Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Beats by Kendall Grey


Book 2: Hard Rock Harlots Series




In Strings you meet the loud mouth, obscure, humor filled, outgoing, take life by the balls and choke you with them, Letty. Her personality is just as ridiculous as her vocabulary and her love of anal sex has you impressed. I didn't realize so many inches shoved up one's ass would be so enjoyable. Personally, the horse cock owned by Shades will never penetrate my backdoor, but YOU GO GIRL!

"I’m so wet, I could fuck a cantaloupe and three bananas without batting an eyelash."

Kendall Grey embodied the personalities in this book so well. Letty is more than her "meat curtains", "goose juice", and extreme overproduction of vaginal fluids. Seriously, this bitch controls a water fall between her legs. I'm surprised she doesn't look like she's wet herself. She fucking floods. :) Back to my point, you learn how deep Letty really is behind her very prominent personality. She has so much love for what she does, she knows she's good, that her band is phenomenal and she offers so much more than orifices in which huge cocks are placed simultaneously. Her heart is huge and Shades owns every piece of it. Him and his 'beautiful cock that clubs her meat curtains so well'.

Now for Jinx and Toombs. JINX AND FUCKING TOOMBS! 


What amazes me is how different the writing styles are between the two books. I swear to fucking God, Kendall Grey is Letty and Jinx! She embodies the characters so well it's like night and day. These books are like night and day. Gone is Letty and her 'little bald girl in her boat', and in walks Jinx, this super shy, family girl who feels like she doesn't belong.

Jinx and Toombs rest on the opposite end of the meter. They are more withdrawn into themselves, sheltering and repressing their urges from the outside world. Jinx is shy, unsure of who she is, and warring a battle of self doubt. Toombs has dark desires that he has come to terms with but is scared of how Jinx will react to his dark craving. I fell in love with Toombs. Absolute, irrevocable, fictional love. He is deep, scarred, beautiful, genuine, and so passionate. Together they will make your heart hurt, your head spin, your loins burn, and your insides weep with girly feelings you never want to let go of.

"Put your cock in me, balls deep, Toombs. Rake me open with those pearls."

One thing you need to know about Jinx. When it comes to Toombs, all bets are off. She seriously hearts him. One thing you should know about Toombs. He has a thing for pain and his cock is like a sparkly Christmas tree ornament.


 "But you didn't satisfy me, Jinx. You fucking haunted me." 

Throughout the book, I found myself so in love with Toombs. I have a serious thing for bad boys. Serious. But, how fucking sweet he is to Jinx, with Jinx, how sweet they are together? It's the most swoon-worthy relationship I think I've found. So much pain, so much hardship, but he tries to make her better, constantly enabling her and her abilities. He also has a way with words, causing your panties to become drenched. I'm not sure what I was expecting with Toombs at first, but he is so poetic, so beautiful. He's just beautiful. So caring, sweet, sincere, loving, affectionate...so deep. He's just not the guy you preconceive him as. He's so much more.

"I want you to hit me, Jinx. Beat the shit out of me. Use my body as your kit. Find your rhythm under my skin and build a song. Out of me."

God, I love Toombs. LOVE HIM! I'm pretty sure it's not healthy to love a fictional character this much. If I had to chose any more quotes, I would paste the entire story. Never before have I felt so passionate about two people being together. But, these two? They are made for each other. They complete each other in the absolute best way possible. I don't think I have anything more to say without reciting the entire book back to you. I FUCKING love Jinx and Toombs. Love them like a fat kid loves cake multiplied by 1000.  




Book 1: Hard Rock Harlots Series
(I'm almost certain this guitar has met her meat curtains.)




 Book 3: Hard Rock Harlots Series
Coming Soon











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Falling Stars by Sadie Grubor





Set for re-release on October 16th!
(If you have already purchased Falling Stars 1.0, Amazon should update your copy. Make sure you read Falling Stars 2.0! It fucking rocks!)


As I finish the final, well, not so final, but the second to the last proofread on Falling Stars, Sadie Grubor has been releasing teasers. And, oh my, what a freaking tease she is! I'm going to steal all of her teasers and post them here along with the hot (fucking hot!) pictures she's added to intensify your reading experience.

Warning: Swooning may occur. These images may also cause your panties to catch fire.

 Teaser #1



The elevator was quiet and only stopped at one other floor, though no one was waiting. I stepped off the elevator, turned in the direction of my room, and halted in my tracks. Damn it!
I sighed and continued walking, but Christopher pushed away from the wall and walked in front of me. 
"Excuse me," I growled and tried to walk around him. He moved to the side, cutting off my escape.
"Jesus Christ, Christopher. What?" I spat out and stood with my arms across my chest.
He started walking closer toward me. With each step he made forward, I backed up. I felt my back hit a wall and he pressed closer. For a moment, he scared me, but then a weird ease came over me when he was close enough for me to feel the heat of his body. I wanted to slap him and then I wanted to slap myself for reacting this way.
"I think that I want –"
Before he could finish, I tried to slip out from the side. He placed his hands on either side of me, preventing my retreat. I scowled at him and he smirked. The motherfucker smirked. I wanted to slap the stupid smirk off his face. I also wanted to swipe my tongue over that cocky smirk. The heat from his slim, yet firm, body pressing against mine was causing sparks to light across my nerve endings. What the fuck is wrong with me? I gave him a hateful look while my eyes scanned over his features, taking him in fully for what felt like the first time. God, he's so fucking pretty. His intense blue eyes were boring into mine, his high cheekbones and sharp jaw so pristine it was as if he were a painting; the perfect depiction of bad boy wrapped up within a man. The slight stubble across his jaw gave him a harder look that was so appealing... I shook away my thoughts. This is ridiculous. My annoyance grew toward him and myself for becoming putty in his hands.
"Move, Christopher!" I yelled.
He shook his head with his smirk still firmly in place.
"As I was saying, I think I want you…"
My mouth dropped open in utter shock while my body responded to the words.
"...your voice," he finished, laughing at my reaction.
"Excuse me?"
His laugh was like a bucket of ice tossed on my mounting libido. I shoved at his chest, his extremely hard chest, forcing him backward. Damn, I bet defined muscles of perfection lay under his thin cotton shirt.
"You heard me," he said before turning to walk toward his room.
I couldn't take it anymore. I had had enough of his arrogance and pissy attitude.
"I can't stand you!" I shouted to his retreating figure. "I don't know what your damn problem is but –"
He snapped his head around, drilling his dark eyes into me. I could see the anger writhing off him. Before I knew it, he stood before me again, invading my personal space. Breathing heavily, his eyes dark as midnight, he moved his hand down my side, caressing the side of my breast down to my hip where he gripped lightly. He moved his face closer to mine before dipping down to my jawline, placing a chaste kiss. I shivered. Apparently, my body and brain were not functioning in unison.
"You don't know one fucking thing about me, baby,” he growled against my neck, his hot breath causing goose bumps to break out across my skin. Abruptly, he pushed away and hightailed it back to his room.
My body went cold and I fucking seethed. Walking past his door, I kicked it hard along the way to my room. I slammed my door behind me.

Cocky much? I'm with Mia: hot and pissed off. He should really finish what he started.

Teaser #2


I told you how I feel. I'm an asshole. I don't say or show how I feel very often, so how about you just fucking enjoy it?

Oh, baby, I'd like to enjoy more than your conversational abilities. My knees are jello.



 Teaser #3

She pulled my face down to hers and ran her tongue across my lower lip before moving down to my neck. She pressed her body firmly against mine, rubbing her tits against me while subtly gyrating her hips. I leaned back against the elevator wall and grabbed her ass roughly. She moaned into the side of my neck. Swatting her ass softly, I pressed my groin into her stomach, earning me another moan of approval. The ding of the elevator broke us apart and we awkwardly made our way to my room.
As soon as I kicked the door shut behind me, she was on me again, tearing at my belt buckle and pulling my shirt roughly over my head. I directed us toward my bed, my anticipation for release growing. I slipped my boots off, pushed my pants down, and stepped out of them. She dropped to her knees immediately, taking me fully into her warm mouth. She tightened her lips around the base of my cock, hollowed her cheeks, and drew back slowly. Releasing me from her mouth, she ran her tongue along the underside of my cock, swirled it around the tip and drove back onto me. The tip of my cock rubbing against the back of her throat as she worked me with her mouth had me at full attention within a couple of minutes.
She pulled back and released me with a popping sound. Standing quickly, she pushed her dress off her shoulders, letting it slide to the floor. Once she removed the remaining satin and lace, she shoved me onto the bed and crawled up my body. I reveled in the feel of her bare tits rubbing against my chest while my cock sat at her entrance.

Holy fellatio, Batman! *sticks head in a bucket of ice* This girl is on fire!


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