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IT'S NATIONAL ORGASM DAY!!! To celebrate, here is the beloved van scene from PLAY WITH ME! :)

“Who called them?” Natalie asks and points a drunk finger toward the door. We follow her manicured hand to find Caleb and Matt sauntering to us, trying not to smile.Gosh, the Mungumrys are pretty.“We don’t want to go home yet.” Jules pouts. “The bar is trying to close, Jules,” Matt tells her. “We need to start taking you guys home.”“I’ll call Nate and have him pay them to stay open longer,” Jules reaches for her phone, but Matt just laughs at her. “Uh, Jules, it’s against the law for them to stay open any later than this.”“Well, shit,” Sam mutters.“Yeah, shit,” I mutter in agreement. “Okay, let’s go.” We all slam our last shot, grab our bags and head toward the door.Thank goodness my feet are still intact this time.“I’m gonna go get some orgasms!” Natalie announces to all of us as we stand on the sidewalk and wait for Caleb to bring the car around. I grin and raise my fist to bump hers. “Hey! I can get some this time too! Wait.” I turn my blurry eyes to Matt. “Did Will get home?”Will had to travel to New York this weekend for an away game. I hate it when he’s gone.“Yes, he’s waiting for you at home,” Matt replies with a half-smile.“Good! Orgasms for me!” The girls all laugh and high five each other, half of us missing the others hands in our drunken stupor.Caleb pulls up to the curb in a mini-van that he must have borrowed from someone to cart us all around in. He hops out of the drivers’ seat to help Matt get us all in and settled, then Matt gets in the drivers’ seat and Caleb in the passenger seat. “I need orgasms,” Brynna pouts. She is hilariousdrunk. This dark haired woman is a vixen when given some liquid courage.“That one guy who was dancing with you would have given you some,” I remark with a smirk and Caleb’s head whips around to glare at us.“What man?” he asks, his voice low and hard.“Just some dude who wanted to get his groove on,” Natalie responds. “And by groove, I mean giving Bryn some orgasms.”We all laugh, like that’s the funniest thing we’ve ever heard. ‘Cause it is. “Hey, are you guys good at giving orgasms?” I ask the brothers and then smirk when Matt shakes his head ruefully and Caleb puts his hand over his eyes, trying to hold onto his patience. “I bet you are. I bet it’s ‘netic, ‘cause Will can give some fucking good orgasms.”“I want some rough sex,” Sam responds. “I like to be spanked.”“Seriously?” Brynna asks, her eyes wide.“Haven’t you ever been spanked?” Sam asks her, and Brynna shakes her head no. Hmm… I think I’ll have Will spank me tonight.“It’s totally hot,” Sam tells her and we all nod in agreement. Matt shakes his head again as we turn a corner.“What’s wrong, Matt?”“Must you guys talk about sex?” he asks. “I’m related to most of you.”“What’s wrong, you don’t like it rough?” Brynna asks with a smirk. Because I’m sitting right behind him, I hear him mumble, “You have no idea how rough I like it.”“Dude,” Caleb scolds him. “Shut it.”“What? They’re talking about it.”“Yeah! I need to get laid,” Brynna mumbles again. “Seriously guys. Like laid for days. Like, we just do it over and over and over…”“Enough!” Caleb yells, startling all of us. Matt laughs at him as we all look at each other. “I think Caleb needs to get laid too,” Jules remarks with a smug smile. “Nat, how do you spell orgasm?” she asks, her face practically pressed to the screen of her phone.“You don’t spell it, you feel it.”“No, I’m texting Nate and I’m gunna tell him I need some.”“I think he knows,” I tell her. Well, the one on the right. There are three of her. “Nate looks like he gives really good orgasms.”“Oh, he seriously does. I never realized what that apa could do until I met him.” She’s nodding and texting and I’m stunned.“He’s pierced?” I squeak.“Yep.”“Holy shit!”“No way!”“Why?!”All the girls are stunned, throwing questions out at once, but I’m speechless. Holy shit. He’s pierced.Lucky Jules.“I wonder if Will would get pierced?” I ask the van at-large, but both Matt and Caleb respond with a loud, “No!”Suddenly, Caleb’s phone is ringing. “Hey, man.”“Who is that?” Jules asks.“Yeah, we have them and we’re on the way to your place first.” Caleb says as he looks back at Nat, who is curled in a little ball with a grin on her pretty face.“Are you thinking about orgasms?” I ask her.“Mmm hmm.” She confirms. “Luke’s good at them too.”Lucky bitch.We’re all lucky bitches.Well, those of us getting orgasms.“Luke’s waiting for you, Nat.” Caleb tells her as he hangs up the phone.“I know,” she smiles.“There is no one at home to smack my ass,” Sam remarks darkly, a scowl on her beautiful face.“You should have picked someone up at the bar,” Jules replies. “Nat, how do you spell pussy?”Matt chokes on the soda he was drinking. “Seriously, Jules, shut up! You’re my sister!”“Oh, stop. I’m a grown up. I’ve been having sex for more than a decade.” She waves him off. “Meg, how do you spell cock?”“I don’t know,” I wrinkle my forehead in thought. All my words are gone. “Shit, I have ‘nesia!”“Shit,” Brynna replies. “I think you spell it c-o-c-k. But you’re not supposed to spell it, Jules, you’re supposed to suck it.”“Sonofabitch,” Caleb mutters and answers his ringing phone. “Hi Will. I sound like this because these drunker than fuck women won’t stop talking about sex…”I rip the phone out of his hand. “Hey, sssssexy football player.”“Hi, honey. Are you having fun?”God, his voice is hot.“Yeah. I want orgasms. I get to have them this time, right?”He laughs in my ear and I smile. “As long as you don’t throw up, yes.”“I won’t throw up,” I frown. “I want you to smack my ass. Sam reminded me that I like that. But I have ‘nesia ‘cause I can’t remember how to spell pussy.”“Uh, Meg, my brothers are right there.”“I know your brothers are right here!” I roll my eyes and giggle. “They’re my brothers too!” Jules yells at him. “Jesus, you guys got really drunk.” Will chuckles.“Well, yeah. It’s a bitcherlet party, Will.” I squirm in my seat. “Now, as I was saying. You know where I have my clit…” Before I can say another word, Caleb takes the phone back, scowling at me.“Dude, what is up with all these horny women?” he asks Will.“Hey! I wasn’t done!”“Meg,” Jules peers over at me. “My brothers don’t want to know that you have your clit pierced.”I hear Will yelling on the phone, even over the girls gasps, and then Caleb pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. “Yes, she told.”Matt glances at me in the rearview and I shrug. “What?” He laughs and shakes his head. “Nothing.”“Hey, it makes things interesting.” We pull up to Nat’s house, and Luke comes out to gather his girl. He smiles sweetly at her as he lifts her out of the van.“Welcome home, baby.”“Hi, handsome.” She cups his face in her hands and kisses him deeply as he carries her inside and waves back at us.“Orgasms,” Brynna sighs and sits back in her seat.Next stop is Nat and Jules’ old house where Brynna and her girls have been living for the past few months. Brynna steps out of the van, but stumbles, and Caleb easily lifts her in his arms and smiles down at her as she wraps her arms around his neck.“You don’t have to carry me,” she murmurs to him as he walks to her front door.“It’s okay, sweetheart,” he mumbles back and I sigh. Gosh, he’s sweet. All the guys are so sweet.“I like sweet guys,” I announce.“Why?” Jules asks.“I dunno.” I frown and think about it. “They taste good.”Sam nods in agreement. “They do. But they taste good when they’re naughty too.”“Oh, yeah.” I remember. “Okay. I like sweet, naughty guys.”Caleb climbs back in and we take Sam home. “You okay?” Matt asks her as she climbs out of the van.“Yeah, I’m fine. I have to go call Brandon.”“Who’s Brandon?” Jules asks.“Fuck buddy. I need to be spanked. ‘Night all!” And with that she disappears into her downtown apartment building.“Atta girl!” I yell at her. “You go get some.”Jules smirks and looks over at me. “I’m so glad we did this.”“So fun,” I agree.“We’ll do it again when you get married.”I frown at her and shake my head. “Not getting married.”“Why?”“Will will leave me before that.” I shrug and sigh. “But I’ll enjoy him for now.”I look up to find Caleb and Jules both scowling at me, and Matt eyeing me again in the mirror. “What?”“Why would he leave you?” Caleb asks quietly.“They always leave.”“Who?” Matt asks.“People I love.” I sigh again and look at Jules who is watching me with understanding eyes. She and Nat are the only ones who really know. “I can’t tell him, Jules. If I tell him I love him, he’ll go.”“No he won’t, sweetie.” She squeezes my hand and then grins. “He’ll fuck the shit out of you.”“No he won’t.” I shake my head. “He says he never fucks me. Even when he fucks me.”“What does that mean?” she asks with a frown as the guys up front share a glance.“I dunno.” We pull up to Jules’ building. “Go get your apagasms.”“Okay.” She smiles widely at the tall, devastatingly handsome man walking out to the curb to claim her. “See you Saturday.”Nate lifts her in his arms and waves at us before carrying her back inside out of the cold. They’re so pretty together. Their babies will be knock outs.I snort.Knock outs. Nate used to fight. Why this is so funny to me, I’m not sure, other than it’s still the alcohol talking.I must fall asleep because suddenly the van door opens again and Will leans in, smiling gently at me. “Hey, lazy girl. Let’s get you inside.”He lifts me easily out of the van and I wrap myself around him, so happy to be cradled in his strong arms.“Thanks guys. Have a good night.”“No problem, man. Good luck with her.” My eyes are closed, but I can hear Caleb’s grin.“Good night, boys. Go find some orgasms,” I instruct them and can’t help but smile at their laughter. I love these guys.
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SAFE WITH ME excerpt for July!

First, I have to say thank you. Thank you for continuing to be patient and supportive in your wait for Caleb and Brynna's story. I promise you, it will be worth the wait!

As a thank you, I've decided to give you three long excerpts between now and release day, September 24th.

This is the first. I hope you enjoy it! As always, this may be altered or deleted prior to publication and is intended for adult readers.

Happy reading!


“I don’t know about this,” I mutter and watch as Caleb pushes a clip into his handgun with a loud snick.“You need to learn,” he reminds me for the thousandth time since we left the post office and he told me we were coming to the shooting range.“Why? I don’t like the idea of having a gun in the house with the girls.”“The girls won’t be shooting it.” He passes me a pair of clear shooting glasses and a set of earmuffs.“Caleb, accidents happen.”“Number one,” he begins, his voice hard, jaw locked and eyes cold. He’s in military mode. It’s fucking scary.“Any weapon in your house will either be on our person or locked away. The girls will never have an opportunity to have an accident.” He cocks an eyebrow at me, waiting for me to respond.I’ll be damned if I will say yes, sir.“Okay,” I respond and lift my chin.His lips twitch before he continues.“Number two, you need to learn this so you can protect yourself. The people who may or may not be looking for you are dangerous, and they will have firearms. Your screwdriver can’t compete with that.”“Hey,” I begin, but he cuts me off.“And number three,” he leans in to whisper in my ear. “Don’t be a pussy.”That does it. Just like that, I’m fucking pissed as hell. Pussy? I’m no damn pussy. I narrow my eyes at him and push my face up to his. “Bring it on, sailor.”“Good girl,” he mutters and grins down at me proudly. “Have you ever held a handgun before?”“No.”“Okay.” He holds it up for me to inspect. “This is the safety. It’s off because we’re about to shoot it.” He grins at me and I can tell he loves this. “This clip has ten rounds in it. I have four more with me.”“Got it,” I nod, staring at the black weapon in his hands. “Do you want me to go first?” he asks.“Yes, please.”He nods, pushes his own glasses onto his face and sets his target. I glance around the range and take in the smell of gunpowder and male sweat. It’s deserted right now, in the middle of a weekday. We are at the farthest window down, and are completely alone.And Caleb is completely in his element.“Stand back just a bit. I don’t want one of these hot shells to hit you when it comes out of the pistol.”“Got it.” I take my place, and when he’s satisfied that I’m safe from getting hit, he turns to the target, raises the gun in both hands, his arms extended and muscles completely flexed and takes his first shot.And I’m immediately wet and panting.For the love of all that’s holy this man is pure, unadulterated sex on a fucking stick.He squeezes the trigger slowly for a couple of shots, and then empties the clip quickly, not taking his eyes off the target.When he looks back at me, he smiles smugly and pulls his target to him.“You okay?” He asks.“Fine.” I clear my throat and feel my eyes widen when his target approaches. There is a huge hole where the chest was and another in the top of the head. “Nice shot.”He shrugs and replaces the target with a fresh one and sends it out. “Your turn.”“Maybe you should take another turn,” I mention, trying to keep my voice light. I’m suddenly nervous as hell. “Pussy,” he whispers and laughs when I glare at him. He pulls out the empty clip and hands me a new, loaded one and the gun. “Load your clip.”I do, clumsily.“Relax, baby, you’ll get the hang of it. You just need practice.”My heart stutters at baby. “Now, face the target. Feel the weapon in your hands, Bryn. It’s heavy. When it fires, it’s going to have a bit of a recoil.”“Oh, goody,” I murmur.“You’ll be fine.”I face the target and stare down at the weapon in my hand. How did I get here? How did my life come to this?“Raise the gun.” I follow his order and stare hard at the target roughly twenty yards from me. I squeeze the trigger and the first shot recoils harder than I expected, making me jump.“Easy,” Caleb murmurs behind me.“I’m fine.” Maybe if I keep saying it I’ll start to believe it myself.He moves up behind me and nudges my legs apart. “Widen your stance for balance.”I fire again, and my blood thickens as adrenaline pumps hard and fast through me. It doesn’t take a Navy SEAL to figure out how to line up the sights, and I squeeze the trigger, again and again, my body taught with aggression that I didn’t even know I’d been holding. Shooting is great therapy.When my clip is empty, Caleb wordlessly shows me how to switch it out, and I continue to throw the bullets down the range, clip after clip, until all four are spent.I set the heavy gun on the shelf, pull my goggles and earmuffs off and step back. I have to lock my knees because my legs feel like Jell-O and I’m afraid I’ll fall. My arms are humming, I’m panting, and I swear to God, I could run a marathon.Suddenly, Caleb steps up behind me and presses the button to bring the target back to us.“Take a deep breath,” he whispers against my ear and I instinctively respond, pulling in a long, deep breath. He presses his chest against my back, his thighs against the back of my own, and pulls in a long breath of his own. “You smell so fucking good.”His cock stirs against my backside, through his jeans. He pulls his hands up my arms and down my sides to my hips, where he rests them as he runs his nose up the side of my neck.With the noise and feel of the gun still in my head, my heart still pounding like crazy, I want him.Now.“You have no idea how fucking good you feel pressed up against me like this,” he whispers, his voice rough and strained. “I think I have an idea,” I respond, surprised to hear the raw need in my own voice. Closing my eyes, I lean my head back on his shoulder and relish in the feel of his hands kneading my hips and his face pressed into my neck. My nipples are puckered and straining against my bra, and goosebumps have broken out up and down the length of my body.I want him unlike anything or anyone I’ve ever wanted before.“Caleb.” His name is a whisper, a prayer.“Smell so damn good.”“Touch me,” I demand softly. His hands still. He kisses my neck softly, takes a long, deep breath, and then backs away.I turn around in surprise and in full-blown anger.“What kind of game are you playing?” I demand.“I’m not playing a game.” He crosses his arms over his chest. “Caleb.” I just stare at him for a long moment. Thirty seconds ago his hands were on me and he was whispering the sweetest things in my ear.Now he’s turned back into the drill sergeant.And men say women are confusing.Finally, he turns and pulls the target down.“I’ll be damned,” he whispers.“Let me see.”There are a few stray bullet holes around the white part of the target, but in the center of the chest and the top of the head are two good-sized holes where my bullets pierced the paper.“You’re a natural.”I shrug like it’s no big thing, but inside I’m doing the mega happy-dance. “Not so much a pussy, I guess.”Caleb laughs, long and loud and scoops me up into a long hug. “Definitely not a pussy,” he agrees as he pulls away from me.“Caleb?” My heart is beating hard, and I’m still pissed at him. He’s smiling down at my target, but when his eyes meet mine, he sobers.“Yeah.”“Don’t fucking touch me like that again unless you plan to finish what you start.”His eyes go hard and his jaw tightens. Before I can turn and walk away, he grabs my wrist and pulls me against him, pinning my arms between our bodies. “Let’s get this straight, Brynna. I want you so fucking bad my teeth ache. I’ve wanted you for months. But you’re part of my family, and I’m supposed to be protecting you. Dropping my guard and fucking you into the mattress is not the way to keep any of you whole.”I gasp as his words sink in and I want to beg him to take me home do exactly that; fuck me into the mattress, but before I can speak, he lowers his forehead to mine and clenches his eyes closed as if in pain. “I’m not going to fuck up our friendship, or make things weird for you with my family, just because I can’t keep my damn hands off you. You mean too much for that.”I lean into him, wanting to comfort him, but he sighs, lifts his head and plants his lips on my forehead for a long few seconds and then backs away, turns his back on me, and loads the weapon and clips back into his locking gun box.“I apologize. I won’t touch you again.” Before I can argue, ask him to talk with me about this, he stalks off ahead of me. “Let’s go.”
Copyright Kristen Proby 2013. All rights reserved.

4th of July... remember why we LOVE Caleb Montgomery!

I don't have any snippets of SAFE WITH ME to share with you yet, but because it's the Fourth of July, and Caleb is our Navy SEAL, I thought it would be fun to re-read the scene where we meet the alpha, over-protective man that we've grown to love. This is the baby shower scene in FIGHT WITH ME. Enjoy and have a happy and safe holiday!

Please remember: this is copyrighted material.




“Who the fuck are you?”
“Caleb!” I turn to march toward him, but Nate stops me with a hand on my shoulder.  His eyes are locked on Caleb’s, ice cold, but his face is completely expressionless.If this is how he looked at his opponents in the ring, I’m surprised they didn’t turn and run and cry for their mommy.“I’m Nate McKenna.”  Nate steps forward and extends his right hand.  Caleb doesn’t take it, he just keeps staring at Nate.I frantically look around the room for help, but everyone is just watching the show, wondering what’s going to happen next.“Why are your hands on my sister?”  Caleb doesn’t move, his face is also expressionless.Fuck, I was afraid of this.  Of all my brothers, Caleb has always been the most protective.  He’s a Navy SEAL, he can kill someone and make it look like natural causes, and I think if you look “testosterone” up in the dictionary, there would be a photo of his handsome face rather than a definition.  He’s the same height as Nate, and roughly the same build.  He’s scary.And he loves me.Not a good combination.“Caleb,” I try again, but Nate puts his hand up to make me stop and I frown at him.  “I am Julianne’s date today,” Nate states simply.That’s a good way to put it.  I like it.Caleb doesn’t seem to.“I think we should take this outside.” Caleb turns toward the door, and Nate follows.“With pleasure.”  “STOP!” I scream and both men stop and turn to me.  “This is not about you, Caleb.  Stop being a testosterony asshole.”  He frowns and starts to yell back at me, but I walk over to him and kiss his cheek and whisper in his ear, “Stop.  I love him.  He’s a good man.  If he fucks up you can kill him.”Caleb pulls back and looks into my eyes, then his face softens and he tugs on my ear.  “Okay.”  He looks back at Nate, then to our brothers, who seem to give him some kind of weird subliminal message that I’ve never been in tune with, and then extends his hand to Nate.  “Caleb.”Nate takes it and grips it firmly.  “Pleasure.”Caleb laughs.  “Right.  Sorry I’m late, guys.  I’ve been packing.”“Where are you going?” Natalie asks, tears in her eyes again.Jesus, she never turns off the water these days. Is this what pregnancy does? Makes you a slow moving, emotional wreck? Ugh.“I can’t tell you that.”  Caleb smiles at Natalie and hugs her close, rubbing his hand over her belly.  He always did have a crush on her.  “I’m afraid I won’t be here when the bambino gets here.”“Oh.”  Natalie looks at me and back at him.  I know how she worries for all of us.  After losing her parents so unexpectedly a few years ago, she always worries.  “Please, be careful.”“I’ll be fine.  Don’t worry about me.  I’ll be excited to come home and meet… what are you naming her, anyway?”Natalie and Luke look at each other and grin.  “We’re not telling,” Luke responds.“Fuck that, I won’t be able to be reached for a good three months, so tell me.”  Nate and I take our seats, he kisses my cheek, and I rub his thigh under the table.“Watch your mouth!” Mom yells and Caleb rolls his eyes at her.He’s so gonna get it.“It’s a surprise.” Caleb frowns at Nat and we all laugh.  “No one is allowed to get on the phone and call TMZ, got it?”“Whatever. Spill it,” Will calls out.Natalie looks at Luke and he grins and nods his agreement to tell us.“Her name is Olivia Grace.  Grace is for my mom.”  She rubs her belly and smiles and I feel tears start to roll.“Hey, you okay?” Nate asks and wipes my tears off my cheeks. “Yeah, Natalie’s hormone issues are contagious.”  I laugh and dab beneath my eyes with a napkin, careful not to smudge my makeup.  “It’s a beautiful name, sweetie.”
SAFE WITH ME, Caleb and Brynna's love story, is scheduled for release late this summer.

I have BIG news!

I am elated to announce that I have signed a three-book deal with Pocket Books. This is a new trilogy, about an all new set of people. It continues in my family-saga style of writing and is called the Love Under the Big Sky series. The first novel, LOVING CARA, is set to release in February of 2014.

I want to assure you that I have retained the rights to my With Me In Seattle series, and I will continue to self-publish the remaining books. SAFE WITH ME is scheduled to release in mid-September.

I am honored and excited for the chance to work with the team at Pocket. Josh and Cara’s story is romantic, sexy and fun, and I can’t wait for you to read it!

Thank you, readers, for waiting patiently for this news. I know that I’ve been rather closed-mouthed about the project I’ve been working on, especially for me. I usually post regularly about the characters and story that I’m currently immersed in. Unfortunately, I haven’t had that opportunity with this one. I’m excited to be able to talk about it now!

So, to re-cap, you can expect for me to release SAFE WITH ME in mid-September, TIED WITH ME before the end of the year, and the new trilogy begins with LOVING CARA, coming from Pocket Books in February, 2014!


I would be remiss if I didn’t say a heart-felt thank you to my amazing agent, Kevan Lyon of Marsal Lyon Literary Agency. She has been so supportive and encouraging, and worked tirelessly on this deal to make sure it was exactly what was best for me. Thank you, Kevan!

Men of Seattle CONTEST!

Want to win your very own piece of the men  of Kristen Proby's With Me In Seattle series? Well, now you can! But first-you have to show us your version of the Men of Seattle. How do you do that? It's easy! Put together a collage of pictures depicting how you see each man in the With Me In Seattle series. Then email the picture to ProbyContests(at)gmail(dot)com. Kristen will be taking entries from now, June 17th, until Friday, June 21st. Then she'll announce the Top 5 collages received and put them up on her website. Then the power shifts to you! The readers will vote on the collage they like most. We'll announce the winner on Monday, July 1st, and the winner will win a one-of-a-kind With Me In Seattle charm bracelet! Don't miss out on this chance to win your very own piece of the Men of Seattle!

Good Luck, my friends!!

Kristen xo

Sizzling Summer Reads on The Romance Reviews!!

I'm thrilled to be participating in the Sizzling Summer Reads on The Romance Reviews! There are more than 400 participating authors and publishers and you'll have the chance to win some fantastic prizes. I'll be sure to post the link on June 5th, when I will be a featured author! Stay tuned!

April 26th : Nate sends an email to Jules!

I know we're only a few days from the release of ROCK WITH ME, but it was brought to my attention  that today is a very special day in FIGHT WITH ME, book two of the series. Rather than explain it, I'm going to post the entire first chapter here... pay special attention to the email at the beginning of the chapter, and the date on that email. :)

And so begins Nate and Jules' love story...




Chapter OneLate Spring
I love my job. I love my job.  God, sometimes, I hate my job.  I read the terse email from my boss, Nathan McKenna once again and swallow hard.Friday, April 26, 2013 13:56From: Nathan McKennaTo: Julianne MontgomerySubject:  Working Late
Julianne,I need you to work late with me tonight, possibly into the weekend.  Please gather all the files on the Radcliffe account and meet me in my office at 6:00 pm.Nate
Damn it!  For eight long months I’ve managed to steer clear of my boss, and I know I’ve been incredibly lucky that I haven’t had to work alone with him after-hours, but we recently lost the other junior partner in our department, and that leaves just me and Nate.Large, beastly butterflies have taken up residence in my stomach.Since that one night last summer, Nate and I have maintained a level of professionalism that I’m very proud of, despite the fact that whenever I see him I feel a pull of electricity that makes my thighs clench.  I did invite him to double-date with Nat and I on the night of one of Nat’s husband, Luke’s movie premieres, but I managed to keep that night completely platonic.It almost killed me.Since then, it’s been for the greater good of keeping a job that I enjoy that I steer clear of Mr. Sex-on-legs.  Not that he’s been clamoring to get me back into bed.  The morning after The Best Sex In The History of Mankind, after I snuck out of his bed, he had been pissed.  He’d called and texted, wanting to know what the hell happened, and I’d avoided him like the plague for a good two weeks, telecommuting from home and taking vacation time.Then, he just stopped.  All personal communication halted, and when we are together during business hours, he is the epitome of cool professionalism.There are days that it pisses me the hell off.And now, because the moron who had been in our department couldn’t take the demanding schedule of our job quit, I have to work alone with Nate.Fuck.I sit back in my chair and look at the time.  Five thirty.  I pull my glasses off and toss them on my desk and hang my head in my hands.  So much for spending the weekend with a pint of ice cream and a good book.I can do this.  Pull it together, Montgomery.  I’ve posed naked in magazines.  I’ve had dinner with gazillionares and hung out with movie stars.  I have four older brothers who tease me incessantly, and taught me how to kick ass.I can handle the sexiest man I’ve ever seen in my life for a few hours without ripping my clothes off and having my wicked way with him.I think.Probably.I pull myself together, check that all my calls and emails are set to forward to my iPhone, and go to the bathroom to prepare myself for this evening.I’m happy with what I see in the mirror.  My long light blonde hair is still holding the loose curls I rolled into it this morning.  My makeup is subtle and professional, setting off my blue eyes.  I smooth on a fresh coat of nude lip gloss, straighten my simple cranberry-colored dress and skim my eyes over my slender figure.  I was blessed with excellent genetics.  I’m not as sexily curved as Natalie, but I was blessed with decent boobs, a perky ass, and a figure that got me onto the pages of Playboy magazine.  Three times.  I work out hard to maintain my shape.Content with my reflection, I walk briskly in my black Louboutins to my office, gather the files Nate requested along with my phone and walk down the corridor to his office.  His personal assistant, Mrs. Glover, is sitting at her desk.  She’s an older woman with grey hair and shrewd brown eyes.  Her smile is deceiving.  She scares the hell out of me with her sharp efficiency and her crazy ability to anticipate Nate’s every move.“Hello, Ms. Montgomery, you can go on in.”“Thank you.” I nod at her and smile and head for his office, knocking twice and then opening the door.“Come in, Julianne.  Thanks for staying.”  Nate looks up from his computer and nods, his face completely blank.“Sure.”  Nate’s office is vast, with large-scale, dark office furniture.  The chairs sitting in front of his desk are plush, black leather.  There are shelves from the floor to ceiling with hundreds of books and files, meticulously in order, no doubt by the efficient Mrs. Glover.  Behind his desk are large windows with a view of the Space Needle and the Sound.It’s beautiful.I’m not sure Nate even pays attention to it.I perch at the edge of one of the black chairs and set the files on Nate’s desk, expecting him to get right to the point.“How are you?” he asks, his voice soft.“Um… fine, thank you.”  What the hell?“I’m sorry about the short notice.”  He leans forward and braces his elbows on his desk, lacing his fingers, and keeps steady eye-contact.  God, those gray eyes are distracting.  Almost as distracting as his hands, and the delicious way he…Enough.“It’s part of the job.”  I open a file and try to pretend that my cheeks aren’t flushed.  “So, what’s up with this account?”“How are Natalie and Luke?”“They’re fine.”  I sit back in the chair now and eye him speculatively.  Why are we having a personal conversation? “Natalie is due in just a few weeks.”“That’s great, good for them.”  Nate grins, that elusive, sexy, melt my panties grin and I find myself returning it.  His hair is pulled back off his face, as usual.  His chiseled jaw is freshly shaved, and he’s wearing a black suit with a black shirt and blue tie.  He never takes his jacket off to roll up the sleeves, and I briefly wonder why, then remind myself to get back to the conversation at hand.“Yeah, they’re excited.  I’m hosting the baby shower next weekend.”“I promise not to make you work next weekend,” he winks at me and I about fall out of my chair.Who is this man, and what has he done with my boss?“So, about the account?” I ask as Mrs. Glover knocks on the door.“Dinner’s here, sir.”“Thank you, Jenny, bring it in.”  Nate rises and takes two large bags out of Mrs. Glover’s hands.  “That’s all for today.  I’ll see you on Monday.”“Have a good weekend, sir.  Ms. Montgomery.”  She nods to both of us and then exits the office, closing the door behind her.“I had Chinese delivered.  I got you your usual.”  He smiles and resumes sitting in his chair, unloading bags.  He seems very happy with himself this evening, much more approachable and friendly than he has been since last summer.What’s his game?“Thank you,” I reply, realizing that I’m starving.  I load a plate with rice, sweet and sour chicken and egg rolls and we dig in, eating in silence for a few minutes.  I feel Nate’s eyes on me, so I decide to put my big girl panties on and just take the initiative.“So, what’s up with this account?” I ask again and take a bite of chicken.“I don’t have any idea, I just wanted to have dinner with you, and this is the only way I can see you.”Holy fucking shit.I stop chewing, my eyes wide, and I just stare at his perfectly sincere face.  “Excuse me?”“You heard me.”I frown and set my plate carefully on his desk.  “So, we’re not working on this account?”“No.”“I don’t understand.”Nate lays his chopsticks down, wipes his mouth with a napkin and sits back in his chair, watching me carefully.“I just wanted to share dinner with you, Julianne.”“Why?” And why does he insist on calling me Julianne?He frowns again.  “Do I have to spell it out?”“I guess so.”“I like you.  I enjoy your company.”  He shrugs, looking lost and a bit insecure.  I’m so not used to seeing emotions on his beautiful face.“But you’re my boss.”“So?”“So, we could both be fired.”“It’s just dinner, Julianne.”“You’re not looking at me like you just want dinner, Nate.”He cocks his head to the side and a smile kisses his lips.  “How am I looking at you?”“Like you’d like to fuck me on this desk.”  Holy. Fuck!  Did I just say that?Nate’s smile disappears and his eyes narrow.  “Watch your mouth.”I swallow hard and blink rapidly.“There are many places that I’d enjoy fucking you, including this desk, but right now, I simply want to enjoy a meal with you.”“Watch your mouth.” I whisper and his smile is back.“Telling your boss what to do?”“Somehow, I don’t think we’re having this conversation in a boss/employee context.”  I shake my head and stare at the man before me.  “What is this?  Why now?”“Eat.”“I’m suddenly no longer hungry, thanks.”“Just humor me, Julianne.”“Why do you call me Julianne?” I ask and pick up another piece of sticky chicken.“It’s your name.”  His eyes are on my mouth and I smile to myself as I grab an egg roll and bite off the end.“Everyone calls me Jules.”“Not me.”“Why?” I ask again.“Because Julianne suits you.”  He shrugs and takes a bite of his food.“But I prefer Jules.”  “Okay, Julianne.”  He winks at me, and grins broadly before taking another bite of food.“I’ll bet when you were small your teacher sent home a letter to your parents saying, ‘Doesn’t play well with others.’”  Nate laughs, and my gut clenches.  “Probably.”I realize I’ve cleaned my plate and I throw it in the trash and bag the left overs.  “Okay, I ate. Thanks for dinner. Have a good weekend.”  I rise to walk out the door, but Nate leaps up and stops me.“Don’t go yet.”  “Why not?”He licks his lips, shoves his hands in his pockets and rocks back on his heels.  “Stay with me this weekend.  At my place.”I think I’ve entered an alternate universe.  Or I’m on Punked.  Yes, that’s it.  Punked.  I start looking around the room, behind me, up in the corners of the room.“What are you looking for?”  he asks as he follows my gaze.“The cameras.”“What cameras?”“I have to either be on Punked or I’m being set up to be fired.”Nate laughs, a low chuckle that tickles my insides.  “Why do you say that?”“Because, you’ve shown no signs of attraction toward me in months, which is fine with me, and if I stay with you this weekend, we could both lose our jobs.”His smile is gone, and his wide gray eyes go glacial.  “Number one, I don’t give a fuck about the no frat policy here.  Any relationship I choose to have, in any capacity I choose to have it, is none of their business.  And number two…”He grips my chin between his thumb and forefinger and pulls me to him, slides his lips over mine, softly kissing me, persuading my lips open and I’m reminded just how well this man can kiss.He must have taken classes in this at some point.  I melt against him and brace my hands on his narrow hips. His fingers weave through my hair and as this kiss goes on and on, my body relaxes against him in relief that he still finds me attractive, and in pure unadulterated lust.“I definitely find you attractive, baby.”  He whispers the words against my forehead and plants a soft kiss there.  He caresses my cheek with the backs of his fingers and his gray eyes have softened.  “So, what do you say?  Spend the weekend with me?”

Two Weeks Until Release Day Snippet

There are only two weeks until ROCK WITH ME releases, my friends! Two weeks! I can't tell you how excited I am for you to fall in love with Sam and Leo. These two are just... well, I love them. To celebrate, here is a SEXY, SEXY, SEXY (and maybe a little funny) snippet. This is also the last snippet before release day! Enjoy!!



***Disclaimer: Copyright laws apply to this excerpt. This content is intended for readers 18 and over.


“You know what, Melody, I think we’ll just look around on our own, if that’s okay with you.”“Oh.” She pouts and glares at me before turning big hazel eyes on Leo in what I’m sure she thinks is her flirty look. “Are you sure? I don’t mind showing you around.”“I’m sure, thanks.” Leo grabs my hand and pulls me toward the stairs. “You are not helping,” he growls.“I’m sorry, but that’s hilarious, and your own fault.”“My fault?” He asks incredulously.“Well, yeah. One, you should have told the agency who you are so they could send someone more appropriate, and two, you’re the one who always walks around shirtless in all your videos and photo shoots. I know for a fact she wants to lick your stars.”“Shut up,” he mutters and pulls me down a hallway, looking in each of the rooms. “You can’t get tattoos on your sexy V, the one spot on a man’s body that makes a woman sit up and beg, and not expect to get attention.” I inform him smugly and giggle some more when he continues to glare at me.As we pass the top of the staircase on our way to what I assume is the master suite, we hear Melody’s voice downstairs.“You will not believe who I’m showing a house to right now! Leo freaking Nash! I’m not lying. No, he’s wearing a shirt.”I bust out laughing some more as Leo growls and pulls me into the master bedroom. “Told you.”“I just wanted to look at some houses,” he mutters and wanders around the large, empty space.“I think you should have your assistant call the agencies from now on.”“Probably. Do you like this room?” He asks me.“It’s big.” I wander to the window and look out at the Sound, the water reflecting the mid-afternoon sunshine. “The view is great.”“Yeah, I like the view too.”“The floors aren’t giving my feet frostbite, and the walls are a light mocha color, which is warm and nice.”“You’re wearing shoes,” he reminds me with a grin. “Your floors in Malibu would still give me frostbite through my shoes.”“Smart ass.” He grins and opens a door to an enormous walk-in closet with built-ins for shoes and bags, and even a center island for other accessories.“I might have just died and gone to heaven,” I breathe, feeling my eyes widen and my heartbeat increase. “This is just… Oh my God.”“Closet is a yes.” Leo laughs.“This is your house,” I remind him and consciously make my face go blank. “Not mine.”“Yet.”“Not mine,” I repeat and shake my head.“Okay, let’s just say there’s space in here for you to have a drawer of your very own for when you stay over.” “Are you mocking me?”“Yes. Let’s look at the bathroom.”The bathroom is even better. “I could swim in that tub,” I mutter and wander through the space. The shower is the size of Manhattan. We could host parties in there. Full concerts. Oh my God, the sex we could have in that shower.“Are you okay?” Leo asks, his voice light and full of laughter. “Yep,” I respond and trail my hand over the light granite countertop. There are two sinks, roughly four feet apart, with a plethora of counter space and drawers beneath. I turn around and lean against the granite, watching Leo across the room. “I think I want to lick your stars too,” I murmur and look him up and down. His eyes narrow on me and he slowly moves to the door, latches it shut and locks it, then walks to me, leans on his hands on either side of my hips and stops, his face just inches from my own.“You don’t get to lick anything right now.”“Really?” I raise an eyebrow and watch his eyes as they roam down my body. “No. But I do.” He grips my sides and boosts me up onto the countertop so my feet are dangling and my pussy is close to the edge.“Leo, that girl is right downstairs.” He moves between my knees and leans in close, his lips against my temple and hands unfastening my jeans. “I don’t give a shit. It wouldn’t matter to me if Jesus and JFK were right downstairs. Even they couldn’t stop me from tasting you right now. Lift your ass.”I comply and he peels my jeans and panties over my butt and down my legs and discards them on the floor. He cups my hips in his firm hands and kisses my cheek, down to the soft spot below my ear and along my jawline to my lips.“I can smell how turned on your are,” he whispers against my lips and one of his hands roams between my legs and cup my center. “God, you’re warm and already wet, baby.”“It was the closet that turned me on,” I whisper and then moan when he pushes a finger inside me.“Then I’d better buy the house,” he murmurs with a smile.“Just kidding,” I breathe.“What made you this wet?” He asks and bites my lower lip, then soothes it with is tongue. “You.”“What about me?”“Thinking about the fun we could have in that shower.” My breath catches as he gently brushes my clit with his thumb.“Mmm, yeah, that could be fun,” he agrees and kisses me softly. “Samantha?”“Yes.” Oh, God, just push a little harder. Just a little harder. I move my hips, trying to increase the pressure against my sensitive nub, knowing I’m so damn close.“I’m going to eat you out here on this counter.”

Way Back Wednesday... The Epilogue from CAWM...

I adore all of my characters, and that's no lie, but Nat and Luke hold a special place in my heart. They introduced me to the Montgomery clan and started me on this journey, and for that I'm forever in their debt.  I love the epilogue of their book. It took me quite a while to write it, and it went through a couple of different versions before I settled on what you see here. As you wait for Leo and Sam's story, ROCK WITH ME, to release on May 2nd, here's a little trip down memory lane for you. Enjoy!




Epilogue
“Holy shit.”  I’m standing in a beautiful bungalow in Tahiti, in front of a full-length mirror and I don’t even recognize the woman staring back at me.I love my wedding dress.  It’s long and billowy.  It’s white chiffon with a beaded bodice and spaghetti straps and the skirt falls from the empire waist all the way to the ground.  I won’t be wearing shoes today.  My makeup is classic and simple, perfect for a beach wedding, and my hair is curled and pinned into an intricate bun behind my left ear with a red rose pinned to it.I’m wearing my pearls.“You are stunning.”  Jules kisses my cheek and I smile at her nervously.  She is also stunning in her simple pink chiffon gown.  I look around the bungalow and smile in happiness and warmth and love.  I am surrounded by beautiful women.  Luke’s mom Lucy and Jules’ mom Gail have their heads together in a corner.  They both look lovely in their pretty pink dresses.  Samantha and Stacy are cooing over little Sophie, who is simply adorable in a soft pink dress with a pink headband.Jules is, of course, my maid of honor, and Stacy and Sam are my bridesmaids.  Sam and I seemed to have buried the hatchet after Luke’s accident, and we have become good friends.  She did most of the legwork on planning this fantastic wedding.“Are you nervous?” Stacy asks.“I wasn’t until I put this dress on, now I’m a little nervous.”  I smile and look back in the mirror.  Holy shit, I’m getting married!Neil walks through the door and smiles widely when he sees all of us.  “I’ve been sent in here to give you this.”  He hands me a wrapped box with a card attached and kisses my cheek.  “It’s almost time.”“Are the boys ready?” I ask.“Yes, and your soon-to-be husband is a nervous wreck.  He is ready to make you his wife.”I laugh and kiss Neil’s cheek, “Here, take this back to him.”  I hand him a wrapped box, also with a note.  “And tell him I’ll meet him in a few.  I’ll be the one in white.”I walk into the bedroom to open the gift in private.  My man does enjoy spoiling me.  As if renting out this entire beautiful resort for our family and friends to enjoy for a whole week and our beautiful wedding weren’t enough, he’s given me little gifts every day.I’m crazy about him.Luke has written on the envelope of the card Open the box first, then read this.He’s so bossy.I unwrap the beautiful white paper and there is a small Tiffany blue box.  Inside, nestled in the satin is a pair of amazing diamond earrings.  They are soft pink princess cut diamonds with teardrop diamonds dangling from them.  They take my breath away.I open the card and sit on the side of the bed.My Love,When you read this, you will be minutes away from becoming my wife.  I can’t express to you how honored I am that you are mine.  I am ready to love you for the rest of my life, as your husband.I love you, with all that I am.-LukeWell, isn’t he a charmer?***Natalie decided that returning to Tahiti with our family and friends was where she wanted to get married, so I’ve flown everyone here and booked the resort for the week, just for our affair.  I hope it’s everything she ever dreamed it would be.I button my white shirt and check my reflection in the mirror of the master bedroom of my parent’s bungalow.  Nat wanted the guys to wear khaki pants with white shirts for the ceremony, so that’s what we’re wearing.She’s the boss.My hair is a mess, as usual, and it doesn’t make sense to fix it because Nat’s fingers will be in it as soon as she sees me.  I smile as I think of my bride.  I am one lucky son of a bitch.  Natalie is, without a doubt, the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen, all long dark hair, beautiful green eyes, and smoking hot curvy body.  But her heart is what caught me.  Her gracious, loving nature, and sassy mouth are what I can’t ever imagine living without.And I don’t have to.“Hey, Williams, stop mooning over yourself and get in here for a celebratory shot!”  Jules’ brother, Isaac, calls from the main room of the bungalow.All the guys are here:  My brother, Mark, Jules’ – and Nat’s – brothers, Isaac, Caleb, Matt and Will, and their father, Steven.  My dad raises his glass as he hands me mine in a toast.“To my son and Natalie.  Thank God she said yes.”  “Here, here!” Everyone slams down the shot and the room erupts once again in chaos, men yelling lewd jokes and throwing insults.It does not calm my nerves.I’m not at all nervous about marrying my girl, I’m just ready for it to be over already.  “Dad, I need you to take something over to Natalie.”  I hand my dad a small blue Tiffany box.“No problem, I need to check in with your mother anyway.  Are you about ready?”  He smiles and pats my back.“Yes, I’ve been ready.  Let’s get this show on the road.”  My dad laughs as he heads over to the bridal suite and Isaac approaches me with another shot.“No, man, I need a clear head for this.”  I wave off the shot and look out the door toward Nat’s bungalow.“This isn’t for you, moron, it’s for me.”  He grins and slugs back the tequila and winces.  “Fuck, that’s good.  Are you ready for this?”“Everyone keeps asking me that.  Yes, I’m ready.  I’m past ready.”“You’re good for her, you know.”I look over into Isaac’s face, shocked.  All of Natalie’s family have always been welcoming and friendly with me, but I know the brothers have had reservations, and as a brother myself, I can’t blame them.“How so?”Isaac shrugs and looks back over at the other guys, then back to me.  “She’s opened up more, laughs more.  Hell, I don’t know, man.  She’s just happy.  I’ve known her for a long time and I don’t remember ever seeing her smile this much.”“I’m glad.”  I nod and smile to myself.  “But if you hurt her, or that baby,” Isaac continues, and I know what he’s going to say, “I’ll fucking kill you.”“No need, I’m not going to hurt her.”  I hold my hand out to shake his and he takes it, then pulls me into a guy hug.  “Welcome to the family, bro.”“The girls are ready,” my dad stalks back into the room with a wrapped gift in his hand.  I told her not to get me anything.  She and the baby are everything I need.  “This is for you.”I walk into the bedroom to open the gift, and the note, alone, wondering if she likes the pink diamond earrings I sent over.  Everything in this wedding is pink, and she should have pink diamonds too.Luke,I know you said that Baby and I are all you need today, but I couldn’t help but get you a gift.  I chose this particular gift because it symbolizes how precious time is.  I am grateful for the time you give me, and for the many years we are about to spend together, as a family, and as lovers.  You are what I was waiting for, Luke, and I can’t believe that in a few short hours you will be truly mine, as I am yours.Thank you for picking me to share this life with.Love,NatP.S. I can’t wait to kiss you.And she calls me charming.  God, I love that woman.Inside the white box is a platinum Omega watch with a black face.  On the inside is an inscription, which makes me grin.  Nat is big on inscriptions.  That sexy body of hers is full of them.You are my now, always, forever. –NatWell, hell.I fasten the watch on my left wrist and stomp back into the main room.  “Let’s go.  No more waiting around.”Without waiting for an answer from anyone, I walk down the wooden boardwalk to the sandy beach where the ceremony will be held.  The resort did a great job getting set up with white chairs, a small arbor with red roses, and candles lit and scattered over the sand, giving the beach a soft glow.  It’s almost sunset, and I know Nat would think the lighting is perfect.I shake hands and wave at some of our fifty or so guests who have flown here for the week-long celebration and make my way up to the arbor with Isaac and Mark right behind me.  The front row is reserved for our parents, and I made sure to have the resort place lilies and sunflowers on two of the chairs in honor of Natalie’s parents.Where is she?  I see the girls, all in pink dresses.  I’m relieved that my sister Sam and Nat have become friends and gotten to know each other better since I proposed.  Sam happily helped plan this wedding.Our mothers are escorted to their seats, and my heart starts to beat a little faster.  Jesus, I can’t stand the suspense.  I need to see her.Where the fuck is she?Finally Jules, Sam and Stacy make their way toward us and take their places and the music changes.  Natalie and her father come into view and the rest of the world just falls away.  Her beautiful dark hair has been curled and pulled into a loose bun behind her left ear with a rose tucked in it.  Her dress is long and billowy, with a beaded top and spaghetti straps, and she’s holding a large bouquet of red roses with the pearls inside.  Her new diamonds sparkle at her ears and, thank God, she’s wearing our pearls.I feel the grin spread across my face as I stare into her gorgeous green eyes and my heart calms.  This is it.“Who gives this woman to this man?” the pastor asks.“On behalf of her parents, I do,” Steven responds, and places Nat’s hand in mine.Every time I touch her I feel the hit to my gut.  Every single time.  I’m drawn to her in ways I never knew possible, and I will never grow tired of the feeling I get when she’s near me.“You are stunning,” I whisper to her and grin as she smiles shyly and looks up at me through her long dark lashes.“You’re pretty beautiful yourself,” she whispers back.  She can call me beautiful any damn time.“Welcome, friends and family,” the pastor begins.  He says a quick prayer and moves right into the ring ceremony.“With this ring, I thee wed,” Natalie says, her eyes on mine, in her soft, sweet voice and places my ring on my finger.“With this ring, I thee wed,” I respond and push the wedding band onto her small finger, next to her engagement ring.The rest of the ceremony is relatively short.  We decided against the unity candle ceremony and live music, wanting to focus solely on our vows to one another.  We wrote our vows together, last week before we left for Tahiti.We laughed, argued, and Nat cried, but we eventually came up with what we both want to say.  Instead of each of us saying the vows in their entirety, we will say them together, alternating the lines.  “And now, Luke and Natalie will recite their vows together.” The pastor steps back and I take both of Natalie’s small hands in mine, rubbing my thumbs over her knuckles.“Are you ready?” I whisper and take a deep breath.“Yes,” she whispers back, her sassy smile in place.  God, that smile does things to me.I clear my throat, and looking deeply into her eyes, we begin.“I vow to love you.”“I vow to love you,” she responds, her voice strong.“To respect you.”“To be your best friend.”“To read aloud to you.”  I run my knuckle down her smooth cheek and see her eyes start to well up.“To lead a charmed life.”“To write you love letters.”“To laugh at your jokes.” She winks at me and I grin.“To always make the coffee, or have it delivered.”“To help you cook.”“To always believe that your newest haircut is the best you’ve ever had.”  I tuck a strand of her soft hair behind her ear.“To be patient.”  “To always support your hopes and dreams.”“To not overshadow you with my fame,” She says, and I can’t help but laugh with everyone else.“To be your biggest fan.”  I respond.  God, I love her.“To wake you every morning.”“To wake you every morning.  You are not a morning person.”“To kiss you every night.”“To hold your hand.”“To always remember where I left my keys and phone.”“To cherish you.” I take another deep breath.“To believe in you.”“To believe in us.”“To never give up.” She clenches my hands in hers more tightly.“To never, ever give up.”“To forsake all others and be true to you.”“To work every day toward being the man you deserve.”  “To work every day toward being the woman you deserve.” We both have tears in our eyes now.“Do you vow to be my wife?”“I do.  Do you vow to be my husband?”“I do.”  Fuck, yes, I do.“It is my pleasure to present Mr. and Mrs. Luke Williams.  You may kiss your bride.”I cup her beautiful face in my hands and she runs her fingers through my hair, gazing up at me with such love, such trust, it takes my breath away.  I slowly lean down and brush my nose down hers and sweep my lips over hers in the way I know she loves.  She sighs against me as I slide my arms around her, pulling her more tightly against me, and cup the small baby bump between us in my hands.Our guests are applauding, our mothers dabbing at their tears.  I rest my forehead against hers as she runs her fingers down my cheek.“I love you.” I whisper.“I love you too.  Let’s go dance.”  

ROCK WITH ME Snippet #2

ROCK WITH ME releases in less than three weeks, and I can't wait for you all to read about Samantha and Leo! They are so great. Really. And I'm not saying that just because I'm biased.  Would you like a snippet? You got it!  ***Please remember, this is unedited and may be changed or deleted before publication.  As always, this is intended for mature audiences.



“She’s cute,” Leo murmurs and runs his hand down Liv’s plump cheek. The baby immediately grabs his finger and sticks it in her mouth.“Here, take her and I’ll get her some juice.”“Whoa, take her?” he takes a step back, his eyes suddenly scared. He’s hilarious.“She’s a baby, Leo, not a weapon of mass destruction.” I thrust the baby in his hands, pull Livie’s sippy cup from her bag and head to the kitchen.“Can I put her on the floor with her toys?” he calls out to me.“Sure, just put a blanket down for her to crawl on.” Damn, he’s funny.“I think the baby is about to kill your cat,” Leo says dryly and I hurry back to the living room while capping the cup to find Livie with a handful of the cat’s fur, trying to put it in her mouth.“Or eat her,” I agree and laugh as Leo tries to untangle Liv’s tiny, and surprisingly strong, grasp from my poor cat.We sit with her and entertain her with her toys for a while, chuckling at how cute she is. “This isn’t too hard,” I tell him and he grins at me.“Nah, not too hard.” He runs his hand over her soft brown hair and then frowns. “Wait, do you smell that?”“No,” I stop what I’m doing and sniff. “What is it?”Leo scowls and glances down at Liv, who’s grinning widely at him, slobber dripping down her cute little chin. “I think she shit herself.”“Stop swearing in front of her.”“Me swearing is not our biggest problem right now.”We stare at each other for a minute and then he digs around in the diaper bag, pulls out a diaper and wipes and hands them to me. “Here.”“Why do I have to do it?” I ask.“Because you’re her aunt. Duh.”“I don’t do poop.” I scowl down at the little girl, like she’s done this to me on purpose.“What do you normally do when this happens and you’re watching her?”“My mom changes her.”“Haven’t you watched her alone before?” Now he’s laughing, Liv is laughing with him, enjoying the joke, and I’m scowling at both of them. “Dear God, what did they feed her?” I hold my hand over my nose. “Don’t you know how?”“She’s a girl. I’m not going to jail.”“Don’t be an idiot. You won’t go to jail for changing her diaper. You might go to jail for not changing her diaper.”“Come on, Auntie Sammie,” he winks charmingly, “You got this.”“Leo is going to lose his manhood if he ever calls me Sammie again,” I tell Liv and she giggles. Then, suddenly, it’s as if she realizes what she’s sitting in, her pretty face crumbles and she starts to cry.“Shit, we need to change her.”“I’m calling Meg,” Leo pulls his phone out and dials Meg’s number.“Why?”“She’s a nurse. She deals with crap all the time. Hey, I’m at Sam’s. There’s an emergency, and I need you to come here asap. Uh huh. No, no ambulance, just need your help. Okay thanks.” He hangs up and stuffs the phone back in his pocket. “She’ll be right here.”“You totally just lied to her.”“She’ll be here in ten.”It’s the longest damn ten minutes of my life.Finally, the doorbell rings. The only reason I hear it is because Liv has taken a moment to take a breath, thus giving us zero point three seconds of silence.“Thank God,” Leo pulls her into the apartment and she scowls when she sees the baby in my arms.“What’s wrong with her?” she asks.“She has a shitty diaper,” Leo tells her.“So change her.”“Leo’s afraid he’ll be considered a pedophile and I don’t know how.”Meg takes the baby from my arms and stares back and forth at us, her face incredulous. “Are you fucking kidding me? You said it was an emergency. I worked all night last night, and you woke me up for this?”“Don’t you smell that? It is an emergency.” “Jesus, you two are worthless,” Meg finds the diaper and wipes, lays the baby on the floor on her blanket, and gets to work. “This is nothing. At least she didn’t blow out the diaper.”“What does that mean?” I ask, not sure that I really want to know.“When the poop goes up their back, into their hair, all over the place. Now that’s gross.”“Isn’t the point of a diaper to catch the poop?” Leo asks, his hands on his hips, frowning at Meg. “I mean, if they don’t do their job, what’s the point?”Meg laughs and snaps the baby’s jumper back in place, all clean and happy. “There, all done.”Liv smiles and leans her head on Meg’s shoulder when Meg lifts her off the floor. “This is our secret,” I tell her. “Luke will never let me live it down if he finds out that I couldn’t change her diaper.”“It’s fine,” Meg waves me off and hands me the baby. “Have you fed her?”And, as if on cue, Liv burps, spitting up whatever she had for lunch.“I’m so not having kids,” I mutter.