Friday, 10 March 2017

Grip by Kennedy Ryan Blog Tour #excerpt #bookreview #teasers

Flow, the prequel to GRIP, by Kennedy Ryan is now live and TOTALLY FREE! And GRIP, the riveting full-length conclusion, is LIVE!

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"The story reads like a movie . . powerful and intoxicating ... and sinfully sexy. GRIP has everything—dynamic characters, soulful plot, and a lesson at the end that will change the way you look at life. One of my favorite reads this year. Maybe ever. 5 massive, gripping stars from me!" -- Adriana Lock, USA Today Bestselling Author
Grip leans into me, pushing back my hair and rolling his still-icy beer bottle over my neck. I swallow, but don’t dare look at him, hoping he’ll drop it, but he doesn’t.
    “When you grow up on the streets, you don’t just develop a sixth sense.” He captures a lock of my hair and tests it between his fingers. “You have six, seven, eight, nine of ’em, because those instincts could be the difference between death or life. My mom and Jade have so many senses they almost know what you’re thinking before you think it. And even though I’ve never told her, Jade only had to be in the room with us for a hot minute to know I want you.”
    I clench my eyes closed and pull in a stuttering breath, trapping my bottom lip between my teeth.
    “Don’t do this, Grip.”
    “Jade’s right,” he continues as if I hadn’t spoken, hadn’t asked him to stop. “My mom would flip if I brought a white girl home. If I brought you home. Maybe it is bigoted and ancient, but that’s just her. You know better than most that we don’t get to choose our family, but we still gotta love them.”
    I don’t respond to that. He knows how contentious things have been between my brother and my parents. Beyond the headlines everyone else has seen, he knows how hard I’ve worked to reconcile them. I moved to LA to help Rhyson with his career, yes, but also to bridge the country-wide chasm between the two factions of my family.
    “Like you, I’d do anything for my family.” He comes in an inch closer, caressing under my chin and tilting it up with his index finger. “But if you’d ever give me a shot, I wouldn’t give a fuck what anyone thought. I’d take you home to my mama.”
    I’m a little too high and a lot too horny for this conversation, for the stone-hard thigh pressing against me, for the heat coming off his body and smothering my resistance. I try to sit up, hoping it will clear my head so I can make my escape, but his hand presses gently into my chest, just above the swell of my breasts, compelling me back into the cushion. His lips hover over mine, and I will him to kiss me because I’ll make the first move if he doesn’t. After years of not moving, I have no idea how I’ll explain that once the smoke clears.
    Sometimes at night after the chaos dies, I think about our first kiss at the top of a Ferris wheel. Just like then, his lips start soft, brushing mine like wings in sweet sweeps, coaxing me open and delving into me. Sampling me, he groans into my mouth and chases my tongue. The rough palm of his hand cups my face, angling me so he can dive deeper. He doesn’t come up for air, but keeps kissing me so deeply I can’t breathe. He tastes so good, I’ll choose him over air as long as I can. Why is it never like this with anyone else? I want it to be so bad, but it never is.
    He releases my lips to scatter kisses down my neck. My back arches, and my nipples go tight. He knows that’s my spot. After all this time, he still knows. My neck is so incredibly sensitive, a gateway to the rest of my body.
    “You taste exactly the same.” His words come on a labored breath in my ear. “Do you know how long it’s been since I kissed you?”
   Eight years.
    “Eight years.” He shakes his head, eyes riveting mine in light lent by candles and the moon. “And you taste exactly the same.”

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Resisting an irresistible force wears you down and turns you out.
I know.
I’ve been doing it for years.
I may not have a musical gift of my own, but I’ve got a nose for talent and an eye for the extraordinary.
And Marlon James – Grip to his fans – is nothing short of extraordinary.
Years ago, we strung together a few magical nights, but I keep those memories in a locked drawer and I’ve thrown away the key.
All that’s left is friendship and work.
He’s on the verge of unimaginable fame, all his dreams poised to come true.
I manage his career, but I can’t seem to manage my heart.
It’s wild, reckless, disobedient.
And it remembers all the things I want to forget.
Available on WATTPAD:
"Ryan continues her streak of amazingly accessible and authentic romantic fiction. Grip is a bold and unapologetic look at interracial romance and does not shy away from any of the ideals and prejudices that most of us are too polite to acknowledge - head on- amidst one of the sexiest, and most provocative true love romances Ryan has penned to date. Break out the fans folks, Grip is aptly titled and sure to make you need a grip! -- Sheena, Smexy Books
In 8 years, Marlon James will be one of the brightest rising stars in the music industry.
Bristol Gray will be his tough, no-nonsense manager.
But when they first meet, she’s a college student finding her way in the world,
and he’s an artist determined to make his way in it.
From completely different worlds,
all the things that should separate them only draw them closer.
It’s a beautiful beginning, but where will the story end?
FLOW is the prequel chronicling the week of magical days and nights
that will haunt Grip & Bristol for years to come.
GRIP is the full-length conclusion of their story available NOW here:
About the Author:
Kennedy loves to write about herself in third person. She loves Diet Coke…though she’s always trying to quit. She adores her husband…who she’ll never quit. She loves her son, who is the most special boy on the planet. And she’s devoted to supporting and serving families living with Autism.
And she writes love stories!
Twitter: @Kennedyrwrites
Instagram:  @kennedyryan1

Source: eARC for Honest Review Courtesy of Author and L.Woods PR
Genre: Contemporary Interracial Rock Star Romance
Spin Off Standalone

My Grip Review . . . 

So we first met Bristol and Grip aka Marlon in the Soul series where Bristol is Rhyson's twin and Grip is Rhyson's best friend.   Then in Flow we got to see why Bristol has such a cold shoulder towards Grip.   And now in Grip we get to the meat of the story.

It starts off with family drama where are reminded on how much of a bitch Rhyson and Bristol's mom is.   She tries to jam her choices down Bristol's throat causing her to build up a wall to protect herself in fear that she is like her mother.

"You are just like me, maybe worse."  she says.  "You need too much.  And you'll love too much, too, if you're not careful.  I fell in love with the wrong man a long time ago, and people like you and me, we don't know how to stop."

Because Grip and Bristol's life is so intertwined with her managing him plus being Rhyson's best friend, she can't get away from him.  And she also can't let go of her grudge as well.

" . . . There's a lot of things I need to focus on.  What might have been between us if you hadn't lied isn't one of them.  Let's forget all the other stuff."

Then Bristol makes a HUGE mistake and thankfully Rhyson is there to make her see some reason.

"You're braver than that, Bristol.  You're the most fearless person I know.  And you let the threat of something keep you from what you really want?" 

I was frustrated a bit because the story line because it was so similar to Kai and Rhyson's where the heroine has a huge shield around them and pushes the potential of love away because of something someone in their family has previously done.   Not because of something that they have gone through but the fear of what if instead.  If it hadn't already been done in the first series it wouldn't have bugged me as much.

Then the shield dragged on for quite a long time, maybe even too long.

~ By then I understood the curse I carried in my blood.  Loving too deeply, too fiercely, too wholly.  A love like that for the wrong man would ruin you.  ~ 

Thankfully there was good banter and Grip has the patience of a saint.

"Did we have sex?"  Grip cocks one dark brow, his lips not even twitching. 
"Do you feel like you could walk straight?"  I nod and move my legs experimentally to check for partial paralysis.  "Um, yeah."
"Then there's your answer."  He shrugs.  "We couldn't have had sex."

Where the story gets more involved is the interracial element on how we so often don't see the other side because that is not our normal.  Here we got to see the struggles on making their union work not only in a public relationship being Grip is a famous rapper, but also because of their mixed races.

~ I've taken years to build a fortress against this man.  I've learned to resist him.  And he has over and over, time and again, put his heat on the line.  Worn it on his sleeve.  Persisted when I turned him away.~  

Even though Grip had made some poor choices as well,  he really did deserve a medal for his perseverance and patience.

"I'm afraid you'll cheat on me, take advantage of me, and that I won't know how to stop wanting you.  I'm afraid I'll settle for less than I deserve because I'd take whatever you'd give me."

"I want to hear the whole sordid story of why you've put me through all this shit all these years.  I really do."  (And boy did he deserve the story for the shit Bristol had put him through).  

Then we get to the heart of the matter of why Bristol did what she did and I was able to get less frustrated with her,  plus we also got to the part of no more angst, which is always my favorite

 ~ For the girl who had to beg for scraps of affection, for attention from the people she's loved the most, hearing him say that sets my fears free.  ~

3 . 5 Patience and perseverance for the win thumbs up!

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