Donna Reads: Rock Chick Rescue (Rock Chick, #2) by Kristen Ashley

13918CB4-8A3D-4823-97B1-FF312CF1C8BE.jpegThis the second book in the Rock Chick series. First off, what is a rock chick? I have no idea. I guess they think they are bad ass and cool. I still don’t get it.

Our heroine here (Henrietta “Jet” McAlister) had a LOT of promise. She was someone who was living in a situation I am very familiar with. Her mother had had a stroke (both my parents had strokes), and Jet was taking care of her Mom. Her mother had only recovered so far and was struggling to get better. I liked all that about Jet. She worked two jobs, she didn’t have much of a life, but she loved her mother.

That was what I liked about her.

She didn’t have a lot of confidence. I can understand that, too. Her sister was a mostly naked calendar model. I guess that would be enough to give anyone an inferiority complex.

Our hero is Eddie Chavez, a vice cop. I really liked Eddie in the first Rock Chick book where he really had a thing for the heroine, but he didn’t get the girl. I was excited about hearing his story. Eddie is tough, and Eddie is hot. We hear that over and over and over in this second installment. Everyone thinks Eddie is gorgeous.

What I didn’t like about this book is that Eddie didn’t have a lot to do. He was ineffective. I kept waiting for Eddie to have his big moment and do something really cop tough or something really bad ass to save Jet. He didn’t get that moment. Poor Eddie didn’t even get a big “I love you” moment.

It’s obvious that Eddie is crazy about Jet, but he never once utters those three little words. As a romance novel reader, I felt cheated. I wanted Eddie to tell her. The closest he ever got was calling her “mi amor” and saying two or three times “you really don’t have a clue, do you?” Come on, have him say it if she was that stupid.

I did get irritated with the supporting men in this second installment (they are future series heroes). They kept hitting on Jet even though they knew Eddie was crazy about her, and they were supposedly his friends. It didn’t say a lot about their characters. It just made them douchebags.

As in all KA books, she has the women do all the heavy lifting. Jet ran around with Indy (the heroine from book one), and she wore skimpy clothing and high heels and took on all the bad guys. I can understand one lucky kick to the crotch working, but there is no way in hell that every time a woman goes toe to toe with a man that she’s going to come out on top. Even if the criminal/crook/bad guy is a total loser, normal women do not punch out normal men. Sorry. It doesn’t happen.

In this story, Jet’s father is a bum. He’s in trouble with various criminal gangs. He basically puts her in the line of danger, and she allows herself to stay there. She doesn’t ask for help. She doesn’t tell anyone half of the stupid stuff she’s going to do.

I am in fear here of losing interest in this series. I gave up on Janet Evanovich’s Stephanie Plum series because it was all the same book with the same jokes and storylines over and over. I got five books into Plum and decided the grandmother’s hijinks weren’t funny enough to keep me reading. Each book was the same story with different bad guys.

I keep reading KA because I really like the heroes. I just wish they were more heroic. The women don’t need to save the day every time. It isn’t realistic.

A Hoppy Tail

Commander Bun-Bun and Earl the Squirrel met every morning at the tree in front of the gray house to share a kernel of corn and a sunflower seed or two. They’d been meeting every day, and although they each thought the other looked a bit strange, they’d gotten used to one another and didn’t mind the company. The squirrel was good at knowing when the truly good stuff had been put out, and his presence always meant that it was time to put the feedbag on. The rabbit was good at sensing danger. One sweep of his gigantic, twitchy ears, and he instantly knew if that darned black and white cat, the evil hawk or the rowdy brats from across the street were approaching. When he gave the signal, they both ran for cover.

Breakfast went on as usual, with the occasional mumbled comment about happenings in the neighborhood. Other than the new bluejay offspring which everyone already knew about because of their horrendous squawking and screeching when they wanted to be fed, there wasn’t much new going on. All was well. When Earl received a message from his sister, Pearl, that his wife was looking for him, he said his goodbyes and scampered off. Bun-Bun, who secretly envied Earl’s domestic bliss, ate quietly by himself for several minutes. He was concentrating on the seed when he suddenly heard soft footfalls in front of him.

Who was this creature? Could it be? Why, yes, it was a female rabbit. “Um, hi, hello? I’m Commander Bun-Bun,” he addressed the vision in loveliness in front of him. He was almost afraid to blink she was so beautiful. Her coat was glossy, her black eyes shiny, her gaze direct, her whiskers softly twitching, and her ears turned with just the sweetest curve.

“Hi, yourself,” she said. “My name is Hope, but everyone calls me Hoppy. Is this seed for everyone?”

“Yes, yes, it is,” he said, hardly daring to believe his good luck. She wanted to eat with him!

They ate in companionable silence, and slowly but surely, she crept closer.

‘Oh, my Gosh!’ thought Commander Bun-Bun.

She stretched closer, her whiskers twitching in that cute way that made Bun-Bun’s tummy feel all queer and twirly.

Just when it seemed like she was really going to kiss him, he panicked. Was his breath fresh enough? What if he tried to kiss her back, and he missed? Oh, no!!!!!

He was just too excited to stand still. He took off in a wild spin around the tree. He ran faster than he’d ever run before! He dashed a mad dash around and around. As he sped around, he could hear soft chuckles and snickers. She… she was laughing! She thought he was cute, too!

He screeched to a halt, near to his original spot.

“Hey, how you doin’?” he asked, in his best cool bunny voice, trying not to breathe too heavily and trying to appear much calmer than he felt inside. His nose twitched in excitement.

“Ah, Bun-Bun,” she sighed, twitching her nose back at him. “Would you teach me how to dash like that? You have some mad skills. Maybe when we’re through, you could walk me home? And maybe when we get to my door, I might try to kiss you again, and maybe you’ll stand still this time.”

Bun-Bun blushed, not believing his good fortune. He couldn’t wait to tell Earl.

Snoozy the Squirrel 

Here we have Snoozy the Squirrel, caught napping and hiding behind the flowers while his bright-eyed and bushy-tailed sister Snappy waits hopefully in the background. I was handing out peanuts, but Snoozy was just too tired to care. Zzzzzzz. Wake up, Snoozy!