Blog Tour Stop including Excerpt, Reviews & Author Interview – Rolling Thunder Motorcycle Club Bash Series by Candace Blevins

Rolling Thunder Motorcycle Club Bash Series by Candace Blevins

Date of Publication: November 20, 2015

Blurb

Will Angelica save herself, or will she have to be saved? Either way, knowing what Bud and Bash are capable of, do we want to know the repercussions?

Follow Bash, Angelica, and the rest of the MC for the exciting conclusion.

Warning: BDSM activities, intense kink, blazing hot ménage sex, smoldering couple’s sex, danger, intrigue, and more alpha werewolf bad-asses than you’d want to shake a stick at.

This is the final installment of a three book story, with a happy ending and no cliffhangers.

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Missy Fern’s Reviews of the Series:

Bash Volume I – 4 Star Review
Bash Volume II – 5 Star Review
Bash Volume III – 5 Star Review

About Candace Blevins

Candace Blevins is a southern girl who loves to travel the world. She lives with her husband of 17 years and their two daughters. When not working or driving kids all over the place she can be found reading, writing, meditating, or swimming.

Candace writes BDSM Romance, Urban Fantasy, Paranormal Romance, and is currently writing a kick-ass Motorcycle Club series that could be influenced by material from websites such as https://www.sexmature.xxx/.

Her Safeword Series gives us characters who happen to have some extreme kinks. Relationships can be difficult enough without throwing power exchange into the mix, and her books show characters who care enough about each other to fight to make the relationship work. Each book in the Safeword series highlights a couple with a different BDSM issue to resolve.

Her urban fantasy series, Only Human, gives us a world where weredragons, werewolves, werelions, three different species of vampires, as well as a variety of other mythological beings exist.

Candace’s two paranormal romance series, The Chattanooga Supernaturals and The Rolling Thunder Motorcycle Club, are both sister series to the Only Human series, and give some secondary characters their happily ever after.

You can visit Candace on the web at candaceblevins.com and feel free to friend her on Facebook at facebook.com/candacesblevins and Goodreads at goodreads.com/CandaceBlevins. You can also join facebook.com/groups/CandacesKinksters to get sneak peeks into what she’s writing now, images that inspire her, and the occasional juicy blurb.

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qaQ&A with Candace Blevins

Thanks so much for having me here today, and helping me celebrate the release of the final book in the Bash Trilogy!

Q: What attracted you to the supernatural genre?

A: I’ve read urban fantasy since before it was an official genre — anything that brings a fantasy world into our real world in a believable way has always fascinated me.

This universe has been in my head for over a decade — the idea that perhaps we have all of these conflicting mythologies about vampires because maybe there’s more than one kind of vampire. Same thing with shifters, since it would make sense the rules might be different for the various animal species. I wrote contemporary romance for years before I felt I could finally do justice to bringing my paranormal universe to life.

Q: Which character would you want to go to lunch with? Why and where would you go?

A: If she was in a good mood and feeling friendly, Jane Yellowrock — and I’d let her pick the place. She finds cool places. Alternatively, I’d love to do a girls’ night out with Gen, Bethany, Viv, Sam, Harmony, Cassie, and Angelica.

If I were single then the list of fictional males I’d like to spend some time with is very, very, long.

Q: How did you first discover the BDSM lifestyle?

A: I’ve always known I wasn’t normal, but I grew up pre-internet and there was no way to know there were others like me. Luckily, one of my college psych books had an excerpt from The Story of O and I immediately recognized my own needs in the text. Eventually, I found other like-minded people, and from there found the clubs in Atlanta.

Q: What draws you to write about being submissive? Being dominant? What do you get out of both?

A: Write what you know… right? There are only a few authors who accurately portray the intensity, trust, and closeness of a power exchange relationship, and I started out with the intention of adding to the very small pool and checking out websites similar to www.watchmygf.xxx.

Writing from the point of view of both ends of the spectrum lets the readers understand what both parties are getting out of the scenes and the relationship.

After writing the Safeword series for years, my muse needed to play on other playgrounds though, and I’m having fun writing other types of relationships in my paranormal universe.

Q: Where do you write?

A: I used to have a desk in the family room, but now I travel around the house with my laptop. I write in bed, on the sofa in the family room, in the kitchen, on the patio — wherever I want to, basically.

Q: What inspired you to write about Werewolf Bikers into BDSM? Totally makes sense with dominance and submission.

A: My biker series actually isn’t intended to be a BDSM series. Duke is a little kinky and a total Alpha male, but his relationship with Gen has zero BDSM in it, similar to what has been seen in some BDSM videos from websites such as www.fuckedtube.xxx. There’s no negotiation, no agreement — he tells her how it’ll be and doesn’t give her the opportunity to counter his orders.

There isn’t any kink at all between Brain and Harmony — their sex is the most vanilla I’ve ever written.

Bash is more than a little kinky, and his relationship with Angelica qualifies as BDSM because they negotiate most of the power exchange and kink — even the fact she won’t have a safeword is agreed upon beforehand. I don’t intend for the majority of my bikers to follow the tenets of the lifestyle, though.

Q: What are the three most valuable things you learned from writing?

A: Southerners use the word that entirely too much. I had no idea. “He thought that she was pretty.” NO. “He thought she was pretty.” It never bothered me before and now it drives me crazy. This may not seem valuable to someone who wasn’t raised in a household that butchered the English language, but I’ve spent a lifetime learning how to speak correctly after being taught so wrong as a child.

Perhaps this is a realization and not a lesson learned, but I love the way most romance authors help each other and build each other up, instead of tearing each other down. I’ve had one bad experience with another author, where she leaned over at AAD this year and said some horrible things about another author who was wearing a collar and was openly a lifestyle submissive. I’m pretty open, too, but I guess she didn’t realized I’m submissive to my husband as well. It totally broke my heart that an author who writes in the genre thinks the people who actually participate are despicable. However, the fact is I’ve made friends online with dozens and dozens of other authors, and met many of them at conferences as well, and all but one are amongst some of the nicest people I know. In a world where so many women think they have to tear others down to make themselves attractive, romance and erotica authors know you get farther by building each other up and being supportive. Now, if we can just get the rest of the planet on board with that.

And finally, not everyone is going to agree with me or my characters, and that’s okay. There are some people who don’t like my work because so many of my women know how to shoot guns. I don’t write victims, I write kick-ass females who don’t wait around for someone to come along and rescue them. They end up in a relationship because they fall in love, and not because they need someone to rescue them or take care of them or support them. My style of writing isn’t for everyone, and that’s okay. Our differences are what make the world go ‘round.

Q: What were the three hardest scenes to write?

A: I wrote the beginning of Safeword: Davenport while my husband was in the hospital and the doctors were using guarded language — preparing me in case he didn’t make it. I guess it was my way of convincing myself I’d eventually be okay again if I lost him. When they started talking about him going home, I stopped writing the story and didn’t come back to it for about a year. The scene where Dana says her final goodbye to her dead husband on Raven’s Point ripped my heart out.

I’m already writing parts of Gonzo’s story in my head. I haven’t put fingers to keyboard yet, but already, it’s ripping my heart out, too.

I’m not sure I have another scene to add. Lots of scenes have taken a ton of research — the fight sequences in the final Matte book, for instance. I watched hours and hours of MMA fights and training videos and blog posts before writing those scenes. The private fights weren’t hard, they were a lot of fun — it’s the official fights I felt I needed to research, to be sure I got them right.

Q: Harmony’s ordeal with the Russians was so hard for me to read but it was not gratuitous. What is a taboo subject for you? What won’t you write about?

A: I chose to write that scene as almost a report, to distance the reader emotionally as much as possible because the subject matter was so horrific. As for what I won’t write — during Safeword: Arabesque I needed to disable the German Shepherd so the bad guy could get into the house, but I loved him (the dog, not the bad guy) and didn’t want to kill him. I found a way to disable him without doing permanent harm, and I realized I’ll likely never kill a beloved pet — fictional or not.

Teaser

Eight years ago

Angelica

Kayla met me in the bathroom after last period, and watched as I changed out of my super tiny mini-skirt into jeans. God, if my dad saw me in this skirt he’d have an aneurism.

“I can’t believe you lost Brain. God, Ang, he’s the best biker-bitch you’ve had yet.”

Speaking of aneurisms, my dad nearly had one when he found out Kayla called me Ang. He calls me Angel, but says no one else is allowed to shorten my name. One of the reasons I love Kayla is she isn’t afraid of my dad, or any of the other bikers, and she just kept calling me what she wanted.

I shrugged as I buttoned my jeans and stowed the skirt in my backpack. “I got one of the new guys, I’ve only met him a couple of times. He looks like he’s pissed at the world, and I seriously doubt he’s going to be any fucking help at all with my calculus or chemistry homework.”

“He have a cool name?” she asked as we left the bathroom.

“Bash, and best I can tell, it isn’t ‘cause he’s bashful. And damn, the boy is beautiful.” And he’d be so fucking pissed if he knew I’d called him a boy.

“How you gonna break him in?”

I shook my head. “Haven’t decided. He’s actually kinda scary, even for one of my dad’s men. Also, I don’t think he’s that much older than us. I know when he first came, he couldn’t have even the prospect patch yet, ’cause he wasn’t old enough. They treated him like one, which had to suck, but he didn’t get his first patch until a few weeks ago, so I think he just turned eighteen.”

“You know his story?”

I shook my head. “He has a fucked up accent though. He isn’t from around here.”

Kayla showed the assistant principal the note from her mom saying she could ride home with me, and he waved us to the RTMC vehicle waiting in the car line.

I got into the front passenger seat and settled my backpack at my feet as I put my seatbelt on and told him, “Bash, meet Kayla. She’s my BFF and you’re her ride now, too. Not just mine.”

He breathed deep, and I assumed he’d just realized she’s human and not wolf, and I added, “We have a problem, you take care of her first, then me. I can handle myself a few minutes, but she isn’t a fighter. Get me?”

He pulled forward and glanced in his rear view mirror at Kayla before looking forward again. “My orders are to keep you safe, Princess.”

I sighed and leaned my head back, looking at the road instead of him. “Those are your orders from my dad. Thing is, I can make your life a living hell if I want, or I can help make this a cushy assignment until you get your patch. I’ve grown up in the club, I know the drill. When Kayla and I became best friends in the fourth grade, our dads had a talk. Their agreement was she’d come to the house, but never to the club, and there’d be no parties at our house when she’s over. She hasn’t been around ya’ll much at all. Her parents have met my prospect chauffeurs over the years, and they’re mostly chilled about it now, but they’ll need to meet you sometime this week.”

“Basically,” Kayla said from the backseat, “you’re our bitch now. You’re our ride when we need one, and you go get stuff we need, even if it’s tampons at two in the morning. You’ll carry our packages for us when we go shopping at the mall, and if we ask if our ass looks fat when we try on clothes, you’ll be honest and tell it to us straight from a guy’s perspective.”

“And not,” I added, my voice low and deep, “from my father’s viewpoint.” I held my wolf in, so I didn’t growl at him in front of Kayla. “I know you’re supposed to cock-block us, but I also know you can’t actually hurt any of the guys.” He held his hand up, thinking he could silence me, and I said, “Fuck you, asshole. I’ll talk when I fuckin’ want to.”

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