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Review: Fish Stick Fridays (Half Moon Bay #1) by Rhys Ford

Deacon Reid was born bad to the bone with no intention of changing. A lifetime of law-bending and living on the edge suited him just fine—until his baby sister died and he found himself raising her little girl.

Staring down a family history of bad decisions and reaped consequences, Deacon cashes in everything he owns, purchases an auto shop in Half Moon Bay, and takes his niece, Zig, far away from the drug dens and murderous streets they grew up on. Zig deserves a better life than what he had, and Deacon is determined to give it to her.

Lang Harris is stunned when Zig, a little girl in combat boots and a purple tutu blows into his bookstore, and then he’s left speechless when her uncle, Deacon Reid walks in, hot on her heels. Lang always played it safe but Deacon tempts him to step over the line… just a little bit.

More than a little bit. And Lang is willing to be tempted.

Unfortunately, Zig isn’t the only bit of chaos dropped into Half Moon Bay. Violence and death strikes leaving Deacon scrambling to fight off a killer before he loses not only Zig but Lang too.





You know, I’ve never read a Rhys Ford book I didn’t absolutely love.  Of course, this is no exception.  It comes as a surprise to absolutely no one that, even though this one is quite a bit different from her others, I adored everything about it.

Fish Stick Fridays is lighter than her normal fare.  Yes, there’s still guns and violence but not to the extreme that you usually see when it comes to her stories.  

Deacon is a bad boy.  He’s been in trouble with the law on and off since childhood.  He’s a fucked up mess.  A fucked up mess who, for some reason, the state saw fit for custody of his sister’s little girl.  He wants her to grow up better than he did, hell, better than she has so far, so he picks up his life and moves them both to Half Moon Bay where he’s bought a run down mechanic shop, hoping to make something of his existence.  Hoping for normal.  There, he meets Lang.

Lang owns the local bookstore just on the other end of the little shopping plaza where the auto shop is located.  Though he also owns pretty much the whole town, he doesn’t flaunt it.  You see, Lang has some secrets from his past that he’s trying so very hard to forget.  He’s looking for his own bit of normal, whatever that is.   

Deacon, a big, strong gorgeous motorcycle enthusiast.
Lang, a beautiful, demure, book nerd.
A love story about opposites attracting and overcoming the odds to be together.

Sounds great, right?  Heh.  You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.

Because, you see, this story may have a romance in it and it may even be the main plot but that’s not what this book is really all about.  No, this story is so much more than that.  And that’s all due to Zig.

Zig.  Zig Zig Zig.  Man, I love that girl!  A tiny little eight year old with more attitude than an episode of Ru Paul’s Drag Race.  Zig wears tutus with combat boots.  She gets into fights and she cusses so much she could make a sailor blush.  But the wonderful thing about her, and this is testament to the author’s writing ability, is that she isn’t precocious.  Even through all of her bluster and grumpiness you could still see the young, scared child that still sleeps with a night light and just wants to make a friend.  A very realistic portrayal of a girl who’s had an extremely hard life up until now and is just trying to figure out where she fits in with this crazy thing called Life.

I could wax poetic about Rhys’s writing ability.  I could go on and on about how descriptive her words are and how she can make you feel like you’re not just reading the story but actually living it with the characters.  I could tell you about how she makes you laugh and cry and shout out angrily when evil’s afoot.  I could even squee and flail around about all the Labyrinth and The Princess Bride references she sneaks into the story.  But why would I when you can just experience the awesomeness for yourself?  Go read the book, people.  It’s a great story.





***An ARC was provided by the author in exchange for an honest review.***


For more info on Fish Stick Fridays check it out on Goodreads 


Author Visit: KA Merikan


Today, the wonderful KA Merikan are taking over the clubhouse and bringing you news of their next book, The Devil's Ride. Over to Kat and Agnes...

Hop on the bitch seat and ride with Tooth, the feared vice president of the Coffin Nails motorcycle club. No one wants to end up in his dentist’s chair, deep underneath the club compound, but his bed? That might be another matter. Lucifer, the bastard son of Tooth’s friend, is used to doing things his way, and being under supervision of the most intimidating man he ever met is the last thing he wants. At least until he understands that there’s no place safer than the mattress at the feet of Tooth’s bed.

I enjoy stories with plenty sexual tension that for one reason or another can’t be resolved right away. That’s the case with The Devil’s Ride. Tooth and Luci can’t, or rather may not be together for a variety of reasons, and with danger lurking right behind the corner, the stakes are getting higher with every chapter. The book will be out on December 5th, and if you want to know more, here’s the blurb and an excerpt :) There’s also a pinterest with some inspiration for the book: 



--- You don’t fuck with the club president's son. ---


Tooth. Vice President of the Coffin Nails Motorcycle Club. On a neverending quest for vengeance. The last thing he needs is becoming a permanent babysitter for a male hooker.
Lucifer. Fallen. Lost. Alone.

After a childhood filled with neglect and abuse, followed by his mother’s suicide, Lucifer set out into the world alone. There was nothing for him out there other than taking it one day at a time. As the bastard son of the Coffin Nails club president, Lucifer never got much fatherly love. So when the Nails show up at the strip joint Lucifer works in, the last thing he expects is to be put in the custody of Tooth, the Nails Vice President famous for his gruesome interrogation techniques. The man proves to be the sexiest beast Lucifer has ever met. He’s also older, straight, and an itch Luci can’t ever scratch.

Tooth’s life came to a halt twelve years ago. His lover got brutally murdered, police never found the perpetrators, and all leads were dead ends. To find peace and his own justice, Tooth joined the Coffin Nails, but years on, he’s gotten nowhere with the case, yet still lives on with the burning fire for revenge.
Babysitting a deeply scarred teenager with a talent for disappearing is the last thing on his bucket list. He promised himself to never get attached to someone like him again. To make sure the openly gay boy is safe in the clubhouse, Tooth is stuck keeping an eye on him. The big, blue, attention seeking gaze is drawing Tooth in, but fucking the president’s son is a complete no-go, even when both their feelings go beyond lust.

What Tooth doesn’t know is that Lucifer might hold the key to the closure Tooth so desperately needs.

WARNING: Contains adult content: a gritty storyline, sex, explicit language, violence and abuse. Inappropriate use of dental tools and milk.

POSSIBLE SPOILERS:
Themes: Prostitution, Outlaw Motorcycle Club, organized crime, homophobia, family issues, coming out, discipline/punishment, organ snatching, hurt-comfort, age gap
Genre: contemporary gay erotic dark romance
Length:  ~ 125,000 words (Standalone novel, no cliffhanger.)

Excerpt from the book
They climbed to the second floor and went into the corridor where Tooth lived.
“Why are you my designated guardian, anyway?” Luci looked up, and it was the first time he noticed a tattoo on Tooth’s neck. A small bloodied tooth. He wasn’t sure what to think of it.
Tooth opened the door to his room and let Lucifer in first. “Why do you think?”
“‘Cause you’re calm and possibly not homophobic?” Luci looked Tooth up and down as he walked into his cell backward.
And there it was, a smile he’d managed to press out of that brutish-looking man. “And I am reliable,” said Tooth, closing the door behind him.
“You’ll do all Priest asks for?” Luci pouted and sat on his mattress on the floor.
Tooth smirked and walked over to the closet. Was he intending to make himself look good for the girls at the party? “No. Of course not.”
Luci peeled his eyes out to see Tooth change. He was still waiting to get a glimpse of Tooth’s chest, and judging by the way the tank top hugged his body, it would be a feast for the eyes. “You know Priest well though, right?”
He began brushing his hair, and it felt so nice with the new brush. It wasn’t a shitty one either, it looked like something professionals used. Tooth must have asked someone for advice to bring him something like that.
When the tank top came off, Luci found himself staring, and it seemed everything slowed down when Tooth stretched, looking through his stuff. He had amazing pectoral muscles, with a bit of dark hair in between. And a ripped stomach.
“Yeah, It’s been twelve years.”
“Since you joined the Nails?” Luci watched the club tattoo on Tooth’s muscular back. Oh, God, he could crawl onto it and kiss it all over, then have Tooth turn around and suck him off like there was no tomorrow.
“Yeah. We’re good friends, but there are times when we disagree.” Tooth finally pulled out a T-shirt, and Luci wanted to howl in disappointment.
The long breath he’d let out was actually trembly. “Like when?”
Tooth chuckled and hid his gorgeous body beneath a well-fitting T-shirt that showed off his shape in just the right way. “Club matters. Can’t say.”
Luci wondered if Tooth brought girls to this room. He imagined himself on the mattress, watching Tooth naked, fucking some girl like a beast, with the strength Luci knew all too well by now. “If I meet someone tonight, can I bring them here?”
Tooth raised an eyebrow at him and pulled on his beard. “No. I’m sure you can live without sex for a few days.”
“Would you bring someone here?” asked Luci, making sure it sounded indifferent.
Tooth walked over to the fridge and pulled out two cans. He tossed one to Luci and straightened up, opening his own. It was plain soda. “No, it would complicate things. When I want to fuck, I find somewhere suitable.”
Luci needed to stop thinking about Tooth fucking, because the mere idea that he would get to eventually see Tooth naked if he stayed was taking his mind off his escape plan. And he had one.

About the authors
K.A. Merikan is a joint project of Kat and Agnes Merikan, who jokingly claim to share one mind. They finish each other's sentences and simultaneously come up with the same ideas. Kat and Agnes enjoy writing various kinds of stories, from light-hearted romance to thrillers. They love creating characters that are not easy to classify as good or evil, and firmly believe that even some villains deserve their happy endings. It is easiest to find them in galleries, restaurants and historical sites, always with a computer or notebook, because for Kat and Agnes, every day is a writing day. Future plans include lots of travel, and a villa on the coast of Italy or a flat in Paris where they could retire after yet another crazy venture, only to write more hot gay romances.

As K.A. Merikan, Kat and Agnes have published a number of books, which cross genres while always being gay romances.


More information about ongoing projects, works in progress and publishing at:
K.A. Merikan’s author page: http://kamerikan.com
Agnes Merikan’s Twitter: https://twitter.com/AgnesMerikan


Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/KAMerikan/