Monday, December 30, 2013

My Favorite Chapter Written in 2013

So as I'm reading all the excellent posts about the best books of 2013, it's got me thinking about my most favorite chapter I've written this year. After a lot of thought, I've decided CHAPTER 4 from the novella, ROCK MY WORLD is my favorite and I want to share it with you all. This chapter shows just how far RIFF/ZACH has really come since we'd met him in the first book, ROCK THE HEART. He went from a womanizing man-whore to a man with a purpose and this chapter shows this so well. I think I'll always have a soft spot for Riff's Oreo-lovin' ass. He's a very special guy. Thank you guys so much for making 2013 kick-ass for me and my guys in Black Falcon.

Love,
Michelle





Chapter 4
ZACH

Seven hundred and thirty-seven messages? Holy fuck. That’s what I get for not keeping up with this fan site. This is going to take me a month to sort through. I lean back on the brown leather sofa and close my eyes, completely overwhelmed with the amount of work to do. I’m tempted to say fuck it and take a nap instead, but I know that’s not fair to the fans. This is their outlet for their passion about my work. How can I ignore that?
I take a deep breath, grab a snack pack of Oreos from my bag and then get to work. It’s a painstakingly long process, but to see their giddy responses when they realize I’ve replied personally make it all worth it. Before Aubrey, this was the place I came to feel love. My fans poured it out to me unconditionally and I soaked it up. That’s actually why I started bagging so many groupies. There’s nothing like being someone’s everything.
“You got a minute, son?” I glance up from the computer screen to find the Judge leaning against the door frame into this impressive den. “There’s something I would like to discuss with you.”
I glance down at the clock on my computer. Damn. I’ve been answering messages for an hour and a half and didn’t even realize it. Aubrey should be back soon, but I wonder why her father wants to talk to me without her present.
Fuck. This can’t be a good sign.
I swallow hard. “Sure.”
I stand and follow Judge down a short hall into an office. There’s a very classic look in here, with chocolate walls, cherry bookcases and a matching desk. There’s even a bottle of Scotch, accompanied by four glasses, sitting on a side table.
The Judge’s eyes follow my line of sight. “You want a drink?”
This is probably some sort of test on his part. If I accept the drink, he’ll automatically think I’m a partying alcoholic, but if I refuse, he’ll think I’m lying.
“Sure,” I answer, but don’t plan on drinking the entire thing.
He walks over and removes the glass cork from the Scotch, pouring two glasses half-full. After handing me a glass, he walks around his desk and sits in the high-back chair. His eyes study me intently as we sit in silence, staring at one another.
Judge sits the glass on his desk and leans forward in his chair. “I’m not a man to beat around the bush about things, Zach. I’m very direct, and I don’t keep what I want secret. If more people were like me, the world would be a better place. We would all know where we stand with one another.”
This sounds like the intro to a speech about him not liking me very much. Instead of starting an argument with the father of the woman I love, I simply nod my head like I’m in total agreement. I could be wrong about him, after all. I barely know the man. “I like directness.”
“Good, because I’m about to lay it all out for you.”
Oh fuck.
“Why are you dating my daughter?”
That’s an easy answer. “Because I love her.” There’s no waiver whatsoever in my voice as I speak my truth.
He stares at me a long moment before he continues. “I can see that you believe that, but I know your type—the here today and gone tomorrow guys. I have to be honest with you, Zach. I don’t want that for my little girl. She’s too good for that. She deserves a man that’s stable and isn’t going anywhere.”
I flinch, but understand his reservations. My past isn’t a favorable one. “I can assure you when it comes to your daughter, sir, I’m not going anywhere.”
He sighs. “I was afraid you’d be stubborn about this. You leave me no choice.”
He slides a print out of some sort towards me. “What’s this?”
“Your sealed record.”
My eyes grow wide as they scan the record of my historical brushes with the law. “How did you get this?”
He frowns. “I’m a judge, son. I can get access to anything.”
“But, why do you have it? Aubrey already knows about all this. You telling her won’t stop her from being with me.”
He nods in agreement. “That’s true, but the press would have a field day with something like this, wouldn’t they? It’d be a shame if this was leaked somehow.”
I shoot up from my seat, sloshing my drink around before I slam the glass down on his desk. “Are you threatening me?”
His eyes grow wide for a second and I can tell for a split second I’ve rattled his tough exterior. “Calm down. This could be a threat, but I would prefer to think of it more as a bargaining tool.”
“What do you mean—a bargaining tool? What do you possibly stand to gain by smearing me across the press?”
“My daughter.”
I shake my head. “She wouldn’t leave me over that.”
“No, probably not. My daughter is fiercely loyal—gets that from me, so she’ll stick by your side. That’s why you’re going to leave her.”
“No! There’s no way in hell I’m going to leave her. She’ll understand.”
“She may, but I took the liberty of pulling the other band members’ histories as well. Trip Douglas appears to have some dirty secrets too. I don’t think Trip would appreciate his secrets being shared with the media, or being made public. If you don’t walk away from Aubrey, then you’re going to force my hand. I’ll tear your band apart.”
My pulse races under my skin, causing my hands to shake. Was I really such a bastard this man would ruin the lives of other people to keep me away from his daughter? Can’t he see I’m a changed man? I fucking worship the ground Aubrey walks on. I’d never hurt her. Why would he try to stop a love so pure?
“Why? Why would you do this? I told you I love her. Isn’t that enough?”
“No. It’s not. I want her with a man who I know will always take care of her. I’m not getting any younger, and I don’t want to leave this earth with the fate of my daughter in the hands of some young punk who’ll ruin her life at some point.”
“I won’t do that. I have more than enough money to give her an even better lifestyle than this place if she wants it!”
“For now you do. What happens in ten years from now when your band breaks up and the money stops? What then? You going to drag her down with you?”
His words feel like a fucking smack to the face. He’s right. I have no other skills. None. Music is everything to me. I’ll never stop doing it, even if I don’t make another penny for it. It’s in my blood. I can’t give it up.
The other thing that kills me is the fact that he’s right. While Black Falcon is on top of the fucking world right now, I know that won’t last forever. There’s always another fame-hungry band ready to out-rock you and steal your fans. God knows we’ve taken enough breaks and cancelled enough shows to leave half our fans pissed off. What happens when I can no longer give Aubrey the life she deserves?
“I’m going to take your silence as confirmation that it’s sinking in? You and I both know she’s not the girl for you. She needs to be with someone like Brady—a guy with his head on straight, and a solid future. You shouldn’t be selfish and stop that from happening for her.”
I pull my eyes up from the floor and stare at him. I have no doubt he’d smear both me and Trip to the press if given a chance. While we know about each others pasts and have moved on, it doesn’t mean the rest of the world will.
I sink my head into my hands. As much as I love Aubrey, I don’t want to be the one to hurt her someday. I don’t want her to resent me. She deserves the best life she can possibly have—the nice house, a husband home every night, kids.
God. Kids.
The last part stings the most. I’ve never let the fact that I can’t have kids bother me before, but knowing I can never give her something like that fucking kills me.
The thought of Aubrey pregnant, with a soft glow, smiling as she carries my baby inside her taunts me like a nightmare—one that, no matter how much money I have, will never be fixed.
I sigh, knowing that deep-down I’m still a fucked-up loser who doesn’t deserve my red-headed goddess. “What do you want me to do?”
“I want you out of her life. For good.”
“I can’t just leave her here. She’d expect an explanation, and I don’t want her to know what an evil dick you are. It would ruin her whole perception of you.”
He laughs bitterly. “Very well. Finish out the weekend here, and on Monday I want you on the first plane out of Texas and forget she doesn’t exist.”
My lips pull into a tight line. “I might be on a plane, but you’ll never make me forget her.”  
I don’t give him a chance to say anything else before I storm out of the room, grab my computer and head for the car. I can’t stay here one more second and listen to him tell me that he’s ripping the one thing I care about in this world away from me.
I toss my shit on the passenger seat and crank the car alive, nearly squealing the tires as I back pull out onto the street.
I rub my forehead vigorously as I come to a red light. “FUCK!”
My entire body shakes as it hits me that once again I’ve lost everything that’s important to me. The light turns green just as my eyes burn and tears stream down my face.
Anger wells inside me, and I pound the steering wheel with my hands. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!” I scream at the top of my lungs.
How is this happening? This isn’t what’s supposed to happen. It’s me and Aubrey against the world. I should go back and tell him to go ahead and tell the fucking world I killed my family. It wouldn’t matter if he did. I’m nothing without her anyway.
I slam on my breaks ready to turn around and the car behind me blares its horn, pulling me back to reality. I can’t go back. That would make me a selfish prick, just like the Judge says. I’d destroy Trip, probably royally fuck the band, and never allow Aubrey the chance to have a baby.  
I take a deep breath and mash the gas. I can’t be here anymore. If I can’t have her, I can’t see her. I won’t be able to play it off that everything is fine. She’ll know. She’ll see how fucked up I am.
I park the Fusion in the hotel lot and head to my room. I let myself in and stare at the rumpled sheets on the bed, picturing her naked body laying there, begging me to take her. My chest constricts and suddenly I find it hard to breathe. I crawl into bed and bunch the sheets up in my arms, burying my nose in the soft cotton as I inhale her scent.
“I’ll always fucking love you,” I whisper, doing my best to picture Aubrey in my arms.
The next thing I know someone’s pounding on the door. I shake my head and stare down at the sheets and pray the last few hours of my life was a fucking nightmare. I drag myself out of bed and yank the door open.
Aubrey’s face twists the moment she sees me. “Really, Zach? You couldn’t wait on me?”
I sigh and close the door behind her. I’m a fucking idiot to think I wouldn’t have to see her again. All her shit’s here. “I’m sorry alright. I was tried and you were taking forever.”
“I was only gone two and a half hours. I thought you were okay with waiting. If you didn’t want me to go, all you had to do was say so.” She crosses her arms over her chest and waits for me to apologize.
More than anything I want to. I want to tell her I’m sorry for thinking I could have her—that I’m worthy of her. But as I stare into her eyes, all I feel is shame for the hurt I know I’m going to cause her soon.
She frowns and closes the distance between us so she can touch my face. “What’s wrong?”
I glance over at the bed and lick the corner of my mouth, fighting the sting in my eyes. I can’t let her see me break. “Nothing. Just tired.”
“Did something happen while I was gone?” There’s a slight inflection in her voice. “The Judge trying to scare you off? Because if he is, don’t let him. No matter what it is—I won’t care. I love you.”
I open my mouth to tell her exactly what her father is trying to pull, but quickly close it. I don’t want to be the reason she never speaks to her family. God knows I wish I still had a family to be close to.
I close my eyes and lean my forehead against hers. Can I really give this up?
“Zach, you’re scaring me. Please tell me what’s wrong.”
Shit, this isn’t going well. I need a distraction. If I keep on thinking about this I’m going to drive myself insane.
Without warning I wrap my arms around her and pull her into my chest and kiss her like it’s the last time I’ll ever get to taste these lips. Her eyebrows rise for a second, but she quickly relaxes into me and grabs my neck. I hate keeping shit from her. I want to be honest, but I can’t. I have to keep this shit to myself and figure out how in the hell I can make all this go away and still keep her. I’m not ready to let this go, not by a long shot. 

 

A Black Falcon Christmas Scene (In Case You Missed It At Shh Mom's Reading)



A BLACK FALCON CHRISTMAS SCENE
“NOEL”



Big Bertha has never been so fucking beautiful. I have to hand it to the girls, they’ve gone all out decorating for Christmas. For the first time in a long time, the rest of the guys and I will spend the holiday surrounded by a woman’s touch. I know I’ve said it before, but I really didn’t know how much I was missing until Lanie marched back into my life. Sitting here, on this bus, surrounded by all my boys from Black Falcon and Lanie—all is right with the fucking world.
I tighten my arms around Lanie and she sighs, showing me how content she is just being here with me. “I can’t wait to give you my gift,” I whisper in her ear as we watch Riff and Aubrey exchange presents.
She twists her neck and stares up at me with her big, green eyes. “I thought I already received my gift this morning.”
I chuckle and think about the sexual escapade we shared earlier where I gave her at least five orgasms. “That was just an appetizer for what you’ll be getting later tonight. I owe you a few more orgasms, but until then, I have a real gift for you.”
“Noel…” Lanie reaches up and runs her fingers down my scruffy jaw-line. “You are my real gift. You’re my everything.”
“God, I love you.” I tip her chin up and plant a soft kiss on her lips.
I know it probably makes me a pussy for admitting this, but when she says shit like that, my fucking heart melts. I love knowing that I’m her everything because she is my forever. “Come to the back of the bus with me.”
She nods and pushes herself up from my lap just as Trip glances up at us from the floor. “Where are you two going? None of us want to hear you guys fucking back there. It wouldn’t be fair to the rest of us.”
Holly smacks Trip’s chest. “Couth, Trip.”
“Ouch!” He rubs his hand over where she just smacked. “You hurt my tittie, sweetness.”
Holly shakes her head. “Just because they are going in the back doesn’t mean they’re getting it on.”
Trip shrugs. “I’ve been around this bus a little longer than you, babe. Trust me. If you see Noel and Lanie or Riff and Aubrey heading to the back, they’re about to fuck.” He points to Tyke. “Ask him. These walls are paper thin, and we can hear every ball slap and every fucking moan.”
Aubrey throws a cushion from the couch she and Riff share with Tyke and it smacks Trip in the face. “Gross! Holly, please do something with your man.”
Holly shrugs, her blonde hair falling over her shoulders. “I’m trying. Training takes time.”
Training?” Trip warps his arms around Holly’s waist and nudges her down on to the floor. “You wish. I’ll show you training.”
I smile and shake my head before turning to lead Lanie to the back bedroom. Laughter from the rest of the group follows behind us as we step inside the small room and shut the door.
Moonlight slips through the blinds and dances across Lanie, making it just light enough for me to make out every curve of her body and the sexy grin on her face.
“Care to explain why we need to be in private for you to give me a gift?” Lanie questions while threading her dainty fingers through mine. “We aren’t having sex while we have an audience, so I hope you don’t have that in mind.”
I give her my most wicked grin. “I bet I could make you change your mind if I wanted to. I know how pissed you’d be at me afterword, so I won’t torture you by turning you on. But, I do have something I want to give you—something that’s private between the two of us.” I reach in my pocket and pull out the necklace I had specially made for her. I take her hand and drop the charm with a picture of our dock on it in her palm first, followed by the silver chain. I close her fingers around it. “I feel like this sums up the story of us. Every time I see a dock, or a body of water I always feel a connection with you. Our love is steady like this dock in a body of uncertain water. No matter how much things change around us, I know we are solid.”
She unfolds her fingers and pulls the charm up to eye level for inspection. The moment the picture comes into view, tears glisten in her eyes before one falls free and slides down her cheek. “Noel…” she whispers my name and my heart thumps in my chest as I beat back all the emotions I feel so I don’t come undone. “It’s beautiful and so thoughtful. I’m almost embarrassed to give you my gift now. It will pale in comparison.”
I cup her face in my hands and wipe her tears with my thumbs. “Lanie, I could never ask for a greater gift than your love.”
  


 

Monday, December 2, 2013

New Series, Phenomenal X, Cover Reveal and HUGE Giveaway

Today is a very special day for me. I get to show you all the cover to a book I've been working on for quite some time now. Growing up in a house full of brothers, I became a wrestling fanatic at a very young age. I've been to live events more times than I care to admit, and now that I'm a mom I've gotten my five year-old addicted too. I know professional televised wrestling is a show, but it doesn't stop me from picturing these guys as modern day gladiators. I love the adrenaline that flows when a certain wrestler's theme music comes on, and they come out of that tunnel to the ring. The energy that one man in a crowd of thirty thousand can produce is crazy. If you're a fan of wrestling, you know exactly what I'm talking about.

So with all that being said, I felt like it was finally time to jump out of the rocker scene for a bit (don't worry I haven't forgotten about TYKE) and move into another story I'm equally passionate about. The story of Phenomenal X focuses on a young man who has had a VERY hard life. The only break he ever caught was getting noticed by a wrestling scout. If it wouldn't have been for that, there's no telling where this guy may have been today. While he's grateful for the new life he's been given, there's a terrible secret that weighs heavy on his soul. X, as I like to call him, has been very clear while telling me his life story to ensure I get it right. My heart breaks for his struggles and I can't wait for you guys to read all about him. I think you all are going to love him.

The female lead in this story, Anna, is a young woman that's dealing with her own problems. Not everyone's family is perfect, or even nice, and sometimes there's no other choice but to leave everyone you've ever loved behind and start anew. I've known people like Anna, so while writing her story I can relate to the fact that people like her really exist. She may just be my most favorite heroine yet.

Now that I've given you a little background on the two main characters of the novel, let me introduce you to their epic love story...PHENOMENAL X:

 Synopsis


A Good Girl. A Notorious Bad-Boy. One Phenomenal Love.



From the mean streets of Detroit rises the newest superstar of professional wrestling, Xavier Cold, better known as Phenomenal X. His muscular physique makes men cower before him and woman lose their minds with desire.

Anna Cortez is fresh out of college and naive to the harsh realities of the real world. Tired of living under the thumb of her conservative family, she defies them when she accepts a job as the assistant to wrestling’s most notorious bad-boy. Phenomenal X has an animalistic nature that even good girl Anna finds hard to resist.

One night forced to share a bed in a sold-out hotel, lines blur between them and they quickly learn that one lustful night changes everything and neither one of them will ever be the same.


Add it to your GOODREADS!!!

  Release Date: TBA

Excerpt:

 He smiles and a tingle erupts in my belly before spreading throughout the rest of my body. He’s got a great smile, and paired with those gorgeous blue eyes of his, that’s a deadly combination of sexiness. I imagine many women have lost their ever-lovin’ minds because of that smile. “What’s your name, beautiful?”

My heart does a double thud as I swallow hard and try to remember what my own name is—seems like that smile is causing me to go a little batty myself, plus this stunning man just called me beautiful.  “Anna Cortez.”
His eyes dance with amusement. “Cortez…” The way he rolls my name off his tongue sounds so sensual and naughty. I believe he’s trying to turn me on and make me squirm on purpose for turning down his stupid autograph. “Is that Spanish?”
“It is,” I answer simply. “It means courteous.”
“Ah, sassy and smart, I see,” X teases, or at least I think he’s joking—doesn’t seem like he’s pissed or anything because he’s still grinning. “It’s nice to meet you Anna Cortez.”
“Like wise, Mr….” Oh damn. Do I call him Mr. X, or do I refer to him as Mr. Cold like the flight attendant did? I hate being stuck in these awkward social situations. I never claimed to be a big people person.
Luckily for me, X fills in the gap. “You can call me Xavier.”
Things begin to click for me. “Is that where X comes from?”
He nods. “It does.”
I bite my bottom lip as I wonder out loud. “How about the Phenomenal part?”
His eyes flick down to my lips and then back up again. “I could tell you, but I think it’d be a whole lot more fun if I showed you where that portion of my name comes from.”


Giveaway: 




Monday, October 14, 2013

The Elite Invitation Cover

Title: Elite Invitation
Author: Michelle A. Valentine
Release Date: TBA

Reveal Organized by: I Love Indie Books





Synopsis:

No names.

No faces.

No identities.

That’s the rules at Elite.

Just as nineteen-year-old Carly Hutchinson’s life falls on hard times, she’s offered a job at Elite, a secret organization that provides beautiful women to wealthy men with no strings attached. With an ill mother, and a special needs little sister to look after, she’ll do whatever it takes to keep them from losing their home and keep their heads above water, even if that means auctioning off her most prized commodity—her virginity.
Doctor Gabriel Jenson is a hungry medical school student ready to play ball in the big leagues. Power, money and success drive him to accomplish things that most men would never dare go after. When Gabriel receives an invitation to join the city’s most exclusive gentleman’s club, he can’t pass up the opportunity to prove he belongs.
When Gabriel wins Carly’s virginity as the highest bidder, he can’t help to be taken with the young woman and finds himself at a crossroads. Even though both of their identities remain hidden, he can’t close the deal and take his prize. He needs her to submit for more reasons than just money. Sex alone with this woman isn’t going to be enough and he’s willing to break all the rules to claim her.















Friday, September 27, 2013

Rock the Beat Naughty, Naked Teaser and Release Date


 My Dearest Readers,

I'm going to be MIA until my next Black Falcon book is finished. This book really is trying to kill me, I think. I'm not happy with the way things are currently sitting with it. I love the story, but there are some kinks I want to work out. I've talked in detail with my beta readers and my editor, and explained the way I feel about the plot and the over-all feel of the characters, and I think what's best for the book is to push the release back a couple weeks so I can have more time to get it where I want it. I want to give you all the best possible version of this book, so I'm going to push the release date of ROCK THE BEAT back to October 31st. I hope you all can forgive me—just know this is the BEST thing for this book right now. I know you all are anxious for Trip’s story, and I promise I’ll work as hard as I can, foregoing lots of sleep, to get it to you. Thank you all for sticking with me on this crazy ride! Here's a Trip teaser as a peace offering.

Much love,
Michelle


Add it to your Goodreads!

***CAUTION. NOT FINAL VERSION, COMPLETELY UNEDITED.***


I throw my hand over my face to shield myself from the glare as I sit up. I place both feet on the hardwood floor below me and push myself off the bed, tugging my night shirt down around my thighs before heading for the bathroom still half asleep.  

My mouth opens and I yawn as I open the door to answer nature’s morning call. My yawn quickly turns into a sucked-in breath as my wide eyes land on a tanned, toned, and very naked Trip standing at the bathroom counter brushing his teeth. My eyes zero in on his mid-section, and my eyes widen. Ohmygod. I can’t believe his dick is right there on display for the world to see. Okay, maybe not the world, but I certainly have an eyeful.

Quickly, I turn my head to keep myself from staring any longer as heat creeps up my neck before settling in my cheeks. “What are you doing?!”

“What’s it look like I’m doing? I’m brushing my teeth. Personal hygiene is very important.”

I sigh but it almost sounds like a growl. “I mean why are you naked?”

“Um, you’re supposed to be naked in the shower.”

I grab a towel off the rod on the wall and thrust it in his direction. “Here. Cover that thing up.”

His deep laugh fills the tiny bathroom as he takes the towel. “Thing? What are we in fifth grade? It’s a cock, Holly. Call it what it is.”

I peek out the corner of my eye and Trip flings the towel over his shoulder, turning so I can get a full view of his mouth-watering naked form. “That was to go around your waist.”

He leans causally against the counter. Obviously he’s not a bit shy about how he looks. “Look, men want women who aren’t afraid to talk dirty. This can be our first lesson in how to catch a guy’s interest. If you want me to cover up, quit being a scared little virgin, and grab my attention. Look me in the eye and tell me to cover my cock.”

I roll my eyes. “This is ridiculous.”

He drums his fingers on the counter. “I’m waiting…I can stand here like this all day. I have no problem showing off what God blessed me with, and when I say blessed, well, you know. You’ve seen it.” He chuckles.

My lips pull into a tight line. As much as I hate the idea of sinking to this level with him, I know deep down he’s right. I’ve always heard men like their women to be the sinner and the saint. I need to suck it up and do this.

His green eyes burn into mine the moment our gaze meets. “Cover your fucking cock, you dirty manwhore.”
 

He smirks and pulls the towel off his shoulder slowly with one hand. The tattoos on his arms, shoulders and chest are all on full display before me as wraps it around his waist.  “There may be hope for you after all, sweetness. We’ve still got a lot of work to do, though.”

“Can you please get out now so I can pee?”

“Sure thing.” Trip winks at me before squeezing past me, slapping my ass on his way out.

 





Sunday, September 22, 2013

Revamped Chapter One for Rock the Beat

Revamped Chapter One for Rock the Beat.

This novel has undergone some major changes. There were aspects of the novel I wasn't happy with, but rest assured I am working VERY hard to keep the release date the same (October 8th). Here is the new beginning to Trip and Holly's story in a brand new first chapter.

Thank you all for the support you have given me over the last year. You guys are the absolute best. I couldn't ask for better readers than you all!

Much Love,

Michelle


**Still Unedited and Subject to Most Likely Change**


Rock the Beat

Chapter 1

Closer

Holly

 

Why are all the really hot men either gay or taken? I swear, I don’t think there’s one decent man left in Tucson. Thank God my best friend is with me. I have terrible gaydar.

It’s nineties night in one of the hottest clubs in town, and I love to dance. It’s the perfect combination to wipe away the memories of a man that’s done me wrong.

“I told you this would be great,” Max tells me as he dances with me to the beat of a Roxette song blaring through the speakers. “You’ll be saying Jackson who by the time we leave this heavenly bar filled with hot men.”

I giggle and take another sip of my Sex on the Beach compliments of Max and my fake ID. “This was a great idea to celebrate the one year anniversary of getting dumped on my birthday by the biggest jackass in the state.”

Max laughs and his brown hair falls over the corner of his left eye before he takes me by the hand ready to spin me. “That was the best thing that ever happened to you, Holly. Trust me. He didn’t appreciate what he had in you.” He raises his glass of soda. “Here’s to a new start in your twenties, may they be better than your teen years.”

“I’ll drink to that!” A tingle erupts in my hands, signaling I’ve nearly hit my limit, but I’m not about to let this yummy drink go to waste. Plus, it’s hot in here. I down the last of it and hand Max the glass. “One more?” I give him the best pleading puppy-dog eyes I can manage.

I’m not ready to stop having fun yet.

He sighs. “One more, and that’s it. We’re leaving while you can still walk out of here.”

I throw my arms around his neck, leaning up on my tip-toes and kiss his cheek. “Thanks, Max. You’re the bestest friend and designated driver a girl could ever have.”

He laughs. “Remember how much you love me when you’re praying to the porcelain god in the morning cursing me for letting you drink so much.”

“Deal,” I tell him as I release him and continue to rock my hips to the beat.

Before I know it, there’s a body pressed up against my back, dancing in-time with me. The music pumps all around us and the amount of drinks I’ve consumed has my head swimming a little. I close my eyes and lean my head against the hard chest behind me and breath in the spicy scent of the guy’s cologne. He smells mouth-watering, I just pray when I turn around he’s as hot as the image my imagination is running wild with.

The song changes and our bodies move in sync to the erotic beat of Closer by Nine Inch Nails. Trent Reznor’s voice growling through the speakers about fucking causes a strange flutter of arousal to come over me.

The guy behind me feels it too. Our dance turns slow and sensual as he grinds himself into my ass. Both of his hands run down my bare arms then rest on my hips. He jerks me against him even tighter and then brushes my hair to the side. I should stop him, but it’s been so long since I’ve been touched like this, I don’t want it to end. I like it too much. The feel of his nose gliding against my neck causes my mouth to drift open and I allow myself to enjoy his close proximity.

“I want to fuck you like an animal,” the stranger growls in my ear before biting my earlobe.

Normally, this guy would be getting a fist to the face right about now, but because it’s been a little while since I’ve been with a man, and I’ve been drinking, I’m going to allow it—if he’s cute, that is.

Hell, if he’s as hot as he sounds, I might just drag him into an empty bathroom stall and let him do exactly what he wants with me.

I turn slowly with my eyes closed.  My gaze lands on a toned chest wearing a tight, black t-shirt. Good so far. My eyes travel further up and I take in the light beard on his face beneath his strong jaw-line before my gaze locks onto his bright green eyes.

Not only is he hot, and this may be just the booze talking, but he’s beautiful. He could be possibly the hottest guy I’ve ever seen. I lick my lips and allow him to tighten his grip on my hips and mash me against his body harder. My fingers dart out and run down his pecs before I wrap them around his neck and allow him to rock my body with his to the sensual beat of the song.

The devilish smirk he’s wearing draws my attention to his mouth. No man should have lips that inviting. I bite my own to keep them from attacking his. This man would be the perfect fling to take my mind off Jackson. I’m sure an hour alone with him would make me forget how I’ve been a pathetic loser pinning over a man that no longer wants me.

The beautiful stranger notices the expression on my face, and without asking permission he leans downs and presses his lips to mine. I close my eyes and allow his greedy tongue entrance into my mouth. Every inch of my body comes alive and goose bumps erupt from my flesh as I open myself up to him.

I could do this all night. Wait scratch that. I want to do more than this all night with him and I don’t even care that I don’t know even know his name. Isn’t the second person you sleep with supposed to be the complete opposite of the first one? Where I’d known Jackson practically my entire life, this guy is a total stranger that’s very capable of surprising me and then I never have to see him again.

He pulls away and leans his forehead against mine. “Come home with me.” My heart thunders in my chest while his tongue darts out and licks my lips before my drunken brain even has time to process his request. “I promise you’ll love the way I fuck you.”

I sigh heavily. If his kissing skills are any indication of what sleeping with him will be like, I have no doubt I’ll love it. This is exactly what I need.

Just as I’m ready to agree to it, I’m jerked away and the stranger furrows his brow as I’m tugged through the crowd. Once I’m out of the hot guy’s line of sight, I turn to Max who has taken it upon himself to pull me away from a guy I was about ready to leave with.

I jerk my arm away. “What the hell are you doing?”

Max stops in his tracks, and I stagger and fall into his six foot frame. “I’m saving your ass.”

I throw my hands on my hips. “My ass didn’t need saving, it needs laid.”

Max laughs and shakes his head. “Yeah, you probably do need that. You’ve been extra bitchy lately.”

“Hey.” I smack his arm.

He wraps his arms around my shoulders and leads me up the steps to reach the bar overlooking the dance floor. Once we’re up there he turns us around so we can watch the people dancing. “When you give up your cookie again, don’t give it to a guy like that.”

My eyes search the crowd until they land on the beautiful stranger I was just dancing with who now has that magical tongue in some blonde bimbo’s mouth. I roll my eyes and wish my short legs were long enough to reach up and kick my own ass. “I’m such an idiot. Thanks, Max.”

Max squeezes my shoulder. “Of course, what are friends for? You’re too good for a guy like that. Don’t ever date another biker jerk like Jackson or that guy. They don’t understand how special you are.”

I sigh and lean my head on Max’s shoulder. “Why can’t you be straight? You’re the perfect man for me.”

He chuckles beside me. “My life would be a whole lot easier if I was. Come on. Let’s get you home, drunk-ass, before I have to peel you off another huge mistake with a penis.”

We turn and leave the club, once outside of the loud music and away from the sexy man who had me ready to chuck everything I stand for in order to have one sinful night with him, I feel relieved. I have no idea how this guy had so much power over me, but at least I’ll never have to see him again. Too much time alone with a man like him would have me breaking every person rule I’ve ever set for myself. Thank god that’ll never happen.

 





 

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Rock the Beginning (Black Falcon Prequel/Short Story) Teaser

Rock the Beginning is a short story prequel that will be featured in a novel titled: STORIES FOR AMANDA.

All proceeds for the novel will go the the Amanda Todd charity to aid in the fight against bullying. Look for it releasing September 2013!

ROCK THE BEGINNING: Where it all began:


**CAUTION*UNEDITED* SUPER ROUGH*


Rock the Beginning

LANE

Chapter 1
 

So this is it? Freshman year. I stand in the hallway next to my best friend Cassandra Lutz as we survey the same faces we see year after year. Nothing in this town ever changes. I was hoping that I would be wowed in high school—dramatically swept off my feet on my first day by a dashing upper-classmen—living the dream of going to the prom as a freshman. Well, at least it’s mine.  

But sadly, I’m disappointed yet again.

I sigh heavily and lean my back against the locker and squeeze my books tighter against my chest. I can’t wait to get out of here and run off to a big city where I can make something out of myself.

“Just once I’d love to have some fresh meat in this place,” Cassandra says. “I hate knowing everything about these guys. None of them do anything surprising.”

I nod in total agreement. “Where are all the guys I read about in books—the ones that know exactly what to say? The first day of school is practically over and nothing remotely exciting has happened yet.”

The moment the words leave my mouth, a crash against the lockers a few feet to my right draws my attention. I suddenly feel the urge to take back the last thing I said. This is not exactly the kind of excitement I was hoping for.

All the kids in the hallway stop dead in their tracks in unison and stare at the scene playing out before us like a bad teen sitcom. Roger Robertson, the guy we all know as the school bully, grips Wendell McFarland, a kid in my grade, by the collar of his shirt. Roger’s large arms twist as he repositions his wrists in order to get a batter grip, while he wears a sickening smile on his red, pimple-covered face. Roger isn’t the kind of guy you want to mess with. His temper is about as red-hot as the flaming color of his hair and we all know he’s been held back to the freshman level three times now. If Roger walks down the hallway, you get out of his way or duck for cover. His reputation of assholism precedes him.

I instantly feel sorry for Wendell. His tiny, pencil-like frame is no match for the likes of Roger. “Give it up, you fucking pussy.” I flinch as Roger yanks Wendell forward and slams him back even harder. “Don’t make me tell you again. I know your parents are loaded. Cough up the dough.”

Wendell gasps for air as Roger shoves his knuckles into his throat. “I don’t have any money.”

Another slam and Wendell’s glasses slip down the bridge of his nose. “Cough it up you little shit stain.”

My mouth gapes open and my eyes grow wide. It’s painfully hard to watch. Someone has to stop this.

I glance around. No one is making a move to stop this outright appalling display of human behavior. This makes me sick. What’s wrong with these people?

Before I even realize what I’m doing I take a couple quick steps and open my mouth. “Stop it. Leave him alone.”

It’s like a movie when a hush falls over the crowd. I know this isn’t the smartest move, but I just can’t stand by and do nothing to stop this.

Cassandra grabs my arm. “Are you crazy? Lanie, what are you doing?”

I pull my arm from her grip. “Someone has to stop this, Cass.”

Roger gaze darts from me to Wendell. His eyes are so brown they almost appear black and the pure venom in them causes my legs to shake. A deep laugh bursts out of his mouth and hold me in place. “What do we have here? Is this your little girlfriend, four-eyes? Is she here to save you?”

“N—no,” Wendell stutters.

No one should be able to get away with treating people like this. “Stop it, Roger!”

Roger flings his gaze at me. “Or what, Shirley Temple? You going to make me?”

I stare down at the sun dress I’m wearing. While very cute for my first day of school, it doesn’t exactly scream badass, but this guy doesn’t know what I’m capable of. “I might. Now, leave him alone.”

Roger opens his large hands and makes a show of letting Wendell go. As soon as he’s free, he takes off running.

Thanks for the back-up, Wendell.

The bully turns to me and taps his lip. “Happy now, Shirley? I let him go. There’s only one small problem now.”

I lift my chin as Roger stalks towards me. “What’s that?”

“Someone is going to have to pay me. I need money for a new tire and since you chased my little buddy off who was about to pay for it, I guess that leaves you.” He grins at me in a way a serial killer would right before he murdered his victim.

I grip my books tighter. If he comes at me this Geometry book is going to make one hell of a weapon. “Fat chance. I’m not giving you any money.”

He shakes his head as he steps in front of me. “That’s where you’re wrong. Guy, girl…doesn’t matter to me. I’ll still beat you into submission in order to get what I need, and what I need from you is money. You’re going to get that for me.”

I narrow my eyes. “No, I’m not.”

Roger slaps the books from my hands and leans into me like he’s about to attack me, but a voice stops him.

“Pick those up.” My neighbor and childhood friend, Noel Falcon pushes his way through the crowd. “Pick those up, or I swear to God you’ll pay.”
 
 
....full story will be found in STORIES FOR AMANDA.
 

Sunday, September 1, 2013

Elite Invitation: New Series by Michelle A. Valentine

Title: Elite Invitation
Author: Michelle A. Valentine

Release Date: Coming Early 2014...



No names.

No faces.

No identities.

That’s the rules at Elite.

Just as nineteen-year-old Carly Hutchinson’s life falls on hard times, she’s offered a job at Elite, a secret organization that provides beautiful women to wealthy men with no strings attached. With an ill mother, and a special needs little sister to look after, she’ll do whatever it takes to keep them from losing their home and keep their heads above water, even if that means auctioning off her most prized commodity—her virginity. 
 
Doctor Gabriel Jenson is a hungry medical school student ready to play ball in the big leagues. Power, money and success drive him to accomplish things that most men would never dare go after. When Gabriel receives an invitation to join the city’s most exclusive gentleman’s club, he can’t pass up the opportunity to prove he belongs.

When Gabriel wins Carly’s virginity as the highest bidder, he can’t help to be taken with the young woman and finds himself at a crossroads. Even though both of their identities remain hidden, he can’t close the deal and take his prize. He needs her to submit for more reasons than just money. Sex alone with this woman isn’t going to be enough and he’s willing to break all the rules to claim her. 
 
Cover reveal coming soon...
 
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I can't wait to share this book with you all.

Love,
Michelle

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Rock the Beat: Two Page Sneek Peek

You guys, I'm falling in love. Every time I start a new book I find myself falling in love with the leading man. First Noel...then Riff...now Trip. I love the banter between these two. This love story is far from insta-love. These two have to work for it and overcome some personal issues together. Trip, and his Dr. Phil-wanna-be ass cracks me up. This man thinks he knows it all and isn't afraid to say what's on his mind. Like the rest of the Black Falcon men, he's used to scoring women easily and it's fun to watch him work through the challenge and realization that not every woman is willing to drop their panties on command for him.

I know you all have been waiting for this one for a long time. Planning the Naughty Mafia Rocks Vegas took up most of my time for the last two months, and my writing really suffered. Please just know I am working tirelessly to get this story ready for a late September/early October release like I stated before. Right now the story is flowing and, fingers crossed, I can make my September 10th deadline to my editor.

Thank you all for sticking by me and the Black Falcon guys. I love each and every one of you to tiny bits and wouldn't write if you all still didn't want to continue this journey with me. I have a few non-Black Falcon related contemporary, New Adult stories coming up too and I hope to share more about those in the coming months. But, for now, here's the beginning of chapter one of Rock the Beat.

This novel will be dual point of view like Rock My Bed and Rock My World. I can't wait to share the rest with you!

Michelle
XOXOXOX

***CAUTION SUPER-DUPER ROUGH DRAFT AND WILL PROBABLY CHANGE***



Rock the Beat

Chapter 1

Closer

Holly

 
Why are all the really hot men either gay or taken? I swear, I don’t think there’s one decent man left in Tucson. Thank God my best friend is with me. I have terrible gaydar.
It’s nineties night in one of the hottest clubs in town, and I love to dance. It’s the perfect combination to wipe away the memories of a man that’s done me wrong.
“I told you this would be great,” Max tells me as he dances with me to the beat of a Roxette song blaring through the speakers. “You’ll be saying Jackson who by the time we leave this heavenly bar filled with hot men.”
I giggle and take another sip of my Sex on the Beach compliments of Max and my fake ID. “This was a great idea to celebrate the one year anniversary of getting dumped on my birthday by the biggest jackass in the state.”
Max laughs and his brown hair falls over the corner of his left eye before he takes me by the hand ready to spin me. “That was the best thing that ever happened to you, Holly. Trust me. He didn’t appreciate what he had.” He raises his glass of soda. “Here’s to a new start in your twenties, may they be better than your teen years.”
“I’ll drink to that!” A tingle erupts in my hands, signaling I’ve nearly hit my limit, but I’m not about to let this yummy drink go to waste. Plus, it’s hot in here. I down the last of it and hand Max the glass. “One more?” I give him the best pleading puppy-dog eyes I can manage.
I’m not ready to stop having fun yet.
He sighs. “One more, and that’s it. We’re leaving while you can still walk out of here.”
I throw my arms around his neck, leaning up on my tip-toes and kiss his cheek. “Thanks, Max. You’re the bestest friend and designated driver a girl could ever have.”
He laughs. “Remember how much you love me when you’re praying to the porcelain god in the morning cursing me for letting you drink so much.”
“Deal,” I tell him as I release him and continue to rock my hips to the beat.
Before I know it, there’s a body pressed up against my back, dancing in-time with me. The music pumps all around us and the amount of drinks I’ve consumed has my head swimming a little. I close my eyes and lean my head against the hard chest behind me and breath in the spicy scent of the guy’s cologne. He smells mouth-watering, I just pray when I turn around he’s as hot as what my imagination is running wild with.
The song changes and our bodies move in sync to the erotic beat of Closer by Nine Inch Nails. Trent Reznor’s voice growling through the speakers about fucking causes a strange flutter of arousal to come over me.
The guy behind me feels it too. Our dance turns slow and sensual as he grinds himself into my ass. Both of his hands run down my bare arms then rest on my hips. He jerks me against him even tighter and then brushes my hair to the side. I should stop him, but it’s so long since I’ve been touched like this I don’t want it to end. I like it too much. The feel of his nose gliding against my neck causes my mouth to drift open and I allow myself to enjoy his close proximity.
“I want to fuck you like an animal,” the stranger growls in my ear before biting my earlobe.
Normally, this guy would be getting a fist to the face right about now, but because it’s been a little while since I’ve been with a man, and I’ve been drinking, I’m going to allow it—if he’s cute, that is.
Hell, if he’s as hot as he sounds, I might just drag him into an empty bathroom stall and let him do exactly what he wants with me.
I turn slowly with my eyes closed, praying to the hotness gods to take pity on me.  My gaze lands on a toned chest wearing a tight, black t-shirt. Good so far. My eyes travel further up and I take in the light beard on his face beneath his strong jaw-line before my gaze locks onto his bright green eyes.
Not only is he hot, and this may be just the booze talking, but he’s beautiful. He could be possibly the hottest guy I’ve ever seen. I lick my lips and allow him to tighten his grip on my hips and mash me against his body harder. My fingers dart out and run down his pecs before I wrap them around his neck and allow him to rock my body with his to the sensual beat of the song.
The devilish smirk he’s wearing draws my attention to his mouth. No man should have lips that inviting. I bite my own to keep them from attacking his. This man would be the perfect fling to take my mind off Jackson. I’m sure an hour alone with him would make me forget how I’ve been a pathetic loser pinning over a man that no longer wants me.
The beautiful stranger notices the expression on my face, and without asking permission he leans downs and presses his lips to mine. I close my eyes and allow his greedy tongue entrance into my mouth. Every inch of my body comes alive and goose bumps erupt from my flesh as I open myself up to him.
I could do this all night. Wait scratch that. I want to do more than this all night with him and I don’t even care that I don’t know even know his name. Isn’t the second person you sleep with supposed to be the complete opposite of the first one? Where I’d known Jackson practically my entire life, this guy is a total stranger that’s very capable of surprising me and then I never have to see him again.
He pulls away and leans his forehead against mine. “Come home with me.” My heart thunders in my chest while his tongue darts out and licks my lips before my drunken brain even has time to process his request. “I promise you’ll love the way I fuck you.”
I sigh heavily. If his kissing skills are any indication of what sleeping with him will be like, I have no doubt I’ll love it. This is exactly what I need.
Just as I’m ready to agree to it, I’m jerked away and the stranger furrows his brow as I’m tugged through the crowd. Once I’m out of the hot guy’s line of sight, I turn to Max who has taken it upon himself to pull me away from a guy I was about ready to leave with.
I jerk my arm away. “What the hell are you doing?”
Max stops in his tracks, and I stagger and fall into his six foot frame. “I’m saving your ass.”
I throw my hands on my hips. “My ass didn’t need saving, it needs laid.”
Max laughs and shakes his head. “Yeah, you probably do need that. You’ve been extra bitchy lately.”
“Hey.” I smack his arm.
He wraps his arms around my shoulders and leads me up the steps to reach the bar overlooking the dance floor. Once we’re up there he turns us around so we can watch the people dancing. “When you give up your cookie again, don’t give it to a guy like that.”
My eyes search the crowd until they land on the beautiful stranger I was just dancing with who now has that magical tongue in some blonde bimbo’s mouth. I roll my eyes and wish my short legs were long enough to reach up and kick my own ass. “I’m such an idiot. Thanks, Max.”
Max squeezes my shoulder. “Of course, what are friends for? You’re too good for a guy like that. Don’t ever date another biker jerk like Jackson or that guy. They don’t understand how special you are.”
I sigh and lean my head on Max’s shoulder. “Why can’t you be straight? You’re the perfect man for me.”
He chuckles beside me. “My life would be a whole lot easier if I was. Come on. Let’s get you home, drunk-ass, before I have to peel you off another huge mistake with a penis.”
We turn and leave the club, once outside of the loud music and away from the sexy man who had me ready to chuck everything I stand for in order to have one sinful night with him, I feel relieved. I have no idea how this guy had so much power over me, but at least I’ll never have to see him again. Too much time alone with a man like him would have me breaking every person rule I’ve ever set for myself. Thank god that’ll never happen.
......Full Novel Coming Soon
 
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Book Blurb for ROCK THE BEAT:
 
Twenty-year-old Holly Pearson never dreamed that while working at her father’s motocross track she’d run into the walking, talking definition of trouble in a sexy, tattooed package—Trip Douglas, the man sent to evaluate the track for a possible investment opportunity. Holly makes no attempt to hide the fact she despises Trip, but she learns to be civil toward him when he offers to help her land the man of her dreams.

Trip needs a break from the crazy rock-and-roll lifestyle he’s been living for the past few years. With his Black Falcon band mates settling down with marriage and babies, Trip peruses an investment opportunity in motocross, something he’s always been passionate about. Hiding his celebrity status, Trip infiltrates the new business posing as a dirt bike rider training for the X-Games. The only obstacle is the owner’s daughter, Holly. She’s a real ball bustin' Ice Queen, and she’ll do whatever it takes to make the deal fall through. Trip soon discovers that winning over his new enemy is the key to gaining a partnership in Mountain Time Speed Track.

Knowing he’s the expert on getting laid, Trip ropes Holly into becoming his ally by helping her score a date with the man she’s crushing on. The problem is, the more time Trip and Holly spend together, the more they uncover the undeniable attraction between them. Soon they both realize that even the best laid plans go to hell when you find you’re falling in love with the enemy.


**Book THREE in the Black Falcon series. Can also be read as a stand alone novel.**

Releasing Fall 2013