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Ride Steady (Chaos #3) by Kristen Ashley

Ride Steady Book Cover Ride Steady
Chaos Series #3
Kristen Ashley
June 30th 2015

The ride of her life . . .
Once upon a time, Carissa Teodoro believed in happy endings. Money, marriage, motherhood: everything came easy---until she woke up to the ugly truth about her Prince Charming. Now a struggling, single mom and stranded by a flat tire, Carissa's pondering her mistakes when a vaguely familiar knight rides to her rescue on a ton of horsepower.

Climb on and hold tight . . .
In high school, Carson Steele was a bad boy loner who put Carissa on a pedestal where she stayed far beyond his reach. Today, he's the hard-bodied biker known only as Joker, and from the way Carissa's acting, it's clear she's falling fast. While catching her is irresistible, knowing what to do with her is a different story. A good girl like Carissa is the least likely fit with the Chaos Motorcycle Club. Too bad holding back is so damned hard. Now, as Joker's secrets are revealed and an outside threat endangers the club, Joker must decide whether to ride steady with Carissa---or ride away forever . . .

Val’s Review

***6/4/16: Still just as awesome – and sober this time…
6/3/16: Feeling like a re-read today…***

Stars, Stars, and More Stars

Ya’ll remember the candy “Fruit Gushers?”

Visual Aid:


I think of them as being a super lame 90’s candy, but apparently they are still available…*side eye* at you Nabisco…”side eye* at you…

Anyway, I’m not sure if these are (or were ever) sold outside of the US (be thankful non-US sufferers people), but they were – and I quote:

“Hexagon-shaped fruit snacks, the center of each a thick sweet liquid, and surrounded by a chewy gelatinous sugar covering. When one bites into the snack, the liquid inside “gushes” out, hence the name of the snack…”

Yes, yes, sound absolutely scrumptious don’t they?

***Tangent to this tangent Alert***

They even came with awesome commercial visuals like these:








Nucking futs right?

But I digress.

The whole, long-winded point of my even mentioning this is simply for it to be the stepping stone to this disclaimer:


I’m about to make like a squishy ejaculating fruit snack and GUSH some candy colored sweetness of happy ridiculousness all the ish over this review space.



That’s right baby.






If I could do backwards cartwheels, I would do them all over my back yard.

Actually, if I could do forward cartwheels, I would settle for those too.

And do them in my front yard.



For serious though, after reading and pretty much lovingover 40 Kristen Ashley books?

Deacon happened…


Then The Promise happened…


And then…

Wild and Free happened…



And I felt…




But, alas, my faith has been restored!


In all honesty, this book should probably only get 4-4.5 stars from me. ***Updated to reflect this 7/6/15 now that the gush excitement has cleared***

But I don’t even care.

I am seriously so relieved and excited right now that I don’t even know what to do with myself.

So for black-souled, cold-hearted little me, all this excitement is making me blow sunshine, stars, and unicorns right out of my ass.


And here are some reasons why:

1) Peace Out “Honey!”

Anyone who has read any of my other KA review, knows one thing about me.

I fucking loathe the endearment “Honey.”

Because it reminds me of my Grandma…


Personal preference?


Still drive me nuts?


Care that it’s unfair of me?


But for once – praise the Honey Nut Cheerios Bee – the h called the H something – ANYTHING – other than “Honey!!!”

[angels singing in background]

She went with “Sweetie,” mind you…Honey’s cuter, peppier, slightly less geriatric little sister, but still…

NOT Honey!


So I’ll take it.

And I’ll line dance that little cow wrangler all the way to the County Fair hoedown.

And since I’m feeling so sporty-gush, I’ll even let “Butterfly” and her “Googly Foogly” come along too.

2) Forget About 2

This book felt more like the KA I started reading – and then stalking – several years ago.


A lot of people say in their reviews that certain books seem more “Classic KA” to them.

Well, while I get the gist of what they are trying to to say, I don’t always know what that necessarily means to them.

But to me it means this:

The feeling that I got when reading some of my favorites like Breathe, Own the Wind, Fire Inside, and At Peace?

I got with this book.


Kristen Ashley has a way of including little nuances that not a lot of authors include – the small ways someone moves, the exact expression on their face, the exact way people are standing in a candid photograph – small, seemingly trivial details that might seem small, but add so much depth to the characters.

Can she be somewhat formulaic?



Are the majority of her H and h’s VERY similar?



Does she “Baby, “Eyes,” “chin lift,” “cute,” clipped sentence us to death whilst simultaneously strangling us with the threading color of the curtains?


You bet your ass she does.

And. I. Loved. It.


Did it drag a bit toward the end?

A tiny bit.

Was the whole Valenzuela plot line kinda weak?


But. I. Don’t. Give. A. Fuck.

[Because we have seen what KA does with the final culminations of major story line build-ups…

…I’m looking at you The Promise and Wild and Free.

And I will take a plot line side out over butt plugs and magical fighting bunnies any day.]

(That was a Deacon and yet another Wild and Free dig just in case you missed it.)

Because BITTER.

But whatevs!

This was such an enjoyable read for me.

Joker was a really great character who worked to overcome a lot of crappy life circumstances and I liked Carissa a lot too.

There were some WICKED awesome cameos by some of our favorite KA Denver friends and, as always, a fun and quirky supporting cast of new characters.

I really liked some of the character growth that happened in the lives of the supposed “villains” too. And being that KA loves to redeem, who knows who we see in future books…

Anyway, I’m not even sure how to go about wrapping up this train wreck of verbal diarrhea and I’m feeling kind of hazy from the tequila Benadryl I just mainlined because possible seasonal allergies, so I’m out!

Nap time!


****An advance reading copy provided via NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.****