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venerdì 26 giugno 2015

KINKAID (Bad Boys of Retribution MC #2) by Rie Warren



From the world of Carolina Bad Boys and Retribution MC, a steamy New Adult standalone novella . . . Magic Mike XXL ain’t got nothin’ on Kinky Kinkaid.

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.

Warning: Graphic sex, graphic action, graphic language. Triple X caution.








I Bad Boys della Retribution Mc non sono finiti! Rie Warren prosegue la sua serie spin off , situata sempre a Mt. Pleasant - North Carolina, e ci racconta la storia di Kinkaid e Sadie.

Kinkaid è un  giovane biker, 21 anni, ed è una recluta del Retribution Mc ( vi rimando alle recensioni della precedente serie ) di giorno...ma di notte è uno spogliarellista. Non lo fa per il piacere di spogliarsi e rimorchiare donne ben disposte a lasciarsi fare ogni cosa da lui. Lo fa perché suo nonno, Grampa Dean, è anziano e ha bisogno di assistenza. Non guasta che a Kinkaid piaccia molto ballare e lo sappia fare decisamente bene!



Sadie è la sua migliore amica, ha deciso di entrare nel Retribution Mc sezione donne ( ebbene si, se vuoi diventare biker non ci sono distinzioni sessuali in America! ), ed è una studentessa di arte. Si conoscono da quando erano piccoli e giocavano al parco.
Ma quando accompagna una sua amica ad un addio al nubilato in un locale di spogliarellisti, non riesce a credere ai suoi occhi : quel figone da paura sul palco, che sta dando il meglio di se, è il suo amico di sempre Kinkaid!! Perchè non ne sapeva niente ?

Ragazzi, la storia tra Sadie e Kinkaid è una delle più travagliate che abbia mai letto. Passionale, infuocata, tenera, dolce ma piena di alti e bassi. Il nostro biker sembra sbagliare tutto ogni volta che le cose si fanno serie e lei è troppo inflessibile, a parer mio. Ma il sesso riparatore è sempre la soluzione migliore e con Kinkaid lo è ancora di più!!

La scelta di diventare spogliarellista o exotic dancer, come preferite, viene fatta per una necessità. Rimasto senza madre ad un anno di vita, con un padre desaparecido, viene praticamente adottato da Grampa Dean. Adesso però è anziano e malato, per guadagnare i soldi necessari ,Kinkaid sacrifica se stesso e decide di fare orari assurdi la notte per ballare. Almeno sa che sta facendo del suo meglio per ricambiare tutto quello che il nonno ha fatto per lui.
Grampa Dean è un personaggio meraviglioso, il nonno che tutti vorremmo. Simpatico, saggio e progressista. Sa molto bene quanto il nipote faccia per lui, infatti lo sprona sempre a godersi la vita e non pensare ad assisterlo continuamente ma a Kinkaid non pesa trascorrere le serate libere giocando a scarabeo. Anche se si tratta di un personaggio secondario, il suo contributo alla trama è prezioso, i suoi interventi sono spassosi ed esilaranti. E' stato un'eccellente diversivo dall'aspetto erotico del romanzo.


Sadie, rimane esterrefatta quando si vede sul palcoscenico il suo migliore amico. Ha sempre provato qualcosa per lui, è troppo bello per restare indifferente. Oltre all'aspetto esteriore, c'è da mettere in conto che ha un grande cuore, è dolce ed un bravo ragazzo. 
Quella notte ha cambiato tutto però. Mentre lei si sente tradita, lui inizia a guardarla con occhi diversi e anche se la conosce da una vita, è come se fosse stato sopraffatto da un colpo di fulmine. La desidera, la vuole e non riesce a trattenersi. Ma quale sarà la cosa giusta da fare? Rinunciare ad una amicizia secolare per la lussuria o vedere dove porteranno questi nuovi sentimenti ?
Sono risposte a cui sono leggendo il libro potrete dare risposta!!

Si tratta della serie spin off di Carolina Bad Boys, i biker sono il mio punto debole...ormai lo sapete...abbiamo già conosciuto Hunter, il quale mi aveva lasciato un tantino annoiata, mentre Kindaid per nulla!! Sarà che ho trovato il contesto diverso, i dialoghi più interessanti, insomma l'ho divorato e sono rimasta decisamente soddisfatta! Sul filone di Magic Mike, Kindaid ci fa sognare, oltre per le sue spettacolari prestazioni sessuali!!
Non so se arriverà mai in Italia...chi può dirlo....nel frattempo ve lo consiglio come lettura in lingua originale, il livello di difficoltà è accettabile e lo stile slang è più contenuto rispetto alle precedenti pubblicazioni. Non lasciatevelo scappare!!



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. 


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CAROLINA BAD BOYS SERIES

Stone, At Your Service, Book #1. Available now.

Love, In The Fast Lane, Book #2. Available now.

Steele, Into Your Heart, Book #3. Available now.

RIDE, the complete New Adult novella featured in Stone. Available now.

NEXT IN SERIES:

CHROME, WITH A HEART FORGED IN STEELE. Book #4.
The bigger they are, the harder they fall.
Coming summer 2015.

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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