Thursday, 24 September 2015

Tank (Savage Saints MC #2) by Carmen Jenner *RELEASE BLITZ & GIVEAWAY*

Title: TANK
Series: Savage Saints MC #2
Author: Carmen Jenner
Genre: Adult/Dark Romance
Release Date: September 24, 2015

Enter an unsettling world of volatile relationships, hot bikers, and even hotter sex that will have you on the edge of your seat and force you to keep a white-knuckled grip on your e-reader.


Killer. Criminal. Sociopath.

All of these words have been used to describe me, and for the longest time I believed that that’s all I was.

I’m the man you call in to clean up your mess, assuming your mess is a guy who needs a bullet to the head. I’m the man the MC calls when they want their dirty work done.

I’m the man who doesn’t feel.

Until now.

Until her.

Now my mess is a woman who won’t save herself. I’ll fight like hell to save her, but at what price to the club? And at what cost to me?

Warning: TANK contains graphic violence, profanity, drug use, and explicit sexual situations that may be a trigger and cause some readers emotional discomfort. Intended for an 18+ audience only. Not intended for pussies.

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“So, the usual?” Louis asks.

“Yeah.” Tank intervenes by knocking Louis’ arm away when he tries to hand me a menu.

I glare at the obnoxious arse. “I don’t get to decide what I want?”

“Nope.” He smirks, and it’s quite possibly the millionth one I’ve seen today. “I know exactly what you want. You just need to trust me.”

“Okay then,” Louis says. “Coffee?”

“Yes,” I practically shout. “The strongest you have.”

Tank shakes his head. “Get her a latté.”

I swear if looks could kill, Tank would be burnt to a char right about now. No one takes my coffee from me and lives to tell about it.

“Your system doesn’t need any more stimulation.”

“It’s caffeine, Tank, not cocaine,” I argue. “I’m pretty sure I’ll be okay.”

He shrugs, and Louis glances nervously between us again. He looks as though he wants to flee. Tank has that effect on a lot of people. Then again, it could be the fact that I just admitted to being a junkie and at any second he’s expecting me to break out my stash and start snorting lines off of his fancy table. Louis says, “Okay, so latté it is then.”

“No, I want—”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, but your man is too scary to say no to.” He backs away from the table, shouting, “But don’t you worry, it’ll be the best latté you’ve ever tasted. You just sit tight.”

“He’s not my fucking man,” I shout back, drawing the attention of every patron in the room, which is really only two other people, not including Louis and Kerri. I look around sheepishly and then wrap my arms around myself, turning my attention back to Tank. “Stop fucking smirking, you arsehole, or I’m walking.”

“Try it and see how far you get, Warrior Princess.”

“I’m betting I’d at least get halfway down the street before you caught up to me.”

“You wanna test that theory?” He challenges with a grin, though his gaze warms me head to toe with its intensity. “My money says you’ll make it to the door before I drag you back to the table, put you over my fuckin’ knee and spank your arse ’til it’s red raw.”

I let out a deep, shaking breath and lick my lips. Jesus Christ do I want that. I want it so fucking bad. My nipples turn rock hard and Tank’s gaze drops to my black singlet. I’m suddenly hot, wet, and hyper aware of his lingering gaze. This man is going to be the death of me.


 Author Bio

Carmen Jenner is a thirty-something, USA TODAY and international bestselling author of the Sugartown, Savage Saints, and Taint series.

Her dark romance, KICK (Savage Saints MC #1), won Best Dark Romance Read in the Reader’s Choice Awards at RWDU 2015.

A tattoo enthusiast, hardcore MAC addict and zombie fangirl, Carmen lives on the sunny north coast of New South Wales, Australia, where she spends her time indoors wrangling her two wildling children, a dog named Pikelet, and her very own man-child.

A romantic at heart, Carmen strives to give her characters the HEA they deserve, but not before ruining their lives completely first … because what’s a happily ever after without a little torture?

Published titles to date:

Welcome to Sugartown (Sugartown Series #1)

Enjoy Your Stay (Sugartown Series #2)

Greetings from Sugartown (Sugartown Series #3)

Now Leaving Sugartown (Sugartown Series #4)

REVELRY (Taint #1) 

KICK (Savage Saints MC #1)

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5 'Ivy' Stars

Tank is a story of sacrifice, and redemption…and love’s power to heal which was broken.

That's the thing about the broken ones- they're never too far beyond repair, even though it might seem that way. They just need a little glue and the right pair of hands to stick 'em back together.

To love is to hurt.

No truer words have ever been spoken when it comes to Ivy and Tank's story. These two have been through more pain in one lifetime than they could ever think to handle. Yet, they endured.

One day I'll be big.
One day I'll hurt him. I'll squeeze the life right out of him and I'll laugh when he begs and pleads for me to stop. One day I'll be big enough to protect the people I love from the monster, and from men just like him.

Tank and his mother has endured years of violence under the wrath of his father and her husband. Yet, even after years of enduring violence. Beatings, rapes, and emotional and mental abuse. Tank's mother, still weeps over the dead body of her murdered husband.

Ivy is broken beyond repair. Growing up the victim of child molestation, by the one man who is supposed to protect her. Became the one man who broke her before anyone else was able to. Her father was supposed to love her unconditionally, but he became sadistic in his affections. Ivy was forced into drugs by her father, while he passed her over to other child molesters. Pictures, touches, bruises and track marks. Death, blood, and murder. This has been the life handed to Ivy since she was a child into adolescence.

Tank has been in love with Ivy since the first day he met her. Under a bridge, as a starving coke-head while she sucked his cock. For years he hand't seen her, and then one day she shows up at the club. Making a deal with the Prez, in order to get club protection. She became a club whore, never knowing she would love it as much as she did. She ended up falling in love with Tank's club brother, Kick. The club gave her protection, pleasure with pain, and drugs galore.

Ivy uses drugs as an escape from her horrendous past. She only associates pleasure with pain. Being passed around from brother to brother is the only way she knows to live. Learning how to survive with the life she has been given, becomes the breaking point for Tank. He can't sit idly by and see Ivy self destruct, until she ends up over dosing.  

Kidnapping Ivy and taking her away to detox and rid herself of not only her drug problem, but her own demons. Teaching her to live with herself, proves futile. Ivy fights Tank every step of the way. Battling him along with her encroaching demons, takes it toll on Ivy as she continues to lash out daily. Not understanding why? Why would Tank, a bad ass, biker care about her.

Finally, Tank is fed up with trying to clean Ivy up, while she simultaneously attempts to escape and get drugs. With this new revelation, Ivy please to stay and she will clean her act up. Because if Tanks kicks her out, and the club and Kick doesn't want her. Then she has no protection and HE  will find her. He always does.

One thing's for sure-she may not like it, but I'll break that girl of more than just her drug habit by the time I done with her. Because there's nothing that I love more than a girl who needs savin' and someone telling me I can't.

Ivy likes control. She pushes herself to the limit; she likes to be used up. She wants to be hurt, and we've all just been happy to go along with it, because that's the way she controls what happens to her- that's the way she deals with what that sick fuck of a father did to her, and  how it affected  her.

Tank decides to take a different approach. He takes it slow, and Ivy doesn't know how to deal with pleasure without pain. She only knows painful pleasure.

"It doesn't have to hurt to feel good, darlin'," I whisper into her ear. - Tank

"..tenderness hurts someone like me far worse than pain." "I'm a junkie, Tank. 
All I do is hurt myself." - Ivy

Ivy hates him even more because of his cruelty. How dare him pleasure her with such passion. The intensity of the orgasm shattered her. Shattered her image of pleasure. Slowly she started to break free of her metaphorical chains.

With Tank and Ivy dancing around each other, each slowly learning to work together, unleashing their desires, a threat to both Ivy and the club is lurking. Situating themselves until they can each strike and gain a strong hold. over both Ivy and the club.

Tank is the  club's hit man. Any vulnerability would be used against him. He never wanted to admit or let anyone know his feelings for Ivy. Too afraid it would be used against him. But with Ivy's change of mind and trying to detox and turn her life around. It seems as if the impossible is becoming possible for Tank.

Tank and Ivy's story was extremely difficult to read. Especially Ivy's part. Carmen Jenner made me emotional with the opening remarks, and Ivy's story - the gut wrenching pain, the abuse, all the details- pained me so much. Tank's name was synonymous with the type of man he was. Built like a tank, strong and solid. The rock, need to anchor Ivy and chase away her demons. Though they will never be gone, Ivy had learnt how to live without her past haunting her. Affection and tenderness isn't bad, and sometimes a little pain with pleasure isn't bad at all. *Wink wink*

*ARC provided by Give Me Books Promotions on behalf of the author for an honest review* Thanks!!!!

I haven't given him my heart. Up until now, I've been too stupid to see what I had right in front of me, but the fact that this big, stoic, scary-as-fuck biker has given me his heart completely? Well, you can be damned sure I'm going to take care of it, because no one has ever trusted me with that before. No one has ever treated me like I'm the most important thing in their world, until now.

Until him.

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