A Goddess & Her Books: BLOG TOUR - Kick by Carmen Jenner

TITLE: Kick

AUTHOR: Carmen Jenner

SERIES: Savage Saints MC

GENRE: Dark

DATE OF RELEASE: 26 January 2015

TOUR ORGANISERS: The Rock Stars of Romance

When I was ten, my father indoctrinated me into the family.

A brotherhood who would fight, protect, and give their lives for one another. A club whose ties ran thicker than blood, murkier than the dirt and grime that tainted my soul. Stronger than the bonds that connected me to my own family.

A band of brothers, where loyalty was kept and paid in a currency of blood.

When I was twenty-seven, I betrayed that brotherhood.

I’ve spent every day since running, avoiding paying back that debt.

My name is Daniel Johnson. I have betrayed everyone I ever loved.

And I’ll betray her too.

This is my story—if you’re screwed up enough to want to read it.

Warning: KICK contains graphic violence, profanity, drug use, and explicit sexual situations of a taboo nature. Intended for an 18+ audience only. Not intended for pussies.

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Holy hell, this book takes you on one heck of a ride. This is unlike any MC book I have read in the past. It is darker than dark, Daniel/Kick and Kayla/Indie are seriously screwed up, Kick as a result of his upbringing and Indie as a result of her terrifying ordeal.

From the outset, the story is powerful, dark and gut wrenching. That does not ease up until the final page. The warning the Carmen Jenner put at the beginning of the book was NOT for fun. She is serious with what she says. I have read warnings in the past and thought 'it won't be that bad'. This one IS that bad, there is kidnapping, rape and torture, to name a few.

Throughout the book we are taken back a few years, to show what happened to Kick, to make him like he is today. These little glimpses of the past, really put together the pieces to show just how Kick became the broken man he is today, and it is not pretty. He is, by his own admission, a monster. He not only lives and breathes violence, he desires it. After being left broken by the death of his girlfriend, he has refused to 'feel'. He is cold, detached, depraved and he makes no apologies for any of it.

When Kick first comes across Indie, he recognises something in her but for the life of him, he doesn't know what it is. It eventually dawns on him, that it is her desire to fight and survive. It is that small part of her that starts to penetrate the darkness that has become his way of life. Indie is broken as a result of the ordeal she was subjected to. She shows fight and spirit, and with the help of Kick, she is able to use her fear to feed into regaining her strength and determination, which helps her maintain her fight and spirit.

This book is an emotional roller-coaster from start to finish, but it is worth it.

My Rating

I pick up a cup of cold, stale, black coffee and chug it down. It tastes like shit, so I screw the cap off of a bottle of Jack and chase the black filth with the burn of amber. I set it back on the table while the familiar click of my gun being cocked echoes through my small room. I laugh. Fucking ballsy bitches make me hot.

“Hands in the air, and turn around. Slowly,” the woman says through a scratchy throat. I do as she asks, mostly because I want to keep my spine intact, but also partly because bitches with guns are fucking hot, and I’m hard as a rock just thinking about the way she’s gonna look with a pistol trained on me.

She’s been busy while I was out, rummaging through my drawers and finding a pair of loose tracksuit pants. They’re rolled at the waist, so much that it makes her look pregnant. That, combined with her crazy fuckin’ cat lady hair and the filth covering her body, makes her look like a homeless person.

I smile and clasp my hands behind my head. Her eyes rove over me, taking in my size. She’s checking me for the arsenal I so obviously have stashed away in my fucking worn, faded jeans. She’s not checking me out and dreaming about me taking her rough and hard on my fucking scratched-up dining table, but I still get a fucking boner out of having her eyes roam all over me.

“Pick up the keys, and open the door,” she commands.

“If you run, they’ll shoot you.”

“Pick up the fucking keys.”

I snatch up the keys and lob them at her, hard enough that she has to twist out of the way. She cries out as she does, proving to me that her ribs are definitely injured, maybe even cracked. I lunge at her. Shoving her back against the bed, I land on top of her, warding off her blows with one hand and squeezing her wrist with the other until she drops the gun on the floor.

“Get off me!” she screams.

“You’re not leaving this clubhouse,” I whisper in her ear as she struggles beneath me. “The best you can hope for is to play nice and I might decide to keep you as a house mouse. But if you piss me off, and if you pull on me with my own gun again, your life will be so much worse. You thought the dentist was fucked up? Baby, you haven’t seen anything until you’ve lived inside my fantasies for a day. So if I were you, I’d be really fuckin’ careful about how you play your next move.”

Carmen Jenner is a thirty-something, USA TODAY Best Selling Author, doctor, pilot and CIA agent. She's also a compulsive, flagrant prevaricator who gets to make things up for a living.

While Sugartown may not technically exist, Carmen grew up in a small Australian town just like it, and just like her characters, she always longed for something more. They didn't have an Elijah Cade, though.

If they did, you can be sure she would have never left.