Tuesday, February 3, 2015

Blog Tour: Kick by Carmen Jenner

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.

4 Star Review by Lisa Kane

Kick was introduced to us in Greetings from Sugartown. He wasn't a likeable character. On the surface it seemed that he had betrayed Elijah and caused the ambush that occurred at the end of that story. And then...he just disappeared.

This book fills in those gaps; the time before those incidents happened and how and where he lived afterwards. For me, this book was the most violent of the series to date, and that is saying something considering Elijah had some pretty graphic scenes in Welcome to Sugartown (particularly his carving up of Ana's rapist)

When you have nothing you care about, nothing to care about, nothing to lose, you're indestructible. 

Kick's life has not been a bed of roses. His father is a sick, sadistical bastard and the club he is in are merciless. But a woman came into his life once, for a brief time, until she was taken from him. That vulnerability is not something he wants again. When he's given the job of delivering a dentist, Dr. Calder, to the club it seems like an easy task. This particular dentist likes to sedate his female patients and then does unspeakable acts to them. This time he picked one of the club member's girlfriends. But when he goes to pick him up, he sees this scumbag mutilating a poor woman by taking her teeth out with pliers. It's obvious she's been drugged, starved and beaten. He goes against his orders and makes sure that the nut job can't hurt anyone again.

When I see him, bent over a rusty surgical chair, a flash of long chestnut hair behind him, and I feel more so than hear the screams coming from the woman that's strapped to the seat, I explode. 

Her body is covered in bruises. Yellow, purple, blue-black, head to toe-there isn't a single part of her thin frame that hasn't seen some form of torture. It makes me wonder-if this is what she looks like on the outside, what the fuck kind of damage did he do to her insides?

But what to do with the victim? Something about this girl appeals to Kick and he takes her back to the club. She is fighting him and he drugs her. This little spitfire is no push over and he gets more than he bargained for. But the dark place in Kick makes him want her to vile, hurtful things to her. He has to hold back on those impulses.

Kick has created quite the shit storm around him. He has his hands full of angry club members for going against orders, a jealous club whore who is feeling possessive and Kayla (he's since found out her name, although he prefers to call her by a nickname, Indie) who is fighting him tooth and nail.

These two are such broken, warped souls. They may seek each other out against their better judgment, but how can this end well for anyone? Through a series of flashbacks the reader finds out why Kick acted the way he did in GFS and just how much pain he lives with every day.

Kayla makes a demand of him and he can't turn her down. But even if she is able to be vindicated, she has so much healing to do. Her mental scars are so much worse than the physical abuse she suffered. No matter the best intentions, glue and tape can't hold together something that is broken beyond repair.

Kick was often times hard to read. There are so many atrocities committed, especially ones against women. But it's not unnecessary to the story, nor is it stuck between the pages for shock value. It underscores the biker world these characters live in, and the unwritten rules that guide their life. Kick is entitled to his HEA, he's just going to have to work at it a little longer than most.

I love the broken ones because for a brief second,  in the heat of the moment, I can forget how fucked up I truly am inside. I can forget about the darkness that I crave. I can forget who I am and focus on someone else's pain, because that has to be infinitely better than wallowing in my own. 

“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’?”
“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.

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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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