Thursday, April 18, 2013

Raid by Kristen Ashely


After reading 'Knight' I knew I had found the right author for me and I knew I'd be getting my 'alpha' fix, so once again I really, really have to thank that friend for introducing me to Kristen. Raid is just like Knight except the boy is ex-military and he's just as all sorts of bossy which I loved! "Cute outfit. Glass of wine. Sexy, messy hair. Cute house that looks out of a magazine. Not a lick of makeup and you look prettier than any woman I've seen in over a year. Gabbin' on the phone you look this good, in a place that looks this good every day when that s***'s impossible." He paused before he concluded, "Chick flick." Yea if that's his way of asking you to the movies Hanna I'd be all up in that like a bag of oreos! Raid is, well he doesn't hold his thoughts in and I liked that you sometimes get these guys who are all timid and shy, not Raid hell no that boy says what he's thinking, "You, that dress, those shoes, that hair, beverages and furniture you can get horizontal on would not be a good combination." Raid is also protective of his woman, let me tell you what, "One, Hanna apologized. The right thing to do is accept, not throw it in her face. Two, Miss Mildred can take care of herself, and she's too old to give a damn what you think. Obviously, Hanna cares or she wouldn't have apologized when she had no need to. Now what you gotta know is, If I'm standing next to her or not and I just hear your rude to her, I'll take it as you bein' rude straight to me and I think most folks in this town know you do not want to be rude to me." Hanna's grammy reminded me so much of mine (I kinda just made it sound like mine passed but she's alive and kickin' haha) "Naptime for biddies, son, so the check. And I'm old, I'm a grandmother, so that means I pay and I don't care how much of a man you are. When you're old and a grandfather you'll know what I mean and you'll be glad you let me do it." Raid is also sweet in his 'alpha' kind of way, "Uh...yeah, Hanna. I decided to have a home again, and after I spend time dealin' with scum, I wanna come home. Home to a house with a porch swing where I can wash that scum down the drain and climb into bed with a woman who puts an outrageously fat cat in her ludicrous basket on her ridiculous bike. My woman." Needless to say this was another hit for me. 

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