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Kristen Ashley, 2 Rock Chick Redemption: 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. Do you know them? They want some product, if-you-know-what-I-mean. We knew what he meant.
First up a couple of guys I'm Thus she has been blessed to have friends and family around the globe. My heart fluttered. Sampson Cooper. Very tall. Very dark.
Very beautiful. I adored him. When Cooter was out of the house, I internet stalked him.
I knew everything about him. Well, everything you could learn on the internet.
I knew his stats when he played college ball. I knew his stats when he played pro ball. I knew the exact day he requested to be released from his contract playing for the Indianapolis Colts so he could join the Army.
I knew he did this in memory of his brother, who had died in Iraq and he'd died a hero. I knew this upset Sampson Cooper greatly. I knew, not long after he joined the Army, he'd disappeared "off the grid" for four years. I also knew when he came back. And lastly I, and everyone probably in the world, knew what he did when he was "off the grid" considering a tell-all but anonymous book was written about it and a big investigation was launched when it was.
Therefore, I knew what he did was dangerous in a way people like me couldn't comprehend the level of danger. I knew it was also heroic. And lastly I knew that he tried to keep a low profile but when he found this impossible, he'd come out into the limelight and stayed there but I guessed he did this because, at least, if it was his choice, he had some slim chance of controlling it.
My stomach melted.
Oh no. He was getting out of his chair and now, ten years later, he was no longer fit in fact, he had a serious beer belly which was only partly due to his copious consumption of beer, the other part was food and the last part was being seriously lazy.
I'd discovered he was not talented at all. He was definitely not cool. And he was anything but beautiful. At the look on his face, my mind became consumed with what my next move would be. I knew one thing; I had a fifty-fifty shot at success.
I could take a step back and piss him off more for whatever reason he was pissed off which would make it worse but conversely it could serve as a deterrent, snapping him out of whatever mood had hold of him, or I could stand my ground which also led to both options.
Like often happened, I chose wrongly and my choice was to take a step back. He advanced quickly and no matter how much of a beer belly he had, my husband could move. I didn't have a prayer to avoid it, I'd learned that but, still, I tried. As usual, I wasn't fast enough.
He got close and backhanded me hard. With some experience, it was at the upper end of the scale of how hard he could hit me. I knew this because it hurt like a bitch and also because I flew to the side and landed hard on a hand and hip, I lost focus on the pain in my cheek when the pain radiating up my arm from my wrist took precedence.
Then he kicked me in the back. I bit back my cry at this new pain focus and thanked God he was only wearing a sock. When he kicked me, he did it no matter what footwear he was wearing and since his job meant he had to wear steel-toed boots, I'd learned a sock was far, far better.
I'd been watching Sampson Cooper, mesmerized by a beautiful man, a good man, a strong man, a loyal man, a loving man and I'd missed my husband, who was none of those things, asking for a beer. And he hit and kicked me because I hadn't jumped at his command. God, God, I hated my fucking husband.
I stayed prone and kept my eyes from him. Again, it was a crapshoot how he would react to this. Luckily, his presence retreated. When it did, the beautiful Sampson Cooper was the last thing on my mind.
Getting my husband a beer was the only thing on it. So I carefully but swiftly pulled myself to my feet and got Cooter a beer. Memphis yapped at it. I moved toward it. Then Memphis yapped at my heels.
I sighed. I loved dogs. I loved all animals, actually. Save snakes, they freaked me out. And lizards, they freaked me out too.
And I wasn't really big on rodents of any kind. No, that wasn't true, hamsters were kind of cute. But I could not pull up any affection for a dog Cooter loved. It wasn't that she wasn't cute, cuddly and sweet, even to me. It was just that, anytime Memphis showed me any affection, it pissed Cooter off.
So I guessed that was it. I did what I could not to piss Cooter off, including holding myself distant from our dog, even when he was not around. Memphis, of course, had no idea what her being sweet to me meant. Memphis only knew Cooter's devotion and did not get why she didn't get the same from me. I had to give it to the dog, she never gave up.
No matter how much I ignored her, she just got cuter, cuddlier and sweeter. I admired her for that. I'd given up years ago. I looked through the peephole and blinked. Then my heart started racing.
Then, in the expanse of about three seconds, my mind flew in a million different directions finally settling on one. It was after six o'clock. Cooter was usually home by five fifteen.
That said, if he wanted to have a beer with the guys or whatever he did, when he didn't come home, he did it and didn't bother to phone, text or pop home to let me know. Lately, this happened more often than not. It's totally brilliant. It's like she has her own language and writes by her own rules in a way that exactly reflects the Rock Chick world. I love it! There are parts of my book which aren't just excessively highlighted, they're honestly just all yellow for pages on end and there are some scenes where just EVERY.
Just gold. Sometimes I'd just stop, backtrack a few pages and re-read a scene because it was that good. I'm not going to say much about the plot here because honestly, if you haven't read the first books, you shouldn't be reading this one and if you have read the first books then you already know the set up and probably are willing to read this book even if the whole thing was everyone just sitting in a room staring at each other.
But suffice it to say that we get both current day events and Rock Chick Rewinds that go back and fill in the blanks with what was up in Ally-world during the time of the previous books because while Ally had been an integral part of the Rock Chick gang, she'd always been in the background so we never fully knew what was going on in her life.
I loved Ren! In Ally's words he was like "a rock star without the guitar and in a suit" But he was different from the Hot Bunch and has his own way of being - it was still Alpha and it was still badass but in a way that was uniquely his.
Ally had her reasons for holding back, keeping them at "fuck buddy" status and Ren had his reasons for believing they were more.
We're fuck buddies, Zano.
I've had fuck buddies, Ally. And not one of them looked like you look when I slide inside you, every fucking time I slide inside you. Like a piece of you has been lost and now it's found. As the sister of two professional badasses, being brave and fearless was in her blood.
She was the ultimate independent, can-do, cool chick. But, having grown up surrounded by badasses, who then went on to build an even bigger network of badasses around her and having seen every one of them fall in love and go through those whole ordeals, Ally was sure of exactly what she did and didn't want out of life.
Some over-the-top macho guy forcing his way into my life, taking it over and bossing me around? I didn't care if it came with regular orgasms.