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…

 

Title:   Love Notes: A Hard Rock Harlots B-Side (Hard Rock Harlots Series Book #3.5)

Author:    Kendall Grey

Genre:   Contemporary Romance

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.

Beats by Kendall Grey

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!

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Kendall lives off a dirt road near Atlanta, Georgia, but don’t hold that against her. Check out more on her website.

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.

You MUST experience the full brilliance that is the Hard Rock Harlots Series.  We both love the FUCK out of this series.

Title:  Beats (Hard Rock Harlots Book #2)

By:  Kendall Grey

Genre:  Contemporary Romance

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.

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…

OMG I think I want to make it my life’s mission to have Shades call me pussycat…

Keep reading to see the full Love Note!

To the pussycat who gets my motor purring:

I love that you’re crazy as fuck in and out of bed.

I love that you have no boundaries, few morals, and zero inhibitions.

I love the little wrinkle that pops up between your eyebrows when you come so hard, we need a mop and super-absorbent towels to clean up when we’re done.

I love the way your fingers curl around the mic as you scream into it, making the crowd–and me–your bitch. It’s the exact same way you grab my dick when you’re horny.

I love your plaid miniskirts. And the fact that you rarely wear underwear.

I love your “Fuck the world” attitude, your brass balls, and the gooey center hiding underneath it all.

I love your nasty morning breath. Even after last night’s burrito with extra onions.

I love how you put your heart and soul into every fucking thing you do, whether it’s singing for a crowd, singing in the shower, or singing in your sleep. Because you do that shit sometimes.

I love how you don’t care about a thing, but you care about everything.

The truth is, I love YOU, Letty Dillinger. Bass strapped across your shoulder, or mic in hand. With or without a strap-on. Flaws and all. I love you.

Happy Valentine’s Day, pussycat.

Strings by Kendall Grey

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

5+++ “The Rock” “Pussycat” Kisses!

Holy hells bells – that’s how you rock my mother fuckin face off. I have heard so many things about this book but when Brooke, my bff/book soulmate/co-blogger, couldn’t stop raving about it, I knew without a shadow of a doubt that if she loved it, I would as well. I had heard the good, the bad and the ugly about this book, but I don’t care what other people say, I’m an adult and I’ll make up my own mind thank you! 🙂 And let me just tell you….if you want a deep, insightful, dramatic read…keep going – this isn’t going to work out for you. If you like to let go, not take yourself too seriously, enjoy over the top characters and even more over the top hot sex…this is probably a great place for you to start. Oh and you must love cursing. In books and in reviews…because there is a lot of cursing…in both the book and in my review. 🙂

Letty Dillinger…25 year old red-headed spit-fire that ‘was born to rock your face off’ . And FYI…she can, she does and she WILL! Holy shit – what didn’t I love about Letty? I loved her unpredictability…I never knew what the fuck kind of brilliance is going to come out of her…and she never failed to disappoint. She was crass and crude and brash and I could not have loved it any more. She is not everyone’s cup of tea, but she so definitely mine.

‘Twenty-five years ago today, I exited my mama’s womb center stage and stormed Planet Earth, guns blazing, taking no prisoners. Crashes of lightning and thunder announced my birth. A cyclone killed nearly 600 people in Bangladesh and left half a million homeless. I’m not saying I had anything to do with that shit, but when a force like mine is born, the Universe takes notice. Cause and effect. Ying and yang. Pomp and circumstance.’

Shades needs to fuck me stupid with his 10 inch penis from heaven. Was that too much? Sorry…just thought we’d get the obvious information out there in the open as quickly as possible. Todd Armstrong can pluck my strings any day of the week. He’s got gorgeous green eyes, a body made for sin and just oozes sex appeal with nothing but a smile. He’s a special brand of hotness that cannot be labeled or identified. I’ve really never read any bbf quite like Shades. He’s unique. Just when I thought I had him figured out, he would go and do something to surprise me (Letty wasn’t the only one who could do that!). He complimented Letty brilliantly and beautifully.

‘In daylight or darkness, Todd Armstrong is the hottest piece of ass I’ve ever pleasured.’

So of course there is a story…a pretty interesting one if you ask me. Letty has a band (Cherry Buzz Float – kick ass name IMO!) and Shades has a band (Killer Dixon)….I don’t go into story line detail, but let’s just say it has a lot to do with the bands…and band mates. It’s hard not to let what you’ve heard cloud your judgment just a little bit, I knew I would like the book, but how much I liked the plot line and story surprised me…pleasantly so. It was a well-developed story, logical, every character played a crucial part – I did get tied up and emotional in some places – yes! This book was more than sex, drugs, rock-and-roll and cursing. GASP! The cats out of the bag!

‘Kate, Jinx, and I are components of one whole. Together, we’re sweat and sound and need. We’re made of the same primal instinct that drives people to feed, fuck, and fight.
Tonight, we are The Rock.’

Part of the fun in this story is that it is over the top. Not every book I read has to be this long, thought out, emotionally gut wrenching story about two people who love each other and how they are going to be together. Do I like those stories – yes! But I can enjoy a story about a guy getting fucked in the ass with a dildo just as much. Sorry, that’s just the way I am. I like the crazy antics and not knowing what was going to come next. I liked the crazy shit that came out of everyone’s mouth. The unpredictability was awesome and very much appreciated it. Every time I thought there’s no way she can say anything that is going to shock me…I was consistently proven wrong…and the fact that I couldn’t stop laughing through most of it was a sure sign of a great thing.

‘Much as I don’t want to admit it, he’s my sexual soul mate. No inhibitions. No fear. No boundaries.’ 

Let me just give you a taste of the amazingness that had me doubled over I was laughing so hard….here are just a few tid-bits….
‘Fuck him like a Roman nympho whore with a flaming crotch, let him put it out with a cum spritzer, then run like hell.’
‘I spend the rest of the drive trying to convince my famish beaver that dinner is coming soon. Patience, Gertrude.’
‘Jesus jamming with a giraffe…’
‘Mother fuck. Skunk fuck. God-doodle-damn it, fuck.’
I can’t quote them all…and those aren’t even necessarily my favorites. But I tell you the liners in this shit is hilarious, I really have to wonder what kind of crack Kendall was smoking to break out this amazingness. Once again, is it over the top? Yes. Does it sometimes not make any sense? Yes. Does it matter? Hell fucking no. Not to me. It worked for the way the story was written and the characters it was written for and I LOVED it.

‘I want to make music and happy endings with Shades. Just like this. Jamming with him and the guys on the busy was amazing and fresh and new. I want to live that feeling every day of my life. That oneness with the dude I care about.
Yeah, I do care about him. A lot more than I should.’

Ummm it must be stated that I not only love Letty and Shades but I love the Jinx and Toombs side story. SO much. I know that the sequel, Beats is Jinx’s story and I can’t wait to see where it leads. The set up is completely there, you’re given just enough to keep you guessing and wanting more…of course teasing me enough to make me CRAVE it! And I also think Rax and Jillian would and hopefully will have amazing stories as well. Rax is…well there are no words for him and Jillian has me very intrigued.

‘We stare at each other for a long moment. No physical touching, but damn, he’s singing me a lullaby and cradling my fucking soul with that look. Bare, naked, raw. Him.’

Strings was hot, it was funny, and yes…it was a little emotional and angsty…it broke the cycle for me and left me completely and happily satisfied. I am so incredibly excited for the rest of this series. This is a very unique and creative concept that I am unabashedly hooked on. Bring on Beats, Jinx, Toombs and all the insanity Kendall wishes to bring. Rock On!

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Kendall lives off a dirt road near Atlanta, Georgia, but don’t hold that against her.  Check out more on her website.