Rock the Beat Release Date

ROCK THE BEAT (Black Falcon, #3) will release on 10-18-13!

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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