Wednesday, December 26, 2012

ROCK MY BED: Two Page Sneak Peek!

Since I know you all are looking for ward to book two in the BLACK FALCON series, ROCK MY BED, I figured I would show you two pages of the book. Riff and Aubrey are so feisty. I love it and I can't wait to share the entire thing with you! Finger crossed this novel will be out at the end of February 2013 following the 1-29-13 release of ROCK THE BAND. Thank you all so much for supporting this series!

Michelle

***Caution. Rough Draft. Unedited. Not Final Version.***








I tip my head back and listen to the beat of the music echoing down the hallway and readjust my backstage pass. This isn’t the piece of cake first assignment for my best friend, Lanie Vance, I thought it would be. I just hope she isn’t beating the crap out of Noel Falcon on the other side of that red door.
The brick wall is cold against the bare skin on shoulders as I lean against it. This is such a fucked up mess. If I’d known things would get this messy between Lanie and Noel Falcon I might’ve agreed with her that she shouldn’t take Diana Swagger, our boss, up on her offer to meet up with him. Seeing an ex is never easy. I can’t even imagine what I would do if my ex became a rock-God and I was forced to work with him in order to obtain my dream job.
She’s definitely got her work cut out for her.
A few screams at the end of the hall draws my attention. I stiffen against the wall as my gaze lands on Riff, the lead guitarist of Black Falcon. Women rip open their shirts for him to sign their chests as he moves gracefully between them down the hall. My eyes rake over his body. I can see why women line up to throw themselves at him. The hair on his head is perfectly styled into a tall Mohawk that alternates between blonde and black chunk stripes, while his wife-beater tank top shows off a vast array of tattoos covering his broad shoulders and impressive forearms. Riff grins as he signs a couple of bare breasts with a silver Sharpie while another fan kisses his cheek. There’s a light about Riff, maybe it’s purely raw sex appeal, but I swear it’s hard to tear my gaze away.   
I bit my bottom lip just as Riff glances up and notices me. Every instinct in my body advises me to look away because this guy is trouble. The kind of trouble I’ve sworn off of since the last boy-boy I messed around with broke my heart.
I have the worst taste and luck with men.
He holds my eyes with his for a few seconds and when I don’t break our stare a slow, cocky smile spreads across his lips.
Oh shit. Why do I have the feeling that look means I’m in for it?
Riff leans over and says something to one of the security guards and then clamps him on the back before he starts towards me alone.
The girls behind him continue to scream out his name as he leaves them standing there still starving for his attention never looking back. Security holds the crazed fans back and it doesn’t even faze him as heads straight for me.
I swallow hard as my heart hammers inside my chest. The moment is surreal. Since getting to know Lanie in college and learning about her connection to Black Falcon, I admit Riff is the one band member that’s always caught my eye out of the group. There’s just something about him that screams naughty sex on a stick, and I can’t believe he’s heading my way.
My knees grow a little weak beneath me as he stops a couple feet in front of me. Riff smirks as his eyes trail over my body unabashedly, lingering a good while on my breasts beneath my form fitting halter-top. “You’re tits are amazing.”
I flinch and my mouth drops open. “Excuse me?”
His grin widens as he leans into me and braces himself against the wall with a hand beside my head. “I knew it. Red-heads are always feisty.”
Where does he get off? I’m not a prude. I’m down for having all kinds of fun with a random hottie, but just because he’s a fucking rock-star doesn’t give him the right to treat women like random pieces of rump-roast. If any other pick-up line would’ve come out of his mouth he would’ve had a better shot of getting in my panties. Now, he’s just pissed me off.
“Um, ever heard of personal space.” I place my hand on his chest and give him a gentle shove.
Riff’s hand shoots up and wraps his fingers around my wrist. “Feisty and brave. I can only imagine what a night with you would be like. I bet you’re a wild-cat. Here.” He reaches in his back pocket and pulls out a golden piece of paper from the back of his jeans and slips it into my palm. “Meet me out by our bus. Let me have just one night to fuck you senseless.”
I stare down at the paper and it looks like a ticket to an amusement park ride. My fingers crumple the paper in my fist. “What the hell is this?”
He moves his other arm and places his left hand on the other side of my head, effectively pinning me against the wall. Both of his knees bumped into mine as leans into me. Damn my stupid body for getting turned on by this beautiful asshole. I feel my own lips betray me as they part when Riff dips his head low like he’s about to kiss me. I close my eyes and my chest heaves with anticipation. This is wrong on so many levels, but a rational reason to not allow this to happen doesn’t enter my brain.
The door across the hall startles me as it slams shut after a very pissed Noel Falcon flees from the room. Riff watches the back of the lead singer of his band storm down the hall, obviously distraught as he grips handfuls of his own hair in his fists.
Riff shifts his gaze back to me. “Use this ticket and come find me. Security will let you past. We aren’t done with this conversation.”
I open my mouth to protest, but he leans in and kisses me so passionately my knees below me nearly give out. The warmth of his tongue gliding over mine causes a tingle in my belly that spreads down to between my legs. Riff cups my face in the palms of his hands and gives me a final peck on the lips. “Find me.”
Without another word he pulls away from me toward the direction of his band-mate. I watch his retreating backside with my mouth gaping open.
What the hell just happened? Did he really just offer to fuck me for sport and then kiss me breathless?
My heart still hammers in my chest as I unclench my fingers and stare down at the golden piece of paper in my hand. That’s one man I need to stay far, far away from. I just know my sanity and my heart depends on it.  



Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Rock the Heart Celebration Giveaway

As a thank you to my readers I wanted to offer up a twenty dollar gift card (of the winners choosing: Amazon, Barnes and Noble or Walmart) to celebrate ROCK THE HEART hitting the New York Times this week. Thank you all so much for all of your support!!

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Saturday, December 15, 2012

Rock the Heart #33 On New York Times Best Sellers List and Rock the Band Cover reveal!

When I set out to publish this novel on my own I never dreamed I would be writing a blog post like this. I am both shocked and honored by the out pouring of love and support for ROCK THE HEART. It's because of readers like you it hit the New York Times Best Sellers list at #33!

You can see the complete list Here!

It would've never hit this list without my readers. I want to thank each and every person who shared links to the book, reviewed it and told a friend. Your support means more to me then you'll ever know!

I can't wait to share the next story in this series with you all, ROCK THE BAND (Black Falcon Series, #1.5). It's a novella from Noel Falcon's point of view. It's set to release 1-29-13! You can add it to your Goodreads account now!



Book Two, ROCK MY BED (Black Falcon, #2) is due out the end of February 2013! It's the story of Riff and Aubrey, but don't worry Noel and Lane are in there a ton!

Thank you again everyone for all of your support! I truly love each and every one of you!

Michelle

Sunday, December 9, 2012

Sexy Sunday: Rock the Band (Black Falcon, #1.5) Chapter One

To celebrate the adding of ROCK THE BAND (Black Falcon, #1.5) to Goodreads I figured why not go ahead and post chapter one from the novella since you all seem to be missing Noel Falcon already. So here it is, Chapter One of the novella that is due out in about a month from now (still no exact date at this time.) Hope you enjoy it! I look forward to sharing this novella with you!

***CAUTION. UNEDITED. NOT FINAL VERISON.***








Rock the Band


 
Chapter 1

 

 

Light flickered across the room as the bus rolled down the highway. The constant rumble of the wheels below us comforted me as I held the woman I loved in my arms. This was finally home. Everything I needed was on this bus. Lane had finally chosen to give herself over to me and be completely mine.

I traced my fingertips over the soft skin on her bare shoulder as she rested her head against my chest. I admit I was shocked to see her in the bar earlier tonight at the end of my gig.

That Riff could be a sneaky bastard.

 I never expected to see Lane so soon, but he knew how much I had been suffering and took it upon himself to arrange for us to talk things out. Over the few days we where apart after Sophie and Mike revealed they completely fucked up my life, I’d gone over everything I wanted to say to her at least a million times. How sorry I was. How it was wrong for me not to try harder to make things work between us. I should’ve stood up to Sophie after she tried trapping me in a relationship I didn’t want for the sake of a child—a child that turned out to not even be mine.

I closed my eyes and tried not to think about that, and how stupid my thought process was over the whole situation. The idea of being the best father I possibly could’ve been clouded every judgment I made in all the other aspects of my life, including the way I tried to keep my relationship with Lane a secret until I figured the Sophie thing out. It was wrong of me to ask her to be my secret, and the realization hit me hard when I thought she’d left me for good.

The bus slowed down. Our driver, Jimmy, probably needed to hit the head.

Lane stirred in my arms. “Are we nearly there?”

I smiled and ran my fingers through her brown hair. “Not yet. We still have an hour or so.”

I couldn’t wait to get her back to my place in Kentucky. I knew after she saw it, she’d finally agree to move in with me. It was the perfect place for us. When I bought it, I was looking for someplace like my parents place on Cedar Creek Lake back in Texas. As much as I hated to admit it, I missed that place like crazy. One of the best weekends I’d had in a long time was when Lane took me home with her. Hopefully, my place would remind her of being home and safe.

She lifted her head, and placed her chin on my chest. I took a lock of her brown hair and twirl in around my finger. There was odd comfort in doing that. At times I wished it were physically possible to wrap her entire body around me like I did with her hair on my finger. It was crazy to love someone so much, I know, but I couldn’t help it. Being around her made me want to be a better man.

Big Bertha jerked to a stop and Lane pushed her self up on the bed. She raised her arms over her head in a delicious stretch. I tucked an arm behind my head and took in the sight of her bare chest in the moonlight. I bit my lower lip as I trailed my eyes over every inch of her body. It was amazing how fucking sexy she was.

She dropped her arms into her lap and whipped her head in my direction. Her lips pulled in a heart-stopping smile. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

I furrowed my brow, but couldn’t fight back my grin. “How am I looking at you?”

Lane shrugged. “I don’t know, like you’re studying me.”

A chuckle escaped from me as I sat up with lighting speed and pulled her back down in bed with me. I brushed a lock of stray hair from her face and then traced her delicate jaw line. She really was absolute perfection.

“Maybe I am studying you.”

She readjusts her head on the pillow. “Why?”

“Just wondering why you came back to me tonight? I mean, I was fully prepared to grovel to win you back, but I was just giving you space.”

She sighed and brought her hand to cup my face. “I left to give you time to figure things out. You just had your entire world rocked. I didn’t want to add any more drama to your life.”

This was one of the reasons I loved this woman. She actually cared about my feelings. No one had ever done that before. She was the only person who ever put me first in their life. Not even my parents did that. The only time she ever took herself into account was when she left me on that dock, but she was right to do that. I never used to put her first back then, and I see now how shitty that made me. Her leaving me pushed me to succeed. It drove me. In a way, I owe her thanks for that.

I leaned my head down and placed my lips on hers. “You are my world, and you’re welcome to dramatize it all you want.”

Her lips turned up into a smile. “I think it’s time we live drama free for a while, don’t you?”

I nodded and stroked her face.

Drama free? Was there really such a thing? Life for me had always been filled with it. The only time I’d ever experienced true peace was on stage. The surge of the crowd and the heavy thump of the drums always pulled me into almost what felt like another dimension and made me forget all the bad shit in my life. It was true I felt nearly the same way in moments like this one with Lane, but deep down I had to always fight back the fear that someday I’d fuck things up and she would decide to run from me again.

Then it hit me. I needed to make this thing between us permanent. I had to show her I meant what I said earlier at the show, that I was hers forever.

I stared into her green eyes and made a silent promise to myself that somehow, someway, I would make this girl my wife. The mere thought of us being apart again caused an ache I didn’t think I could bare. Yes, giving her my last name would rectify that fear.  

Lane reached up and tapped my temple. “What’s going on in that brain of yours? I know that look.”

Damn. She caught me. I wasn’t prepared to tell her about the thought that had just crossed my brain. She would’ve probably given me the speech about taking things one day at a time. I hated that fucking speech. I was ready to live in the moment—the here and now with her. If she could only see through my eyes for a second, she would know how I felt about her. There wouldn’t be a question on my motives. She would know I loved her to the depths of her soul and how completely she rocked me in every way.

“You’re still doing it.”

I bit my lip. She wouldn’t leave me alone until I gave her an answer. I knew how relentless she could be. I shrugged and replied as coolly as I could. “Just thinking about surprising you with something.”

She raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow. “What kind of surprise?”

“Now, why would I ruin it by telling you?” I teased.

Lane’s lips pulled into a smile. “Guess I’ll have to withhold sex until you tell me.”

I grabbed her around the waist and rolled her over on her back. Every inch of my body covered her nude flesh and my cock twitched at the nearness of her moist heat. I ran my right hand up her side, knowing full well the effect of me being so forward had on her. I pinned her gaze with my eyes and licked my lips.

She squirmed beneath me. “You’re cheating!”

I licked her bottom lip. “How is this cheating?”

Her legs moved further apart and I slid my hips between them. My throbbing dick pushed against her folds. I ran my nose along her jaw and inhaled the intense scent of her hot skin. Fragrances of sweet shampoo and a mouth-watering perfume filled my nose. Every sense in my body went on complete overload by her nearness. I dragged my lips across the flesh of her neck and when she tipped her head back, letting a moan escaped from her parted,  pink lips, I knew she wanted what I was about to give her.  

I slid my hand down her belly until it found the point where our bodies were about to connect. Only one finger glided into her and she bucked her hips against my hand. I ground the palm of my hand against her clit, giving it the intensity she craved. She gasped and closed her eyes. The urge to taste her raged inside me, so I snaked my tongue out and licked from the base of her throat to her chin. Lane opened her eyes and grabbed both sides of my face in her hands and crushed her lips against mine. A primal need to take her, to feel her, pushed through me and a growl rumbled in my chest.

I loved it when she was forceful with me. It turned me on instantly when the need to be pleased in her eyes. She was practically begging for me to fuck her senseless.

“Noel.” She said my name with a mixture of pain and desire in her voice. My breath came out in ragged spurts and I nipped her earlobe between my teeth. The way I felt about her was crazy. It was primal and raw, and I needed to connect with her in every possible way.

I circled her clit with the tip of my finger in a forceful rhythm. Her eyes rolled back and her entire body shook as she came hard against my hand. While she was still in the moment, I grabbed the base of my shaft and guided into her, not allowing her to time to come down from her orgasm.

“Oh. God. Yes!” she cried as I plunged into her.

Knowing I was making her scream like that was nearly enough to drive me over the edge right then and there, but I held back and tried to pretend the feel of me sliding in and out of her wasn’t the best fucking feeling in the world.

Her nails racked along my back all the way down to my ass, where she grabbed it with both hands as I worked her. Lane held my gaze and chewed on her bottom lip. I couldn’t resist. I bent down and kissed her, grazing my teeth along that lip.

“I love you,” she whispers against my mouth. “Forever.”

I closed my eyes. It was the word I’d told her earlier, that I was hers forever. To hear her confirm the same feeling I had nearly caused me to choke up.

Lane must’ve sensed the emotion welling-up inside me, because she pushed my shoulder, forcing me on my back.

I gripped her hips in both hands as she positioned herself over the head of my cock before impaling herself with it. She gasped as she took in my length to the base. Memorized by the site of her, I couldn’t peel my eyes away as she rocked her hips in a steady rhythm. Long strands of her brown hair cascaded down her back and she reminded me of an angel in need of her body being worshipped.

I sat up and wrapped my arms around her and she arced against my hands. Her muscles around my cock clenched, making it nearly impossible to hold back. “Fuck, Lane.”

Both of her hands found my chest as she braced herself against me as she picked up speed. She knew I was getting close and enjoyed getting me off. 

I cup her right breast as I sucked her pink nipple into my mouth. My eager tongue flicked across it as she slammed down hard on me. The warmth of our connection flowed through me as I inhaled the scent of her desire. I leaned back to take in the sight of her enjoying the ride. She was getting close again. I could tell. She always grabbed her own tits when she was nearly ready to come. I watched as she plucked her left nipple between her fingers before rolling it and moaning.   

“You are so fucking sexy,” I told her as I watched her kneed her own breast.

She grinned and leaned in and kissed my lips. I splayed my fingers across her ass and encouraged her to ride me faster. Lane whimpered as she ground her clit against me with each buck of her hips. I loved that I could make her come while I was deep inside her. Most girls I’ve been with, I didn’t care about making sex last long. I was only looking to get off. There never was a connection with any of them. But, with Lane, it was different. Making sure she was satisfied pleased me nearly as much as letting go inside her.

“Come with me,” I whisper roughly in her ear. There was nothing better than that. Mutual gratification between us simultaneously was exactly what I craved.    

Lane’s moaning grew louder as she rode me with determination. She working hard to comply with my request and I watched under my hooded eyelids as she tipped her head back and screamed out my name as she came for the second time.

“Fuck.” The sight of her letting go caused a shudder to rip through my entire body as my cock erupted and I filled her full.

She collapsed against me and I kissed her cheek over and over still craving more of her. “I love you so much.”

Never in my life had I loved another person as much as Lanie Vance, and I knew that now more than ever. I had to figure out a way to make her mine forever.

Sunday, December 2, 2012

Rock the Band: Sexy Novella Teaser!!

So, if you follow me on Facebook you might've seen me say I'm working on a novella to follow ROCK THE HEART (BLACK FALCON 1), and today I am going to post the first snippet from ROCK THE BAND (BLACK FALCON 1.5). This novella and will be from Noel Falcon's point of view. I love getting into his head. He's so much deeper than I thought. I hope to have this out very soon for you all. I don't have a release date for it yet, as it was a completely unplanned addition to the series, but it will be out either the end of this month or January to get you guys ready for book two in the series, ROCK THE BED (BLACK FALCON 2), which is Riff and Aubrey's story. Don't worry Noel fans book two still pushes their story forward, too. I can't wait to share these two stories with you guys!!!

Okay, I'll shut up now and get to the good stuff! Enjoy!!




***CAUTION! UNEDITED. NOT FINAL VERSION***


I leaned my head down and placed my lips on hers. “You are my world, and you’re welcome to dramatize it all you want.”

Her lips turned up into a smile. “I think it’s time we live drama free for a while, don’t you?”

I nodded and stroked her face.

Drama free? Was there really such a thing? Life for me had always been filled with it. The only time I’d ever experienced true peace was on stage. The surge of the crowd and the heavy thump of the drums always pulled me into almost what felt like another dimension and made me forget all the bad shit in my life. It was true I felt nearly the same way in moments like this one with Lane, but deep down I had to always fight back the fear that someday I’d fuck things up and she would decide to run from me again.

Then it hit me. I needed to make this thing between us permanent. I had to show her I meant what I said earlier at the show, that I was hers forever.

I stared into her green eyes and made a silent promise to myself, that somehow, someway I would make this girl my wife. The mere thought of us being apart again caused an ache I didn’t think I could bare. Yes, giving her my last name would rectify that fear.  

Lane reached up and tapped my temple. “What’s going on in that brain of yours? I know that look.”

Damn. She caught me. I wasn’t prepared to tell her about the thought that had just crossed my brain. She would’ve probably given me the speech about taking things one day at a time. I hated that fucking speech. I was ready to live in the moment—the here and now with her. If she could only see through my eyes for a second, she would know how I felt about her. There wouldn’t be a question on my motives. She would know I loved her to the depths of her soul and how completely she rocked me in every way.

“You’re still doing it.”

I bit my lip. She wouldn’t leave me alone until I gave her answer. I knew how relentless she could be. I shrugged and replied as coolly as I could. “Just thinking about surprising you with something.”

She raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow. “What kind of surprise?”

“Now, why would I ruin it by telling you?” I teased.

Lane’s lips pulled into a smile. “Guess I’ll have to withhold sex until you tell me.”

I grabbed her around the waist and rolled her over on her back. Every inch of my body covered her nude flesh and my cock twitched at the nearness of her moist heat. I ran my right hand up her side, knowing full well the effect of me being so forward had on her. I pinned her gaze with my eyes and licked my lips.

She squirmed beneath me. “You’re cheating!”

I licked her bottom lip. “How is this cheating?”



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Thank you guys for all of your support on ROCK THE HEART!!! Because of you all it's currently #44 on the TOP 100 AMAZON sellers! You guys are AMAZING and I love each and every one of you!  Thank you!!

Michelle

Thursday, November 29, 2012

Devoured Blog Tour Stop! Teaser Time!

Today we have the most kick-ass writer I know, Emily Snow, stopping by to tease us a little bit with a snip from Devoured!! I looooved this book so much! If you haven't read it, what are you waiting for?!?!?!

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At last, Kylie turns the SUV onto the private drive to get to my grandmother’s home. Instead of parking the Escalade halfway down the driveway, as she did at the beginning of this evening, she drops me off right at the door.
Before I get out, she grabs my wrist. I try to tug away but she tightens her grip. What was with their family and the unwelcome touching? She flips on the interior lights, and I turn halfway in the leather seat to look at her. Kylie’s gorgeous—in an untraditional way—but right now her face looks 20 years older with the way her features are all bunched up in distress.
Maybe I shouldn’t have ignored her.
Then I admonish myself for thinking that. This is the second time this evening I’ve felt bad for offending Kylie and if this time is anything like the first, she’s about to punch me square in the vagina.
“Just hear me out,” she says, her voice determined. The hardness doesn’t reach her brown eyes. “There shouldn’t even be a question of whether or not you’ll do this. Luke can be a jerk—I’ll be the first to admit that— but he’s offering you an ass load of money to spend 10 days with him. I don’t know the specific terms of the deal he offered you for working for him, and God, I don’t ever want to know, but it has to be worth all this.”
She releases my hand then gestures up at the house.
“I’m not a whore,” I blurt out. “Nothing’s worth feeling like that.”
She scoffs, shaking her head from side to side. “You’re only what you make yourself. And just so you know, if you were that, my brother wouldn’t waste his time pursuing you. He’s got more class than people give him credit for.”

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Rock the Heart Release Day and Giveaway!


As many of you know, ROCK THE HEART released early on Amazon and Barnes and Noble. I was honored and shocked at the outpouring of love the novel received. YOU, my dear readers, pushed the novel into the top 100 on Amazon within TWELVE hours. It peaked at #74 on the list. You guys are amazing, and I can't tell you how your support means to me.

THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!
To celebrate the official release day of ROCK THE HEART I'm giving away three ebook copies of the book. To enter, just complete the rafflecopter below!



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Also, be sure to mark your calenders for the ROCK THE TOUR blog tour featuring all the men from Black Falcon and Striker from Embrace the Darkness. There will be character interviews to allow you to get to know the guys better, as well as Bios, reviews, and excerpts. Check out the schedule below!

Thank you all so much! I am hard at work for the sequel for you!

Michelle


11/21- www.mysecretromancebookreviews.com Interview with Noel & Lane

 11/21- http://katieashleybooks.blogspot.com/ Excerpt

 11/22- http://bookcrazy123.blogspot.co.uk/ Review & Noel bio

 11/23- http://emilysnowbooks.blogspot.com/ Interview with Riff

11/24- http://iloveindiebooks.blogspot.com/ Interview with Trip & Tyke

11/25- http://thesubclubbooks.com/ Interview with Michelle & excerpt

11/25-  http://www.narrativelyspeaking.com  Excerpt & Striker's bio

11/26- http://kellimaine.blogspot.com/  Riff's bio

11/26- http://xwordx.blogspot.com/ excerpt & Trip & Tyke bio's

11/27- http://www.authorkristenproby.blogspot.com/ Interview with Striker

11/28-  http://therisqueredheadreads.com  Book review
 
 
 
 




Saturday, November 10, 2012

Sexy Saturday: Meet Trip and Tyke from ROCK THE HEART

Alright, ladies! So far, we've met Noel, Riff, and Striker from ROCK THE HEART. Today, we're meeting the last two members of Black Falcon, infamous, twin, bad-boys Trip (drums) and Tyke (bass). These two, especially Trip, crack me up with their antics. Hope this tides you over! Only a few more days until you guys can get the whole thing!!! :D











Noel waves at a couple tattooed guys I recognize from the gaggle of Black Falcon pictures I’ve seen. He walks around to the passenger side of the vehicle and opens my door. “Come on. I want you to meet some of the guys in the band.”

I take Noel’s outstretched hand and allow him to help me out. Butterflies tumble around in my stomach. How could I be so nervous? I should have prepared myself more for meeting these guys. What if they totally hate the idea of me staying on the bus with them?

We approach the two men—my hand still in Noel’s firm grasp. I try to pull away, but he tightens his hold. It’s apparent I’m not getting away from him.

The guy with jet black hair and a bandanna tied around his head looks up and elbows the blond guy. They both grin as we approach.

“You didn’t tell us she was unbelievably hot, Noel,” bandanna guy says.

My eyes drop down to the ground, and I run my hand through my hair. I can’t believe he just called me hot. No guy has ever called me hot before. Well, other than Noel, but we have history together. Most guys just refer to me as cute or pretty, but never hot. Are all rock stars so freaking forward?

Noel punches the guy in the shoulder. “Don’t be a douche, Trip. Lane, this asshole is Trip Douglas, one of the best drummers in the business.”

 Trip shakes my hand and glances sideways at Noel with a cocky grin. “The best fucking drummer in the business.”

The blond guy beside Trip chuckles and looks at me. “Noel’s right. Trip is kind of an asshole. But, unfortunately, I’ve always had to put up with him. Tyke Douglas.” Tyke holds out his hand. “The asshole is my brother. My twin actually, but please don’t hold that against me.  And, oh yeah, I play bass in the band.”

I smile at both of them. Now that he mentioned twins, I can totally see the resemblance. The stark contrasts of hair color make them look completely different. Noel’s hand grazes the skin on the small of my back. “Lanie Vance. It’s very nice to meet you both.”


**Not Final Verison. Subject to Change.**


<3
Michelle
 

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Hunky Hump Day Snip: Meet Striker From Rock the Heart

Today, ladies I want to introduce you to the front man of Embrace the Darkness, Striker. His band is known to open for the world renouned, Black Falcon from time to time, and raise a little hell of their own. I can't wait for you all to meet the rest of the sexy men in this novel! November 20th is just around the corner!




A man who resembles a younger version of Steven Tyler takes the seat next to me and orders a beer before turning his attention to me. A blush creeps up my neck when I turn to find him watching me intently. His lips turn up into a smile, and I retrain my eyes back on the bottle in front of me.

The man shoves a strand of his long, black hair behind his ear. “You need another?”

His accent is delicious. There’s something about a British accent that’s incredibly sexy.

I nod. “Sure.”

Mr. Accent gestures for another beer, and I study his features. His black hair hangs nearly to his broad shoulders, and his tattooed hands poke out from the long sleeved shirt he’s wearing. Both of his ears are pierced along with one eyebrow, and his eyes are deep chocolate.  He’s obviously in a band, most guys in here are, but I can’t put my finger on which one.

He turns toward me and holds out his hand. “I’m Striker.”

Ah. That’s where I’ve seen him. He’s the front man of Embrace the Darkness.

I slide my hand in his. “Lanie Vance.”

The bartender returns with the drink and winks at the rocker as she sets it down in front of him.

“Here you go, love,” he says and slides the bottle in my direction. “So, what’s a beautiful lady like you doing in here with this lot?”

I blush again and run my fingers through my hair. “I’m working.”

He raises his eyebrows. “Blimey! You’re a…”

My eyes widen as I realize his mistake. “No!” I nudge his hand. “No. I’m not a…you know. I’m a rep for Center Stage Marketing.”

“Right, I’ve heard of them—out of New York. My record label suggested we look into using them.” He nods and smiles. “Here to pick up new clients then?”

I lean closer to his ear so my voice doesn’t compete with the blaring music. “I’m actually working for Black Falcon on their children’s literacy campaign.”

“They make you travel to this shithole town in Ohio for that? Seems like rubbish to me,” he says in my ear.

I shrug. “Noel and I are old friends. He kind of got me this job.”

He touches my hand this time when he speaks. “Well, an old friend of Noel’s, can I get your name and maybe give you a ring sometime?”

I take a sip of my drink. There’s nothing wrong with giving him my number, right? It’s not like I’m dating anyone or anything. Besides this guy seems cute and genuinely interested in getting to know me.  “I’d like that.”

The rocker picks up his beer and clinks it with mine after he stuffs my cell number in his front, jean pocket. “To new friends.”

“There something you need, Striker?” Noel says behind me.

I turn on the stool. Noel stands there with his arms across his chest as he stares at the back of Striker’s head.

My eyes flick to Striker, and he shakes his head as he turns around and stands. He chugs the last of his beer and sits the bottle on the counter, like he’s in no hurry. “No, mate. I’ve got all I need right here.” He pats the front pocket he slid my number into and promptly turns his attention to me. “Lanie, love, it’s been charming. We’ll be in touch.”

Striker shoulders past Noel without another look in his direction and blends into the crowd of people in the club.

 
****Not Final Version. Subject to Change***

<3
Michelle

Saturday, November 3, 2012

Sexy Saturday: Meet Riff From Rock the Heart


 So far I've only shared Lanie and Noel scenes, but today I want to change that. Meet Riff, lead guitarist for Black Falcon and resident womanizer. He is so much fun to write! I can't wait for you all to get your hands on this novel!!





 
A large crowd gathers by the steps that lead up to the stage area where I am. Cameras flash and I strain my neck hoping Noel’s back from his band meeting. People cram in tight, pushing to gain every inch they can toward their target. Riff makes it to the top step while he signs autographs and kisses some of his female admirers. I sigh—still no Noel yet. I tilt my head, curious as to what it is about Riff that drives the girls wild.

I just can’t figure it out.

Sure he’s really cute, even blind woman would know that, but that alone wouldn’t make me want to sleep with him. Who knows what kind of person he is. I don’t judge if I’m going to sleep with a person based off looks alone.

I’m no slut.

Security cuts the girls off on the stage. “Sorry, ladies, this area is off limits.” I hear the wall of muscle tell the girls as he and his partner holds them back. The girls all whine with disappointment and beg to follow Riff.

My eyes dart to Riff, and he smiles when he catches me staring at him. He walks toward me, his eyes never leaving me once.

“Damn, you’re sexy,” Riff says to me as his eyes rake slowly over my body. His gaze stops directly on my breasts under my tank top. I narrow my eyes at him. He doesn’t seem the least bit bothered I have the look of red death pointed directly at him. He pulls a piece of gold paper from his pocket. “This golden ticket grants you access into my pants when our set is over. Hold on to it tight and give it to security that guards the buses. They’ll let you through. I only give away one or two of those a night. Consider yourself a lucky lady.”

He stuffs the paper into my hands, and I furrow my brows. Is he serious right now? Does he think just because he shoves some gold paper in my hand that I will instantly drop my panties for him? I shake my head and try to hand him back the paper. “No thanks.”

“Not interested?” Riff laughs. “Sweetie, that’s cute, but you don’t have to play hard to get. I know why you’re back here, and I can guarantee there’s no better time to be had than the one you’re going to get with me.”

He licks his lip and runs his hand down my arm. His skin on mine makes my blood boil. How dare he think he can just touch me like that?

I slap the paper into his chest. “I’m waiting for someone you asshole. I’m not some random fucking groupie.”

Surprise registers on his face and then a slow grin. “You’re feisty. I like that.” He tilts his head. “What a shame. We could’ve been pretty awesome together tonight. You know where to find me if you change your mind.”

I huff as Riff lets the piece of paper fall to the ground. It lands by his feet and he smirks at me before he turns and walks away.

What I wouldn’t give for murdering someone to be legal right now. I should kill that asshole for the benefit of all womankind.


***Not Final Verison. Subject To Change***

<3
Michelle
 

Sunday, October 28, 2012

Sexy Sunday Snip from Rock the Heart







When the driver pulls the SUV away from the corner, Noel lets out a sigh of relief, and then pats my leg. His skin on mine is so warm and inviting, which is very dangerous. “Sorry about that. I should’ve had security come in with me, but I figured fans wouldn’t see me if I just ran in to get you.”

I shove his hand off my thigh. “It’s fine, Noel.”

His eyes gaze into mine as he leans his head back against the head rest. “You made it through your first surprise fan attack. Think you can handle all this? My life isn’t exactly sane anymore.”

The expression on his face is serious. He’s testing if I can put up with his new craziness and make it on this tour for two whole weeks. I inspect my arms under his stare. “I escaped your mob of female admirers without one scratch, so I think I’ll live.”

Noel grins—clearly pleased with my answer—and leans in and kisses my cheek. “I’ve missed you.”

Warmth spreads clear down to my toes. The things a simple kiss from this man can do to me are unreal. It should be against the law for someone to be so hot and sweet. It’s definitely an instant panty wetting combination.

Damn it. I’m in trouble.

“Kisses aren’t very professional, Noel.”

He bursts out in laughter and pats my thigh again. “I kind of like this whole hard-to-get game. It’s going to make the sex that much better.”

I remove his hand from me and shake my head. He isn’t going to give up.
 
****Not Final Verison****
 
<3
Michelle

 

Saturday, October 27, 2012

Sexy Saturday Snip from Rock the Heart






Noel answers his cell on the fourth ring. “Yeah?”

I tuck my hair behind my ear. “Noel? Hi. It’s Lanie Vance and I’m—”

He chuckles. “Lane Vance, to what do I owe this pleasure?”

I squeeze the phone tighter in my hand. “Actually, I was calling on behalf of Center Stage Marketing. I’ve been assigned to your account and I wanted to touch base with you.”

“Touch base?” He laughs. “Listen to you sounding all professional. If you really want to touch my base, that can be arranged. All you have to do is ask.”
 
 
****Not Final Version****
 
<3
Michelle

Sunday, October 21, 2012

Sexy Sunday Full Chapters One and Two from ROCK THE HEART

Due to some unforeseen, crappy, real world job circumstances I have to push the release date for ROCK THE HEART to Nov. 20th, 2012.

BUT the good news is my dear friend, Katie Ashley, has graciously volunteered to take my relase day of Nov. 1st, 2012! The Proposition is amazing. You all will love Aidan! Hopefully the steam within its pages will tide you over. :D

http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16...

I’m truly sorry for the disappointment. Believe me, I know it sucks. It’s a bummer for me too. But, I promise this novel will be out on November 20th, 2012 and hopefully you guys will love it!

NOW because I feel like I owe you a little something after doing that...here's the first two complete chapters from ROCK THE HEART and a pitcure of my muse, Adam Levine! Hope it tides you over.

<3
Michelle

**Not Final Verison**




Chapter 1

 

This is the most uncomfortable seat in the entire world. The stiff leather chair nearly swallows me whole with its high back, and the bare skin on my legs stick to the seat. It’s also stifling in here. If I didn’t know better, I would say someone left the heat on in the middle of July. A bead of sweat trickles down my spine and I reach across the table to pour a glass of water.

I can’t believe I’m this nervous. It’s only a board meeting for crying out loud.

The glass meets my lips and I gulp down a drink.

My best friend of four years, Aubrey, reaches over and pats my wrist. “Sweetie, it’s fine. This is no biggie.”

I muster up a smile and nod. Of course it’s no big deal to her. She’s been through countless marketing meetings. This is my very first one. Sure, I’m only an intern, but proving myself is the way I will earn a spot at Center Stage Marketing.  Something I’ve wanted since my freshman year in college.

Aubrey and I both earned degrees from University of Texas and she somehow landed an assistant position to one of the top executives in the company. They actually pay her to be here, while I’m just the annoying tag along in training.

Diana Swagger, one of the most respected female marketing executives and the president of the firm, strides in and takes her seat at the head of the long table, which fills most of the room. She’s put together from head to toe—not one red hair out of place on her well groomed head. Her black suite screams money and respect, and from what I’ve heard about her in the staff lounge, she’s a no nonsense type.

Aubrey clicks her pen next to me, ready to jot notes for her boss. Even though I’m only here to observe, I mimic her actions and do my best to pretend like I belong.

“Can anyone read the goals we discussed two weeks ago?” Diana asks while she unbuttons her jacket.

A middle-aged man to Diana’s right rattles off a list of topics that might as well be said in a foreign language. None of the projects Center Stage currently has going are products or companies I’m familiar with, but I keep my eyes trained on him like he’s the most interesting person in the world.

“…And we received the go ahead from Black Falcon’s people to proceed with the children’s campaign,” he says.

This automatically catches my attention. Black Falcon hits a little too close to home. Most people know them for their music, but I know them because of their front man, Noel Falcon. The star-studded rocker is a huge part of my past. There isn’t one childhood memory that he’s not in. 

Diana makes a note on her yellow, legal paper. “Good. Now we need a volunteer to go down and wine and dine Noel Falcon for a few days. We need him to know we are serious about his charity.”

Everyone at the table quickly busies themselves with their paperwork in front of them. All of them avoiding Diana’s stare.

Diana peers around the table. “No one is interested in this? Harold?”

The man to Diana’s right looks up at her and adjusts his glasses. “Sorry, Diana. Rock stars aren’t known for workings well with us boring add types. Last time I personally tried working with one, he blew me off, then became irate that his marketing wasn’t what he had envisioned. No offense, but this isn’t the type of account I’m willing to take on again. It’s a time suck.”

Diana leans back in her chair, steeples her fingers together, and presses them to her lips. “Is no one interested?” Her eyes scan her employees one more time—all of them avoiding her stare—before they land on me. “How about you? You seem to be the only other one interested in this account.”

Shit. Eye contact is a pain in the ass.

I swallow hard and my hand clutches my throat. “M—me?”

She leans forward in her seat. “I’m sure Mr. Falcon would surely give a young, pretty thing like you the time of day. All you would have to do is get him to spend some time with you and then find out exactly what his vision is for the children’s charity Black Falcon is heading up.”

My throat suddenly goes dry. How can I face Noel again? I want to scream at the top of my lungs I can’t, but I know if I want a job at Center Stage I need to be a yes woman until I get my foot planted firmly inside this door.

I can do this—talk with an old friend in a very professional level. This might be a piece of cake.

I take another huge gulp of water, trying to calm my nerves, while Diana stares expectantly at me. If I let my history with Noel slip out she might yank this opportunity away, and I can’t let that happen. Not after I’m so close to landing my dream job.

Aubrey nudges my leg under the table. She knows I’m stalling. She’s heard the stories about Noel.

I set the glass down, deciding it’s best to keep my relationship with him private, and nod my head. “I would love to take on this job for you.”

Diana smiles and leans back in her chair. “At least someone is willing to go the distance for this company. What did you say your name was again?”

“Lanie…Lanie Vance.”

Diana makes another note on the paper in front of her. “Does anyone have Black Falcon’s tour schedule? We need to get Ms. Vance to their next show and get things rolling on this.”

Harold types something into his tablet and quickly says, “Black Falcon’s next show is tomorrow night in Houston Texas, then it appears they have a break until Rock on the Range in Columbus, Ohio a few days later.”

Tomorrow? I scrunch my nose. That’s a hell of a lot sooner than I expected. When I volunteered for this, I figured I would at least have a few days to mentally prepare myself. What in the hell am I going to say to Noel? Sorry for stomping on your heart four years ago? Oh and by the way I’m only here to land my dream job.

I resist the urge to bury my face in my hands. What have I just gotten myself into?

No, I have to look on the bright side. Houston is only about thirty minutes from my hometown. At least it’ll be a free trip home for the weekend. It’s been a couple months since I’ve seen my parents, and I miss them like crazy. New York is a hard place to get away from.

I can do this, right?

“Someone schedule this girl a flight for tomorrow immediately and give her the run down on this charity so she’ll know what information we need from the band,” Diana says.

When I open my mouth to tell Diana I’ve change my mind, Aubrey says, “Ms. Swagger, I would like to volunteer to go with Lanie. She’s only an intern, and I would love to go along with her and show her the ropes on navigating clients.”

Ms. Swagger nods. “Okay then, I’ll allow that. Go ahead and book a flight for yourself and one for Ms. Vance and then report back to me on Monday after the initial meeting.”

I slump back in the chair.

This may be the worst decision of my life.

Aubrey leads me into the hallway after the meeting is over. Every nerve in my body zings with adrenaline. This is it—my big break to show Ms. Swagger I deserve a job in her company—that I’m a marketing slave. The only problem is facing Noel. 

Aubrey grabs my wrist and yanks me into the supply closet. “Oh. My. God.” She shakes her head and her auburn curls bounce around her shoulders. “I don’t even know what to say. On one hand I’m thrilled you’ll have the chance to show these stuffy assholes around here some of those mad marketing skills, but on the other I’m freaked the fuck out. Noel Falcon, Lanie?”

I sigh. “I know. I know, but what was I suppose to do? Tell Diana no because I have a painful history with the lead singer of Black Falcon? There’s no way I could admit that to her. This opportunity just fell into my lap. I’d be crazy not to jump all over it.”

Aubrey grabs my hands and squeezes them. “You’re right. You can get through this. It’s only Noel Falcon. We go down there and take him to dinner. You’ll be fine because I’ll be there the entire time for moral support.”

I wrap my arms around slender frame. “Thank you for doing this with me.”

She pulls away and pushes my dark hair back before resting her hands on my shoulders. Her emerald eyes stare at me.  “You’re welcome, sweetie. Now there’s only one thing left to do…” Her lips twist and she picks at my shirt.

I raise an eyebrow at the mischievous look on her face. “Oh, no. I know that look.”

Aubrey’s grin broadens. “Where’s the closest mall. I can’t wait to see Noel’s jaw hit the floor when he sees you.”

I roll my eyes and do my best to look displeased, but deep down I can’t wait to see that either.

 

Chapter 2

 

The last chord of the song still hums in my ears. I can’t believe I’m out here in this blistering heat. The sun beats down on my back and I just know my fair skin is going to scream at me later. But I have to be here, even if it is the last place I ever wanted to be—front row of my high school boyfriend’s concert. God knows where he gets the inspiration for his music from.

The lead singer from the opening act walks back on stage in his tight, black, leather pants and ripped up shirt. The crowd behind me is predominantly women because my old boyfriend is a rock-sex icon now. They scream even louder when the rocker grabs the microphone off the stand.

Two fights broke out behind me during the last band’s set, so I’m a bit nervous to find out what’s going to happen when the main act goes on, but I’m not leaving this spot. I’ve waited out here since the gates opened at noon to get center stage. I want the best view possible to lay my eyes on the first boy I ever really kissed.

            “You guys are awesome. Thank you so much.” The singer smiles, and the rampant crowd of horny women shove against one another even harder to get closer to the stage. “Are you ladies ready to drop your panties for Black Falcon?”

That gets them pumped up again. I look behind me and watch the waves of people scream and yell in excitement.

            My ears ring, but I don’t want to look like a total wuss and stuff my fingers in them in the midst of all these hard-core rocker chicks. That might get my ass kicked.

The middle aged woman behind me screams out Noel’s name followed by an ‘I love you’ at least ten octaves higher than her normal voice. The woman shoves into my back, and I crunch into the iron fencing in front of me.

            “Give it up for BLACK FALCON!” the rocker screams, and my insides jitter. I’m not sure why I’m nervous. It’s not like he’ll even remember me. He sees tons of women every night, and after a while, faces probably all start to look the same to him

            My gaze instantly glues to the stage. The lead singer, Noel Falcon, enters from the right and looks just like I remember him—tall and lean with shaggy, dark-brown hair. He’s not the goofy boy I knew anymore. The past four years have been good to him. Really good. He wears twenty-two well. The dark, scruffy hair on his jaw line brings out the blue in his eyes, and for a second, I kick myself for the night we broke up.

            Noel stops center stage, wearing a sexy grin, as he takes in the arena packed with his adoring fans. He’s close. I can practically reach out and trace the intricate tattoos on his arm if I want to. The spotlight beams down on him, and he points a finger out to the throngs of people in the upper deck. The crowd goes nuts, but I stand there simply awestruck. Not because Noel Falcon, one of the hottest rockers on the planet is five feet in front of me, but because it’s Noel Falcon, the first boy I ever loved. He used to be my best friend. The guy I thought at one time was my forever.

            Noel pulls the microphone off the stand. “Wow!” He steps back and laughs as he stares around. He looks unbelievably hot in his jeans and tight, black t-shirt. “I can’t tell you how great it feels to be back in my old stomping grounds. I grew up not far from here, so tonight—”

            “I LOVE YOU NOEL!” shouts the lady behind me again, practically right in my ear.

            Noel flicks his line of sight down and makes eye contact with me. Surprise registers on his face, and he pauses for a brief second, even though it feels like an eternity to me. “So tonight—” he says, still staring at me. “—is a very special night. It gives me a chance to revisit my past. See people I haven’t seen since high school. The good and the bad.” Noel’s gaze leaves me, and he glances back out toward the crowd. “Are you guys ready to rock?”

            Noel’s band starts off with a fast song, and every person in the arena thrashes around. Pumping their fists and jumping around like crazy Mexican Jumping Beans.

            “Oh My God, Lanie. He totally recognizes you!” Aubrey squeals in my ear while grabbing my arm.

            “No he doesn’t.” I attempt to blow her words off. She has no clue how intense mine and Noel’s relationship was back then. She’s only heard stories.

            “Hello? Are you kidding me? He even just said high school when he looked at you. We have to put these passes to use and get back stage,” Aubrey shouts as she bounces in time with the beat—her long, auburn hair trailing down her back. Tonight for her is all about fun and the possibility of meeting one of the hottest bands around, but for me…I’m not really sure what I expect from tonight. Noel’s always been the ‘what if’ for me. The one who got away.

            Noel straps his guitar around his neck and then haphazardly slings it over his shoulder. He grabs the mic with both hands and brings it to his full lips. It reminds me of the way he used to kiss. He always put his entire soul into everything he did, which included the way he loved me.

            “Look at me. I see you now. The way we used to be…” Noel sings in perfect rhythm.

            The smoothness of his voice fills my ears, and it takes me back. I close my eyes and listen to his words and remember all the times we sat out on the old boat dock overlooking the lake that separated our two childhood homes. That was our spot. The place we met in secret so many nights. The first place he sang to me. The first place we made love.

            It was also the place where our love ended—where I told him to give up on his foolish dreams to become a rock star and do something sensible, like me, and go to college. I knew I broke his heart when I said I could never be with a dreamer because dreams don’t pay the bills.

            Look at what I knew.

            He totally made it, while I’m still struggling to land my perfect job in this tough economy with my ‘sensible’ degree.  Life without him these last four years has been lonely.

            A tear rolls down my cheek. How silly was I to listen to people, that Noel was a loser going nowhere just because he loved music.  We could’ve been happy. We could’ve beaten the odds. But, I guess that’s something I’ll never know. Just another old chapter in my life I need to walk away from because it’s too late.

            I open my eyes to take one last look at Noel. His eyes close as he belts out the chorus. Sweat beads illuminate his face under the spot light. He’s truly beautiful. But he’s a stranger now. Someone I used to know. It’s time to quit torturing myself and move on. I’ll just have to kiss the job at Center Stage goodbye. 

            “Aubrey, I need to get out of here. I can’t do this,” I shout to my friend.

            Her pink lips twist. “Why? Because of him?” She points to Noel.

            My eyes flit up to Noel’s face, and at that very second, he looks down at me while he strums his guitar. His eyes hold mine for a second before I glance back at Aubrey and nod. “I have to get out of here. This is like torture.”

            Aubrey’s whole body slumps like a deflated balloon. “You know we can’t do that.” She sighs. “You have to suck it up and talk to him. You won’t get a job and I’ll lose mine. Diana doesn’t mess around.” She takes my hand and pulls me through the crowd. I glance back and watch a pile of girls shove their way into our spot.

            The out-door arena is so loud I can hardly hear my own thoughts. We make it to the back of the crowd just as the song ends. People are screaming Noel’s name while they’re waiting for the next song to begin. When it’s oddly silent, I think about taking one last look before I walk out on him again—one last look to remember him by.

“This next song goes out to the girl who shredded my heart without hesitation back in high school. It’s called Ball Busting Bitch, and Lanie, this one’s for you.”

My entire body freezes and I feel my mouth go dry. What a dick. The blood in my veins boil and my fingers shake as I resist the urge to storm the stage and punch him square in the face.

On second thought that sounds like a fantastic idea.

I lunge forward and Aubrey snags my arm. “What the hell are you doing?”

“I’m going to kick his ass,” I snarl.

Aubrey rolls her emerald eyes. “As much as I would love to see you do that, it’s impossible and you know it. The guy probably has ten hunky body guards to protect him from the likes of you. Besides we have to be civil to that cretin, remember?”

My shoulders slump in defeat. Oh, right. I have a job riding on getting Noel to like me. The last thing I want to do right now is talk to him, let alone be nice to him, but what choice do I have?

“You’re right. Let’s just get through tonight, get the info we need, then get our asses back to New York where we belong.”

Aubrey wraps her slender arm around my shoulders and gives me a little squeeze.  “There’s the Lanie I love. Come on. Let’s weasel our way backstage and get to work.”

My fingers rub over my aching forehead. This is a bad idea, but I reluctantly tell her okay. She grabs me up in a tight hug—her vanilla perfume super strong in my nose—and then leads me toward the restricted area sign with our backstage passes tight in hand.