Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Before We Fall by Courtney Cole

Okay, so for those of you who don't know, I'll tell you two things.  One, I have the great honor of being Courtney Cole's crit partner so I get to read all her books early.  Don't hate. hehe  Two, this book is probably one of my favorites of hers. It's raw and edgy, real and gritty.  And awesome!  Very, very awesome.  I won't spoil anything for you, I'll just say that Dom is one of my fave broken bad boys to date, and, in my opinion, gives Pax a run for his money.  And the good news is that it releases today!  Woot!  You can get it on Amazon or Barnes and Noble , as well as several other sites I'm sure.  Let me know what you think.  We can gush about damaged Dom together.  LOL  Check out this cover and blurb.



In the bestselling tradition of J.A. Redmerski and Jessica Sorensen come the next novel in Courtney Cole's New York Times bestselling Beautifully Broken Series...

Sometimes before we fall . . . we fly.

One dark moment was all it took to turn twenty-four-year-old Dominic Kinkaide's world black. On the night of his high school graduation, a single incident changed him forever, and he became a hardened man-famous in the eyes of the world, but tortured inside. Now all he cares about is losing himself in the roles that he plays.

At twenty-three years old, Jacey Vincent doesn't realize how much her father's indifference has affected her. She is proof that sometimes it isn't one specific moment that wrecks a person, but an absence of moments. She tries to find acceptance in the arms of men to fill the void-a plan that has worked just fine for her, until she meets Dominic.

When jaded Dominic and strong-willed Jacey are thrown together, the combination of his secrets and her issues turns their attraction into the perfect storm. It could change their lives for good-if it doesn't tear them both apart . . .


Excerpt ONE for Be the First to Fall week:

“Are you feeling warm yet?”
I watch his lips as he speaks the words, husky and low.   His lips are full, yet manly and suddenly I ache to lean over and press mine to his, to touch them in any way that I can. 
But I don’t. 
Because I’m not a girl who gets used.  Not anymore. 
 “No, not at all.”
But Dominic takes that as a challenge.  He’s not used to hearing the word no and he’s not about to start now.  I see that in his dark eyes a scant moment before he dips his head and consumes my mouth.
I say consume, instead of kiss, because that’s what he does.
He consumes me.
His lips are fiery and hot and he kisses me with a fierceness that touches a secret part of me; moist, hot, firm, sexy.  I want to inhale him, to suck him down.  I vaguely feel his hands on my back, his warmth emanating through my clothes, his hardness pushing into my softness.
I’m breathless when he pulls away. 
“What about now?”
For the life of me, I’m afraid to answer that.  Instead, I pull away, just a bit, just enough that there is some space between us, but I can still absorb his warmth.   As my teeth chatter, both from the cold and from the sudden absence of his lips, I answer.
“I’m good.”
He laughs, a husky, low, naughty sound. 
“Oh, I’m sure of that.”
And just like that, I’m drawn back in… in toward his sexy smile, his arrogant gaze and his knowing smirk.  He’s bad for me.  Very bad for me.   I’ve got to remember that. 
He will decimate you, I tell myself.

But my problem is, every time I look into his dark eyes and see the mysterious things that lurk there, I forget that.   I forget everything that is supposed to matter.  


Courtney Cole is a New York Times and USA Today Bestselling novelist who lives near Lake Michigan.  She spends her days complaining about the cold and staring dreamily out her office window. To learn more about her, visit www.courtneycolewrites or www.courtneycoleauthor.com.

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

ALL THE PRETTY LIES IS LIVE!

I'll update this page with purchase links as they become available. OMG OMG OMG I hope you love this book and these characters as much as I do!!  *twirls*



The paperback will be available via Amazon and Barnes & Noble, but is already live at CreateSpace




Sunday, November 10, 2013

ALL THE PRETTY LIES PLAYLIST (and another excerpt- hehe)

If you've followed me for very long, you know how big of an influence music is in my life and in my writing.  I'm always so excited to share playlists.  I know, I know. I'm a huge nerd like that:D  LOL  Anyway, here are the songs that go along with Sloane and Hemi's journey in ALL THE PRETTY LIES.




You can scroll down on that ^^^ Spotify list to see the rest of the songs:)

I thought I'd pull out one in particular and give you bits and pieces of an excerpt that goes along with it.  It's not complete, but just enough to give you a feel for the scene. When Sloane goes back to The Ink Stain to get more of her tattooing done, this song is playing.  Afterward, she hears it in her head when she thinks of Hemi on other occasions.  It's called "Still Remains" by Stone Temple Pilots.  I hope you enjoy it with this excerpt and I hope you LOVE the whole playlist as you read the book:)





Excerpt:

“And did you like it?  Knowing that all those eyes were on you?  That everyone in that room, male and female, would slit a man’s throat for one little taste of you?”

“That’s insane!  No one in that room was looking at me that way.”

“Oh, that’s where you’re wrong,” he spits furiously.  “You have no idea what you looked like up there.  With your hair put up and a few curls dangling down on your shoulder.”  Reaching out, Hemi fingers the strands that still rest there.  “Your lips so red and kissable.”  His eyes rise to my mouth. I have the sudden urge to moisten my lips.  “And your breasts, so round and firm.  Oh, God!” he groans, “I’ve never wanted to touch somebody so bad in all my life.  Not one person.  Ever.  My tongue tingled just thinking about tasting you.  And when you looked up at me, I could see it in your eyes. You were wishing the same thing.  You were wishing I was touching you.”  His voice is low and thick, hypnotic.  It oozes over my skin like molasses.  “Tell me you were wishing I was touching you.”

He’s weaving a web of desire around me, his words like strands of the strongest silk, holding me captive. I’m trapped by them, ensnared by him until he either lets me go or makes me his.

Before I can think better of it, I give him honesty.  “I was.  I could barely breathe when you were looking at me,” I admit breathlessly.

“I know I’ll hate myself for this tomorrow, but I have to have a taste of you, Sloane.  I can’t deny myself for one more minute.  Let me show you what I was thinking when I saw you lying up there. Let me show you what it feels like when a man stops fighting.”  His words drift away as his face draws closer to mine.  I feel his breath, warm and moist, on my lips.  “Let me show you what it feels like when your wish comes true.”


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Saturday, November 9, 2013

ALL THE PRETTY LIES, chapter one sneak peek

Obviously, I'm getting super excited, so I thought I'd share the first chapter with y'all so you could be excited with me.  LOL  They say misery loves company, but I think excited people do, too! Or at least I do:)  hehe



CHAPTER ONE- Sloane

“Ohmigod, I can’t believe you’re going through with this,” my best friend Sarah says as I pull open the glass door to the tattoo parlor. 
Although I would never admit it to her, I actually get a little chill when I step over the threshold.  I’ve never been into a tattoo shop before, so I don’t know what the others are like, but this one is pretty intimidating.  The music is loud, the counter is black and every fixture in sight is chrome.  I swallow my sudden burst of nerves and push myself forward.
It’s reassuring that this place, The Ink Stain, comes very highly recommended.  And it’s easy to see why when I let my eyes run over the amazing art work that covers the walls. 
Somebody’s got some talent!
“Are you sure you want to do this, Sloane? I mean, your dad will kick your ass if he finds out,” Sarah continues.  When I stop suddenly to look back at her, she nearly runs into me. “Shit!” she exclaims, pulling up before we bump chests.  She was busy examining the walls, too. 
“Number one, Dad can’t kick my ass. As of …” I glance around the neon-lighted interior of the shop, looking for a clock.  When I find one that’s in the shape of a skull with cross bones for hands, I squint to read what it says.  “Seven minutes ago, I’m officially beyond the control of the thick-headed Locke men.  And this is my first act of independence.”
“More like rebellion,” Sarah snorts.
“Semantics,” I say with a dismissive wave of my hand.  “Either way, I’m getting this damn tattoo and nobody’s gonna stop me.” 
“Are you sure it’s…safe?  I mean…”
I see the concern in her eyes and I love her for it. 
I give her my softest smile.  “It’s fine, Sarah.  Seriously.”
With one final, reassuring nod to her, I move forward to approach the shiny black counter.  I ring the bell for assistance.
While we wait for someone to come to the front, I walk along the borders of the room, admiring the sketches on display.  As someone with the heart of an artist, I can even better appreciate the skillful hand and eye behind the charcoal renderings.
A deep voice interrupts my study.  “Can I help you?”
I turn toward it, ready to explain what it is that I want, but the words die on my tongue.  Of all the works of art on the walls, none compares to the one I’m staring at now.
I see his features in separate bursts, like strobes of light striking the backs of my eyes.  Angular, masculine features seem to be carved in stone—slashing brows; luminous eyes; high cheekbones; chiseled mouth.  And it’s that mouth that I’m looking at when his lips curl up at the corners.  I’m staring. I know it and he knows it.  “See anything you like?”
My eyes fly to his.  They’re dark and teasing, and I blush accordingly.  “No,” I say automatically.  When I see one pierced brow shoot up, I realize how my answer must’ve sounded.  “I mean, I already know what I want.”
His other eyebrow rises to meet the first and I feel my cheeks burn.  I have no doubt they’re the color of ripe apples by now. 
“I love a woman who knows what she wants.”
My mouth drops open.  No one has ever flirted with me.  All the guys I’ve ever known have been terrified of my family, so I have no clue how to react to banter like this.  Other than to blush, much to my dismay.
Frick!
Obviously amused by my discombobulation, he chuckles.  The sound is like black silk, sliding over my skin in one cool, smooth swipe. 
More heat rushes to my face. I’m honestly afraid of what I must look like at the moment.  I don’t know what to do other than look away, so that’s what I do.  I glance down, breaking contact with his disconcerting eyes as I reach into my purse for my sketch.  I take a deep breath, using the search as an excuse to regain some modicum of composure.  When I locate the piece of paper I’m after, I walk wordlessly toward him and hand him the folded square.
He takes it from me, his eyes touching mine for a fraction of a second before he turns his attention to the paper.  I watch as he unfolds it then studies it for a heartbeat before he notices that it’s upside down. After he rights it, he pulls it in for closer examination. 
The overhead light shines down on his face, hiding much of his expression.  His long, thick lashes cast a shadow over his eyes and his brow is puckered in concentration.  I wait patiently for him to finish.
With a single nod of his head, he glances back up, his eyes clicking to a stop on mine. From across the room, I couldn’t see what color they were, only that they were dark and compelling.  But now I can see them clearly.  They are the deepest blue I’ve ever seen.  They pierce me like steel and leave me as breathless as midnight. 
“This is good.  Who drew it?”
My heart swells and flutters around inside my rib cage.  “I did.”
For an instant, I see appreciation flit over his face, but it disappears quickly as he fires off more questions.  “Is this to scale?  And are these the colors you’d like used?”  he asks as he turns to walk back toward the shiny countertop. “I’m Hemi by the way.”
Hemi.
What an odd name. “Hemi?  Isn’t that something on an engine?” I blurt. 
When he glances back at me, I get the impression that he’s amused again.  “Something like that.”
Hemi.  Like a big engine.  I can see that.  He seems fast.  And powerful.
“I’m Sloane.  And yes, the sketch is to scale and in the colors I’d like used.”
Hemi nods again as he steps behind the counter, reaching beneath it for some papers.  “And where did you want it?”
I don’t know why I feel like blushing again, but I do.  “Ummm, I’d like to have the half-open oyster shell on my right hip, toward the back and have the butterflies coming out of it and flying up my side.  Sort of around toward the front.”
He’s still nodding, but now frowning as well.  “Hmmm,” he murmurs.  “Let’s get these forms filled out and then I’ll take you back and have a look.  I’m not working on anybody else right now.”
“O-okay.”
Hemi explains to me what I’m signing—waiver, release and consent to tattoo.  It’s their way of saying, Hey, if we screw up, you’re screwed!  You’re eighteen or over and have given us permission to permanently mark your body.  If you don’t like it, tough shit.  Thanks and have a nice day.  But still, I don’t hesitate to sign them.  I know what I’m doing.  I experienced a little chill when I first walked in, but now, after meeting Hemi, I feel like I’m in good hands.  Warm, capable hands.
Or maybe I’m just bedazzled. 
Either way, I sign them quickly. I’m anxious to get to the next part.
I slide the papers back across the counter to Hemi and lay down the pen. He takes them, shuffles them into a neat pile and then sets them aside before he looks back up at me. 
“Ready?” he asks.  He might not know it, but that question holds so much more meaning than simply whether I’m ready to get a tattoo.
And so does my answer.  With a single, emphatic nod, I reply, “Yes.”
He tips his head toward the doorway through which he came.  “Then let’s do this thing.”
He starts toward the next room and I turn to grab Sarah’s hand.  I meet with resistance.
“Oh, no, no, no!  You’re not dragging me into this.  I’ll pass out, sure as shit.”
“What?  I’m the one getting poked with a needle a zillion times.  Why would you pass out?”
“Sympathy.  That’s why.”
I tilt my head to the side.  “Sarah, don’t be ridiculous. I want you to come back with me while I do it.”
She twists her hand free of my grip.  “I love you, Sloane, but this floor is probably the perfect place to get Hepatitis.  You’ll be in the chair. I won’t. If I go down, it’ll be face first in someone else’s blood. So thanks, but no thanks.”
“Sarah, there’s no blood on the floor. It’s not like that.”
“How do you know? This is the first tattoo parlor you’ve ever been to.”
“So?  Look at this place. It’s spotless.  It even smells clean, and you know that can’t be easy with all the drunk, smelly people that no doubt come through here.”
“You’re just making my point for me.  Nope. No way.  I’ll be waiting for you right…” she says, backing away from me toward one of the chrome-and-leather chairs that line one small section of the wall.  “Over…here.”
“Fine.  Miss this significant life moment.  It’s all right.  I’ll still love you.”
With a heavy, loud-as-I-can-make-it sigh, I turn toward the door.  Hemi has already disappeared into the next room, so I make my way slowly forward.
I hear a frustrated growl from behind me.  “Fine.” The word is followed by the clomp clomp clomp of platform-shod feet stomping toward me.  “So help me, if I pass out and get some sort of face fungus, you’re paying for all my doctor bills and any necessary plastic surgery.”
I smile broadly and loop my arm through hers when she stops at my side.  “I won’t let your face touch the floor.  I promise.”
“You don’t promise. You never promise,” she observes, eyeing me skeptically as we enter the next room.
“No, I just don’t make promises I can’t keep.  This one, I can keep.”
We stop and look around the room.  There are two other people getting tattoos.  They both look up at us.  They don’t look like they’re being tortured.  In fact, one of them looks kind of sleepy. Or drunk.  Either way, it makes me feel a little more at ease about the pain I just signed up for.
I tug Sarah forward and we make our way through the room.  The overhead lights are still bright, but they are strategically placed over the three reclining tattoo chairs.  It makes the rest of the space look intimately dim.
I walk toward Hemi where he’s standing at a little cubby against the back wall. It’s occupied by a small cabinet with a mirror over it, a rolling cart of some sort, and an empty tattoo chair.
I start to climb into it, but he stops me.  “Wait.  Show me exactly where you want the oyster shell before you sit down.  I might have to put you on your stomach or your side, depending.”
Feeling heat rise to my face yet again, I turn my right hip toward Hemi and pat the place where I want the shell.  “Here.”
Hemi squats beside me, reaches forward and raises the hem of my cami then drags his fingers up my side.  “With the butterflies up through here?” 
I feel chills break out behind the warm path of his touch and I bite my lip.  When he looks up at me with those amazing blue eyes of his, I nod.
“Okay, then let’s start with you on your stomach,” he says, stepping on a pedal on the floor that raises the foot and lowers the back of the chair, making it flat enough to lie prone.  “Hop up there and unbutton your shorts,” he says casually.
“Pardon?”
Hemi’s laughing eyes meet mine.  “Which part didn’t you get?”
“You need me to take off my pants?  In here?”
“No, I just need you to unbutton and unzip them a little.  Just enough that I can comfortably get to the area you want inked.”
“Oh,” I say, feeling like an ass.  “Okay.”
I climb up onto the flat surface and reach for my button and zipper.  I loosen them and then turn to stretch out on my stomach.  I feel like burying my face in my crossed arms, but I don’t.  I stare straight ahead until I see Sarah enter my vision and plop down in the chair across from me, promptly ignoring me for the phone in her hands.  I watch her for a few seconds, but I’m far too interested in who’s at the other end of me to pay her attention for long.  Finally, I turn my head to look down at Hemi, resting my cheek against my folded arms.  He’s sitting on a chair with wheels now, facing me at the level of my waist, with a long-necked lamp aimed at my lower body.
I catch and hold my breath when he reaches out and curls his fingers into the waistband of my shorts.  Hemi tugs the material down, wiggling it over my hips and lowering it just enough that he can easily access the whole area.  The only thing between him and my skin now is my underwear.
I watch as he slips a finger under the lacy elastic of my panties and pulls them down as well, leaving nothing between us but the heat of his hand.  Slowly, he rubs his palm over my hip.  Back and forth, he does this several times before he looks back at the sketch and then starts to trace one fingertip over my skin, as if he’s drawing it out in his head.
“You know,” he says, looking up at me, his palm coming to a rest, his thumb making an absent arc on my hip.  “I think it would be better if we came up a little farther toward your waist with the shell and then let the butterflies spill out, curving to run up your side in a loose serpentine pattern, like this,” he says, moving his fingers up over my ribs in a languid snaking path.  “I think it would look better than a straight line.”
In my head, I can see exactly what he’s saying. And I agree. It’s just that I’m having a hard time thinking and responding with his hands on me like they are.
“Sounds good. Whatever you think.  You’re the expert.”
Hemi grins and winks at me. “Oh, I like the sound of that.”  He reaches back to the table that sits behind him, grabs a little prep kit, a marker and my sketch.  He lays the drawing up on my butt.  “This is your first time, isn’t it?”  He’s not watching me when he asks; therefore he can’t see the color that burns in my cheeks.  He has no idea how right he is. In many ways. Being the daughter of a cop and the little sister to three more makes dating a challenge to say the least. Add to that all that happened when I was little, and you get a twenty-one year old virgin.  To tattoos as well as most everything else, too.
“Yes,” I reply in a small voice.
At this, Hemi finally looks back up at me.  “Don’t worry.  I’ll take good care of you.”  And for some reason, I believe him.  “We may have to break this up into two or three sessions, though.  I don’t want to overwhelm you, and there’s quite a few butterflies to do.  Plus, ribs can be a little more tender and tricky.”
“So you won’t do it all tonight?”
“I don’t think so.  Let’s start with the shell and one or two butterflies, and see how you’re doing.  Then we can go from there.  We don’t want you in the chair too long.  You can make an appointment to come back another time to get the rest.”
See him again?  Yes, please.
“Sounds good.”
Hemi pauses, with no grin on his lips and no teasing in his eyes. This time they seem just…warm.  “Are you always this easy?”
Before I have to try to formulate some pithy or flirtatious (or stupid) reply, Sarah speaks up for the first time since I laid down.  “Hell no!  She’s stubborn as a mule.”
“So it’s just me then.”  He stares at me for several seconds before his grin returns.  “Just easy for me.  I like that.”

The next thing I feel, aside from the damnable heat in my face, is the cool swipe of an alcohol pad as Hemi preps my skin for what’s to come.  I barely notice the moisture.  All my attention is riveted to the warm hand resting against my hip, holding me still.  Keeping me steady.  

Later on in the book, you'll learn why she chose butterflies and why they're such a theme for her.  And you'll get why I put them on all the swag, like the t-shirts (and key chains and mugs and bracelets and necklaces... LOL)


Sunday, November 3, 2013

ALL THE PRETTY LIES- follow the reviews and win!

I hate that I can't be around for the kick-off of reviews for this book. It is so, so special to me, but my father is even MORE special, so I'm with him right now.  Family first:)  Anywho, these amazing ladies are reading and reviewing ATPL and they're also very graciously hosting a big giveaway grand prize which is...  *insert drum roll here* a HUGE signed paperback set including the following:

Down to You
Up to Me
Everything for Us
The Wild Ones
Fragile
Madly & Wolfhardt (which includes Madly 1)
Madly & the Jackal
Blood Like Poison: For the Love of a Vampire
Blood Like Poison: Destined for a Vampire
Blood Like Poison: To Kill an Angel

That's A LOT of books!  LOL  All signed, sealed and delivered, so be sure to check the blogs for how to enter and win:)

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Wednesday, October 30, 2013

ALL THE PRETTY LIES- Cover and blurb reveal

It's been a long time since I've been this excited over a story, since characters ran away with my life and refused to bring it back for weeks.  I'm still suffering from the worst book hangover I've ever had and I've written a book since I finished this one. But that doesn't seem to matter. I can't get Hemi and Sloane out of my head.   And I'm dying to introduce them to you!!  OMG

When I saw this photo, I knew this had to be the cover.  It so perfectly captures not only a specific scene in the book, but the delicate beauty and sometimes heavy heart of Sloane.  It spoke to me so loudly, and I hope it speaks to you, too.  So, without further ado, here is the cover and blurb (and a teeny tiny teaser) for ALL THE PRETTY LIES, coming November 12th:




All the Pretty Lies
“Live, no regrets”

Her…
Sloane Locke has led a sheltered life.  However, with a history like hers, she can understand why her brothers and her father want so much to protect her.  She has gone along with it for twenty long years, but those days are over.  For the girl who never makes promises, Sloane has made a pact with herself that things will change on her twenty-first birthday.  So when the clock strikes midnight, Sloane strikes out to spread her wings and break a few rules.

Him…
In addition to inking skin, Hemi Spencer possesses many talents. Controlling himself has never been one of them.  It’s never had to be.  He’s lived a life of indulgence for as long as he can remember.  Right up until tragedy struck.  Now, he’s nothing but controlled. He’s a man on a mission, one who will let nothing and no one stand in his way. 

Them…
Nothing in their lives could’ve prepared Sloane and Hemi for what they’d find in each other—distraction and obsession, love and possession.  But the one thing they can’t find is a future.  Neither one has been totally honest.  And they’ll soon learn that the devil is in the details.  In the details and in the lies.

How far will two people go to live in the now when the now is all they’ve got?

PREORDER on iTunes


Excerpt:

Hemi stands to throw something into the garbage.  When he turns back toward me, our eyes collide.  That’s when the impulse hits me.  It slams into me like a gust of wind going ninety miles an hour. It steals my breath and makes my heart beat so hard that I can hear it in my ears.  And for once in my life, I put thought aside. I don’t overthink it. In fact, I don’t think about it at all.  Before I can change my mind, I slide off the table and step toward him.  He doesn’t move, doesn’t back up, just stands tall and perfectly still.  Watching me.  I wonder if he knows what I’m thinking, how I’m feeling. What I’m about to do.  And I wonder if he’ll stop me.

But I don’t overthink that either. If I do, I’ll chicken out.  And I can’t afford to chicken out on life anymore.
I take another step toward him, building up the nerve to just do it, just kiss him.  But Hemi surprises me when he takes the step that will bring us near enough to touch.

He’s so close, my chest almost brushes his every time I inhale. I sway toward him the tiniest bit, craving the contact.  With him.  A perfect stranger.

“Sloane,” he whispers, the sound of my name on his lips bringing chills to my arms again.  He reaches out to push my hair back over my shoulder.  His fingertips linger on the skin of my neck before they fall away.

“Hemi,” I sigh, melting into the heat of his eyes.  I knew there was something between us. Well, I’d hoped. Hoped I wasn’t imagining it. But now I know I wasn’t.  It’s there, staring out at me from behind his hooded midnight eyes. Blatant and unabashed, he wants me.  And I want him, too.

“You need to walk out that door and never come back.”

My heart stops.  Of all the things I thought he might say, this came out of nowhere.  “What?” I ask in a small, uncertain voice.

“You need to leave.  And don’t look back.”

I scramble to recover.  “But…but what about the rest of my tattoo?”

“I’m not talking about your tattoo and you know it.”

“Then what are you talking about?” I inquire, playing dumb to save what’s left of my crumbling pride.

“I’m talking about you.  And me.  This. Us.”

“There is no us.”

“There will be in about thirty seconds if you don’t get the hell out of here.”

“What if I don’t want to leave?” I’m confused. Is he saying that he wants me?  Or that he wants me to go?

“I’m not asking.”

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why do you want me to go?”

“Because guys like me change girls like you.”

“Girls like me?”

“Innocent girls.”

“What if I’m not that innocent?”

His lips quirk in a wry grin.  “Oh, you’re exactly that innocent.  I can practically smell it on you. Sweet, pure, untouched.  And, if I’m being honest, I’d like nothing better than to taste that on the tip of my tongue.”

“Then what’s stopping you?”

I watch him wrestle with…something.  “I don’t have the time or the inclination to get involved in ruining someone else’s life.”

“What makes you think you’d ruin my life?”

“Oh, trust me.  I would.”

“But—”

“But nothing.  For tonight, I’ll be the good guy you need me to be.  Whether you know you need it or not. I’m asking you to leave, Sloane.  But I promise you—promise you—that if you so much as darken my doorway again, I won’t let you walk back out again.”

I’m torn between heady elation and harsh rejection.  “Hemi—”

“Go, little girl,” he says softly.  “Go before I change my mind.” 

Monday, October 21, 2013

Wild Child is LIVE! And it's early!

I guess it's always better early than late, right? Right:)  Here are the purchase links that I have so far. I'll update them as they come online.

I hope you love, love, love the story, and that you'll consider leaving your honest review on your retailer site.  It's a huge help to us authors and I, personally, am forever grateful for your time and your feedback!

I'll leave you with this:  Save a horse, ride a bull!  (<-----you'll totally get that after you read the story)

Live:

Amazon US

Barnes and Noble

Amazon UK

Smashwords

Kobo

iTunes


Friday, October 18, 2013

Wild Child--the playlist

So y'all know how much I love music and how much it inspires me when I write.  I know you haven't read Wild Child yet, but I wanted to share Rusty and Jenna's playlist with you. I'm curious to see how it sets the mood and tone for the book, if it paints a picture for you.  To me, the playlists themselves tell a story.  I hope they do the same for you:)


 


HAPPY FRIDAY!!!!

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Wild Child teaser

I have a love/hate relationship with teasers and excerpts.  For me, it is incredibly difficult to pick just one or two parts of books that I adore and expect them to do the story justice.  Do I do steamy?  Do I do funny?  Decisions, decisions.

For this teaser, I chose the heartfelt.  Why?  Because at the root of this story is so much heart.  There's pain and devastation, but there's also hope and happiness.  Eventually. LOL  With that said, I give you a teeny tiny peek at Rusty and Jenna's tumultuous love story.



You can check out these super amazing blogs for their review on Wild Child:

October 14
Vilma's Book Blog
3 Chicks & Their Books

October 15
TSK TSK What to Read
No BS Book Reviews

October 16
Readers Live a 1000 Lives
Read This, Hear That

October 17
I Read Indie
Madison Says

October 18
Book Bitches Blog
Into the Night Reviews

October 19
Holly's Hot Reads
The Soul Sisters

October 20
SMI Book Club
Ramblings From This Chick

October 21
Love N. Books
The Boyfriend Bookmark

October 22
Just Booked
Angela’s Smexy Book Reviews

October 23
Nomi's Paranormal Palace
Book Addict Mumma

October 24
Always YA at Heart
Spare Time Book Blog

October 25
A Life Bound by Books
Confessions of a Vi3tBabe

October 26
Reality Bites!
Seeking Book Boyfriends

October 27
Cocktails & book
Book Boyfriend Reviews

Monday, October 14, 2013

Trick or Treat with Rusty winner is...

... Donna V!  Congratulations!  You've been emailed.  Please respond within 48 hours to collect your prizes:)

Tune in tomorrow for an excerpt of Wild Child.

Happy Monday everybody!!!

Thursday, October 10, 2013

Trick or Treat with RUSTY

Gather, kittens!  I have a delicious task for you today.

In honor of the upcoming October 22nd release of Wild Child, I have a little contest I want to run.  Without giving away too much information, I'll tell you that there is some dress-up in Wild Child.  Rusty in costume.  O_O  Can you imagine?  I hope you can because I want to see it!  What does YOUR vision of Rusty in costume look like?

Here's what you do.

Take one of the following four excerpts and apply it to the graphic of what your Rusty in costume looks like.

1.  “Oh no.  When the time finally comes, I want you screaming my name.  More than once.”-- Wild Child by M. Leighton.  Oct 22, 2013

2.  I know this because she keeps looking back, making sure I’m watching.  Teasing me.  I’d be willing to bet those ruffled little panties she’s wearing are damp.-- Wild Child by M. Leighton.  Oct 22, 2013

3.  I flick my tongue over her, just once, and I inhale. “God, I miss this.” I feel her shudder when I exhale warm, moist air on her.  --Wild Child by M. Leighton.  Oct 22, 2013

4.  Save a horse, ride a bull. Find out what it's all about in Wild Child by M. Leighton.  Oct 22, 2013

Here's how you can get entries.

1.  Post the graphic on your facebook page and tag me in it.

2.  You can also tweet it and @ mention me in it to enter.

3.  You can also receive extra entries for tweeting the giveaway and liking my author page on FB

The Rafflecopter for it is right on my sidebar.

I  CANNOT WAIT to see these pictures! OMG  Nom nom nom

Now, what's up for grabs?  

-- An ecopy of Wild Child gifted to you on release day
-- A Wild Child t-shirt
-- A Wild Child keychain
-- A one-of-a-kind Wild Child charm bracelet

You must be 18 or older to win.  The contest is open internationally.  It begins now and runs through Sunday at midnight.  Winner will be notified and posted on Monday, Oct 14.

Good luck!  Now go find some hotties!





Tuesday, October 1, 2013

To share or not to share

That's NEVER a question for me. I'm a sharer.  Always.  To a fault.  I just want y'all to know that it is absolutely driving me insane not to be able to share stuff from my books.  Thus far in my career, I've always been able to share what I'm working on because I publish so quickly after finishing. But now...now I find that I can rarely, if ever do that anymore. I can't share my Berkley projects. I can't share the one I just finished because it's not time yet.  GAH!  It's. Driving. Me. Crazy.  More so now than ever!

*stops to take a deep breath and compose self*

Anyway, I just wanted y'all to know that I simply CANNOT WAIT to be able to share some graphics and excerpts and teasers, fun posts and swag with you, even if I might be even CRAZIER by the time I can.  *sigh*

Until then, HAPPY TUESDAY!


Friday, September 27, 2013

EVERYTHING FOR US IS ON SALE

The lovely Jenn Diaz just tagged me in a post saying this book is on sale.  OMG! I had no idea, but it really is, so go get your copy!  Hurry! I have no clue how long this might last.  LOL  Here are the links:

Amazon
Barnes and Noble

As of this minute, it is NOT on sale on iTunes or Kobo, but it may drop soon. I don't know. Here are the links to keep a check:)

iTunes
Kobo

Get your Nash on, #NashtyGirls!!

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

WILD CHILD- Cover Reveal and Blurb

It's been over a year since you met Trick and Cami.  Rusty and Jenna  have waited patiently to have their story told.  The time has come.  On October 22, see whether the wild best friends of Trick and Cami will get the happy ending they didn't even know they wanted.  Until they met each other.


Jenna Theopolis has always known what she wanted.  Getting out of her small hometown of Greenfield was number one on her list of priorities.  Until she met Rusty Catron.

Rusty’s fun-loving personality was the perfect match for Jenna’s inner wild child.  But what started off as a summer fling quickly turns into something more.  At least it does for Jenna.

Rusty has lived with the ghost of his father’s abandonment since he was a child, but now he’s beginning to feel the crippling effects of his scars.  He wants to trust in Jenna, but deep down he doesn’t believe someone so wild and free can ever be tamed. 


But tragedy strikes, pushing Jenna out of Greenfield and leaving Rusty with a choice to make—face his inner demons or lose the love of his life.  Forever.

Thursday, September 5, 2013

Everything for Us- The Soundtrack

I know many of you are curious as to where the songs from the playlist fit in the story, and that listening as you read or think about the book enhances the experience. It certainly does for me!  LOL  So, with that in mind, I'm adding the playlist to my sidebar (in its entirety), as well as putting the YouTube videos in here for a few songs, along with a few non-spoilery sentences explaining how they fit into the story.  I hope you enjoy it and that it enriches the love story of Nash and Marissa for you:)

Bad for Me--  This song captures Marissa's struggle with knowing Nash is bad for her, but being unwilling (or unable?) to walk away.

Fast Car-- I feel like this is Nash's overall feeling toward Marissa in the first portion of the book.  As far as a scene goes, think of the library.  *wink*

Your Love is My Drug-- Marissa knows Nash is like a drug to her.  And Nash might just feel the same way.

I Touch Myself-- If you've read it, you know where this one comes in.  *wink*



Beneath Your Beautiful-- This song is perfect for the entire story.  Both Marissa and Nash are beautiful on the outside.  That's undeniable. What they hide is the ugly that they feel.  And what they want is to see the real beauty in the other, the beauty they each know is there in the other.



It's Been Awhile-- This song fits when Nash is thinking back to NOLA

The Broken Ones-- Because Marissa knows he's broken. And she is, too.

Disaster-- Marissa finds out Nash's secret and feels everything between them crumbling down around her.

Endlessly-- Because, he will.