Release Week Blitz: Fire Inside by Kristen Ashley

FIRE INSIDE by Kristen Ashley

(March 25, 2014; Forever Mass Market; $8.00)


Lanie Heron isn’t looking for love-no surprise, considering her last serious relationship nearly got her killed. So when Lanie propositions Hop Kincaid, all she wants is one wild night with the hot-as-hell biker who patrols with the Chaos Motorcycle Club . . .

For Hop, Lanie has always been untouchable. She’s too polished and too classy for his taste. But when she gives Hop the once-over with her bedroom eyes and offers him a night in paradise, he can’t say no. And he doesn’t regret it when he finds that Lanie is the best thing that’s ever happened to him-in or out of bed. Now the trick will be to convince her of that.

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My Review

(Originally posted here.)

Anyone that follows my blog knows that I am a fan of the one and only Kristen Ashley.

I started reading this book with barely contained excitement. I loved Tack from Motorcycle Man. I loved Shy in Own the Wind.

But Hopper…. Oh my. I would feel terrible to give away what made Hopper over the top my favorite so far from Kristen Ashley’s Denver, Colorado world of sexy, hot, good men so you will have to read. I have a feeling you will know what it is. Hint: It happens in chapter 8.

Seriously. You HAVE to read this book.

I stayed up until after 3am reading until I just couldn’t keep my eyes open anymore. I loved every moment, every up and down that Hop and Lanie had.

When Kristen Ashley’s men find the women they want to be with. They waste no time getting there. They know what they want and they have no problem letting their woman know what is going to happen. Lanie like to throw drama but hop can deal with it because of the type of person he is. (A man will put up with a lot from a woman he has chosen to be with. The same goes for women.)

I was anxious thinking something bad was going to happen to Lanie again in this book since the female lead likes to get kidnapped a lot in her books. the closer I got to the end of the book, the more anxious I was. I thought that the book was going to end on a bad note and I was going to have to wait until the next book. I can give you piece of mind and say that neither scenario played out.

I am still anxious about what bad things will happen in the next book. I fear it will be big.


Hop came out of the bathroom to see Lanie on her feet on the other side of the bed, panties on, hands twisted behind her back putting her bra on. Again.

He didn’t say a word. He prowled to her, reached out an arm the second he was close, yanked her to him and fell to his back in the bed, taking her down with him.

“Hop—” she started, pushing her weight against his arms, but he slid her off him then wasted no time rolling over her and pinning her to his bed.

“Sleep,” he ordered when he caught her eyes in the weak dawn. “After rest, I’ll get coffee, we’ll juice up, then round four.”

She blinked and breathed, “Four?”

“Got lots more I want to do to you,” he informed her and watched her eyes go soft, sexier, then her teeth came out to graze her lush lower lip, also fucking sexy, and her arms slid around him.

But she asked, “What about Tack and Ty-Ty?”

“I’ll make sure the coast is clear,” he told her.

“But they’ll see my car,” she told him.

“I’ll move it,” he offered.

Her hand slid up his back, around his shoulder, and then to his neck where her thumb moved to stroke him.

Her touch was light but, fuck, it felt good. He’d never had a woman touch him in an unconscious way like that, just a touch, a stroke, giving something that meant nothing at the same time doing it without thinking about it meant everything.

“This is just supposed to be one night,” she reminded him quietly, but he saw it in her eyes. She didn’t even try to hide it. She’d bitten off more than she could chew.

He had too and he was nowhere near done eating.

She was cute. She was sweet. She was hot. She was better than he expected and he’d expected her to be pretty fucking good. All that wrapped in a package that gorgeous?

He was nowhere near done eating.

“Change of plans. A night and a morning and, maybe, an afternoon and, possibly, another night,” he amended, and her eyes got softer as her hand slid up to cup his jaw.

“I have to work,” she told him.

“Call off,” he told her.

“I can’t. I own the joint.” She explained something he knew, that she ran her own advertising agency. “And things are a bit crazy.”

Things were always crazy for Lanie. The woman lived crazy. She thrived on it. If there wasn’t crazy, she stirred it up because she couldn’t breathe without it.

“Babe,” he pressed his body into hers, “told you, got more I want to do to you.”

About the Author

Kristen Ashley grew up in Brownsburg, Indiana, and has lived in Denver, Colorado, and the West Country of England. Thus she has been blessed to have friends and family around the globe. Her posse is loopy (to say the least) but loopy is good when you want to write.

Kristen was raised in a house with a large and multigenerational family. They lived on a very small farm in a small town in the heartland, and Kristen grew up listening to the strains of Glenn Miller, The Everly Brothers, REO Speedwagon, and Whitesnake. Needless to say, growing up in a house full of music and love was a good way to grow up.  And as she keeps growing up, it keeps getting better.

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