Happy Release to Carmen Jenner
Kick is LIVE!
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RELEASE DATE: January 26th, 2015
Excerpt #1
“You gotta let go now, Princess. I gotta hand you over.”
Her panicked gaze meets mine. “He’ll shoot you.”
“No, he won’t.”
“Yes, he will.”
I smile down at her. “What are we just gonna stand here
forever, you in my arms, your dad holding a gun to my head? If he shoots me, he
shoots me. Ain’t nothing I can do about that, Princess. At least I’ll know I
did one thing right.”
She takes a deep, shaky breath. “I’d be dead if it weren’t
for you.”
I nod, because it’s true. If Slayer hadn’t come at a deal,
Prez would’ve eventually killed her, and he’d have tortured her some more
first. “Promise me somethin’?”
“What?”
“Get on your feet and then get the hell outta here. Prez
will come looking for you again. He’s not a guy who likes to lose. Take as much
money as you can, and get the fuck away from this life, otherwise you’re gonna
wind up filling a body bag way too young.”
Lauren is wrenched away from me then. She screams as the
Italian carts her off toward the clubhouse, flailing and slapping at him
despite her injuries.
“Daniel!” she screams, reaching out toward me as he
struggles to get her inside. Without thinking I take a step forward, but I’m
attacked from behind. My knees go out from under me and I’m shoved face-first
into the ground. Some heavy motherfucker sits down on my back. I buck, trying
to unseat him, but I’m whacked in the back of the head until I stop.
“Well, isn’t that fuckin’ touching? The Angel scum, in
love with my daughter? Didn’t I warn you away from her once before?” Slayer
asks, circling me like a predator circles prey. The biker using me for a chair
shoves his gun against the back of my skull.
“Yeah, I did,” Slayer continues, and he motions for the
guy on top of me to force me to stand. I’m dragged up by the hair and presented
to Slayer. “At the rally, where she fuckin’ went missin’!” His red, blotchy
face almost touches mine. He’s so close I can see the blood vessels snaking out
from the corners of his eyes. He’s
fucking high. His daughter’s been locked up, raped, beaten, treated like a
fuckin’ animal over some shit that she shouldn’t even have to know about, and
the arsehole’s gettin’ high as a fuckin’ kite instead of findin’ her? He makes
me sick. He’s everything I hate about the life. And he’s more than likely
exactly where I’ll end up, because this is what we are—this is what livin’ in
the club gets you: bitterness, enemies, and a shit-tonne of bad blood.
Excerpt #2:
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.”
Excerpt #3:
I take a deep shuddering breath, close my eyes and stretch
my hand towards him. His touch is gentle this time, far more gentle than I’d
ever thought someone with so much uncontained violence to him could be.
“Spread your fingers,” he commands. I do, and he lifts the
roll of tape, presses the edge to my skin and begins winding it over my
knuckles. I close my eyes. The strident sound of it stretching out from the
roll makes me want to flee. It makes me want to run as far from his touch—from
any man’s touch—as I can possibly get.
The feel of the tape against my flesh, binding, holding,
is so much worse. I tug on my hand, but he won’t let go. My heartrate
skyrockets, and sweat beads erupt over my brow and upper lip. I’m in that room
again, struggling, screaming, trying to fight them off, and failing.
Biker knows it,
too. His dark eyes challenge, they dare me to run, but they also implore me to
stay. It’s ironic that the only thing keeping me here, keeping me grounded, is
the man who abducted me.
He holds my gaze. I don’t know exactly what is hidden in
his dark blue one, but it suffocates the panic within me, douses it like water
flooding flames. He bends his head to my hand. Taking the paper tape in his
mouth, he rips it with his teeth.
I still. I soften. His gaze doesn’t leave mine, not even
once. Not even when he starts in on my wrist, gently biting through each piece
of tape before pressing it down with his rough hands. I’m mesmerised by his
mouth, the piercing, and the soft, full lips. The light catches a silver chain
around his neck, something I’ve never noticed before—but then I try not to make
a habit of staring too closely at him. Not now, though. Now I watch every
twitch, every blink, every intake of breath, and every inch that is swallowed
up by his mouth moving closer to my flesh.
Blurb
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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About the Author:
Carmen Jenner
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.
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Carmen Jenner really blew my mind with this ugly but beautiful story.
Kick had a very ugly and lonely upbringing. His father never there for him. Always putting him down and telling him how he was worth nothing. His mother a crack whore who didn't care for him and eventually left him on his own by his fathers side.
My emotions were all over the place while reading this story. This is not that story where you will read about the charecter having a hard life and truning it around . No this story is raw, ugly and gritty.
I love that it comes with a warning:
Dear Reader,
I’d like to thank you for picking up this book, but before I let you get all acquainted with my boy, I feel we need a warning first. KICK is not for the faint of heart. It’s not a hot romp through a magical world of sweet bikers, soft leather, hooker heels and cupcakes, and we are definitely NOT in Sugartown anymore, Toto.
KICK is brutal, it is graphic, and it is probably going to make you question my sanity— to be honest, I’ve been doing that for a while now, so don’t feel bad. There will be situations that will be hard for you to read; they were hard to write. Some of them gutted me.
That there is what had my attention. And I wanted to see where Carmen would take this a story to.
Kick although extremely broken and tortured, he sees the broke in other people but he also see the beauty in there brokenness. He has a pull to those broken souls and the need to do sonething for them. All while battling his inner demons and ugly self loathing.
Carmen Jenner I loved Kick and I am looking foward to more ugly beauty from your characters!
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