chemistry. Jake adores, protects, and comforts his Caitlin. He's not afraid to show his emotions either with his words, touches or tears. He's truthful about his past and what was a nice change was that he didn't drive a Lexus, BMW or and Audi. He drove a fucking Kia. A Kia!

Like a boss.

The title of the book is just how Jake and Caitlin met, with the performance she did for him on the pole. The story doesn't really deal with the drama of the club except for a psycho that is part of the story. Other side characters are introduced and you know that they will get their stories. The only beef I had was that the author used the term pink parts to describe her vagina too much. Other than that, I really enjoyed the story and I will definitely be reading more of this author’s work.

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