New Release and Giveaway!!

Now Available!

Buckle Down

• File Size: 161 KB
• Publisher: LazyDay Publishing
• Language: English
• ASIN: B00AI508AE

Tess Reilly is home from college for the summer. Being the little sister of Memory Grove’s local hero isn’t easy, especially when she falls for his number one rival, Shane Wyatt. To fund his spot in the next big rodeo where he intends to upend Luke Reilly, Shane lives and works at Sarafina Ranch where a fling with the bawdy owner throws a wrench into his developing relationship with Tess. With mounting disapproval from Tess’ family, will Shane prove himself to be worthy and win Tess’ heart or will she give up and move on?

The idea for Buckle Down started with a conversation between my friend, Bells, and I. Both of us are fans of hot cowboys and, at her urging, I decided to write the fourth book in my Seduction in Memory Grove series. I wanted a different kind of love story with a little more conflict and it turned out just as I had hoped.

Writing has always been an outlet for me; therapy, if you will. This was particularly true while writing Buckle Down. There was more turmoil in my life than I care to recount but it did fuel my creativity and led me to invent Phoebe, a character I love to hate. She embodies characteristics from different people I don't particularly like to make for one interesting antagonist. You know what they say about writers: Don’t piss us off because we may not say a word to you but we will fuck you up in a story. *sweet smile*

On that note, Buckle Down is now available from LazyDay Publishing and to celebrate the new release, I’m giving away a digital copy of the book and a $25 Amazon gift card.

To enter the contest, please leave a comment (with your email address) telling me who your favorite book villain is. The winner will be chosen randomly, from all comments, on December 21, 2012.

As always, thanks so much for all the support.  

For more info, visit my website www.MelissaEcker.com and follow me on Twitter @MelissaEcker

Fuck Crow's Feet

Today marks 10 years since I stood by my father’s bedside, my hand resting gently on his leg, as he took his last breath. That was nine days before my 30^th birthday. I ventured into my thirties with a heavy heart and a profound sense of loss. Little did I know that this was just the beginning of a decade of life changing experiences.

Three years later, at the age of 33, I sat in a hospital waiting room, holding hands with my brother, while my mother slipped away on the other side of the wall. Six months after that, my grandmother died of a broken heart, never having gotten over losing her daughter.

In 2008, at the age of 36, I uprooted my family and started a new life in a new place. For the first time, I was really a mom to my kids. I wasn’t just the parent who picked them up from day care and fed them McDonald’s before kissing them goodnight.

I gave up a lucrative full time legal career and downsized myself to a part time independent contractor and began writing. I mean really writing. I made sacrifices to follow my dream and I published my first book in 2010 at the age of 38.

Now I sit on the brink of turning 40; nine days from today to be exact. It’s a bittersweet feeling. I don’t fear wrinkles, saggy boobs or gray hair. After the pain, struggles and epiphanies of my thirties, I don’t live my life so shallowly. I know what's really important. 

I treasure my family and the support they’ve given me. I’m in awe of the friendships I’ve made, some of which were forged from shared grief, pain and understanding. I value the people who’ve walked beside me in both the good times and the bad. I give thanks for all the love I’ve known, even the love that’s been lost.

Fuck crow’s feet and laugh lines. Who cares? They’re just evidence that I’ve hurt, that I’ve laughed and that I survived. I made it. So, 40? No sweat. Bring that shit on.

Lucky 7: Peek At A New Story

The Rules:

1.      Go to page 77 of your current MS.

2.    Go to line 7.

3.    Copy down the next 7 lines/sentences, and post them as they’re written. No cheating.

4.    Tag 7 other victims…er, authors.

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This is from a paranormal story I’ve been working on FOREVER that remains unfinished. Perhaps looking at it again will get the creative juices flowing. Or not. LOL. Anyway, here’s my Lucky 7. Enjoy.

Carolina stared at the light blue casket surrounded by sprays of flowers and pushed away the thought of what the box contained.

“Hey.”

Carolina looked over her shoulder. “I was wondering where you were.”

Mallory took a seat beside her. “What do you think of my casket?”

“It’s pretty.”

“I think so, too. That’s my mother’s favorite shade of blue.”

“Looks like a good turn out,” Carolina remarked, scanning the rapidly filling church.

“Most of these people didn’t like me. They’re only here because my murder was on the news.”

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Now for the next Lucky 7!

Show us what you got!

Melissa

FREE! FREE! FREE!

We all like free stuff, right? And who doesn’t like the edgy, scary stories encompassed in the paranormal/urban fantasy genres? So, check this out, you can get two bangs for zero bucks. Both Giving Up the Ghost and Blood and Fire are free for a limited time! No strings attached, no tricks. Just click on the titles above and you’ll be magically transported to their respective Amazon pages.

Carrie Clevenger and Nerine Dorman are two very talented writers with a penchant for the darker stuff. And, well, you all know me. *smiles* I like to mix up the scary and the dirty. Without further delay, let me introduce you to these  books.

Giving Up the Ghost

Author: Melissa Ecker

Publisher: Turquoise Morning Press (April 23, 2011)

File Size: 756 KB

Free: February 10, 2012

Kylie McAllister has it all until her world is shattered by the death of her husband, Jackson, in a car accident. After a year of grieving, Kylie uses the proceeds from Jackson’s life insurance to purchase a plantation home on the outskirts of New Orleans to start over with their daughter, Abby. Confirmed bachelor, Ryan LaCroix, has no intentions of settling down with anyone, let alone his best friend’s widow, but somehow Kylie and Abby find their way into his heart.

After discovering an old Ouija board in the attic of her new home, Kylie unwittingly opens a cosmic door to an incubus who pretends to be the dead husband she is so desperately struggling to let go of. She falls deep under his potent spell of delicious sex and malevolent obsession while he gradually drains her life to fortify his own. By the time she realizes he’s an imposter, she is powerless to stop him. Together, with Jackson’s subliminal guidance and the help of a kind voodoo practitioner, Ryan and Kylie wage a fight for her life against the evil entity.

Blood and Fire
Authors: Carrie Clevenger and Nerine Dorman.
Publisher:  Dark Continents Publishing (January 1, 2012)
File Size: 205 KB 
Free: February 10-12, 2012

Bassist and all-round slacker Xan Marcelles spends his nights at a remote tavern in Pinecliffe, Colorado. But there’s something else, he’s also a vampire, and although he reckons he has a handle on this secret, he’s not prepared for the day when people he thinks are the FBI drug him and haul him away.

Ashton Kennedy isn’t human anymore and, as a member of a race of beings known simply as Inkarna, exists through the aeons by stealing bodies. At first his mission seems simple enough: break into the stronghold of a rival Inkarna House and liberate an artifact. He doesn’t bank on discovering a vampire, bound and tucked away neatly in a sarcophagus.

The two unlikely allies are thrown together in a house of mysteries, and have to battle overwhelming odds against an implacable enemy. The question is, can they overcome their differences long enough to make it out alive, or undead? 

Are you intrigued? So, don't wait! This is a limited time offer! Go get them! Skedaddle!

To learn more about Carrie Clevenger, follow her on Twitter @CarrieClevenger and check out her website http://www.carrieclevengerstories.com/

To learn more about Nerine Dorman, follow her on Twitter @NerineDorman and her blog http://nerinedorman.blogspot.com/

And, don't forget to follow Xan on Twitter @CrookedFang and go subscribe to his newsletter http://www.crookedfang.com/

You can find me at www.melissaecker.com and on twitter @MelissaEcker
Thanks for checking in and come back soon!

Authors Helping Harry

"Britain's Kindest Kid," Harry Moseley, was more than a nice kid with a big heart; he was a real life hero.

A  hero with an inoperable brain tumor who raised over £500,000.00 for Cancer Research UK. Sadly, he lost his battle with cancer at the young age of 11 years old.

Continuing Harry's quest for research funds, are an amazing group of 19 romance writers, along with a wonderful cover artist/graphic designer, who have come together to support Harry's charity, Cancer Research UK, in his memory.

"Author Moments" is a collection of essays written by these talented writers. *As a bonus, each author has included an excerpt from one of their current, or upcoming, releases.

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From the New York Times bestselling lists to the writer who is just beginning their quest, you will find this anthology filled with generous writing advice and anecdotes.

It won’t matter where you are on your road to publication or even in your life journey, Author Moments will fill you with love, laughter and a renewed hope that all things are possible when you care enough to come together and make a difference.  Like real life hero, Harry Moseley.

The Authors Helping Harry invite you to pitch in and help find a cure simply by purchasing a copy of this wonderful anthology.  

The heartbreaking news came down the wire on October 8, 2011. I was in no way or form prepared to hear that Harry Moseley had lost his battle with cancer. This brave and selfless little boy did more good and accomplished more in his short life than most of us could ever dream of.

It’s sad that sometimes it takes a tragedy to make us step back and take a look at what’s really important. That night, I spent more time with my daughter and made sure I told her that I loved her. I reflected on the things I take for granted. Namely, that tomorrow is never promised. Life offers no guarantees on time.

Take a moment to make sure the people who are important to you know how you feel about them. Tell them you love them. Say you’re sorry if you’ve hurt someone. Forgive that transgression that you’re still holding a grudge for. Life is really too short to harbor ill feelings.

We can all learn from this child who was so pure of heart and intentions. Be kind. Be compassionate. Be a little more like Harry and this world will be a much better place.

Today, I dry my tears and put a smile on my face. I am grateful to be part of this project and to help keep Harry’s dream for a cure alive. I hope you’ll help, too. Godspeed, Harry.

“Don’t cry because it’s over. Smile because it happened.” ~ Dr. Seuss

Writing is...

So, my friend wrote a blog post entitled, “Writing is…” She tagged me, which means I have to write a post on the same topic. It’s kind of like a chain letter. *Note to self: Slap @WookiesGirl next time you see her* Just kidding. I’m glad she did because my blog is woefully neglected. Here it goes…

Writing is…in my blood. Today, for the first time, it dawned on me where my love of writing came from. My mother kept journals religiously and wrote about everything. Did she ever write a book? No. But she penned the story of her life. I inherited boxes full of her journals after she passed away. Someday, when I’m ready, I will read her stories and get to know her all over again.

Writing is…who I am. I write when I’m happy, when I’m sad, when I’m angry and when I need to get something off my chest. I write to remember and I write to forget.

Writing is…my self help for what might be termed as schizophrenia by a professional. I’ve heard the voices in my head for as long as I can remember. These people, these characters, talk to me and tell me their stories. They tell me of their broken hearts, broken spirits and broken lives. They tell me of their joys, their loves and their accomplishments. I’m a literary medium of sorts for these lost fictional souls. They tell me what they need to move on and I help them by writing their tales; releasing them from the captivity of my brain.

Writing is…my salvation and my damnation, my pleasure and my pain, my fantasy and my fear, my dream and my nightmare, my best friend and my worst enemy, my love and my abhor, my shelter and my escape, my lust and my disgust.

In short, writing is…me.

Time to tag the next batch of writers I hope will participate!

@AvaRileyRomance

@MonicaKaye

@Peterkoevari

@CactusJacktus

@GPWriter

Until next time…

Melissa

Saying Goodbye...

I know that this is a far departure from what I generally post on my blog, but I needed to write this.

It feels like yesterday that we brought home our Neapolitan Mastiff puppy. He was the goofiest, most lovable, uncoordinated dog. I can’t tell you how many times he knocked me over because he’d run and not be able to stop himself before barreling into the back of my knees. A couple of months ago, he was so excited to see me that he head butted me in the mouth and busted my lip.

His clumsiness was endearing and no one could stay mad at him. I once threatened to turn him into a dog skin rug after he turned my couch into a chew toy, literally. I remember the other dog sitting far away from him as if to say, “I had nothing to do with the destruction of that couch,” while Sirus proudly sat on the heap of foam he had torn to shreds.

At times, he was a 150 pound pain in the ass but mostly he was just adorable and loving, a true gentle giant. He was a good watch dog and loyal companion. He wanted nothing more than to be with his people. So, when I went outside to feed him a month ago and he didn’t get up to greet me, I knew something was terribly wrong.

I loaded this moose into the backseat of my Nissan and drove him to the vet. His fever was high and chest x-rays revealed pneumonia. We put him on antibiotics and hoped for a quick recovery. Over the next week, his condition worsened and he stopped urinating. After several more trips to the vet and a host of tests, he was diagnosed with bladder cancer. I was stopped in my tracks by the word, “untreatable.”

However, it was possible to treat the symptoms and buy some time. He was prescribed a medication that could possibly shrink the cancer enough to allow him to urinate. We tried this for three weeks during which he seemed to feel better but still wasn’t urinating regularly.

This past weekend he took a turn for the worse. Saturday night, his fever spiked and he became particularly needy. He wanted to be close to me. I sat with him for hours that night, petting him and talking to him, reassuring him, or more like reassuring myself.

The next morning, he wasn’t able to get up and his body wouldn’t stop shaking. I phoned the vet who advised it would be best if we put him down and that he would be on his way over. To say I was devastated would be a gross understatement. I knew we were putting off the inevitable with the medication but I wasn’t ready to let him go. As selfish as it sounds, I wanted just a little more time.

This was one of the hardest decisions we’ve ever had to make but we loved him too much to let him suffer. He was surrounded by the people he loved and who loved him when the vet administered the shot that put him to sleep. We buried him in the northwest corner of our property.

As much as this hurts, I have no regrets. We had eight wonderful years of love and devotion. When spring comes, I’m going to plant flowers over his grave. Vibrant, colorful flowers to remind us of all the brightness he brought into our lives.

Godspeed, boy! You were, and still are, loved and will be missed beyond measure.

SIRUS

10/21/02 – 02/06/11

And the Winners Are...

I want to say thank you to everyone who supported me on the Blog Tour de Force! I enjoyed reading all the fun comments and blog-hopping with my fellow authors! My sponsors were awesome! Please take a moment to look at their pages and show them some love. Their websites can be found by clicking on their badges on my sidebar.

Now...drum roll, please...

The winner of a $25 Amazon Gift Card and a digital copy of Pull the Trigger is...

Cindy

And the next winner of a digital copy of Pull the Trigger is...

Denise

Ladies, please check your email this afternoon for your prizes!

Thanks again to everyone who participated!

Get Loaded - Blog Tour de Force

Welcome to the Get Loaded Blog Tour! Yesterday, you were treated to a fantastic post by Kait Nolan. If you need another look, click here! I had the pleasure of reading Forsaken by Shadow and WOW…just WOW! If you enjoy fast paced, urban fantasy that keeps you on the edge of your seat, you MUST check out her book and begin a love affair with Cade (Gage) and Embry! You'll be so glad you did!

I’ve been reeling the last couple of weeks with the release of my erotic series, Seduction in Memory Grove. Creating this trilogy has been a labor of love (and hot sex) and it’s still surreal that I’m actually up on Amazon and Barnes and Noble. Seeing my name mentioned amongst the likes of Lorelei James and Lauren Dane is amazing!

Now that the dust has begun to settle, I’ve looked over some of the questions that have come up about Seduction in Memory Grove. So, I thought I’d do a Q&A post. Here goes…

Q: How did you come up with the idea for Seduction in Memory Grove?

A: This is interesting and a little bit funny. Before I wrote Pull the Trigger, I had never even read an erotic book. I was perusing some publisher websites and came across one that was looking for a very specific type of erotica that involved cowboys. So, I picked up a couple of erotic books for research purposes, of course, and I thought, “Yeah, I can do this.”

Initially, Pull the Trigger was going to be a ménage with Rebecca, Justin and Luke. The librarian, the cop and the cowboy (how hot does that sound?). But, somewhere along the way, the relationship between Justin and Rebecca didn’t allow for a third and Luke was ousted. I really loved Luke’s character though, so I was compelled to write Mount Up to tell his story. In getting to know Luke, we meet his little brother, Cade, who becomes the hero for Feed the Fire.

Q: What about writing erotica intrigues you?

A: I think I’m drawn to this particular genre because I enjoy exploring all the depths of my characters’ relationships and sex and passion are so paramount to the human condition.

Q: Which character most resembles you?

A: I would have to say Rebecca Harper in Pull the Trigger. She’s a book nerd, like me, and she suffers from the same insecurities I think a lot of women do relative to self image. Luckily, she finds a great guy in Justin Cain who helps her to believe in herself.

Q: What was inspiration for creating the city of Memory Grove for your novels?

A: I really wanted a small town atmosphere with a closer knit community. I felt like this environment would work well with my characters’ conflicts and I just love sleepy, small towns with wide open spaces!

Q: How did you choose your book titles?

A: My book titles for this series were crafted around the careers of the heroes. In Pull the Trigger, the hero is a police officer. In Mount Up, we have the rodeo cowboy and Feed the Fire features a hot fireman.

Q: How did you come up with your characters?

A: The heroines in my stories tend to have some traits from people I know or have read about. My heroes develop strictly out of my imagination which explains their undeniable hotness!

Q: Will there be more of Seduction in Memory Grove?

A: I only contracted three novellas for Seduction in Memory Grove but I’m not opposed to telling the stories of other characters who reside there. I really love this series and I’m not entirely ready to put it bed. We’ll have to wait and see!

Don’t forget to check out Susan Schreyer’s blog tomorrow on the last day of our tour! If you enjoy cozy mysteries and horses, you cannot miss her book, Death by a Dark Horse where you will meet the lovable Thea Campbell who takes us along on her journey to clear herself in a murder investigation! This was a fun read and has something for everyone!

I want to say a big thank you to my Blog Tour de Force sponsors! Please take a moment to check them all out along the sidebar and be sure to visit their sites for scavenger hunt clues! You are all awesome and I appreciate your support!

Lastly, leave me a comment below telling me who your favorite author is and why and I’ll enter you in a drawing to win a copy of Pull the Trigger! Don't forget to leave your name and email address below your comment!

Deep in the Heat of Texas Anthology - Snippet of Taken in Texas

Coming February 14, 2011

He wanted to kiss her again and felt a twinge in his cock. The blood drained from his limbs and made him stiff.

She looked half scared when he lowered his mouth to hers and he watched her eyes close. Damn, she was beautiful. He switched their positions and backed her up to the tiled wall. “Wrap your legs around me, Payton.”

“But, we just...”

“I want you more than I can put into words, sweetheart.”

She looked down between his legs and her eyes widened and her lips curved into a smile. “My, aren’t you the virile one?”

He chuckled and hitched her legs up, holding them around his hips. His cock found her slit and pushed against it. He resisted plunging into her and slipped a hand down to massage her clit. He wanted her slick and wet and ready.

Her body tensed and he continued to touch her, slipping two fingers inside her pussy. In a matter of minutes, she was dripping and whimpering his name, her eyes closed and her mouth open.

His cock twitched with anticipation and he pushed the head into her snug hole.

She gasped and bit down on her lip. “Oh, God, Drake.” Her fingers dug into his shoulders, nails scraping against his flesh.

He pushed more, using her legs to go deeper until he was completely inside her. He didn’t move, just stayed there, deep, feeling his balls tight against her ass. “I love the feel of you wrapped around my cock.”

Blonde tendrils of her hair stuck to her face and shoulders and when she opened her eyes and looked into his, he sensed she was looking directly into his soul. She looked like an angel.

“Don’t tease me,” she whispered. “I want you to fuck me.”

Her words set him on fire and he wasn’t about to disappoint her. He pulled out and plunged in again, hard and deep.

She cried out and held onto him tighter, her mouth open slightly.

He hadn’t wanted someone this bad in a long spell. He felt his orgasm building already but he wanted her to come first. He took her hand and brought it down between her legs and used her own fingers to touch her hard little clit.

Her eyes flew open and her breathing increased. He was moving inside her slower while, together, they coaxed her climax to the surface. She blinked her eyes fast and quiet whimpers escaped her lips. Her pussy contracted and squeezed his shaft.

He slid her fingers faster over her throbbing nub. Her legs locked on his waist and he moved his hands to her thighs again. Unwrapping her legs from his body, he pinned her open against the wall and slammed into her hard. Her fingers continued to move between her folds and her eyes rolled back.

“Come for me, Payton!” he growled into her ear.

I Love This Book Trailer...And Not Just Because It's Mine! ;-)

My Seduction in Memory Grove series is now available at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, All Romance and OmniLit!

A Bit of the Work in Progress - Taken in Texas

He wanted to kiss her again and felt a twinge in his cock as the blood drained from his limbs and made him stiff.

She looked half scared when he lowered his mouth to hers and he watched her eyes close. Damn, she was beautiful. He switched their positions and backed her up to the tiled wall of the shower. "Wrap your legs around me, Payton."

"But, we just..."

"I want you more than I can put into words, sweetheart."

She looked down between his legs and her eyes widened and her lips curved into a smile. "My, aren't you the virile one?"

He chuckled and hitched her legs up, holding them around his hips. His cock found her slit and pushed against it. He resisted plunging into her and slipped a hand down to massage her clit. He wanted her slick and wet and ready.

Her body tensed and he continued to touch her, slipping two fingers inside her pussy. In a matter of minutes, she was dripping and whimpering his name, her eyes closed and her mouth opened.

"I need to get a condom." He removed his hand and leaned out of the shower to fetch the foil wrapped prophylactic from under the sink. He wasted no time tearing it open and rolling it on. He moved against her and held onto her thighs, bringing them up around his waist again. His cock twitched with anticipation and he pushed the head into her tight hole.

She gasped and bit down on her lip. "Oh, God, Drake." Her fingers dug into his shoulders, nails scraping against his flesh.

He pushed more, using her legs as leverage to go deeper until he was completely inside her. He didn't move, just stayed there, deep, feeling his balls tight against her ass. "I love the feel of you wrapped around my cock. You're so fucking tight."

Blonde tendrils of her hair stuck to her face and shoulders and when she opened her eyes and looked into his, he sensed she was looking right into his soul. She looked like an angel.

"Don't tease me," she said. "I want you to fuck me."

Her words set him on fire and he wasn't about to disappoint her. He pulled out and plunged in again, hard and deep.

She cried out and held onto him tighter.

He hadn't wanted someone this bad in a long spell. He felt his orgasm building already but he wanted her to come first. He took her hand and brought it down between her legs and used her own fingers to touch her hard little clit.

Her eyes flew open and her breathing increased. He was moving inside her slower while, together, they coaxed her to orgasm. He felt her pussy begin to contract and squeeze his shaft. He moved her fingers faster over her throbbing little nub. Her legs locked on his waist and he moved his hands to her thighs again. He unwrapped her legs from his body and pinned her open against the wall while he slammed into her hard. Her fingers slid between her folds and her eyes rolled back.

"Come for me, Payton. Come, now!" he growled into her ear.

Cowgirl...

Maybe some men will follow the blog now!

Now, This is My Idea of "Fun Size"

In the Treehouse

Excerpt from Feed the Fire: Seduction in Memory Grove Series (Book Three)

“Come here. Let’s start over.” He opened his arms to her. His muscular biceps flexed and hardened and she wanted him to envelop her and be her refuge.

“I’m so tired, Cade.” She crawled to him and he lifted her into his lap. Olivia curled up against him. “I’m tired of being scared. I don’t want to be broken anymore.”

He stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head. “I know. I wish I could erase it all.” He tipped her chin up and kissed her lips just as the rain began to fall.

The light patter of the drops on the leaves and canopy above created a hypnotic melody and she adjusted herself, straddling his lap. The hem of her skirt gathered at the top of her thighs and the roughness of his jeans scraped against her panties.

“I’m not afraid of you. Fix me, Cade,” she whispered, looking into his eyes. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pressed against him.

“I want to. I’ll try.”

She removed her dress and tossed it aside and

tugged at his t-shirt.

He pulled it over his head and dropped it beside her dress.

She reached for the snap on his jeans and he lifted her off him long enough to kick them off.

His calloused hands slid up the front of her bare thighs and over her hips. They paused, sitting on the natural curve of her body as if contemplating their path, mapping their route.

She leaned in to kiss him, nibbling his lower lip.

His hands trailed up her back, finding the clasp of her bra and releasing it. His fingers slipped the straps down her arms and the garment dropped to her lap. One strong hand cupped her breast, weighing it. He strummed his knuckles over her pink nipple, coaxing it to a hard pebble.

She moaned into his mouth.

He broke from the kiss and lowered his head to her chest, rubbing his cheek against her breast. The slide of his face over the sensitive peak provoked a response from the even more sensitive peak inside her panties. When he circled her nipple with his lips and touched his tongue to her, she tensed involuntarily. The sensation was so strong, so good.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes,” she whimpered. “Yes.”

She rose up and he pulled her panties down, his hands slowly gliding down her legs. His touch was strong yet tender and melted away the fear. His hand cupped her and she pushed against it, encouraging him. She wanted to feel some part of him inside her...

Feed the Fire is now available at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, All Romance and OmniLit!

Taste of a Cowboy

Excerpt from Mount Up, The Seduction in Memory Grove Series (Book Two)

Luke stopped the truck in front of his house and she jumped out and ran for the door. His heavy footfalls were right behind her.

She cleared the front door but lost her balance on the stairs and fell forward. Her composure was gone and she started to cry as she pulled herself up and trudged up the stairs toward the guest bedroom.

He caught her by the arm at the landing and spun her around. “Natalie, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”

“Fuck you.” She wiped the tears off her cheeks and tried to stop her chin from quivering.

Something snapped in him. His face turned stone-like and he wrapped an arm around her waist and dragged her into his bedroom. He slammed the door behind him and released her.

“What’s that? What did you say to me?” He pulled his t-shirt over his head and unbuckled his belt.

“What are you doing?” She backed up toward the bathroom.

“You said, ‘fuck you.’ So, that’s what I’m going to do.”

“No, you’re not.” She crossed her arms over her chest in a defiant gesture, feigning the courage she didn’t feel. She clamped her trembling fingers around her biceps.

“We’ll just see about that, sweetheart.” He dropped his pants and moved toward her.

Her reflexes were dulled by the alcohol and she didn’t struggle when he grabbed her shoulder and turned her away from him. He pushed her against the wall, holding her arms above her head. He kissed the back of her neck from one side to the other.

Her anger was dissipating, quickly being replaced with wanton need. She was melting, fast. He knew where all her erogenous zones were and just how to tantalize them.

His body pressed firmly against hers, immobilizing her. “Stop it,” she whispered, without much conviction. “Don’t touch me.”

With his free hand he reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down her legs, then yanked the skirt up over her hips. His hand trailed up the inside of her thigh and stopped just short of her mound. He kissed her ear. “If you want me to stop, tell me now and be real clear. Say no and I’ll stop.”

She believed him. He wouldn’t go any further if she said no, but she wasn’t going to say no. The promise of pleasure was too great. And he had apologized for being an asshole. She found herself mentally justifying giving in to her body’s yearning even though she was still angry. She should tell him to go fuck himself, but she didn’t.

“Yes.” She turned her head and opened her mouth. “Kiss me.”

He pushed his tongue against hers and lifted her shirt. He jerked her bra down, exposing her breasts. His hand strummed her hard nipples, moving from one to the other.

He knew just how to touch her, how to make her purr. “Don’t stop,” she whispered.

“No worries there, honey.” With that, he freed her hands and reached for a condom in the drawer beside the bed...

Mount Up is now available at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, All Romance and OmniLit!