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.

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Publish date: September 2013

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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.

 

 

 

 

Teaser Tuesday--ROCK MY WORLD

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Releases 6-30-13
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Zach let’s out a low whistle as we pull onto my street. “Wow, looks like I’m dating a spoiled, little, rich girl.”

“I’m far from rich. The Judge is the one that’s loaded, not me,” I remind him.

He shrugs nonchalantly. “Maybe so, but I guarantee you never went without.” When I don’t immediately have a snappy come back to argue that I didn’t have a childhood like that, he smiles. “That’s what I thought.”

The truth is I had it made as a kid as long as I played by my parent’s rules. I was never one really to step outside the perfect child role they expected my brother and I to play, but I didn’t fully embrace the uppity lifestyle, either—which probably explains why in college I started dating the bad-boys. They were so different from the guys I grew up with in high school. They typically hate rules and love their freedom, and deep-down I discovered the same thing about myself once I was out in the real world and could make my own decisions.

Zach pulls into the drive and cuts the engine before turning his head my direction. “Anything else I need to know before I walk in there?”

My mind wonders through a few scenarios of how this first meeting is going to go down. The last boy I brought home was clear back in high school, and he was nothing like Zach. While my mother knows I tend to get my heart crushed by loser men, she’s never had the pleasure of meeting my new type. She’s used to seeing me with uptight jerks like Isaac, so I’m not sure how she’ll react. I pray they remember their manners and are polite to him, whether they approve of our relationship or not.

Not one piece of advice to give to Zach flits through my mind, but I want to reassure him. “Just be your charming self and they’ll love you.”

He flicks his eyes towards the large, two-story, brick home in front of us. “I can’t get over the size of this place. Lawyers really make that much?”

“The good ones do.” I touch his hand on the gear-shift. “Remember, my dad takes his job pretty seriously, so don’t crack jokes about it. My father actually prefers that my brother, Gabe and I call him The Judge like the rest of this town.”

Zach raises his brow. “Maybe I should have you start calling me Guitar God. Might be kind of fun, especially in the bedroom. What do you think?”

I smack his arm. “I think you better keep dreaming, because that’s so not happening.”

He laughs as he opens his door. I take a second to appreciate the view when he walks around the front of the car. His jeans hang low on his hips, but yet hug his butt perfectly, accentuating the curve, making it almost yummy enough for me to want to take a nibble. The white t-shirt he’s wearing gleams against his toned, tattooed forearms as he reaches up and tugs on the hat that’s hiding his trademark hairstyle. He’s so freaking hot. How did I get this lucky?

Lost in the thought of how sexy he is, I jump when he opens my door and clutch my chest.

He stares down at me with those sparkling, green eyes with a perplexed expression. “You alright there?”

A blush fills my cheeks as I stand up. “Never better.”

Zach wraps his arms around my shoulders and grins. I inhale the spicy scent of his cologne mixed with the soap he uses. “You were thinking naughty thoughts about me again, weren’t you?”

I bite my lip but never look away from the challenge in his eyes. “Maybe I was.”

A growl escapes his lips as he pushes his hips against me, allowing me to feel the growing erection in his pants against my belly. “Damn it, Kitten. See what you do to me. I swear to God I’m on like a fucking light switch whenever the thought of you and sex enter my head at the same time. You’ve ruined me for life.”

I laugh and run my hands up and down his back. “I’m glad I’ve ruined you for all other women. I want to keep you all to myself.”

“You don’t ever have to worry about that, babe.” He reaches up and tucks a strand of my auburn hair behind my ear. “If I have it my way, you’ll be stuck with me forever.”

His thumb traces my chin and he leans in and presses his lips softly to mine. My legs below me instantly turn to jelly and I sink further into him. It’s amazing the affect a simple kiss from this man can do to me. It was one simple kiss from him that first night backstage that turned my world on its head and changed everything in my life. For him—for this love we have—I would do anything. This man is my world.

On their own accord, my lips part and I allow his tongue to slip inside my mouth. I grip his shirt in my hands, holding on tight as I get lost in how much my body craves him.

Lean muscle pushes against me and I steady myself against the car for support. Zach’s fingers thread into my hair and a small whimper escapes my lips when he pulls away and kisses the corner of my mouth before working his way across my cheek to the spot just below my ear that drives me crazy. My head falls back as he runs a hand down my side.

We probably look semi-pornographic making out in my parent’s driveway, but I don’t care. Zach brings out a wild side in me even I didn’t know existed—a true rebel willing to risk anything for the man who makes me feel this good. His touch is pretty damn addictive.

He sighs against my skin. “We should probably go in before someone reports the tattooed man mauling The Judge’s daughter to the cops.”

“To hell with the neighbors,” I breathe, not wanting to loose this feeling.

Zach chuckles. “As much as I would like to give the neighbors a hell of a show by fucking you on the hood of this car, I don’t think it’s the best idea. I actually want your family to like me.”

 

(Scene Inspiration: HEAVEN by Boyce Avenue)

 

 

 

 

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Rock My World (Black Falcon, #2.5)

After Aubrey Jenson is wrongly dismissed from her job at Center Stage Marketing, she seeks legal advice from her father, The Judge, to see what grounds she has to get her position reinstated. Her surprise visit to her family doesn’t go as smoothly as she hopes when she brings home her new boyfriend, Zach, Black Falcon’s lead guitarist. She soon discovers that father doesn’t always know best when it comes to matters of the heart.  

When Zach meets Aubrey’s family, he’s immediately faced with his deepest fear: The love he so desperately wants, he doesn’t deserve. The Judge makes no attempt to hide his disdain for Zach, and will stop at nothing to keep him away from his daughter. But an unexpected twist turns everyone’s plans upside down and no one’s world will ever be the same.

Outside forces attempting to pull them apart are strong and it’s going to take every bit of Zach and Aubrey’s love for one another to withstand the fall-out. Soon, they discover making love last is harder than finding it to begin with and sometimes you pay the ultimate price for true love.   

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Teaser Tuesday from Rock My Bed: Riff's a Naughty Man

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Novel Releases 4-22-13

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The blonde giggles as I slip my hand into the waist band of her jeans. This one, like most of the others, offered no challenge when I pulled out a Golden Ticket. She eagerly accepted and offered to drop to her knees and blow me on the spot, which was a little awkward considering we were in a crowd of people.

Some women will do anything. Even though most of the time their willingness is welcomed, lately I just haven’t been feeling the whole groupie scene. I’m twenty six fucking years old. I should be having the time of my life, but I can’t shake the feeling that there’s something missing.

I blame the red-headed vixen that’s gotten her hooks into my head. 

Ever since her ass messaged me, all I’ve been thinking about is that kiss and what it’ll be like to fuck the hell out of her. That girl earlier tonight reminded me a lot of Kitten. She would’ve made a good distraction if she hadn’t told me to basically go to hell.  

“Can I cash in that ticket now? You’re so fucking hot,” The tipsy blonde says into my ear, taking me away from my thoughts.

I pull back and gaze into her face. She’s attractive with her platinum hair and dark eyes, but she doesn’t have that spark I’m looking for—that thing that’s sometimes in another person that can light you up and remind you that you’re alive. This chick is just here for the ride, which is fine, and I’ll happily give her what she craves, but it’ll only be instant gratification for me. That few seconds of bliss that makes me forget about everything else, but the here and now. I’m addicted to forgetting. My life is something I would love to sometimes forget.

She leans in and runs her tongue across my lips. “I want you.”

She’s persistent. I’ll give her that. The quick flicks of her tongue against mine causes my dick to grow hard and strain against my jeans. “Come with me.”

I nearly toss her off my lap before I take her hand and pull her into the next room. It’s a cleaning supply storage closet, but there’s enough room in here for to get the job done.

Blondie is eager. She goes right to work on freeing my cock from my jeans. It springs up once she shoves my jeans and boxers down a little. She wraps her fingers around me and gives me a couple quick tugs.

I suck in a quick breath. “Jesus.”

She’s done this before. You don’t get great hand job skills without some practice.

She drops to her knees, but I pull back. “Not without a condom.”

I never let random hookers lick my dick without one. It’s probably not the most pleasant experience for them to basically suck rubber, but I don’t have any sexually transmitted diseases and I would like to fucking keep it that way. I don’t know where the fuck her mouth’s been. I don’t even know her name for fuck’s sake.

I tear the foil package with my teeth, pull the rubber out and then roll it onto my shaft.

She runs her tongue up and down my length. “You have a huge cock. I want you to fuck me with it really hard.”

I know this is a further ploy to turn me on, but I hear the same lame ass lines from different chicks every night. I stare down at her as she swirls my dick around her lips, before taking me into her mouth.

She’s slow at first with a nice, steady rhythm, but I know I don’t want to be trapped with her very long, so I grab a handful of her hair and coax her into sucking faster.

I close my eyes and try to forget where I am, and even who I am, focusing only on how good I feel. That’s when I’ll be damned if Kitten doesn’t pop back into my mind. I can see her leaning against the wall where I first spotted her. The feel of her smoking hot body shoved against mine, and the little moan she let slip into my mouth when I kissed her plays in my thoughts. Suddenly, I imagine us naked against that wall, with me driving my cock balls deep into her.

“Fuck!” A tingle takes over my entire body and I clench every muscle in my body as I come hard.

A couple shudders ripple through me as I untangle my hand from the blonde’s hair.

“Can you go again? I didn’t get anything out of this,” she whines.

I shrug. “Better luck next time, sweetie. I’m done with you, so you can go ahead and go.” I nod towards the door.

She stands with a scowl on her face. “Fuck you!”

I shake my head, but refuse to make eye contact because I’m actually kind of embarrassed. I didn’t mean to lose my shit so fast, but I have to play it off. No one wants to be thought of as a one minute man. “No thanks. It was hard enough coming for you the first time. Now leave.”

“Asshole!” she shouts before she slams the door, leaving me alone finally.

 Fuck. I rub my forehead. What the fuck is wrong with me? I feel like I’m losing my fucking mind.

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