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“The story reads like a movie . . powerful and intoxicating … and sinfully sexy. GRIP has everything—dynamic characters, soulful plot, and a lesson at the end that will change the way you look at life. One of my favorite reads this year. Maybe ever. 5 massive, gripping stars from me!” — Adriana Lock, USA Today Bestselling Author
Grip leans into me, pushing back my hair and rolling his still-icy beer bottle over my neck. I swallow, but don’t dare look at him, hoping he’ll drop it, but he doesn’t.
“When you grow up on the streets, you don’t just develop a sixth sense.” He captures a lock of my hair and tests it between his fingers. “You have six, seven, eight, nine of ’em, because those instincts could be the difference between death or life. My mom and Jade have so many senses they almost know what you’re thinking before you think it. And even though I’ve never told her, Jade only had to be in the room with us for a hot minute to know I want you.”
I clench my eyes closed and pull in a stuttering breath, trapping my bottom lip between my teeth.
“Don’t do this, Grip.”
“Jade’s right,” he continues as if I hadn’t spoken, hadn’t asked him to stop. “My mom would flip if I brought a white girl home. If I brought you home. Maybe it is bigoted and ancient, but that’s just her. You know better than most that we don’t get to choose our family, but we still gotta love them.”
I don’t respond to that. He knows how contentious things have been between my brother and my parents. Beyond the headlines everyone else has seen, he knows how hard I’ve worked to reconcile them. I moved to LA to help Rhyson with his career, yes, but also to bridge the country-wide chasm between the two factions of my family.
“Like you, I’d do anything for my family.” He comes in an inch closer, caressing under my chin and tilting it up with his index finger. “But if you’d ever give me a shot, I wouldn’t give a fuck what anyone thought. I’d take you home to my mama.”
I’m a little too high and a lot too horny for this conversation, for the stone-hard thigh pressing against me, for the heat coming off his body and smothering my resistance. I try to sit up, hoping it will clear my head so I can make my escape, but his hand presses gently into my chest, just above the swell of my breasts, compelling me back into the cushion. His lips hover over mine, and I will him to kiss me because I’ll make the first move if he doesn’t. After years of not moving, I have no idea how I’ll explain that once the smoke clears.
Sometimes at night after the chaos dies, I think about our first kiss at the top of a Ferris wheel. Just like then, his lips start soft, brushing mine like wings in sweet sweeps, coaxing me open and delving into me. Sampling me, he groans into my mouth and chases my tongue. The rough palm of his hand cups my face, angling me so he can dive deeper. He doesn’t come up for air, but keeps kissing me so deeply I can’t breathe. He tastes so good, I’ll choose him over air as long as I can. Why is it never like this with anyone else? I want it to be so bad, but it never is.
He releases my lips to scatter kisses down my neck. My back arches, and my nipples go tight. He knows that’s my spot. After all this time, he still knows. My neck is so incredibly sensitive, a gateway to the rest of my body.
“You taste exactly the same.” His words come on a labored breath in my ear. “Do you know how long it’s been since I kissed you?”
“Eight years.” He shakes his head, eyes riveting mine in light lent by candles and the moon. “And you taste exactly the same.”
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Resisting an irresistible force wears you down and turns you out.
I’ve been doing it for years.
I may not have a musical gift of my own, but I’ve got a nose for talent and an eye for the extraordinary.
And Marlon James – Grip to his fans – is nothing short of extraordinary.
Years ago, we strung together a few magical nights, but I keep those memories in a locked drawer and I’ve thrown away the key.
All that’s left is friendship and work.
He’s on the verge of unimaginable fame, all his dreams poised to come true.
I manage his career, but I can’t seem to manage my heart.
It’s wild, reckless, disobedient.
And it remembers all the things I want to forget.
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“Ryan continues her streak of amazingly accessible and authentic romantic fiction. Grip is a bold and unapologetic look at interracial romance and does not shy away from any of the ideals and prejudices that most of us are too polite to acknowledge – head on- amidst one of the sexiest, and most provocative true love romances Ryan has penned to date. Break out the fans folks, Grip is aptly titled and sure to make you need a grip! — Sheena, Smexy Books
In 8 years, Marlon James will be one of the brightest rising stars in the music industry.
Bristol Gray will be his tough, no-nonsense manager.
But when they first meet, she’s a college student finding her way in the world,
and he’s an artist determined to make his way in it.
From completely different worlds,
all the things that should separate them only draw them closer.
It’s a beautiful beginning, but where will the story end?
FLOW is the prequel chronicling the week of magical days and nights
that will haunt Grip & Bristol for years to come.
GRIP is the full-length conclusion of their story available NOW here: http://kennedyryanwrites.com/grip/
About the Author:
Kennedy loves to write about herself in third person. She loves Diet Coke…though she’s always trying to quit. She adores her husband…who she’ll never quit. She loves her son, who is the most special boy on the planet. And she’s devoted to supporting and serving families living with Autism.
And she writes love stories!
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Bristol and Marlon “Grip”. One epic history, making like poetry.
This story was like a writing lyrics on the paper, where the characters were constantly changing the verses but always having this strong refrain that would bring them together, where their souls would both join and tuned their heart into the same beat, as one, until the next verse.
The road for happiness was definitely far away. Very far. Two people in love. One complicated and frustrating story, so beautifully written. One week and a ferris wheel later years ago, was enough to fall in love.
Bristol, the fire under the ice, a tough and badass behavior but desperately searching for all her life to be wanted and loved by her family. Always the chaser. Sharp as a knife when it came to work, she was good at it and managing like no one else. She wasn’t letting anyone close to her heart, after witnessing her parents’ dysfunctional marriage, and her history with Marlon, she built a fortress around her and no one was willing to break the walls, until him.
Marlon, captured my heart. Literally. I’m love with a fictional character. His bluntness, compassion and way with words swept me away. I was drawn into the flow of words, this incredible prose, from a man who fought in what he believed and protecting his family. Even with this new status, fame, women and all the things he could do, he remained the same. Knew where he belonged. Damn, a man after my own heart.
You can’t even imagine how deeply this book moved me. I was swept away, transported into their world. A world of poetry where the power of words will make you high. I liked a determined man and Grip was ready to make Bristol his.
Their connection they had?? I melt… and it made my heart race.
He had to work for it and holy hot damn, when Grip was on a mission, all bets were off. Sensual, sinfully hot and steamy. I could feel deep inside that they belonged, that they were right for each other. I was rooting for them. Totally.
I liked to be challenged and Grip was not exception. There was a lot of angst, back and forth between them, moments when I felt like I was going crazy, but the moments when they let go happened, all you can do is to admire the beauty of two souls desperately in love. Transcendent, addictive and intoxicating!
Bristol and Grip took my breath away, after all these tension and frustration that drove me mad, their story was so much more than just a romance, with relevant topics that were rooted in reality (discrimination, racism, …).
Some things made sense to me, resonating for some parts. I don’t pretend that I’ve gone through issues like Bristol and Grip had to overcome, but to some extent I do understand.
Kennedy Ryan brought things to another level with that book. It was extraordinary. She made my heart sing!