Title: Nocturnes (Hard Rock Harlots Book #3)
By: Kendall Grey
Genre: Contemporary Romance
NOCTURNES contains 511 F-bombs, 81 well-endowed male chickens, 65 girl kitties, 58 Richard the Lessers, 10 C-U-Next-Tuesdays, and a plethora of other colorful words and phrases that would deafen your virginal mother’s ears and make her bust out her “Shame on you!” finger. If you’ve been tuned in since the beginning of the Hard Rock Harlots series, you know the drill. The sex is extreme, the language is graphic, and the story is over the top. Prudes and under 18s need not apply.
WARNING: NOCTURNES addresses serious topics such as alcoholism, prostitution, and cheating. If you’re looking for a barrel of laughs or sunshine and rainbows, this is NOT the book for you.
Rax Wrathbone is the dirty rock star you love to hate. The filthy fantasy slithering through your bed sheets. The serpent in your lady garden. The snake bite in your panties that keeps you sweating all night. He. Is. Sex.
And he’s no good. For anyone.
After a nasty breakup with his best friend and their band’s drummer, Rax is flying solo for the first time in years. Who needs the drama of commitment when the line for your humping booth spans three city blocks? No, groupies and liquor are far finer company than relationships, and they don’t leave bruises after they’ve had their way with you. At least not lasting ones.
Rax’s new adventures as an alcoholic, guitar-slashing one-man show are going along swimmingly until the only woman who’s ever brought him to his knees shimmies down a pole back into his life. Eve doesn’t abide excessive drinking, she has sex with strangers for a living, and she can’t remember Rax’s name to save her life.
She’s perfect in every way.
Now, if he could just get sober long enough to forget his past and convince Eve he’s worthy of her future…
Do you remember Shades Love Note to Letty from two years ago? It’s kind of epic… 😉
Title: Strings (Hard Rock Harlots Book #1)
By: Kendall Grey
Genre: Contemporary Romance
WARNING: STRINGS is not suitable for slut shamers, uptight stone throwers, Holier-Than-Thou prudes, humorless virgins, persons with chronic neck or back pain, pearl-clutching bitties, those who disparage crude humor or vulgarity in their many forms, closed-minded people with sticks up their asses, or anyone under the age of 18. The vile, base language and shocking, unholy sexual acts contained herein are not condoned by anyone with a lick of sense and should certainly not be reproduced without proper training and protection. The potty-mouthed and perpetually horny “heroine” (the term is used loosely) of this book does not resemble a normal, well-adjusted, or remotely believable person in any way, shape, or form. The author acknowledges that the characters in this book are shallow and two-dimensional; the plot is both ridiculous and insipid. She makes no apologies for any of it.
* Readers are strongly advised to wear latex gloves whilst reading to minimize contamination risks.
Free-spirited musician Letty Dillinger adheres to a strict, “no strings attached” policy when it comes to men. After a wild night of unabashed sex in a fancy hotel room, she never expects to see the adventurous stud she dubs “Shades” again. When her all-girl rock trio books a tour at the last minute as the opening act for their archenemies, Letty’s shocked to discover she knows the competition’s new lead singer. Intimately. Shades is no longer a one-night stand. Now he’s the guy she has to one-up on stage every night for the sake of her career.
Sharing close quarters on a bus with her sexy nemesis and his bad-boy buddies puts Letty’s Golden Rule to the test. On this tour, guitar strings aren’t the only things being played. And when heartstrings are pulled too hard, they’re bound to snap sooner or later.
And OMG Toombs’s Love Note last year just killed me!!!
Book 2 in the Hard Rock Harlots Series
WARNING: BEATS is specially formulated for horn dogs, porn oglers, smut peddlers, BDSM junkies, M/M and M/M/F addicts, DP dabblers, and lovers of A2M backdoor sexy times. If you don’t fall into these categories, can’t stomach hot man-on-man action, or if you have no idea what the above acronyms mean, please back away from BEATS now. This isn’t the book you’re looking for. Failure to heed this warning could inadvertently throw unauthorized users into a persistent vegetative state, or at the very least, require administration of a defibrillator to the chest and/or groin area. Nobody wants that.
For months, shy drummer Jinx Hardwick has been silently crushing on her tall, dark, and scary bandmate, Toombs Badcock. Drawn to his frightening ink and scars, she yearns to uncover the shadowy secrets lurking behind his silver eyes, but Jinx is too intimidated to even look at him, let alone talk to him. When she stumbles upon Toombs and their manipulative lead guitarist Rax in a compromising position, Jinx realizes her chances of winning Toombs’s heart aren’t just a long shot—they’re nonexistent. To make matters worse, Jinx’s family needs her at home. She’s about to back away from it all—Toombs, the band, her dreams of fame and fortune—when Rax makes her an offer she can’t refuse: a no-holds-barred night alone with Toombs. There’s one small catch. She has to go through Rax to get it.
Jinx and Toombs from the Hard Rock Harlots series spend their first Christmas together in the Great Smoky Mountains and exchange gifts that will alter the course of their relationship.
Short story is best read after Kendall Grey’s Strings, Beats, and Nocturnes. Love Notes contains graphic language and sexual content. Not suitable for readers under the age of 18.
Title: Rock (Hard Rock Harlots Book #4)
By: Kendall Grey
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Book 4 in the Hard Rock Harlots series
WARNING: ROCK is a no-holds- (or holes-) barred bisexual, polyamorous lust-fest for the senses. It contains GRAPHIC LANGUAGE and EXTREMELY EXPLICIT SEX. This book is not suitable for readers under the age of 18 or anyone expecting a realistic story. A strong stomach, an open mind, and appreciation for over-the-top, egotistical characters are a must. Best read after STRINGS, BEATS, and NOCTURNES.
If you’d asked me to describe myself a couple weeks ago, I’d have told you I’m Letty Fucking Dillinger—The Rock in your cock, the cream in your wet dream, the spunk in your junk.
I had everything a girl could want: A hot rocker boyfriend, fame, a nuclear cooter, a smart phone … The whole damn world at my feet. I worked my ass off to get where I am, and I have no regrets.
But everything changed when she exploded on the scene with the mother of atomic bombs strapped across her chest. She’s beautiful, talented, and holds the key to my future—my life as I know it—in her hands.
I hate her. I fucking hate her. Because she and her merry band of bitches made me do something I’ve never done before. They made me doubt myself.
Who am I?
I’m not sure anymore.
Rax is completing the tri-fecta…and he’s doing it the best way he knows how, with a song!
Keep reading to see the full Love Note!
For Eve …
“Little Wing”
by Rax Wrathbone
She perches frozen on the mountain
Looking down at the world below
Tears in her eyes for loved ones lost
Yet strong enough to withstand the frost
Because it’s warm up there where she nests
Her little wings curled around her breast
Sheltered from view on a branch so high
He’s the only one who sees it
No babies need her attention
Save him, whom she rescued with intervention
A damaged soul as lost as she
Captured and whisked away to her tree
Once there, he took too much
And Little Wing forgot how to fly
He watched her in silence as he battled his demons
Stumbling around, giving himself reasons
Not to embrace the fall
And give in to it all
But something kept him breathing
Something about her reminded him
There is beauty in fear and strength in embracing it
With pure determination and grit
He could beat those demons down
Toss them in their fire and watch them drown
She’s up there, singing with her body
Under new moon’s dark eye
Stretching her wings, yet afraid to fly
For fear it will end in goodbye
He promises to love her and remain true
But something stops her from going through
So he proves himself again and again
“Trust me,” he says, but she cannot
Too many failures scar their past
Despite all the love they’ve amassed
The fall into each other left them pale
Souls sucked dry and rendered frail
When she can bear the cold no longer
She ventures to the edge of the branch
Her heart pounds for that other place
He folds her in a loving embrace
“Climb on my back, and I’ll take you home”
“But, you have no wings with which to roam”
“Trust me,” he says
“Give me a shot.”
Heart and head warn her to wait
But, his earnestness makes her hesitate
Too scared to live, too stubborn to die
What she doesn’t realize is she taught him to fly
“Fine, then, take me home,” says Little Wing
He puffs out his chest and does as she asks
Sweeping through rough wind
He turns to her, his eyes red-rimmed
“I won’t let go, but will you try
To unfurl your tiny wings and fly?”
She stares at his face, so serene
And finds what she’s been looking for
A strong heart that loves her true
And believes in her more than she knew
She shakes out her arms to full wingspan
And lets herself go with this man
New feathers sprout along the edges
Lengthening, opening, growing
Her bones ache as they flap and crack
She panics a moment, then looks back
Her lover is still there, holding her tight
While her dewy wings glint under dawn’s new light
“Never doubt your ability to fly,” he says
“No matter how neglected your wings
You have the soul of a bird
And your vision cannot be blurred
Trust the strength of your own spirit
And know that I’ll always be there to help you bear it”
Kendall Grey, word wrangler, whale warrior, wicked wench, and lover of tongue-tripping alliteration, was born without an off-switch between her brain and mouth. She’s been called the “Flux Capacitor of Twitter” (@kendallgrey1) and “A little package of love all wrapped up in F-word paper,” but she’s really just a maniacal writer relaying eyewitness accounts of the rave inside her head. She writes urban fantasy with strong romantic elements and also dabbles in erotica and horror on occasion.
Kendall lives off a dirt road near Atlanta, Georgia, but don’t hold that against her. Check out more on her website.
I love Rax and Eve!!!!??