Welcome Mahalia to my crib today during the Memorial Day Weekend! I know everyone will be busy the next couple of days, but I hope if you've taken the time to stop by, you'll leave her some love and read the excerpts!
Shut Up and Kiss Me
Being the bad girl has been Carrie’s gig since
childhood but being good for a certain drummer boy promises a beautiful future.
Blurb
Brought up in a traditional family
Carrie Stevens fights the bounds of propriety and flaunts her deviance with no
regard to personal consequences. With one exception…her big brother’s wishes
where his band is concerned. The sparks that fly when she’s around the one
taboo she’d love to date are only a tempting siren’s song, until she sees
there’s more to Shea than she’d originally thought. The sexy drummer might just
make her lose her heart, if he can put her past to rest.
Shea McNamara has been in love with
Carrie Stevens for years. Running in the same circle as her isn't easy. Her
choice in men irks him but she's in his blood as much as the drums he loves to
beat. All he has to do is convince her there’s more to life than the fast lane.
With her flirty attitude he refuses to allow her to call the shots.
Excerpt
She
ducked to the table, opening the crates to set out the shirts, posters,
stickers, hoodies and underwear with Crimson Rage’s logo on them. Carrie smiled
greeting fans that came up to buy from her. When the area cleared, she stuck
her head under the table to pull out more pieces. A shadow eclipsed the light
she needed to search through the tubs. Agitated, she looked up, ill prepared to
see her ex, Ty hovering over her. “I’m working.”
“Come
on now, sexy. It’s been awhile since we’ve seen each other.”
Some
things never changed. Apparently he thought coming onto her with a weak ass
line would get him somewhere. Ty looked good, immaculate, matter of fact too
perfect, from his kohl-lined eyes to his professionally groomed hair. An
opportunist if ever there was one, he never missed a chance to climb higher
using others to help him get there. Too bad she didn’t see the signs before
dating him for half a year. “You’re wasting your time. I never go backward.”
“Not
even a good fuck for ole time’s sake. You know the spot we always nabbed,
against the wall.”
“What
are you really here for? I was nineteen when I let you bang me behind the stage
after you played a really horrible set.” Blunt to no end, she slapped the
handful of packed T-shirts on the table.
“Who
says I want something?” Ty’s eyes darkened. If he wasn’t such a beanpole in
skinny jeans she’d be afraid he’d lay a hand on her.
“Whatever
you want Ty, I don’t. Please leave me alone.” Instead of leaving he bent down
to the table, trailing a finger down the side of her face, his eyes drifted to
her breasts. She shuddered in revulsion and leaned back, slapping his hand
away. “Fuck off.” To her horror, the song ended at the precise moment she
screamed the words. A hush fell over the on-lookers, keen on the drama playing
out in front of them.
“Fine.
When I make the big time don’t come crawling on your knees back to me.” Ty
sauntered off to the bar to get a drink.
Carrie
fumed in utter humiliation. With a fake tight-lipped smile pasted on her face,
she sold out of merchandise.
“Hey,
carebear.” Shea’s voice broke the monologue running through her brain,
screaming murder, murder, murder. He
held out a fresh drink for her. She snatched the plastic glass from his hands
quickly to avoid the zing of excitement his brief touch left her wanting.
The
blessed taste of grape vodka and lemon lime soda soothed her parched throat
while giving her a moment to compose herself.
Shea
tipped back a bottle of domestic beer and leaned on the edge of the table
regarding her.
“What?”
“Tryin’
to figure you out, carebear.” The way her pet name rolled off his tongue in a
thick whiskey tenor sent lava through her veins.
She
wondered what he was up to when he set his empty bottle down. Kneeling, he
grabbed a bag, rummaged through it and withdrew a black T-shirt. Shit. He
planned on switching out from his sweaty one right in front of her. She played
nonchalant by taking a swig of her drink.
He
edged the shirt up his sweat-incased body over his head. Who said sweat on a
man wasn’t sexy? Not her. He mopped his chest with his damp shirt and stuffed
the soiled garment in his shoulder bag. Nice. Her gaze roved from his abs of
steel, up to his pierced nipple and across the tribal artwork on his shoulder
wanting to devour every inch of him.
Suddenly
Kiss Me Deadly played in her mind.
Great time for 80’s rock music to enter her brain.
“Nice
humming voice.” When Shea chuckled, she realized she’d begun humming the Lita
Ford song. Gah…She sucked down the rest
of her drink and choked on a small bit of ice. Shea pounded on her back.
“The
ice melted. I’m good.”
“Heard
you were back in town. Plan on staying long?”
“I’m
here to stay for a while.” Disappointment hit when he shrugged into the new
T-shirt. Damn he looked even better with the shirt stretched over his muscles,
she thought as she tilted back in her chair. He would never wear skinny jeans
or kohl on his eyes. The prospect of making him her new lover rammed into her
for the briefest of seconds again.
“Penny
for your thoughts.”
Where
the new beer in his hand came from, she didn’t have the slightest clue. So she
said the words currently on the tip of her tongue. “Wanna fuck?”
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BLURB:
Neveah Harris finally has her chance. Two
albums in a row she’s worked with Crimson Rage’s lead guitarist. From
his perfectly styled hair to the faded jeans and tee’s he sports, she’s
quickly becoming groupie fan number one. The
only problem is, he doesn’t notice her dropped jaw every-time he enters
the same room. Her age and weight are issues she must face in order to
drum up enough courage to get his number.
Wade ‘Garrick’ Stevens is psyched to work on the newest cover for his band mates. They have a vision that only one sexy graphic artist can bring to life. The last two sold goldmines thanks to her brilliance. Underneath her professional front he senses she may be into just more than a working environment, which is just fine with him.
Years younger than her, he plans to convince her on one date. He’s sure sparks will ignite.
Wade ‘Garrick’ Stevens is psyched to work on the newest cover for his band mates. They have a vision that only one sexy graphic artist can bring to life. The last two sold goldmines thanks to her brilliance. Underneath her professional front he senses she may be into just more than a working environment, which is just fine with him.
Years younger than her, he plans to convince her on one date. He’s sure sparks will ignite.
EXCERPT:
Garrick moved from her ass to her top. With a flick of his fingers he popped open the buttons on her shirt, running his hands up her sides, to glide over her water bra. A solid B cup embarrassed her and added to her feelings of inadequacy. Blushing, she met his curious gaze and hint of smile. On bated breath she waited for him to divest her of her shirt completely. How did he make love? Was it the same way he played music. In any event she wasn't far from finding
out the answer. His unhurried pace agitated her though.
“You're like opening a favorite Christmas toy.” He bent and bit the curve of her nape, his hands skimmed down her arms sending her top to float to the floor and slid up her back, freeing the hooks on her bra. Garrick hooked his fingers in the straps and drew them down. Nevaeh's cunt clenched, her nipples hardened under his scrutinized appraisal.
“So perfect and I still have your sexy ass to see. Are you wet for me?” He cupped her breasts and squeezed. “I hope you're drenched.”
“Are you going to get undressed?”
“Eventually.” He winked and flicked open the button on her jeans. “Take them off nice and slow for me.”
Garrick made wiggling out of her jeans easier. Her hands quaked so much she wasn't sure she‟d have been able to undo her own button. Heat flushed to her face. With him she felt sexy. Under her lashes, she watched him take off his shirt and toss it on the floor. Ever had that feeling to just get something over with? Nerves overcame her arousal and she fumbled, unsure of herself. If just seeing him shirtless had the effect on her senses, how would she fare seeing him nude. “Oh God. Oh God.”
“That's usually reserved for later.” Garrick's response hit her. She'd said it out loud.
“I‟m sorry.” Nevaeh bent over to unbuckle her wedges and kicked them off her feet and whipped her head around to catch his response.
“What did we say about that phrase?”
Flushed red she turned to him clad in lace hipsters, she covered her breasts with her hands. Underneath his pants, the evidence of his arousal jerked. Nevaeh forced herself to bring her head level to his.
“Do you tease every woman you bed?” Instantly she regretted bringing up his past lovers. Garrick moved fast. He gripped her chin and glared at her.
“I'm—” He cut her off fusing his mouth to hers. Attraction mixed with a sudden surge of irritation and power left her breathless. He ran his hands to her lace and ripped each side in half. A slap on her ass propelled her to guess at his bidding. She spread her legs a few inches and the material brushed against her leg, fluttering to the floor. He plundered her mouth ruthlessly to the point where pain and pleasure mixed, the nips of his teeth and sweeps of his tongue turned her body into mush. Nevaeh slid her palms up his heated skin, noting no tattoos or pierced nipples. Using her fingernails, she grazed his nipples. Rigid muscle tensed under her touch. Pleased, she
lowered her head and took his nipple into her mouth, tweaking it with her teeth. A hard slap landed on her bare ass, warming it. The burn elicited a moan from her lips.
Garrick pushed her toward the couch with gentle dominance, directing her to the front. “I'm in the mood for a snack first.” He shoved her down roughly. In her life, no one had ever looked
at her with such raw hunger before.
Thanks again for stopping by Mahalia, those are some hot excerpts! Mahalia has graciously decided to give an ebook of either Shut Up and Kiss Me or Rhapsody. All you have to do is leave a comment and one lucky commenter will be drawn by Random.org on Sunday.
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