Title: Kinkaid
Series: Bad Boys of Retribution MC #2
Author: Rie Warren
Genre: Contemp Erotic Romance
Release Date: June 23, 2015
Kinkaid:
Bonafide pussy magnet. Kinky Kaid I wanna get laid. Yeah, Ive been called that shit and more. It comes with the territory. See, Im a male stripper. I shake my moneymaker so I can pay the bills and take care of my people.
Im 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. Im down and dirty and the honeys dig it. All but one.
Theres this girl, Sadie. Shes beautiful and funny and kickass with some major ink. Id never make a move on her because shes my best friend.
Sadie:
Best friend? Bullshit. Kinkaid treats me like Im his kid sister. Im the hell-raiser, the tomboy dirt biker, his late night call but never like that. He thinks hes safe from me. Im going to prove him wrong. Ill make him see me as a woman one way or the other.
When I find out what Kinkaids been hiding theres 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 cant lose him. Sometimes I cant stand him. Hes hot as sin on a sultry lowcountry night, and hes still my best friend.
I dont know if hes man enough to give me what I need.
This MC book is more layed back compared to the heavier MC books out there. Warren tries to stick to the biker world but it lacks that action packed atmosphere that most books in this genre have. The premise of this story is interesting. It's like Magic Mike in the biker world. The banter between the characters is fun to read and this book is a great palette cleanser. I liked that the author focused on the male lead's perspective. Most romances are told through a female's eyes and it's refreshing to see it differently. Warren does a great job at recapping previous character storylines without being wordy. Reader isn't left lost if they didn't read previous books. Overall it's an enjoyable read that has something for every reader.
4 out of 5 Stars
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 couldnt 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 hadnt been this nekkie in front of my best girl since . . . oh yeah . . . never. I was acutely aware of that fact as Sadies 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 Sadies stare with the same scrutiny. No wonder I hadnt 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 Palmsa mixture of white gold and sun-spun brown, little sparks of red filtered in. Soft and silky and silty.
It wasnt 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 didnt 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.
Finallydear Lordher 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 bodyloudly 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-bes 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 didnt look happy. Not one bit.
Id thought her discovering my dirty little secret was the worst of it.
I was proven wrong in the next instant when Sadies 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 Sadies direction.
WHAT? I caught myself moments before I face-dived between Sadies 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 cant 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 wasnt quite what she was feeling after all.
I was definitely hot-faced, and no way did I want to give my best friendmy hottie hot best frienda freakin lap dance. Unfortunately the rules were the rules.
Gotta go change first, I mumbled.
I couldnt 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 hadnt been this nekkie in front of my best girl since . . . oh yeah . . . never. I was acutely aware of that fact as Sadies 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 Sadies stare with the same scrutiny. No wonder I hadnt 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 Palmsa mixture of white gold and sun-spun brown, little sparks of red filtered in. Soft and silky and silty.
It wasnt 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 didnt 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.
Finallydear Lordher 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 bodyloudly 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-bes 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 didnt look happy. Not one bit.
Id thought her discovering my dirty little secret was the worst of it.
I was proven wrong in the next instant when Sadies 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 Sadies direction.
WHAT? I caught myself moments before I face-dived between Sadies 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 cant 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 wasnt quite what she was feeling after all.
I was definitely hot-faced, and no way did I want to give my best friendmy hottie hot best frienda 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 Dont Tell seriesa 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 writercausing 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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