Google Giggle Book Birthday Tour Kickoff with Sidney Bristol + Blog post + Excerpt + Contest!

TheInkMeTourBanner02-1I think this is becoming a tradition! 😀 I love helping my girl Sidney Bristol celebrate her book birthdays and I’m excited to help her kick off her book tour for The Harder He Falls.

It’s the second book in her So Inked series. Book 1, Under His Skin made me fall in love with Sid (click HERE for my review). I think The Harder He Falls is even better! *Kermit flail* sooo good! I’ll review on Saturday.

Enjoy our silly chat and Sidney rockin’ her new Diamonds and Tattoos  tank top (Perfect timing on the shirt!) + a fun blog post + a yummy excerpt + a contest!

See? There are so many reasons I love this girl!

(((hugs))) Kat

The Queen of Tarts


 Google Giggle Chat with Sidney Bristol!



♥ Guest Post ♥

by Sidney Bristol

Hello tartlets!

No book release these days is complete without visiting The Book Tart herself. *muwah* Love me some Kat!

InkedLogoThanks so much for joining us today. We’re celebrating all things pin-up, tattoo and So Inked. Tomorrow is the release of the second book in my tattoo artist series titled The Harder He Falls.

Kat and I kind of bonded over this series back when Under His Skin was still a shiny new book kicking off this unintended series.

Some things are really happy accidents.

You see, I never wanted to write Under His Skin or The Harder He Falls, which are books one and two in the So Inked series. Yes, series.

So how did I end up writing a series I had no interest in creating?

Last year Ellora’s Cave had a call out for books all things tattoo. I wrote a little book called Bound with Pearls, but the Editor in Chief took look at me over the internet and said I could do one better. More tattooy.

And she was right.

Take a glance at me and it’s easy to tell I know my way around a tattoo shop. I have plenty of tattoos, with plans for more, so it’s completely understandable that I could do something that embraced tattoo culture. So I started writing what I thought would be a little novella, that grew into a stand-alone novel, that spawned a whole series.

As an author, you put a piece of yourself into every book you write. It happens. It’s also one of the things which makes the us writers a little crazy when other people talk about “our baby.” But all children grow up, and I like to think of my books as adults. It makes that whole sex thing a little less weird when you think about it in that context.

Under His Skin was about healing and moving on. It was a book that spoke to me as I wrote it and helped me. I’ve loved Under His Skin (So Inked #1)hearing stories from readers who were touched by it.

The Harder He Falls is about deciding which path to take. Sometimes we get that choice, and sometimes we don’t. If I had known when I created Kellie that I would write a novel about her, I’d probably have put less of me into the book, but again, writing this book helped me close a chapter of my life. It’s also the first book I ever wrote that made me cry. It also makes me want to go back and take mixed martial arts classes, so there’s a wide range of stuff going on between the covers of this book.


Clearly writing is my form of therapy! What helps you?

One commenter will win a digital copy of Under His Skin, the first So Inked book.





The Harder He Falls

2013 © Sidney Bristol


Kellie  shifted on the wooden bench, still restless. The evening breeze was cooler than normal thanks to a cold front blowing in. It was ridiculous that dropping into the nineties was considered a cool spell, but in the height of Texas summer, you took what you got. She swept her hair up into a knot and tipped her head back. The slight dampness of her skin, courtesy of the ever-present humidity, was a small price to pay for being able to sit outside. She’d shed the formfitting dress for jeans and a tank top and felt more like herself for it.

“How hot does it get here?” Quin plunked down their dinner and sat on his side of the picnic table. Behind him the food truck was starting to pack up.

“Can’t handle the heat?” It was too much to ask that the man be able to cope with everything. He’d sat through the tattoo yesterday without complaint, being a heat weenie wasn’t terrible.

His brilliant blue eyes stood out in the dim illumination of the parking lot light. “When you have A/C, why should you?”

“You do realize that it’s going to get at least ten degrees hotter and stay there, don’t you?” She unwrapped the tacos and inhaled the spicy aroma of peppers and onions mixed with tender beef.

Quin made a show of wiping his forehead with a napkin. “I’m going to melt.”

“Why the hell are you still here then?”

He hefted his burrito and wrapped the tortilla tighter. “Family.”

She nodded, understanding that reason above all others.

They descended into companionable silence while they ate. The garbled sounds of a Tejano station melded with the distant sounds of Highway 75 and the light street traffic up and down Greenville Avenue.

“What are you so wound up about, doll?”

Her head snapped around. Quin watched her with one brow arched.

“What?” she asked.

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“Your knees are bouncing and you keep looking around. Are you expecting someone I don’t know about?” He glanced over each shoulder.

The bubble of anger swelling in her breast burst. It wasn’t Quin’s fault she was suffering from a case of bitchitis.

Instead of snapping at him, she put her taco down and massaged her temples. “No, I’m just sitting on too much energy and not enough time to expend it.”

“Ah.” He nodded as if he understood. “We used to call that the fight or fuck stage.”

It was her turn to quirk a brow at him. She shivered despite the heat. He had a point; one or the other would help. “Fight or fuck stage? What did you used to do?”

“First I was in the Marines, then I used to fight MMA, semipro.”

Her eyebrows crept upward. Mixed martial arts? She saw Quin in a whole new light, and when she looked at him in this proverbial light, he looked damn good. Fighters came with their own set of issues, but as an MMA hobbyist herself, Kellie had to admit that her bad boy draw was sitting across from her. Growing up around the gym meant she’d become more than competent in a few martial art forms. As an adult, branching out into the grappling, wrestling and more violent aspects had given her a much needed outlet.

Kellie grabbed her drink, the cup covered in condensation, and gulped it down to get moisture back in her dry mouth.

“Why’d you stop?”

“I got hurt. Fractured a few vertebrae. Everyone was amazed I could walk after that. Realized there was little to no chance of me coming back from the injury, so I switched over to training. I like it.”

“Do you train around here?” An invisible fist clenched her heart. There had been a time when she would have known the different gyms, who trained where, which ones were worth going to and so forth.

Quin didn’t answer immediately. He chewed his food without haste and took a drink before replying. “I’m transitioning locations. Parting with someone. It’s a little messy.”

Her nose wrinkled. “Yeah, I’ve been there. I’m lucky to have Mary as my co-owner. The guy I worked with before her was a man-child.”

He snorted. “Man-child?”

“Yeah, you know. Frat boy types.”

He tilted his head back and laughed. “That’s a good one, doll. Man-child. I’ll have to remember that.”

The pet name slid over her nerves as if it were sandpaper. “Do you have to call me that?”

“What?” He blinked as if he had no clue what she was talking about.

“Lay off the doll crap already.”

He shrugged. “You look like a doll.”

Her scalp itched and her hand balled into a fist. “You think I look like a whore?” she growled. Moments like these she felt as if she were a passenger in her own body. The urge to do something, or even the man across from her, had her muscles too tense and her nerves strung too tight.

Quin jerked his face away from his cup. “What? No. That’s not what I meant. You’re attractive and exotic-looking. You look more like a doll than a real person.”

Heat crawled up her neck and she was thankful the parking light was their only illumination. It was the most convoluted compliment anyone had ever paid her, and it turned her on even more. She folded her taco wrapper into a neat square.

“You realize the term china doll is what men called Asian prostitutes and war brides?”

“The fuck—no. No, that’s definitely not what I meant. Hey, guys probably hit on you all the time. I figured I had to be a little creative.”

She rolled her eyes. “At least you don’t talk to my boobs.”

His gaze dipped to her chest and her nipples perked up at his inspection. She squeezed her thighs together. This was ridiculous. She was not an animal in heat ready to throw herself at some random guy.

“Well, in their defense, most guys probably only come up to your chest, so it’s not entirely their fault.” One side of his mouth kicked up in a roguish smile.

She chuckled and rolled her eyes. “Yeah, blame it on me because I’m tall.”

“It’s not your fault you’re tall. It’s their fault they’re short.”

Her phone buzzed against her hip. Conversation forgotten, Kellie dug it out of her pocket and unlocked the screen. The home-care provider always texted her when Grandma finally went to bed. She breathed a sigh of relief when nothing else was mentioned, which meant the day had passed without incident. She had all night before she would need to go home and face those troubles. For now she was her own woman.

“Everything okay?”

She glanced up from the phone. “Yeah.”


“So you moved here for family. Wife? Girlfriend?”

“None of the above.”

He was unattached and available. She went very still, the possibilities running through her head.

Quin cleared his throat. “My schedule right now doesn’t lend itself to dating.”

Even better. She laid her palms on the rough wooden surface of the table. “Neither does mine.”

His stillness echoed hers. A predatory awareness came over him, but she wasn’t prey. “That’s a shame.”

She looked him over, even as he did the same. He wouldn’t be the first client she slept with, she wasn’t a saint. But neither did she know him.

“Excuse me.” The food truck cook had walked up on them without either noticing. “I need to load the table, sorry.” He smiled and wiped his hands on the dirty apron.

Kellie swiped the napkin across her face. Had she really inhaled the burrito? Judging by the sad remnants left, yes she had.

“That’s fine. Thanks for the food.”

She rose, gathered up her trash and tossed it in a recycling bin, then leaned against the front of Quin’s truck, out of the way while Quin lent a hand to their cook and helped load the table. Too many thoughts spun around in her head, she needed a minute to get her head screwed on straight, but she wasted those watching Quin’s arms and the way his t-shirt stretched across his back. She pretended she hadn’t been staring when he headed for her, perching her elbows on the hood  and leaning back. The truck’s grille pressed into her back but with her elbows perched on the edge, it thrust her breasts out. As if she needed to draw any more attention to them.

Quin’s gaze roved freely over her body and she could already anticipate his strong touch. He would be an energetic lover, but would he be gentle? Or rough? Did he always have to stay in control? Because sometimes she liked to put a man through his paces.

“I can’t tell what you’re thinking and I’m dying to know.” He stopped less than a foot away.

She smiled slowly, already having a pretty good idea what his answer to her question would be. “I was wondering if you would like to get a room?”


Sidney Bristol ©  2013 – All Rights Reserved

The Harder He Falls (So Inked, #2)The Harder He Falls

Release date: July 19th, 2013 |

Publisher: Ellora’s Cave

Sidney Bristol (Author)
ISBN: 9781419945755 |
Genre: Romance, Erotic Romance
Format: eBook

A woman who doesn’t have time for love…

A hot night full of hotel-destroying sex was all Kellie wanted from her client-turned-sex god. Between family and work, there isn’t room for love, just hot, sweaty lust. An arrangement for mutual gratification is exactly what Kellie wants, but every kiss, each mind-blowing orgasm twines her heart around a man she cannot have.

A man building a new life…

Quinton’s assumptions about the So Inked shop owner are turned on their head after one session under her tattoo machine. Kellie’s not the vandal he’s looking for, but she’s the woman he wants. In his bed, on the desk or under the stars, he’ll take her any way he can get her. But Quin has secrets and someone is out to destroy him. Someone who has their sights set on Kellie now.

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It can never be said that Sidney Bristol has had a ‘normal’ life. She is a recovering roller derby queen, former missionary, and tattoo addict. She grew up in a motor-home on the US highways (with an occasional jaunt into Canada and Mexico), traveling the rodeo circuit with her parents. Sidney has lived abroad in both Russia and Thailand, working with children and teenagers. She now lives in Texas where she splits her time between a job she loves, writing, reading and belly dancing.


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What: Sidney is giving one lucky commenter a digital copy of

book 1 in the So Inked series

Under His Skin

Who: Open to International entries

When: Now- July 27th

How: Leave us a comment telling us…

How about happy Book Birthday to Sidney!


Answer her question regarding therapy tools…

Writing is one of her outlets. What helps you?

How: Winner will be chosen from the commenters via

Good luck!

18 Replies to “Google Giggle Book Birthday Tour Kickoff with Sidney Bristol + Blog post + Excerpt + Contest!”

  1. Hi Sid and Kat! I love this series. I can’t WAIT to check out book 2, so excited. Writing and scrapbooking are my forms of therapy. If I didn’t have them I would go nuts!

    1. *muwah* And the series loves you, too!

      I haven’t let myself look at scrapbooking. I feel like I would fall down that well so far you’d never see me again…

  2. Happy Book Birthday, Sidney! Reading helps me escape into a world of fantasy and is my form of therapy. Thanks for sharing the great interview.

  3. Happy book bday to you once again Sidney! As usual you and Kat put together great videos to inform us all of the GOODNESS we shall be reading once again!! I LOVE the research you do Sidney ! I’m sure a lot of people do that but when your followers watch you all year through… We really become attached and excited to see the end product you create! BTW.. You look great and cheerful as usual and I’m anxious to see the new book as well! I will be traveling this weekend with something new on my NOOK! As far as therapy … I really tend to try and focus on how to make someone else’s day more special like picking up an item that would make them happy like a favorite snack or trinket … And watch them laugh from it instead of focusing on my own issue of the day! 😉 that’s it! Take care! Have a great day dear!

    1. Hi Traci! Thanks for stopping by! Research is one of those things I love doing. Honestly, if I could afford it, I’d probably still be a student!! 😀


    An outlet for me is drinking coffee! Coffee is good for everything 🙂

    books4me67 at ymail dot com

  5. Hmm… I thought I’d posted a comment, but can’t find it 🙂 Happy congrats on the second in this series, Sidney! Looking forward to it and much more!

    As for therapy tools? I’ve found journaling sometimes is helpful for me, but sometimes not. Long walks and talking with friends is usually good, and I also love dance, so the structure of class is very comforting to me and sometimes getting my mind off whatever it is that’s concerning me is helpful too!

  6. Happy book birthday!
    An outlet for me is listening to music.
    Thanks for the chance to win!
    natasha_donohoo_8 at hotmail dot com

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