Yep.

That’s it.

Nothing else to say.
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HOW the hell did I not read T Gephart before?????

I’m lying of course because, as usual, I have something to say! But I am scratching my head this morning wondering how on earth I missed her. I started this yesterday but stayed up until the early hours of this morning to finish it. One hit, I could not put it down. I’ve been a little bored and jaded lately when reading rockers, bikers and billionaires because the whole bloody ebook market is so over saturated – quantity of choice, but not always so much quality – so to come across not only a book that was such addictive reading when I had no expectations at all was a surprise, for it to be a rocker book just shows its calibre, this is going to be a favourite without doubt. The book and the author.

^^^^^ This was the start of my review for High Strung last year which was my first outing with T Gephart and the start of the Power Station books, every single word applies this time round and the only way to start this one off is………………….

WELL FUCK. CAPS LOCK. FUCKITY FUCK FUCK FUCK.

This is because the more excited I get the more profanity I use, not going to apologise for it as I’m too old and cantankerous to be bothered to change my ways and the reason for the amount of fucks given is the excitement I can’t contain after finishing Crash Ride. Because I loved it. Full on, scary joker smile as I was reading, all the way through. It’s that good. Funny, sexy, sarky & smart ass, loving, poignant and full of feels, Crash Ride was just a joy from start to finish.

Megan Winters had lusted over Troy Harris, drummer for international rock band Power Station, for years. Not being the type of girl who was invited backstage, her fantasies had stayed just that, fantasies. When her best friend unexpectedly starts dating one of the other band members it puts her on a crash course at war with her libido. Her solution— they need to have sex. Surely once she had scratched that itch, and saw the fantasy didn’t live up to the reality she could move on. I mean, what could possibly go wrong?

Troy Harris vowed to stay away from Megs. The sexy, smart and funny blonde left his mind and his body feeling like a pretzel. No matter how attracted he was to her, she was a no-go zone. The best friend of his best friend’s girlfriend? Cue the reality show. But when she gives him the chance to have a one-night no strings good time, there was no way he could turn that down. Maybe she was right. One night, and then they could go back to being just friends.

Both of them were delusional.

I really connected with Megs and Troy Harris (he has to have full name used, just go with it and read the book!) both separately and as a couple. The attraction and chemistry between them is off the charts hot, it scorches the pages and when combined with the humour that Ms Gephart weaves so effortlessly it’s just delicious. Hot as fuck (yes, another fuck I give!) but with a sexy sweetness that pulls you in and doesn’t let go. No dips, no loss of interest, nothing but a rollercoaster fast ride that makes you scream along with Megs for faster, harder, more.

If anything was going to make me forget my crap-tastic day at work, it was Troy Harris. Ah, sigh. He was like the Holy Grail of good times wrapped up in one badass package.

Even though Megs wants the Holy Grail she doesn’t want to mess up her friendship with Ash if any awkward break up was to happen so refuses to go there, however sex with no relationship? Just once? That couldn’t harm. Could it? And so our lovely pull and push, magnets drawn to each other courtship that neither acknowledge begins…………

Megs embraces life full on, she has a ‘joie de vivre’ that calls to you and draws you in and the most hilarious inner monologues, I highlighted far too many to include but had to put these three in:

I would go cold turkey and there would be no more slipups. Yeah, because that’s what happened. We accidently found ourselves naked and his penis slipped into my vagina-again.

Not to mention his amazing, long, hard co… Damn it! I was supposed to not be thinking about it and now all I can do is think about it. I wonder if I asked nicely if he’d let me take a mould for a dildo? Everyone is so DIY these days. That wouldn’t be creepy at all. Yep. I was a self-diagnosed deviant nymphomaniac with addiction disorder. Glad all those years at Georgetown paid off, my parents must be so proud.

How long were we gone? Had Marty McFly shown up in his Delorean and we’d somehow time travelled? Maybe Troy’s penis had an in-built flux capacitor and zipped us through the time-space continuum. His talented cock knew no end.

Troy Harris (full name again, hope you noticed!) is delicious. We didn’t really get to know him too well in High Strung because Dan and his ego allow no room for anyone else! He’s strong, thoughtful, downright dirty and sexy. A Rock God book boyfriend delivered from heaven, even though he doesn’t drink coffee. Quelle horreur!

Through drunk calls, flirty text messages pushing for responses, slip-ups always somehow ending up in naked sex and the heartache I didn’t see coming at all, these two will steal your heart and make you smile. Huge. It’s a total winning cocktail and this series is going from strength to strength, the secondary characters making appearances, the banter between all – but especially with our two leading protagonists – the humour and the hotness, it’s all perfection. An easy read that stays in your thoughts, makes you happy, gives you unicorns and rainbows with a dirty, humorous sexy ride, what’s not to love. T Gephart is now a one click addiction for me.