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 for her to attempt to 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 is my very first read by Lani. I happened to pick a great time to jump on the bandwagon. Her writing is so spectacular, that even though Vodka on the Rocks is part of a series; it can be read as a standalone and I was never lost, not even once.
Tasha is a feisty little thing. She knows what she wants, when she wants it. What she wants, just so happens to be the hot as sin, walking sex on a stick, Casten Motherfucking Red. The badass biker who doesn't settle down, doesn't do relationships and pays no mind to women who try to do so.
Cas sees her one night in a bar and has the urge to drag her back to his bed, although willpower kept him from doing so. He is a tough ass MC leader. He could get any woman he wanted. Why now? Why did she have to enter his life now? Things were going as he wanted his life to go. Now someone is stalking Tash and he was not going to let anything happen to his woman. Wait ... HIS woman? What in the hell is going on in that mind of his? Casten has no time or interest in being with one woman. What in the hell is she doing to him, to cause these feelings within his heart? Nope .. he will push them down, he will stomp on them and smother that flame. Or will he? Can Casten stay away from her? He was smack dab in the middle of Tasha HELL and he rather enjoyed it.
Can Casten stay strong and leave Tasha on her own? Would he cave and destroy each and every ground rule that he has ever made, regarding women? Who is it that is stalking Tasha and is Casten able to keep her safe? One thing is for sure - neither one of their lives will ever be the same again. Each of their lives change completely, that night in the bar.
Lani Lynn Vale is pure genius. I started and finished this book in one foul swoop. I opened my kindle and read page one and I was hooked. 5 hours later, I was reading the epilogue. That my friends, is pure and utter talent. I was not letting anyone or anything come in-between me and my pages of Vodka on the Rocks. I was enthralled with the tension. I was captivated by the suspense. I was perplexed by the strength of the characters. I was bewildered with the romance. This book was absolutely amazing!! You have me hooked Lani ..... I am a forever fan. I can not wait to see what you deliver to your fans next. Now I know what the hype is all about!! Jump on the Lani bandwagon, you will never be happier with a decision that you have made. Ever.
“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. I waited. Nothing. “Like a good neighbor, State Farm is there!” I cried. I waited. Again, nothing. “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.”