Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Tuesday Teaser: Rock the Beat, Meet Trip

It seems like every time I start a novel I fall in love with the guy in the book. This one is no different. Trip Douglas is one orney, cocky, sexy man, and I think I'm falling hard for this one. This love story is A LOT of fun. Trip has his work cut out for him if he wants to make the leading lady of this novel fall in love.

I can't wait to give you all this story! Blurb for the book will be coming very soon!

Publish date: September 2013

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**As Always Caution. Not Edited. Not Final Version and Will Probably Change.**


Rock the Beat


Chapter 1


Why the hell is it eighty seven million degrees in this store? I know we’re poor, but damn. A little air conditioning would be nice. I readjust the fan on the counter and allow the air to blow directly on me. It’s disgustingly hot in here and this uniform top that reads Mountain Time Speed Track doesn’t help the situation. I glance around, and when I’m sure there’s no customers lurking about, I unbutton my top and stuff it under the counter. Immediately I’m relieved. The white wife beater I have on is soaked with sweat, but at least when the hot air whips across my skin, it feels a little cooler.
Dad and I are going to have a serious talk about this uniform situation if he doesn’t cool this place down soon.
I gather my long, blond hair into a messy bun on the top of my and grab the spray bottle of water I’ve been using to mist over my skin. I tip my head back, close my eyes and douse my bare skin in water. A little sigh of pleasure slips from my lips as the relief of being cool finally wafts over me.
“Damn. If I’d known I was going to see an erotic show in here I would’ve brought some ones.” My eyes snap open and land on a tattooed arm in front of me holding two hundred dollar bills. “You’ll have to show a little more skin if you want me to stuff hundreds down your pants. Those you have to work hard to earn.”
My gaze travels up the toned arm and shoulders, until it finally lands on an absurdly handsome face. A light beard covers his cheeks, while a baseball cap covers most of his shaggy dark hair. His bright blue eyes dance with amusement as his plump lips pull up on one side, revealing a devilish smirk. It’s like the face of Adonis staring right at me and it makes my stomach flip. Stomach flippers are down right dangerous.  
I grab the money from his hand and do my best to appear completely annoyed by this beautiful stranger. “How much time do you need?”
“Easy there, sugar tits. No need to be bitchy. I’m plenty fun once you lose that stick up your ass,” Adonis man says before winking at me.
I bunch my eyebrows and my lip curls. What a pig. He actually fucking winked at me. This asshole has some balls. This one is far worse than the typical biker boys that come here to practice for the X-Games. They give me their best line, and when I shoot the wind out of their preverbal sail with my are-you-kidding-me attitude, they turn tale and run—never looking back. Most steer clear of the Ice Queen at the front desk.
Looks like I’ll have to kick up my bitch factor a couple notches to throw this one off my scent. “You look about as fun as an albino getting a sunburn. Now, how much time do you want on the track?”
His gaze trails up and down my body as he rakes his teeth over his bottom lip nice and slow. “You always this difficult?”
I roll my eyes and sigh, trying to decide if I can get away with cussing him out and telling him there’s no chance in hell that I’ll ever date a biker. Been there, done that, so not doing it again. They never have their shit together and mostly all still live at home with their mom’s and play video games all day.
I open my mouth to tell him to take a walk off a short pier somewhere, but quickly close it as my father’s shaking head pops into mind like my guilty little conscious. Always treat the customer with respect. That’s Dad’s number one rule. “Time?”
Tattooed hottie leans against the counter and grins. Looks to me like he’s contemplating taking me on as a challenge, and I stare back at him with my best you-don’t-stand-a-chance-in-hell look. “Tell me, sweet cakes, did the last guy get your panties in a bunch? I’ll be happy to untwist them if you like. I’d guess it’s been a while since you’ve been fucked thoroughly. You’d be amazed how it’ll pop that stick out of your ass. And with a fine-ass body like that, I’d be happy to volunteer my services. It would be doing the public a great kindness.”
My mouth gapes open and I stare at him in shock. That’s it—to hell with keeping the peace in order to gain his business. This jerk has pushed me too far.  “Listen here, buddy. My panties are none of your concern as for your time you can take your money and sh—”
“Holly,” My father scolds as he comes bursting through the front door of the shop with a scowl on his face. I sigh heavily. Dad didn’t even give me enough time to tell this dude to shove his money straight up his ass. “I can hear you clear outside. Why are you yelling at our guest?”
The man focuses his eyes directly on me and smiles, waiting for me to explain to my father why I was yelling at him in the first place. “I…he…Ugh! Why don’t you ask him why?”
Dad scratches his head as he glances over at Adonis.