Warning: This book includes mature content such as: sexual content, and/or drug and/or alcohol use, and/or violence.
Series: Rock Chick #4
on 14 March 2011
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Source: Kindle Purchase
Jules has got a score to settle against the drug dealers of Denver. Vance has made it his mission that Jules won’t get dead while dishing out vigilante justice. Jules doesn’t have time for romance, she’s too busy saving the world and she enlists Zip (the gunstore owner), Heavy (an ex-PI) and Frank (a mysterious recluse) to help.
The Rock Chicks of Fortnum’s Bookstore get involved to provide romantic advice and guidance, none of which Jules accepts at first. The Hot Bunch of Nightingale Investigations adopt Jules as one of their own. Even though Jules tries to hang on to her inner Head Crackin’ Mamma Jamma, the Rock Chicks; Hot Bunch; Jules’s long-suffering Uncle Nick; Jules’s friend the rotund, African-American, Jackie-O wannabe, May; and especially Vance will stop at nothing to wear her down.
But Jules makes some bad guys pretty angry and one is dedicated to taking her out. Vance and the Hot Bunch have to pull out all the stops to keep her alive. At the same time, Jules and Vance learn the true meaning of home but once they find this precious entity they’ve been searching for all their lives, will Jules’s enemies tear it away?
Rock Chick Renegade blew my socks off! Jules is the perfect, kick-ass heroine, and Vance made me melt.
My Rock Chick Renegade review:
I think what I enjoyed the most in Rock Chick Renegade was that Jules actually knew how to fight, use a gun, and take care of herself, plus, Vance actually listened to her when she told him to back off because she wanted to break up with him. Brownie points to Vance for that. Jules’ renegade vigilante justice made so much sense to me, and the way she was ready to not only talk the talk, but walk the walk and fight the fight for what she believed in made me squee and cheer her on.
From social worker to night-time fighter of dope-peddling, Rock Chick Renegade was the kind of story I just got sucked into, and I loved every minute reading it. Even if Vance was intense, and he knew he wanted Jules, he was also smart enough to actually give her some space when she needed it. The only negative I have to say about this story is the no-condom sex… especially because Jules knew Vance had been very active before the two of them hooked up. I, for once, didn’t even care that she was a virgin, because she still knew what she wanted, and was ready to take it.
A lot of lose loose ends from the prior Rock Chick novels were taken care of here, and it all fell naturally into the story and plot of Rock Chick Renegade. Of course, all the rock chicks took Jules under their wing immediately, and seeing her go from loner to someone who knew she had friends at her back made me love her more than I thought was possible. Staying remote to not be hurt definitely was a part of her, but once she opened up, she did so big time, and the way her character matured over the span of the story was amazing, she bloomed like a beautiful pink rose.
Written third person point of view, past tense from Jules’ perspective, Rock Chick Renegade gave me all the feels, as well as plenty of thrills. I’m typing as fast as I can so I can start reading the next Rock Chick novel right now!
Some of my favorite Rock Chick Renegade quotes:
For some reason, I stared at his feet. Most feet weren’t very attractive, but his were somehow sexy. How he could have sexy feet, I did not know, but I figured if anyone would have sexy feet, the unfair laws of the universe that made everything about Vance Crowe sexy would also give him sexy feet.
This reminded me I was pissed-off.
Yes, I was a twenty-six year old virgin. Many women would be embarrassed by this. Not me. I had no interest in sex, relationships or romance and I had no time for it. I was out to save the world, or at least save a few kids. And anyway, people in my life had sad and awful ways of dying on me, Park being the latest. I had to guard my heart and I did, like a vicious, trained Rottweiler.
Three men had walked in and at the sight of them my breath left me in a whoosh. All tall, all dark one looked like the All-American boy gone wrong, but in a good way (a very good way).
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