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.
Do you remember Shades Love Note to Letty from last year? 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.
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…
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.
I don’t think I could love Toombs more if I wanted to…
Keep reading to see the full Love Note!
Valentine’s Sext Notes
By Kendall Grey
Jinx: I’m at Victoria’s Secret. Do you have any requests for Valentine’s Day? Secret fantasies?
Toombs: Not clothes-related. It’s gonna sound weird.
Jinx: Weird never stopped you before. Hit me.
Toombs: I’d rather you hit me.
Jinx: Later.
Toombs: Drums brought us together, right?
Jinx: Absolutely.
Toombs: We’re both drummers at heart.
Jinx: Always.
Toombs: Heart is what this day is all about.
Jinx: Yeah …
Toombs: I want to do a drum-off with you onstage at the Valentine’s show tonight.
Jinx: Like a battle of the drummers?
Toombs: Not a competition. I can’t compete with you. A merger.
Jinx: What do you mean?
Toombs: You. Me. Two kits. Banging together. Connecting. Like we do in bed. But on display for thousands of fans.
Jinx: You have my attention.
Toombs: Afterward, we can do more banging in private. Preferably with your sticks murdering my skin.
Jinx: You’re on. I have one stipulation.
Toombs: Anything.
Jinx: You have to do it shirtless. Wearing a kilt.
Toombs: You’re a kinky minx.
Jinx: Does it make me even kinkier if I say I want to beat the shit out of you before the gig so I can show off the bruises? I like marking you as mine. Putting my handiwork on display for a couple thousand fans? THAT’S kinky.
Toombs: Thanks a lot. I’m standing in the grocery store line with a gallon of milk and a huge boner. The cashier already thinks I’m a fucking freak.
Jinx: LOL! I’ll take that as a yes.
Toombs: That’s an absolutely-posi-fucking-tively YES.
Jinx: I saw a kilt here at the mall that’ll be perfect for you. I’ll grab it and hit Guitar Center on the way back to the bus. I need some new sticks.
Toombs: Fuck yes, you do.
Jinx: Clear the bus and be ready for a beating you won’t forget.
Toombs: Have I told you how much I fucking love you lately, Gianna?
Jinx: Every day.
Toombs: Here’s one more. I love you. And I can’t wait for you to get your hands on me. FUCK.
Jinx: I’ll make you want to wear a kilt every day.
Toombs: I’m going to. Starting now. With Christmas light accessories.
Jinx: LOL! I love you more than Chinese food.
Toombs: I love you more than drum sticks, chains, and whips.
Jinx: Now I’ve got a boner.
Toombs: Happy Valentine’s Day, Gianna.
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
5++++ “chameleon” “Toombs Badcock” “Forever jinxed.” Kisses
Okay…so…Kendall Grey just blew my mind…
Absolutely amazing…bravo!
So now that I’ve had time to try and figure out my emotions…
Here we go…
Well if Strings rocked my face off…then Beats just melted me into a puddle of emotions. Holy SHIT I was not expecting what just devoured me – that’s right, I was chewed up, savored and spat out by this book. I went into Beats with the same expectations as Strings…lots of laughs, some hot sex, kick ass characters, a mild amount of angst – an all around blast in a glass. Nope. Wrong party bus. This emotional roller coaster had me gripping my kindle, tears streaming down my face, denying myself sleep because I could not physically stop reading. GAHHH!!!! Kendall – wtf have you done to me???
Jinx Hardwick….or is it Gianna Donato? Whatever you wanna call her, I loved the shit out of her. She calls herself a chameleon…and I can see that. She spends so much of her time worrying about other people that she doesn’t really take time to stop and think about what she wants for herself. Wrapped up in this little tiny body is this brave, bold girl just waiting to explode…cause trust me, after living for the past 24 hours in her head, I am testament to how amazing she is. She amazed me with how thoughtful and kind she was, she’s truly beautiful from the inside out. God Bless America, this girl gripped my heart and did not let it go from page one till the end.
‘In addition to being a hardcore drummer, I am also a caring daughter, a protective sister, a quiet friend, and hopefully, someone’s future lover. Yet none of these roles defines the whole of me. So, like the chameleon, I adjust to fit the situation and morph into whatever my surroundings need me to be.’
Toombs Badcock…or Jefferson Toombs…or Jeff…*sigh*….wtf have you done to me. When Jinx wasn’t carving up my soul, then he was. He. Broke. Me. Down. He made me mad, sad, confused, angry, enraged, heartbroken, then picked me up and pieced me back together and made me fall head over heals for him. And 90% of it was the way he was with Jinx. This man knows no bounds when it comes to that girl and I looooooved it. Without even trying she disintegrated the walls he had put up that he thought were impenetrable and irrevocably changed him in ways he never thought possible. He’s not an easy guy to understand, but he’s definitely worth the time and effort.
‘Toombs sees me. This man I’ve admired in agonizing silence for so long sees me.
And I see him too. Up close, in vivid colors. He’s a moving symphony of darkness, wicked temptation, and macabre tattoos.
He’s beautiful.’
I’m not sure who I loved more, Jinx or Toombs. But combined these two just made my soul happy. These two broken, miserable people that when you put them together…are just perfect for each other. And watching them go through the pain of being apart and then the joy of them coming together…the push, the pull…the up’s, the down’s…you feel like a yo-yo but for those moments of bliss…it’s so worth it. Now their love is far from simple…Toombs is very different…but I love that Jinx gets that. She would rather be what he needs her to be and be with him, then to be without him.
‘An asteroid crashes the put of my stomach and jostles loose an explosion of unfulfilled desires. What I wouldn’t give to spend on day with him, just talking. I want to understand what makes him tick. Why he’s made the choices he has. Not to pass judgment or drive decision about where to go – if anywhere – with him, but because I yearn to know him as a person. He means more than a dick that can pleasure me or a guitarist/drummer who helps pay the band’s bills.
I’m drawn to his darkness. I think it’s a cover for his light. Maybe he feels as misunderstood as I do. Maybe he’s never had someone care about him. Maybe he needs somebody to tell him he matters.’
So there is a big difference in Strings and Beats. Huge. Monumental. What’s the difference? Well, if you haven’t already guessed…it’s the level of angst. I never cried in Strings…I laughed, a lot. Beats was the angsty love affair I didn’t know I was craving, wanting or desiring. Of course Letty still makes her appearances and we have that classic humor that I loved so much in Strings but oh-my-angsty-goodness Jinx was just a whole other battlefield. Letty is good, great and fabulous, but Jinx is turmoil, heartache and pain. And Toombs…my heart wasn’t big enough to handle his pain. Thus…the tears.
‘It’s official. I’m in love with his lips. I think I could go the rest of my life never touching another part of him if I could just keep his mouth. His tenderness overwhelms me.’
And let me just get Rax out of the way….now this mother effer just can’t stop causing problems, can he? I had a love/hate thing for him. Okay…there was no love, but damn it I wanted to love him, so that has to count for something, right? Ehh…maybe not. Jinx, Toombs and Rax are so much deeper and complex then Letty and Shades. Letty and Shades were great and fun and fabulous, but (no offense) they were a walk in the park compared to these three. The relationship between Rax and Toombs is…complicated at best. Really, I do understand it…it breaks my heart on so many levels, but…it is what it is.
‘I stroke his rough cheek and resist the urge to blab the three words pogoing through the chambers of my heart like kids in a bouncy castle. “I’m yours. Anything you want from me.”
A pleased smile spreads across his features. “I was hoping you’d say that.”’
Beats made me question things…it’s not black and white or grey, it’s fucking a rainbow of good and bad, right and wrong, pain and pleasure, love and hate…and your feelings and emotions get tied up in all of it until you don’t know which way is up. And then you find it. And it’s not perfect or pretty in a conventional sense but to me that’s what made it so fucking right. Jinx and Toombs…I can’t put into words what these two mean to me. They bring tears to my eyes…my heart swells for them, for their pain, their love, their journey. I sound like a babbling idiot but they fuckin knocked me on my ass.
‘But the truth is, I’m not the woman I want to be. I’m Gianna Donato whether I like her or not. Flaws and insecurities. Strengths and talents. I’m not infallible or perfect any more than he is. I’m just…me.
And his smile tells me just me is okay with him.’
Alright, so the ending…I liked the ending, I got my HEA…but it feel like an ending with a ‘dot dot dot’ at the end. There was no question in my mind with Shades and Letty at the end of Strings – they’re good to go. Jinx and Toombs are good…but they could be better! And of course there is always Rax and his holy hell of shit storm issues that need to be delt with/addressed/handled. And…some of those apply to Toombs as well. Hopefully all this will be tied up in a nice neat bow in Nocturnes. Needless to say this series has me by the ‘womancock’ (to quote Letty of course. Long Live The Rock!
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.
Thanks for the giveaway! I can’t wait to read more.
*~*Love Note: Toombs to Jinx – Hard Rock Harlots Series by Kendall Gray*~* sounds like a good read.
Thanks for the giveaway!
Love their story.
I love Hard Rock Harlots!!!! Thanks for the giveaway!!!
Thanks for keeping me ipto date on my reading.
This looks like a great read! I will have to check it out.
I totally love your warning on this post. Sounds like a pretty freaky book. Yeah I would probably read it. 🙂
Thanks for an amazing review.