Tuesday, 23 June 2015

New Release: Kinkaid (Bad Boys of Retribution #2) by Rie Warren | #NEW #MC #Erotic #Review

Title: Kinkaid
Series: Bad Boys of Retribution MC #2
Author: Rie Warren
Genre: MC Erotic Romance
Release Date: June 23, 2015


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. 


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.

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.

Foxy Rating = Four and a half stars

This is the second book in The Bad Boys of Retribution MC series and this time it is Kinkaid and Sadie's story.

When I picked this up to read I was expecting plenty of smut and sexiness, well with a hot stripper involved what more could I expect?  What I didn't expect was to be brought to tears. But in a good way! Well kind of....

Kinkaid is probie 2 for the Retribution MC, just waiting on getting patched in. In addition to serving behind the bar of the clubhouse, he also cares for his Grampa Dean who has been a surrogate father to him for most of his life. He has the utmost respect for this old man, so much so that he will do whatever he can in order that Grampa's every need is covered. But ensuring this care takes money of which Kaid has little of, so to booster that he works as a stripper at a local club as their star attraction. But his brothers at the MC don't know anything of this and neither does his best friend Sadie. Well nobody knows expect his fellow strippers!

Sadie has always had Kaid at her side, every since they were young kids, getting into scrapes together. She is part of the sister MC and the reason Kaid is trying to patch into the MC. There has never been anything other than a platonic relationship between them. That is until Sadie, at a bachelorette party, discovers Kaid's secret at the GQ club. Well after a lusty lap dance from your sexy best friend has a way of bringing those hidden feelings out into the open. Now the best friends are looking at each other in a whole new light!

There is a lot of drama and angst involved with the two main characters, mainly that Sadie does not want to share Kinkaid with a clubful of baying women, she wants him for herself. Can Kinkaid get her to see that he needs this job to help his Grampa and that she is the only woman for him? 

I loved the banter between Kaid and his Grampa, it had me laughing out loud at some of the things Grampa Dean came out with. It was the utter devotion between these two that also had me in bits at a pivotal part of the storyline. When Kincaid was slumped sobbing his heart out I was right there with him. There is just something about a man who cries that gets to me. Of course his girl and best friend was right there when he needed her. 

Although this series is entitled as an MC read, there is not much MC action. But the clubhouse is more of the foundation of the series and the stories are of the men themselves. So although my initial thoughts after reading the first book was this is not an MC series, I totally got it. This is fast becoming a favourite series of mine and I can not wait for Bo and Ronnie's story coming next.   

If you love to read about hot alpha men with southern charm, sassy women with a sexy southern drawl, against a backdrop of gorgeous MC heroes and a Grampa to fall in love with, then you will love KinKaid and Sadie's story. Four and a half stars. 

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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