RELEASE BLITZ: REVIEW AND EXCERPT: Vodka on the Rocks by Lani Lynn Vale

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Title: Vodka on the Rocks

Series: Uncertain Saint’s MC #3

Author: Lani Lynn Vale

Genre: MC Romance

Release Date: July 6, 2016

Cover Model: Dylan Horsch https://www.facebook.com/316.DylanHorsch/

Photographer: Furious Fotog  https://www.facebook.com/FuriousFotog/

Goodreads:  https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/29845316-vodka-on-the-rocks

There are rules to life that one just obeys in order in her attempt stay on the right path. For example:

1. You don’t wear dirty panties out of the house. You just never know who’s going to see them.
2. A lady must always have chocolate at the ready—just in case the world as she knows it comes to an end.
3. You don’t egg on a drunk woman who’s pissed off at life.

Why, you ask? Because they start bar fights, that’s why.

Casten Red, the unofficial enforcer of The Uncertain Saints MC, wasn’t necessarily trying to urge her into doing anything illegal, and he definitely wasn’t trying to get her into a fight with a group of men who were all twice her size.

No, he only intended to give her the confidence to stand up for herself, just a little nudge in the right direction. How the hell was he supposed to know she’d go all Chuck Norris on them and put three of them in the hospital with concussions?

He should’ve followed his gut instinct and turned around that first moment he saw her in the bar, but Casten has never liked following the rules. Why the hell would he start now?

 

“5 who doesn’t love a beard stars! By far my absolute favorite book by Lani!” ~Alpha Book Club

Lani’s stories are a breath of fresh air.” ~Ramblings From Beneath the Sheets 

review

Lani Lynn Vale’s Uncertain Saint’s MC series is unique in the fact that its members are all on the right side of the law…now don’t get me wrong, these bikers aren’t afraid to bend the rules and do what’s necessary in order to get the job done, but they work around the law, not completely against it.

Casten Red might be the “resident bad boy” for the Uncertain Saints, but it’s only because he makes it incredibly difficult to read his expressions and he remains unaffected, at least visibly, so that people stay away from him and allow him to do his job and live his life the way he likes it – unattached and unapproachable. But Casten’s never met anyone like Tasha Gonzales, and when she gets under his skin and through his walls, regardless of how hard he tries to keep her out and not let on about how much she affects him, Casten finds himself giving a shit and wanting to give Tasha every part of him.

For many years, Tasha’s simply been existing due to a past that has left her scarred and fragile. But the back and forth banter that consumes her relationship with Casten makes her feel more alive than she’s felt in a long time and because Casten brings out her feistiness, it’s definitely a battle of wills until their feelings for one another finally explode, and they both realize what they have might be worth the fight.

Like all of Vale’s books, suspense and drama complicate the new relationship and force the characters to face their pasts as well as acquire the back up of the MC club as well as other key players from Vale’s other series in order to keep people safe and bring down anything or anyone that gets in the way of the hero and heroine’s happy ending.

I really enjoyed Casten and Tasha’s story, and even though it was hard to get a read on Casten, I love that Tasha didn’t take any crap from him and gave as good as she got. The bond that Casten has with his sisters as well as Tasha’s relationship with her sister and parents make the story line that much better because it shows the amount of people who have their backs and what they’re willing to do to protect their own.

I can’t wait for the next book in this series!

A complimentary copy was provided in exchange for an honest review.

4 Poison Apples 

 

“You’re dilly dallying,” Casten growled.

I turned around, bag in one hand, and papers in the other, and glared.

“What makes you think that I don’t have a fuckin’ reason for doing what I do?” I growled.

He held up his hands.

“Down tiger,” he said soothingly, although his eyes flashed, telling a different story.

I shoved the rest of my things in my bag, bending them to hell and back, but I couldn’t seem to find the urge to care at that moment in time.

I walked past him, knocking his shoulder, and headed to the back hallway to turn off the last of the lights.

I hit the first two in the in the locker room before heading to the last one in the entire gym area at the bathroom entrance.

But before I could hit the lights, my hand was stilled by Casten’s.

“What’s your problem?” he asked.

I tried to rip my hand free from his grip, but he held on without even the least bit of effort.

“I’m pissed,” I growled.

“Why?” he countered.

I looked across the room at the mirror, and glared at his reflection.

“I don’t want to tell you why I’m pissed.  Suffice it to say, you’re the reason, and that’s that,” I growled.

He tightened his hands on my wrists.

“That’s not it.  Tell me fuckin’ why, or I’ll make you tell me,” he hissed.

My fists clenched.

“Because you fucking pouted last night instead of talking to me.  Then made Core spend the night and take me to work, when I didn’t want him to be there. I wanted you to be there.  But you were being a titty baby,” I yelled.

He moved me until my ass met the counter, crowding so close that I was sure he was either going to beat me or fuck me.

Hopefully the latter over the former, if I had a choice.

“Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice!” I exclaimed.

I waited.

Nothing.

“Like a good neighbor, State Farm is there!” I cried.

I waited.

Again, nothing.

“Shit,” I said, opening my eyes.

“Done?” Casten asked from where he’d trapped me against the bathroom counter.

“My clothes are getting wet.  In fact, I think my pants are soaked all the way through,” I grumbled, leaning forward until my upper body was laying across the counter.

Casten sat up until all that was touching me were his hips, where his massive erection dug into my ass.

“You’re cute,” he said, reaching up and pulling my hair out of my ponytail.

I glared.  “I’m not cute.”

He grabbed my face and turned it to face the mirror.

His hands were squeezing my face so I looked like I had ten chin rolls and lips three sizes too big.

“See,” he said. “Cute.”


 
I’m a married mother of three. My kids are all under 5, so I can assure you that they are a handful. I’ve been with my paramedic husband now for ten years, and we’ve produced three offspring that are nothing like us. I live in the greatest state in the world, Texas. 

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