Rock Chick Rescue (Rock Chick #2)

Al right, calm down. Fuck,” Smithie said.
It was then I felt something not unpleasant but somewhat scary slide across my skin and I looked up to see the gang of hotties al standing, watching and every last one of them flashing a grin.
“What are you lookin’ at?” I snapped, not to any one of them in particular, but in their general direction.
Don’t ask me why I didn’t run and hide in the books, I just didn’t. I guess that wasn’t me anymore.
“Babe, you just made me a regular,” Mace said.

Babe, wacthing you these past months has been like watching a flower bloom. Don't disappoint us.

But first, I needed to go to the liquor store and buy a bottle of Jack. I didn’t drink Jack but I thought now was a very good time to take up bourbon.

Chiquita, women spend a lot of time sittin’ around bitchin’ that there are no good men out there.
I hate to tell you this, but there aren’t a lot of good women either.
The difference is, when a man sees one, he knows it.
Then, he goes after her and wears her down until she’s his.
Then, if he’s any man at all, he won’t let her go.

Chiquita, women spend a lot of time sittin’ around bitchin’ that there are no good men out there. I hate to tell you this, but there aren’t a lot of good women either. The difference is when a man sees one, he knows it. Then he goes after her and wears her down until she’s his. Then, if he’s any man at all, he won’t let her go.” Eek!

Don’t ignore me while I’m trying to break
up with you!

Don’t worry, Jet. Just as long as we don’t get into any situations that require grenades, we’ll be fine.” Indy said this like she wasn’t joking.

Eddie went on, “I know you have a problem with that, you’ve made it loud and clear, but I don’t give a fuck. I’m gonna keep coming at you until I wear you down. Do you understand me?

Everyone's got their hands out waitin' for you to take one. You gotta learn when to take someone's hand before you fall.

Fair warning, Jet. I’m making you my business.

F**k!" he exploded, chocolate and caramel flying out of his mouth. My heart seized. He looked like he was going to have a chocolate-caramel-layer-square-induced heart attack.

...

"These are unbe-f**king-lievable. I think I've finally fallen in love, with a f**kin' brownie!

He yanked his t-shirt out of his jeans, pulled a penknife out of his pocket, cut away the hem and pressed it against my temple. This must have meant he didn’t have tissues in the glove box.”


Excerpt From: Ashley, Kristen. “Rock Chick Rescue.” Kristen Ashley. iBooks.
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I closed my eyes and prayed for divine intervention.

I waited a beat and nothing happened.

Guess God was busy with war and famine and the like.

I could fall in love with that smile,

I’d been tossing on the seas for twenty-eight years, I was used to flipping around on the waves by myself,
bailing out the water like a mad fool.
How did I get used to an anchor?
What if that anchor broke off?

I got toe-to-toe with him and yelled in his face, “Leave me and my Dad alone, Eddie Chavez!” Eddie leaned into me, so close he was all I could see. Quietly, he asked, “Is it wrong that I want to kiss you right now?

It never works. I don’t know. It just doesn’t. You can love someone a lot and treat them nice and do everything for them and then they just go. It happens.

It was like the Justice League of Super Heroes but instead it was the Justice League of Hot Guys.

Just think of me as the shoe fairy.” Then he acted like he was bonking me on the head with an imaginary magic wand, “Make your own good memories in those shoes.” I gaped for a second, and then he winked at me. I couldn’t help it, so I smiled at him and then turned to Indy.

Lee has surveillance on Fortnum’s, cameras and bugs, twenty-four seven. He put it in when I was going through my drama and never took it out. The boys at the office watch for security purposes and… um, for kicks.” I stared at her.
“You’re joking,” I breathed.

Mace had to be six foot three, had the prerequisite Nightingale Investigation Team killer bod; black hair, jade eyes and a jaw so square, it could be used in math class.

No way, Loopy Loo. You aren’t hoardin’ all the action.” He turned to Indy, “You’re drivin’ because we can all fit in your silly-ass car. When we see a break in the coffee action, I’ll go home and get my shotgun.

Something to learn about me,” I told him, “I’m a Snooze Button Girl.

Stay away from Marcus. He's f**kin' bad news with a capital F**k.

We almost couldn’t fit all of our hair into the car, but luckily we were wearing fewer clothes so it balanced out.

would have let me break the color code for shoes at work. These were borrowed from Indy’s next door neighbor, who was Denver’s top drag queen. Luckily, he had small feet; or I liked to think that way. Not that my feet were large.

You can love someone a lot and treat them nice and do everything for them and then they just go. It happens.

You get caught up in your chaos, you don’t realize just how much you’re dragging everyone along with you.

Your Mom’s having a good time,” Indy noted. “You meet her?” I asked. “Yeah, she’s sweet,” Indy replied. “She’s the devil,” I said.

You want to see fast, we’l go into the bedroom and I’l show you fast but I’l show it to you slow.