Wednesday, 1 July 2015

✪ Blog Tour ✪ Ride Steady (Chaos #3) ✪ Kristen Ashley ✪


       




The ride of her life . . . 
Once upon a time, Carissa Teodoro believed in happy endings. Money, marriage, motherhood: everything came easy---until she woke up to the ugly truth about her Prince Charming. Now a struggling, single mom and stranded by a flat tire, Carissa's pondering her mistakes when a vaguely familiar knight rides to her rescue on a ton of horsepower.

Climb on and hold tight . . . 
In high school, Carson Steele was a bad boy loner who put Carissa on a pedestal where she stayed far beyond his reach. Today, he's the hard-bodied biker known only as Joker, and from the way Carissa's acting, it's clear she's falling fast. While catching her is irresistible, knowing what to do with her is a different story. A good girl like Carissa is the least likely fit with the Chaos Motorcycle Club. Too bad holding back is so damned hard. Now, as Joker's secrets are revealed and an outside threat endangers the club, Joker must decide whether to ride steady with Carissa---or ride away forever . . .


ARC received from Forever (Grand Central) via Netgalley for an honest review

A new Kristen Ashley book?
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First things first - I call dibs on Joker!

I have binge read the whole Chaos series over the past couple of weeks, and seriously cannot get enough

We quickly met
Carson "Joker" Steele by name only in the first couple of books, but now we have his story.

And what a story it is. I have to say, I think this is my favourite book in the Chaos series by a country mile so far. There was just something about Joker, the way he is with his brothers and his woman.

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There is something about the way Kristen Ashley writes her bad ass bikers with hearts - there is always something more just beneath the surface, when you scratch away you will just adore them even more.

I loved our leading lady Carissa and her bub. Like all of Ms Ashley's ladies, she is not one of those whimpering, whining girls, all woe is me, why me. She is strong, takes a stand, isn't one to ask for help.

 
There is a little drama and suspense in Ride Steady, and I loved the way things played out. You just know those Chaos boys are going to set things right!
I am in a terrible book slump now that I have read Ride Steady - as I always am after any KA read. Now I will be impatiently waiting for Logan's book next.



EXCERPT

Yo! I heard Snapper call and I looked to him to see he was looking beyond me. I turned around and saw Tabby was heading toward me and Snapper. Im takin Carissa out on my bike. You wanna look 
after her purse or put it in Shys room or somethin?

At his request, Tabbys gaze immediately cut to the pool tables. When she took them in, for some reason, her face got hard before she softened it and looked back toward us.

Not a problem, she said, stopping at us. Go. Ride.

Never been on a bike, I told her and her face split in a big smile.

Then go. Ride. She leaned in to me. Beware, wind in your hair, moon on your skin, youll fall in love.

I wasnt sure that was a good thing. Id fallen in love with something I couldnt have, and if I fell in love with the wind in my hair and the moon on my skin, without someone to give that to me, I couldnt have that either.

But to heck with it.

Maybe this would be the only bike ride Id  Id have in my life.

And maybe the kiss Joker gave me was the only fabulous kiss Id ever get.

And maybe my dream of having a family or the other dream of getting behind the steel guarding Jokers eyes was lost to me.

But I was still breathing.

So Id take what I could get.

Tabby put her hand on my purse, which was lying on the bar. Got this. Have fun.

Thanks, I whispered.

She winked at me.

I looked to Snapper. Lets go.

Meet you at the end of the bar, babe.

Right! I chirped, jumped off my stool, threw Tabby a smile, nabbed my jacket that I was sitting on and bounced to the end of the bar.

When I got there, Snapper had pulled on his leather jacket. He grabbed my hand and guided me out the door and to his bike. Then he got on his bike before instructing me on how to do the same.

The bike roared, he backed out on an angle, and we glided over the tarmac of Ride.

He pulled out onto Broadway and I got it.

The wind in my hair.

The moon on my skin.

The leather of his jacket in my nostrils.

The solidness of him under my hands at his waist.

We got close to the onramp of I25 and he shouted, Hold on!

Sorry? I shouted back.

Hold on! he yelled, taking one hand off the grip and using it to pull my hand from his waist and around to his stomach.

He put his hand back on the grip and we turned up the ramp, going faster, faster, faster, the wind whipping my hair and biting into my skin. I curved my other arm around him, put my chin to his shoulder, drew in air and leather, and I got it.

Instantly.

That it being why this was the life for a biker.

No encumbrances. You wanted to smoke pot, you smoked it. You wanted to wear a tube top, you wore it. You wanted to drink shots, you drank them. You wanted to make out hot and heavy on a couch in a room filled with people, you did it.

You wanted to live, you lived.

You wanted to be free, you got on your bike and rode in the moonlight.

You did not drink martinis you didnt like. You did not take a job your motherinlaw thought you should have. You did not take guff from your ex, not ever.

You did what you wanted.

You were free.

In all that was happening to me, all that I was feeling, all the disappointment of that night and the bizarre devastation I felt that the first time this happened, me on the back of a bike, I would have preferred 
it be with Joker . . . right then, for that moment, I let it all go.

I let it go, held on to Snapper and I let myself feel it.

Feel something rare and beautiful and overwhelming.

Feel something I knew for certain I hadnt felt in my whole life.

Free.



Kristen Ashley grew up in Brownsburg, Indiana, and has lived in Denver, Colorado, and the West Country of England. Thus she has been blessed to have friends and family around the globe. Her posse is loopy (to say the least) but loopy is good when you want to write. Kristen was raised in a house with a large and multigenerational family. They lived on a very small farm in a small town in the heartland, and Kristen grew up listening to the strains of Glenn Miller, The Everly Brothers, REO Speedwagon, and Whitesnake. Needless to say, growing up in a house full of music and love was a good way to grow up.  And as she keeps growing up, it keeps getting better.




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