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

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***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.

 

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.

 

 

Trip's Naughty

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.
 

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