Title: Vodka on the Rocks
Series: Uncertain Saint's MC #3
Author: Lani Lynn Vale
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: July 6, 2016
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?
This was the first book that I had read fro the Uncertain Saints MC Series. It can easily be read as a standalone, but now i'm dying to go back and read the previous books in the series. This MC series, is quite different to many other MC books that I have read and it was a refreshing change, although the men are sexy alpha badass males you come to expect from an MC crew.
Lani Lynn Vale doesn't disappoint. I've only recently discovered Lani's books, and in that time I've come to realize that when I pick up one of her book I will be immediately drawn into the story and wont be able to put it down until I've read the whole book.
I loved Casten Red and Tasha Gonzales' story. This book is so well written, it's a wonderful romantic suspense with a touch of humor that left me laughing out loud. Casten and Tasha are both intriguing characters. Casten is an alpha badboy, and Tasha is sassy and strong, and gives as good as she gets.
I really liked the secondary characters in this book. In particular I loved both Tasha and Casten's extended families. They really added to the story line. I loved that characters from other series' that Lani has written were also mentioned in this book.
This wonderfully written story will entertain, and engage you! you will not regret one clicking Vodka on the Rocks! I cannot wait to read more from this talented author who is fast becoming one of the authors I will immediately one click upon a new release.
“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
“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.
“Like a good neighbor, State Farm is there!” I cried.
“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.”