Title: Sticks
Series: Black Addiction #2
Author: T. Gephart
Genre: Rock Star Romance
Release Date: February 28, 2016
Blurb
Kenzie Clark had made plenty of mistakes. Who cared? Life was all about the journey, and if you couldn’t enjoy the ride then what was the point. The tough-talking guitarist from Brooklyn, NY worked hard so she could play even harder. But some mistakes weren’t so easy to walk away from. Joey Shaw, drummer for Black Addiction, was exactly that kind of a mistake.
How could one night of fun turn into a life long commitment? That’s exactly what Joey was asking himself when Kenzie showed up a few weeks later—the soon-to-be baby bump with his name written all over it. He could barely tie his shoes; how in the hell was he going to raise a kid?
With neither of them ready to become parents, it was always going to be a difficult, but there was no way either of them were walking away. Come hell or high water, they were having this baby—together.
Hopefully they would both be still standing by the birth.
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Review by: Gina
Every now and then you come across a book that just completely blows you away that you don't know how to put it into words...yup that was this book!!! I just absolutely LOVED IT! Sticks started off with a BANG and it only went up from there! It was funny, sweet, some angst, drama, and several steamy scenes! The humor was just spot on! For me it was just everything!
I loved the characters! Kenzie is strong and independent and doesn't put up with anything. Joey is cocky and arrogant but hilarious!!! Sometimes he doesn't always do the logical thing but it's the thought that counts. Like a little incident with the bathroom and a cup...yeah you will need to read it to find out! But together they just made the perfect couple, for a perfect book!
I loved the characters! Kenzie is strong and independent and doesn't put up with anything. Joey is cocky and arrogant but hilarious!!! Sometimes he doesn't always do the logical thing but it's the thought that counts. Like a little incident with the bathroom and a cup...yeah you will need to read it to find out! But together they just made the perfect couple, for a perfect book!
I have read several books by this author and I have enjoyed every single one of them! It is well written with fun story lines, amazing characters. To me they just felt real! This is a must read book! And a must read author!
6 Stars
Review by: Sam
Oh my sweet baby Jesus! I don't even know where to start with describing my love for this author, this series and this new addition. I swear, it is up there with my all time favourites and I couldn't have asked for a better read to drag my miserable ass out of the book funk I have been sat in for the past four weeks.
T Gephart writes rockers like no other, but she also writes the strongest heroines!! I fall hard for the characters, the story, the humour, the depth, the creativity and most of all THE FEELS!!!! I take in every single written word of her stories and return to them over and over again. The fictional world she creates for each series is enough to make any reader want to climb inside their reading device and live there right alongside the unforgettable characters.
'Sticks' is Joey and Kenzie's story. Joey is the drummer for the band, 'Black Addiction' and let me tell you this, HE IS EVERYTHING I NEED AND SO MUCH MORE FROM A BOOK BOYFRIEND. He has such a cockiness and confidence that is my weakness, but above all of that, he has a huge heart and is loyal through to the bone. Joey eat, sleeps and breathes the band, in his free time, he loves to indulge in women. But Kenzie is different. She is the girl he can't stop thinking about, and the night they shared takes over his thoughts daily. The way the author has written his character is completely addictive. Joey has so many amazing traits to his personality making him one of absolute FAVOURITES.
Kenzie is an absolute freaking hoot. I adored everything she brought to the story, her sass, her independence and how she is prepared to do things on her own. She expects nothing from no one and is one of the strongest heroines I have had the pleasure of reading. I LOVED how T Gephart progressed Kenzie's character. Right to the very end of the story, her character held my attention I am sporting one gigantic girl crush.
I don't want to spoil the story. It just would be an absolute catastrophe to even dream of it. Therefore, my review may come across as a little vague. But it really is because this book deserves to be read by each individual. I know without a doubt that I will be returning to this book over and over again. I haven't been able to pick up a book for the past four weeks because I thought I lost my reading mojo!!!! I am absolutely freaking ecstatic that the INSANELY TALENTED , T Gephart signed, sealed and delivered another stellar book to this series and the book world.
5 GIGANTIC STARS
T Gephart writes rockers like no other, but she also writes the strongest heroines!! I fall hard for the characters, the story, the humour, the depth, the creativity and most of all THE FEELS!!!! I take in every single written word of her stories and return to them over and over again. The fictional world she creates for each series is enough to make any reader want to climb inside their reading device and live there right alongside the unforgettable characters.
'Sticks' is Joey and Kenzie's story. Joey is the drummer for the band, 'Black Addiction' and let me tell you this, HE IS EVERYTHING I NEED AND SO MUCH MORE FROM A BOOK BOYFRIEND. He has such a cockiness and confidence that is my weakness, but above all of that, he has a huge heart and is loyal through to the bone. Joey eat, sleeps and breathes the band, in his free time, he loves to indulge in women. But Kenzie is different. She is the girl he can't stop thinking about, and the night they shared takes over his thoughts daily. The way the author has written his character is completely addictive. Joey has so many amazing traits to his personality making him one of absolute FAVOURITES.
Kenzie is an absolute freaking hoot. I adored everything she brought to the story, her sass, her independence and how she is prepared to do things on her own. She expects nothing from no one and is one of the strongest heroines I have had the pleasure of reading. I LOVED how T Gephart progressed Kenzie's character. Right to the very end of the story, her character held my attention I am sporting one gigantic girl crush.
I don't want to spoil the story. It just would be an absolute catastrophe to even dream of it. Therefore, my review may come across as a little vague. But it really is because this book deserves to be read by each individual. I know without a doubt that I will be returning to this book over and over again. I haven't been able to pick up a book for the past four weeks because I thought I lost my reading mojo!!!! I am absolutely freaking ecstatic that the INSANELY TALENTED , T Gephart signed, sealed and delivered another stellar book to this series and the book world.
5 GIGANTIC STARS
Review by: Erin
This story rocked! I fell in love with these characters from the start. Kenzie is a laid-back, go with the flow kind of girl. She is not looking for her knight in shining armor. Joey is hilarious! He is the fun guy everyone wants to be around. Some of these scenes had me rolling in the floor. But, he has a soft side that is completely heart-melting. He also gets his feelings hurt often but uses his humor to hide behind. These two together are magic. They have a chemistry that is off the charts. Of course, it wouldn’t be a great rocker romance without some drama thrown in there. Just to keep you hooked and not able to put the book down. I can’t wait to see what is in store next!
5 Stars
Excerpt
Prologue - Kenzie
Oh. Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
F. U. C. K.
That’s exactly what should be displayed in the window of that plastic contraption shaking in my hand instead of that obnoxious plus sign. The bright blue horizontal and vertical line against a stark white background. Taunting me as I stood there hoping it was some cruel optical illusion.
But it wasn’t.
Oh my God, I was going to be sick.
My head spun as I sunk to my ass on the cold tile floor. The stick that ten minutes ago had been so innocent and harmless was still in my hand as I struggled not to hyperventilate. This couldn’t be happening.
I was pregnant.
As waves of nausea rolled through my body—something I’d been experiencing a lot lately—my brain tried to reconcile my new reality. My life as I knew it was well and truly over.
I am going to be someone’s mother.
My hand had barely managed to lift the lid of the toilet as I lost my battle with my stomach. The full body heave expelled not only my breakfast but also my soul into the bowl as the evil EPT wand fell out of my hand and onto the floor. My future—as well as my blueberry bagel—now in the toilet.
I had done a lot of stupid stuff in my time. I’ll be the first to admit that, but Joey Shaw was by far the dumbest.
Unlike most of the girls he seemed to entertain, I’d known Joey for years. Our bands had crossed paths from time to time on the bar circuit, even sharing the stage once or twice. The appreciation we had for each other was mutual, both professionally and otherwise. He was good looking, sexy and had a body built for sin. It was only a matter of time before we ended up doing the in-between-the-sheets tango; I was impressed at how long I’d resisted.
Driven by hormones instead of brains, our little game of flirting came to a very lustful, sexy conclusion last month. That mouth of his wasn’t only talking up a good show, with every single egotistical boast coming out of it not even close to the mind-blowing orgasm he’d given me. His body absolutely delivered on the promise of crazy and unrestrained sex. It had been a night that wasn’t going to be easy to forget. Now it seemed, he had gifted me a permanent reminder.
Fuck.
I was so screwed.
We had barely even spoken since our hook-up, happy for it to be a casual thing between friends. It’s not like I was looking to date him. Ha. Not in this lifetime. I wasn’t that delusional. The man was hot. Not denying that, but I’d had longer relationships with a pizza than Joey had with women. So, I was happy to collect on the toe-curling sex without the side order of is-he-ever-going-to-call-me-again. God damn it. How could I have been so freaking stupid?
Ugh. My stomach churned again as my brain rationalized spending most of the day locked in my bathroom. It seemed like a solid idea, one that would see me postpone the what-the-hell-did-I-do-now that was begging to be dealt with. Ha! As if.
This year had started out with so much promise. The band was doing great. While no record deals had come our way, our song had gotten thousands of hits on YouTube. And there wasn’t a Saturday night where we didn’t play. Not just dive bars but actually great gigs. We were even making decent money too. Life was pretty awesome. Was. Past tense. Now, of course, I was a few months away from hawking my six-string at PawnRUs and getting a day job at Denny’s.
Poor Joey.
The sexy six-foot, dark-haired drummer had no idea that our baby was going to be the first and last child he would father, his balls soon to be hanging from my rearview mirror. I’d be sure to inform him and offer my condolences when I ripped them from his still-breathing body. His dick also at risk of ending up a hood ornament. It was only fair seeing as my body would be waving its red flag of rebellion in the coming months that his should suffer too. Might as well wear my skinny jeans while they still fit me, lord knows I was going to be rocking elastic waistbands and stretchy pants in the very near future. My wardrobe, the least of my worries.
Huh. I was going to have a baby. My hand unconsciously brushed against my flat-for-now belly, the life its dumbass parents created growing inside of me despite my lack of a clue. A missed period and some wicked fatigue the only hint that something was amiss. And in an instant, it had all changed. Knocked up, sitting on my bathroom floor with my head down a toilet, and I had absolutely no idea of how I was going to be someone’s mom.
Inside of me there was a tiny life. A little helpless human who needed my love and protection, who hadn’t asked to be born but had been put there nonetheless. Trusting that I would keep him or her safe until he or she was ready to enter into the world. My baby. Mine.
Great. Now my eyes were leaking. The fucking body rebellion I had expected months from now had already started as tears streamed uncontrollably.
What the hell was happening to me? I wasn’t one of those emotional girls who wept when they lost their favorite purse. I played in a rock band for God’s sake; I didn’t do crying. It was Joey’s fault. Yes. Let’s blame that asshole and his potent freaking sperm. He was the reason I had apparently lost my mind and would soon have a full uterus. And now I was back to being mad again.
Awesome.
This was so going to be fun.
Oh. Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
F. U. C. K.
That’s exactly what should be displayed in the window of that plastic contraption shaking in my hand instead of that obnoxious plus sign. The bright blue horizontal and vertical line against a stark white background. Taunting me as I stood there hoping it was some cruel optical illusion.
But it wasn’t.
Oh my God, I was going to be sick.
My head spun as I sunk to my ass on the cold tile floor. The stick that ten minutes ago had been so innocent and harmless was still in my hand as I struggled not to hyperventilate. This couldn’t be happening.
I was pregnant.
As waves of nausea rolled through my body—something I’d been experiencing a lot lately—my brain tried to reconcile my new reality. My life as I knew it was well and truly over.
I am going to be someone’s mother.
My hand had barely managed to lift the lid of the toilet as I lost my battle with my stomach. The full body heave expelled not only my breakfast but also my soul into the bowl as the evil EPT wand fell out of my hand and onto the floor. My future—as well as my blueberry bagel—now in the toilet.
I had done a lot of stupid stuff in my time. I’ll be the first to admit that, but Joey Shaw was by far the dumbest.
Unlike most of the girls he seemed to entertain, I’d known Joey for years. Our bands had crossed paths from time to time on the bar circuit, even sharing the stage once or twice. The appreciation we had for each other was mutual, both professionally and otherwise. He was good looking, sexy and had a body built for sin. It was only a matter of time before we ended up doing the in-between-the-sheets tango; I was impressed at how long I’d resisted.
Driven by hormones instead of brains, our little game of flirting came to a very lustful, sexy conclusion last month. That mouth of his wasn’t only talking up a good show, with every single egotistical boast coming out of it not even close to the mind-blowing orgasm he’d given me. His body absolutely delivered on the promise of crazy and unrestrained sex. It had been a night that wasn’t going to be easy to forget. Now it seemed, he had gifted me a permanent reminder.
Fuck.
I was so screwed.
We had barely even spoken since our hook-up, happy for it to be a casual thing between friends. It’s not like I was looking to date him. Ha. Not in this lifetime. I wasn’t that delusional. The man was hot. Not denying that, but I’d had longer relationships with a pizza than Joey had with women. So, I was happy to collect on the toe-curling sex without the side order of is-he-ever-going-to-call-me-again. God damn it. How could I have been so freaking stupid?
Ugh. My stomach churned again as my brain rationalized spending most of the day locked in my bathroom. It seemed like a solid idea, one that would see me postpone the what-the-hell-did-I-do-now that was begging to be dealt with. Ha! As if.
This year had started out with so much promise. The band was doing great. While no record deals had come our way, our song had gotten thousands of hits on YouTube. And there wasn’t a Saturday night where we didn’t play. Not just dive bars but actually great gigs. We were even making decent money too. Life was pretty awesome. Was. Past tense. Now, of course, I was a few months away from hawking my six-string at PawnRUs and getting a day job at Denny’s.
Poor Joey.
The sexy six-foot, dark-haired drummer had no idea that our baby was going to be the first and last child he would father, his balls soon to be hanging from my rearview mirror. I’d be sure to inform him and offer my condolences when I ripped them from his still-breathing body. His dick also at risk of ending up a hood ornament. It was only fair seeing as my body would be waving its red flag of rebellion in the coming months that his should suffer too. Might as well wear my skinny jeans while they still fit me, lord knows I was going to be rocking elastic waistbands and stretchy pants in the very near future. My wardrobe, the least of my worries.
Huh. I was going to have a baby. My hand unconsciously brushed against my flat-for-now belly, the life its dumbass parents created growing inside of me despite my lack of a clue. A missed period and some wicked fatigue the only hint that something was amiss. And in an instant, it had all changed. Knocked up, sitting on my bathroom floor with my head down a toilet, and I had absolutely no idea of how I was going to be someone’s mom.
Inside of me there was a tiny life. A little helpless human who needed my love and protection, who hadn’t asked to be born but had been put there nonetheless. Trusting that I would keep him or her safe until he or she was ready to enter into the world. My baby. Mine.
Great. Now my eyes were leaking. The fucking body rebellion I had expected months from now had already started as tears streamed uncontrollably.
What the hell was happening to me? I wasn’t one of those emotional girls who wept when they lost their favorite purse. I played in a rock band for God’s sake; I didn’t do crying. It was Joey’s fault. Yes. Let’s blame that asshole and his potent freaking sperm. He was the reason I had apparently lost my mind and would soon have a full uterus. And now I was back to being mad again.
Awesome.
This was so going to be fun.
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Author Bio
T Gephart is an indie author from Melbourne, Australia.
T's approach to life has been somewhat unconventional. Rather than going to University, she jumped on a plane to Los Angeles, USA in search of adventure. While this first trip left her somewhat underwhelmed and largely depleted of funds it fueled her appetite for travel and life experience.
With a rather eclectic resume, which reads more like the fiction she writes than an actual employment history, T struggled to find her niche in the world.
While on a subsequent trip the United States in 1999, T met and married her husband. Their whirlwind courtship and interesting impromptu convenience store wedding set the tone for their life together, which is anything but ordinary. They have lived in Louisiana, Guam and Australia and have traveled extensively throughout the US. T has two beautiful young children and one four legged child, Woodley, the wonder dog.
An avid reader, T became increasingly frustrated by the lack of strong female characters in the books she was reading. She wanted to read about a woman she could identify with, someone strong, independent and confident and who didn't lack femininity. Out of this need, she decided to pen her first book, A Twist of Fate. T set herself the challenge to write something that was interesting, compelling and yet easy enough to read that was still enjoyable. Pulling from her own past "colorful" experiences and the amazing personalities she has surrounded herself with, she had no shortage of inspiration. With a strong slant on erotic fiction, her core characters are empowered women who don't have to sacrifice their femininity. She enjoyed the process so much that when it was over she couldn't let it go.
T loves to travel, laugh and surround herself with colorful characters. This inevitably spills into her writing and makes for an interesting journey - she is well and truly enjoying the ride!
Based on her life experiences, T has plenty of material for her books and has a wealth of ideas to keep you all enthralled.
T's approach to life has been somewhat unconventional. Rather than going to University, she jumped on a plane to Los Angeles, USA in search of adventure. While this first trip left her somewhat underwhelmed and largely depleted of funds it fueled her appetite for travel and life experience.
With a rather eclectic resume, which reads more like the fiction she writes than an actual employment history, T struggled to find her niche in the world.
While on a subsequent trip the United States in 1999, T met and married her husband. Their whirlwind courtship and interesting impromptu convenience store wedding set the tone for their life together, which is anything but ordinary. They have lived in Louisiana, Guam and Australia and have traveled extensively throughout the US. T has two beautiful young children and one four legged child, Woodley, the wonder dog.
An avid reader, T became increasingly frustrated by the lack of strong female characters in the books she was reading. She wanted to read about a woman she could identify with, someone strong, independent and confident and who didn't lack femininity. Out of this need, she decided to pen her first book, A Twist of Fate. T set herself the challenge to write something that was interesting, compelling and yet easy enough to read that was still enjoyable. Pulling from her own past "colorful" experiences and the amazing personalities she has surrounded herself with, she had no shortage of inspiration. With a strong slant on erotic fiction, her core characters are empowered women who don't have to sacrifice their femininity. She enjoyed the process so much that when it was over she couldn't let it go.
T loves to travel, laugh and surround herself with colorful characters. This inevitably spills into her writing and makes for an interesting journey - she is well and truly enjoying the ride!
Based on her life experiences, T has plenty of material for her books and has a wealth of ideas to keep you all enthralled.
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