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

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.

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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

 

Tuesday Teaser--New Series

Here's a Tuesday Teaser from my next series. The first book is called Torturous Kisses, a new adult contemporary romance novel. These two characters have attitude and I really, really like them. I can't wait to tell you more about this one. Here's the *unedited* beginning of chapter one. (This one is dual point of view). I plan on releasing this in January 2014!

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Chapter One

Avery

 

   While the moonlight dances off the shiny red paint of his tricked out sports car, I feel my blood start to boil, and my face start to match the color. How could he? Seriously? And with Charity Bidwell of all people?

When the reality that I am being cheated on is smacked in my face, my first instinct is to burst out in tears like a little girl whose puppy was just ran over, but I can’t. I know I can’t, not with Sasha sitting in the passengers seat. She’d never let me live it down. I’m suppose to be tough. I’m apart of Ohio State's mean girl squad for crying out loud. I can’t let a jerk like Chance Murphy make me the laughing stock of the school just as I’m on my way to queen bee status. 

“Well, Avery?” Sasha, my sorority sister, smirks with her very I-told-you-so-face. “What are you going to do about that?”

“Yeah, Avery. Are you going to let him get away with that shit?” Rosemary chimes from my back seat.

They want action. They came with me tonight just to get first hand gossip, so I have to give people something to talk about. Something that’ll make the rest of the sorority forget the fact that Chance was in Highland Cinema sucking face with Charity, making me look like a pathetic loser in the process.

The muscles in my neck tense at the thought of people laughing at me Monday morning, so push my fingers into the tight flesh in the back of my neck and sigh. I close my eyes, trying to plan my move. The only thing I can think of is revenge. I want to hurt him like he's hurting me. My eyes snap open as my plan unfolds in my brain. The one thing Chance loves is that car—that pretty, red, sports car that’s mocking me with its presence. The one that’s sitting all alone at the far end of the parking lot, that’s begging for punishment.

With lighting quick speed I pop the trunk of my car, fling open my car door, and hop out. Behind me Sasha and Rosemary giggle as they make their way over to me while I riffle through my trunk.

“What are you looking for?” Sasha quizzes.

My hand lands on cold, hard steel and I pull it out of the trunk for a better look. “This.”

“What the hell is that?” Rosemary asks.

The laugh that escapes my lips startles me a little because it doesn’t even sound like me. It has the ring of someone thinking very dark and menacing things, not feeling heartbroken, like I really feel now. “It’s a crowbar.” 

Sasha smiles. “Nice.”

“What a minute, Avery. You can’t possibly use that on them.”

I roll my eyes and slam the trunk lid. “Rosemary, it’s not to hurt them with.”

Rosemary scrunches her face. For being the so-called brains of our group, she isn’t always the brightest crayon in the box. Our little secret society really needs to adjust what they view as brilliance.

I take off toward the bright red show-of-money that’s shinning under the glow of the street lamps, planning to reciprocate some pain. The steel now feels warm in my grip, after taking some of the built-up heat from my sweaty palm, nearly matching my body temperature.

This is the last time I allow myself to be hurt like this. I’m sick of men treating me like something they can use then toss away.

I stop in front of the red Camero and zero in on the headlights as I raise the crowbar above my head.   

 

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For the last four years, good girl Lane has regretted breaking up with Noel Falcon. She thought she was sensible when she told him his dreams of being a rock star would get him nowhere, but now that he's a rock god and her career is stagnant, she realizes just how wrong she was. When Noel hires the marketing company where Lane is an intern, she’s forced to see him again. If she wants to land her dream job as executive within the company, she has to win him over and secure his account. Too bad Noel is still pissed at her for breaking his heart.

When Lane’s company flies her to a Black Falcon concert to gain Noel’s attention, emotions run high the moment she sees him and realizes she’s far from over him. But Noel’s countless trysts with groupies and his cocky attitude make Lane believe he isn’t the same guy she once loved—now he seems to only want her body. Then after Lane discloses she needs him to procure a job, Noel proves he’s a changed man by forcing her to go on the road with him in order to get it.

After Lane reluctantly takes Noel up on his offer, she becomes willing to do whatever it takes to keep him satisfied, even if it means succumbing to his seductive ways. Lane soon finds deception is a dangerous game and she’s not the only one playing.

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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.