Release Tour for KEYED UP by Ellie Rice
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Welcome back to Ellie Rice’s Key West, kick up your feet with her latest, KEYED UP, the second installment in her popular romance series. Micah’s got no time for women until he meets infuriating and sexy Ang, while on vacation. Fans of the Manhattan series by V.Theia, Heritage Bay series by MA Foster and vacation romance will devour this insta-lust, hot read.
About Keyed Up:
I’m a smart-ass with a foul mouth and I don’t take any sh–stuff from anyone. I’ve been through some
things that not even my BFF knows about. So, I have only one thing I want from a man, and it isn’t his
bank account. Hell, it’s not even his personality. Appendages are all I need. That’s why I hate Micah. He
had to go being all NICE. But our time is short. Once we leave Key West, everything stops. It’s for the
best. It’s what we both want.
Or is it?
I’ve got no time for women. They require too much attention and if I’m going to build one of the premier
bike shops in Manhattan, I can’t afford to waste time with dating. I have goals. That’s why I hate Ang.
She’s infuriating, sexy, and complicated. All the things I cannot deal with right now. While we’re in Key
West, I’ll indulge. Once we leave Key West, everything stops. That’s what I want.
I admit, at first I didn’t really like this book. The Ang and Micah we meet in the first couple chapters aren’t that great and I couldn’t really connect with either one. But I kept on, and I’m glad I did.
Ang is a smart-mouthed, sarcastic graphic designer. She is in Key West for her best friend’s wedding. Micah is a builder of custom motorcycles, busy opening a second location. He is a friend of the groom and also in the wedding. The two meet a day before everyone else arrives and sparks fly between them. Neither wants a relationship, however. Ang has serious baggage, and neither of them trust love.
As I already said, the first few chapters were hard to get into. Ang seemed so over the top. Micah was almost a caricature of a biker character. But as the book progressed, their characters did as well. They really grew on me.
This book isn’t a favorite, but it’s not bad either. It’s an easy read, good for a relaxing weekend. It does have a lot of humor.
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“Damn, Ang. This isn’t high school. I’m not asking you to be my girlfriend. I think that maybe we could have dinner together
sometimes. Maybe see a movie or something?”
She looks at me skeptically. “So, you’re not saying you want to go paddling up coochie creek?”
I nearly choke on my rice. “Do what, now?”
Ang huffs. “You know. Parting the pink sea, oscillating unmentionables, having a pants-off dance-off, playing pelvic pinochle,
putting ranch dressing in the hidden valley.”
That’s when I burst out laughing. “Oh, you mean releasing the Kraken, having a good rogering, rubbing the fun bits, shrimpin’
the barbie, putting the two ball in the middle pocket, dunking the dingus. Is that what you mean?”
She’s trying hard to contain her amusement but failing miserably. Her smile escapes. “Yes. That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
Leaning back, I study her for a moment then shrug. “I’m not saying we have to rule out assault with a friendly weapon or
aggressive cuddling, but rather enhancing crashing the custard truck with extracurricular activities.”
Ang nods. “So, dinner first, then parking the beef bus in tuna town? I might agree to that. Just don’t get all needy and clingy.
You’re not Ross, you know. You’re not my lobster.”
“You’re no Rachel yourself, firecracker. And we are definitely on a break.”
A strange look flits across her face. One I’ve not seen before. “So, we’re free to have gland-to-gland combat with other
“If you choose. Know this, raincoats are required.”
“Of course,” she concedes.
Throwing a few bills on the table, I stand and offer her my hand. “Come on. I’ll take you home.”
She hesitates for a brief second before taking my hand. When we reach the door, I help her with her coat and take her home.
I’m pretty sure she was expecting me to put the moves on her after our dinner conversation, but I’m determined to prove to
her that I don’t only want to fuck her. I simply give her a light kiss on the top of her head and say goodbye. The look of shock
on her face is totally worth the severe case of blue balls that follows. Lying in my bed, all I can think of is her face. Her green
eyes that shine like emeralds. The light smattering of freckles that covers the bridge of her nose and apples of her cheeks.
Her auburn curls running wild even when she tries to tame them.
Why did I tell her that we could fuck around? Who does that shit? I should physically kick my own ass for that stupid comment
if I could. I haven’t had sex with any one person in over six months, let alone multiple people. And I sure as shit don’t want her
screwing anyone else, but I didn’t want her to think I was being possessive or scare her away with thoughts of relationships.
I’m a complete dumb-ass.
Author Ellie Rice:
Ellie is a wife and mother of three boys. She has a voracious appetite for reading; it’s about as large
as her love of music. Ellie is fluent in sarcasm, song lyrics, and movie quotes. Chances are, anything
you say will remind her of a song or movie and she will quote it to you. Her debut romance novel
released May 2018, after years of hard work. Look for more titles coming soon.