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Cover reveal and snippet for ROCK WITH ME!

I'm thrilled to debut the cover for ROCK WITH ME, releasing May 2, 2013. In celebration, I've also attached a long snippet below. Happy reading!

Photography by: Linus PetterssonModels: Sulan Von Zoomlander and Katrina LotusCover Artist: Renae Porter of Social Butterfly Creative
***Please note, the following excerpt is intended for audiences 18 and over, is unedited, and may be altered or deleted prior to publication.

“Samantha, let’s go get cupcakes and anything else you damn-well want.” I scowl down at her, and clench my hands into fists to keep from reaching out to her and tumbling her back into that bed when she offers me a wide smile.“Cupcakes it is then.”We dress quickly and I hold her black coat up for her to slip into before pulling on my own and sliding my beanie over my head.“Leave the beanie off,” she’s grinning at me. “I like touching your hair.”“It’s just easier if I wear it.” I kiss her forehead and usher her out the door.“So, is it your disguise?” she asks sarcastically. “Pull the beanie down over your trademark sexy hair and eyebrow piercing and cover your tats and pray no one recognizes you?”She may be joking, but I can hear the edge to her voice. My being recognized doesn’t excite her any more than it does me.I push the button for the lobby on the elevator and pull her into my arms for the trip down.“I don’t get recognized often, sugar.”She relaxes against me and sighs and I can’t help but smile. The difference in her from when we first started running together and now is amazing. She’s used to me touching her now, which is good because I can’t keep my hands off her sexy little body.“Where is the cupcake place?” I ask as we walk out of the elevator and through the lobby of her building.“Just a couple blocks over. We can walk it.” “Are you feeling well enough for that?” I ask and frown down at her, but she just nudges me with her elbow.“I’m fine. A few blocks won’t kill me.”“Lead on then.”The Seattle sky is bright blue today, treating us to a rare winter sunny day. I twine Sam’s fingers in mine and kiss them, and follow her into a little shop called Succulent Sweets. It smells like coffee and sugar inside, and Sam’s pretty blue eyes light up as they fall on the glass case full of baked goods.Damn, she’s cute.“What do you want?” I ask.“Chocolate, of course,” she laughs and my gut clenches. I love her laugh.She orders her chocolate cupcake and a hot tea, and I place my order and the little brat reaches for her wallet.“What are you doing?”“Buying you a cupcake.”“Right, ‘cause I’m going to let a woman buy me breakfast.” I roll my eyes and push her aside and pull my wallet out of my back pocket.The redheaded cashier glances up at me casually and then does a double take. “Holy shit, are you Leo Nash?” she asks and I scowl at her as if she’s nuts.“I get that all the time,” I laugh. “No, I’m not. That band sucks.”“I like them,” the redhead shrugs and I instantly like her. “But yeah, sorry, I can see now that you’re not him.”“I’m better looking, right?” I wink at her and she laughs and hands us our drinks and cakes and we find a table.Sam is smirking and trying not the laugh out-right.“What?”“That’s seriously how you thwart unwelcome recognition? By dissing your own band?”“It worked.” I chuckle and take a bite. “Damn, that’s good.”“You got lemon! Can I have a bite? It’s my second favorite.” I hold the cake up to her lips and she takes a tiny bite and closes her eyes as she moans in happiness, and I have to readjust myself on my chair.Jesus, I’m like a randy teenager with her. I thought I had better control over my dick than this.“Can I have a bite of yours?” I ask.“Hell no, get your own,” she pulls her cupcake closer to her and scowls at me.“Selfish brat. I shared mine.”“Sucker,” she smirks and continues eating her chocolate.

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One last PWM teaser...

PLAY WITH ME releases on March 1st, my friends... this is the last teaser before release day. Enjoy!



“So, obviously, we’re at the football playing place,” I comment casually in the elevator.
“Football playing place?” Will asks and doubles over in laughter.
“You know what I mean.”
“Do you know anything about football?” he asks, delighted with me, and I glare at him.
“Of course I do.”
“What position do I play?” he asks.
“Is this a quiz?”
“A little one.”
“You’re the quarterback.”
“Who do I throw the ball to?” He ushers me out of the elevator and then leans against a wall and crosses his arms over his chest.
“Another guy in a Seahawks uniform.” I respond confidently. “Usually,” I add, earning a glare from him.
“I’m going to torture you for that.”
“I hope so, babe.” I grin at him and his face sobers. “What?”
“Why can you call me babe, but I can’t call you that?” he asks.
Good point. I frown and shrug. “I guess babe doesn’t sound like baby to me. It sounds more grown up, maybe? I don’t know. It doesn’t weird me out, though.”
“Okay, so noted. Come on.”
He takes my hand again and pulls me down a long hall and through an enormous set of double doors that open up to a tunnel that leads up to the football field. All of the stadium lights are on. It’s empty.
“How…?”
“I called ahead while you were in the restroom at the restaurant and asked someone to turn the lights on for me.” He continues pulling me out on the field and stops, right in the center of the fifty-yard line.
“Wow,” I whisper and look around the stadium. “How many people can this seat?” I ask.
“Sixty-seven thousand,” he states like it’s no big thing, and I stare at him with an open mouth and wide eyes.
“Holy shit.”
“We sell out every weekend.”
I knew that. Yet, being here, right here, in the middle of the field, looking around at the empty stadium seats, at the enormity of this place, just about knocks me on my ass.
In fact, I just sit, right there, on the turf.
“Are you okay?” he asks, his brow creasing with worry and joins me on the ground.
I’m speechless as I gaze around the stadium, and it occurs to me that this could have been me, on stage, singing in front of sixty-seven thousand people, rather than small little clubs around Seattle, or reception halls full of wedding guests. If Leo hadn’t made the decision to go without me, I would have been singing in places just like this one.
“Meg?” Will’s worried voice pulls me out of my trance and I shrug.
“You must not get stage fright either,” I murmur.
“Only during the play-offs,” he replies and pushes my hair back over my shoulder. I love how he’s always touching me.
“You’re a lot to take in, you know?” I ask him.
He smiles shyly, and frowns for a second, looking down at this hands. “I can be, yeah. But remember, this is just what I do. It’s only part of who I am.”
“It’s important to you,” I remind him and he nods.
“Very. I’ve played football for as long as I can remember.” He takes one of my hands in his and plays with my fingers. “Football got me through school, Meg. I knew I had to get good grades and stay out of trouble if I wanted to stay on the team. And I did. I wanted the camaraderie with the guys. I had some really smart coaches who pushed me and taught me. It earned me a scholarship to college, and I worked my ass off there too.”
He takes a deep breath and looks up, his eyes taking in the stadium, the scoreboard, the ads. “This is all I ever wanted, and I was lucky enough to get here.”
“This isn’t luck,” I state firmly and his gaze whips to mine, surprised. “Will, this is the result of you working your ass off and earning it. I may not know everything there is to know about football, but I know that it’s not easy, and I know that I’m so very proud of you. Not because of your contract, or the jersey you wear – which you look damn hot in, by the way – but because you’re doing what you always dreamed of. How many of us can say that?”
His eyes soften as he cups my cheek in his big hand and rubs his thumb across my lower lip. He leans toward me and brushes his magical lips over mine, and then sinks into me, pushing me back to lie on the turf. He runs that hand down my face, over my breast, and rests it on my hip as he continues to make love to my mouth, his tongue searching and dancing. Our breathing quickens, and dear God, I want him.
He pulls back and gazes down at me. “Someone’s probably watching us,” he murmurs. He kisses my forehead and then lies on his back beside me. We just lay here, breathing hard.
“I should tell you something,” I whisper.
“What?” I feel him look over at me, but I just look up at the black night sky above the brightly lit, empty stadium.
“I want to suck your dick in your car.”
“What?!” He pushes up on his elbow, leans over me, and makes me look him in the eye. “I don’t think I heard you right.”
“Your car makes me crazy, Will.” I lick my lips and grin. “All I’ve thought about since the other day is going down on you in your car.”
I’ve never seen anyone spring to their feet so quickly in my life. He pulls me to my feet as well and starts stalking back the way we came.
“Slow down! Will, your legs are longer than mine!” I’m practically running behind him, and he stops abruptly and turns back to me. He looks pissed, his eyes narrowed and on fire, mouth tight, jaw clenched. I take an involuntary step back. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to sound like such a whore, I just…”
“If you ever call yourself a whore again,” he pushes his face into mine, his nose only centimeters from touching my own, “I will take you over my knee and spank the hell out of you. Do you understand me? You turn me inside out. I want to fuck you seven shades of Sunday, and I want to make long, slow, sweet love to you for days. I’m craving you, goddamn it, and you can’t just say shit like that to me when I know what you taste like, and what you look like and I need desperately to know what the fuck you feel like.”
I blink at him, completely thrown.
Well, okay then.
“Now, as much as I want to strip you naked and take you on the fifty-yard-line, I don’t need those photos surfacing on the internet any more than you do.”
And with that he bends down and in one swift move, lifts me onto his shoulder and begins carrying me off the field, just as quickly as he was before.
“I can walk,” I remind him.
“Not fast enough,” he mutters and slaps my ass.
“Hey!”
“You deserve that and more, now shut up, Megan.”
Holy fuck.
We get to the car and he sets me on my feet, and then helps me into the passenger seat. He walks briskly around the car and folds himself easily behind the wheel, starts the car and pulls out of the garage, speeding toward the freeway.
His handsome face is scowling and he won’t look at me.
I’m not sure what to think. Why is he so pissed off? Too much sexual tension? Well, join the club, sexy man.
“So…” I start but he interrupts me.
“Don’t talk.”
What?
We’re back on Interstate 5, heading north this time, and he’s driving way past the speed limit. He passes the exit for my place, and I frown over at him but he doesn’t acknowledge me. Suddenly, he’s pulling off the freeway, turns left, and follows the road to an exclusive part of Seattle. The homes are set back from the road with gates. He approaches the end of the street, pulls into a drive and enters a code for the gate.
“The code is 051877. Can you remember that?”
“Oh, so you’re speaking to me,” I mutter sarcastically.
He just looks over at me expectantly until I huff and say, “051877.”
The gate opens and Will drives us down to a beautiful home that has an unbelievable view of the Puget Sound. From what I can see in the semi-darkness, the house is a traditional-style stone house, two stories, with a four car garage.
“Wow. This is beautiful.”
“Thank you,” he mutters and pulls the car into a garage, parks and cuts the engine. He unbuckles both of our belts and looks over at me, just stares at me for a long minute.
“What is it?” I whisper.
“I want you.”
“I sort of figured that out, babe.” I offer him a smile, but he doesn’t return it. Maybe this is an invitation without actually asking me, to make good on what I said in the stadium?
“Are you wearing underwear?” I ask him.
He laughs ruefully – finally! ­– and shakes his head. “Of course. Most people do, Meg.”***As always, this scene could be edited or deleted prior to publication.

IF YOU STAY by Courtney Cole INTERVIEW!!!

Welcome, everyone! So, a few months back, I read a book called CONFESSIONS OF AN ALLI CAT. I couldn’t gift this book to enough people. To say I ADORED it is an understatement. I laughed, I cried… it was just seriously some good stuff. Little did I know at that time, that this same author would write a book that would move me in ways I didn’t know possible.
Courtney Cole released a book just three days ago called IF YOU STAY. I don’t want to say too much about it yet because I want you to READ IT!! I want you to enjoy every single word of it. It’s just so well-written, I know you’re going to love it. But what I also didn’t know was that this amazing author would also become my friend. JLook at this cover:  
I am so excited to host Courtney today on my blog! Like, fan-girl, muppet-flail excited. I get to ask some nosy, invasive questions, and hope she doesn’t throw her coffee at me and run away screaming. Ha!
Ahem.
Kristen:  Good morning, Court! Thank you for being here today, and congrats on the release of IF YOU STAY!
Courtney:  Thank you so much!!  I’m so excited to be here.  *bounces*
Kristen:  If You Stay is so different from Alli Cat. I love how versatile you are! Were you surprised when the idea of IYS came to you?
Courtney:  No… I wasn’t surprised.  I think my muse is schizophrenic.  Or bi-polar.  I have times when I want to read or write funny stuff, but then I have times when I feel the need to write something dark or moody.  I actually thought of IYS while I was working on Alli Cat, but I just waited to start it until I was feeling dark.  Holy crap—maybe I’m the bi-polar one, not my muse…
Kristen:  I’m seriously in love with Pax. Even when he was still an asshole, you made me love him. How emotionally wrenching was it for you to take him through so much dark to bring him happiness?
Courtney:  Oh my gosh.  It was so gut-wrenching sometimes.  Because I seriously love him, tooooo.  I hated some of the stuff I had to do to him, but I had to give him plenty of room to grow.  And gosh, I sure did, didn’t I?  Poor Pax.
Kristen:  What do you find sexy in a hero?  Heroine?
Courtney:  I love alpha males. Which is funny because Pax is the first bad-boy male lead I’ve written.  I usually write perfect men.  But I think I’m kind of digging writing about assholes.   But I digress. I love alpha men.  Arrogant and sexy—I love it.   For a heroine, I like feisty and strong.  I’m not much into the helpless females.  That’s why I like your books so well- you write exactly the characters that I love.  Men who want to save their women and women who don’t really need it.  It makes for a hell of a story.
 
Kristen:  What is a day in the life of the glamorous Courtney Cole like?
Courtney:  Haha.  Well, my day involves Yoga pants, t-shirts, Kona coffee in massive amounts and then usually ends with chocolate, wine and a bubble bath.  A bubble bath at the end of a long day is a must for me. 
 
Kristen:  I know you’re a fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants kind of writer, but what is your writing process? Do you have mass scratch paper strewn about the house with ideas scribbled on them like I do?
Courtney:  I am definitely a pantser like you. And holy cow, yes.  I have notes everywhere.  I have post-it notes everywhere in my office, a notebook by my bed, a million notes on my phone and a notebook in my car.  I also have story boards with notes stuck to them.  It’s pretty crazy. 
My process… I start out knowing the beginning and end.  The middle is a mystery.  So, I usually roughly sketch out one chapter at a time as I go.  I sketch it out at night on the couch, then I write it the next day. 
Kristen:  If you were stranded on a deserted island and had to take ONE book boyfriend with you, yours or anyone else’s, who would you take?
Seriously??  This is an evil, evil question, Kristen.  Crraaaaapppp. This is going to take some thought.  Only one??  You’re a mean, mean girl. 
Okay.  *squares shoulders*  Ummm.  I’m not going to choose between my own books because that would be like choosing a child.  And choosing one of yours would be like choosing between god-children.  Haha.  So…. Let’s go with… Gabriel McBain from Saving Grace by Julie Garwood.  That’s my all-time favorite romance.  And who wouldn’t want to be stuck on an island with a sexy highlander in a kilt?
Kristen:  What is your favorite vacation spot?
Courtney:  Florida.  Since I live in the north, by Lake Michigan, winters get nasty.  I love to go to Florida in the winter… I love the sunshine and the smell of salt and palm trees. 
Kristen:  Do you snack on anything special while you write? I’m addicted to cinnamon bears.
Courtney:  Right now I’m eating Reese’s mini peanut butter cups.  I love them because they don’t have wrappers. I’m so freaking lazy. 
Kristen:  Okay, speed round:
Favorite alcoholic drink? (taking notes for Vegas)  Long Island Iced Tea.  It’s my go-to drink when I’m out. And I’m a big strong Kansas girl.  I can handle it. 
Soup or Salad?  Soup.  Salad is for rabbits.
Laundry or Dishes?  Neither. Both should be illegal.
Favorite flower?  Calla Lily
Coffee or tea?  Coffee, in massive amounts.  Kona coffee with splenda and Italian sweet cream.
 
Thank you, so much, Court, for being so patient with me today! I can’t wait to party like a rock star with you in Vegas! I’m still saving up that bail money.
Ohmygosssssshhhhhhh.  I’m so freaking excited about that—I can barely sit still.  We’re going to have SO. MUCH. FUN.  Thank you so much for having me here on your awesome blog. I love you, I love you. 
 
Okay, folks, I’m giving away TEN copies of IF YOU STAY! Comment below about your favorite part of this interview, or how much you love Courtney, and I’ll randomly choose ten winners at noon tomorrow! Good luck!And if you don't win... GO BUY IT!! AmazonBarnes & Noble 

The Grammy's celebration sneak-peak of PWM

So, tonight is the biggest night of the year for music, and to celebrate I thought I'd introduce you to a very, very special man while giving you a sneak peak of PLAY WITH ME at the same time!

So, without further ado, it's an honor to introduce you to Leo Nash...

   
The song ends, and the room erupts into applause and whistles. I smile and back away from the mic to offer a little curtsy, and then walk to the end of the stage, ready to hand Leo back his guitar.
“We have to do a song together,” he says, his face serious.
“No, thank you.”
He takes his guitar and hands it to someone else, then grabs my arm and pulls me back to him and whispers in my ear.
“Megan, please. I’ve missed you. Let’s do the song we used to do at weddings back in the day.”
I sigh and tears threaten.
“Leo…”
“Please. You sound great. We’ll blow them away.”
“You don’t need me to do that, remember?” I ask, my voice cold. He scowls.
“I never said that.” He sighs. “Come on, people are watching.”
I don’t have a choice. I do not want to make a scen, so I follow Leo up the stairs and stand at his side as he speaks to the audience.
“Hey, everyone, are you having a good night?” He asks, and the audience applauds and whistles. “Good! I’m honored to be here tonight with my band to entertain you all and celebrate with you all.” He winks down at the audience. “We just came off a big tour, so being here with you guys is a nice and welcome change.”
He offers the audience that killer smile of his, and I swear half the women, including Samantha, look about ready to throw their panties at him.
I can’t help but roll my eyes.
“I kept Meg up here because Nash is that little local band she told you about earlier. She and I go way back.” He smiles over at me. “And she’s agreed to sing one more song with me before she joins you guys to get drunk and be stupid while I work my ass off up here.”
The audience laughs and I join them. I find Will in the audience, and he’s watching, standing still. I can’t read his face.
Someone hands me a mic, and Leo takes his mic off the stand and sets the stand aside.
“Don’t we need a guitar?” I ask into the mic.
“Nope, we have backup.” He winks and nods at one of the guys to join us on stage with a guitar. He leans in and whispers the song in the guy’s ear. I don’t know him; he must have joined the band after they got to L.A.
“This song,” Leo says into the mic and looks up at me, his dark gray eyes happy. “was originally done by a band who is also from Seattle, Train.”
The audience applauds again, and I can’t look away from Leo. We always nailed this song. It wasn’t originally written as a duet, but we alternate the verses and join together for the chorus.
I start, while Leo watches, lip singing along with me, his eyes bright and happy and encouraging, and I offer him a sassy smile as I start the song.***May be changed or deleted prior to publication.

4000 likes Snippet...

Wow, you guys are amazing! As promised, there is the scene in its entirety. Remember, this can be changed or omitted before publication.


I’d love to go to Will’s but I ended up working late. It’s almost 4:00 a.m., and he has a game tonight, so I decide to just go home and not bother him. I’m still driving the Rover. It’s much fancier than my Toyota sedan, and is fun to drive.
My phone suddenly starts ringing and I frown when I see Football Star flashing across the screen.
“Hello?”
“Where are you?” he sounds sleepy.
“In your car. I just left work; I got out late.”
“Are you on your way here?” he asks and I hear the covers rustle as he moves in the bed.
“I think I’ll just go home. You have a game tonight, you should get some sleep.”
“I’m fine, babe. I’ll sleep better if you’re here. I kept waking up every few hours checking to see if you were here anyway.”
I chew my bottom lip. Who am I kidding? I want to see him. Get naked with him. Thank him for earlier.
“I’m on my way,” I murmur.
“Good.” I hear the smile in his voice as he hangs up.
I drive through his gate and park in the garage. He’s left a few lights on in the house for me, so I turn them off as I make my way upstairs. He’s in bed, asleep, naked from the waist up with the white linens wrapped around his waist.
He looks tan and sexy and…mine.
I strip down to nothing and slide into the bed, over to him, and wrap myself around him. Head on his chest, arms and legs wrapped around him, clinging to him.
He wakes and holds me, kisses my hair, runs those magical hands down my back, and the next thing I know, he’s rolled us so he’s on top of me.
“I missed you,” he whispers against my ear.
“I missed you, too.”
He kisses my dimple, and then over to my lips and offers me soft, sweet kisses. He gently nibbles my lips, and then slides his tongue into my mouth, taunting and playing with me. I run my hands up his back and then down to his ass and smile against his mouth when I find him naked.
His ass is really spectacular.
He pushes my legs apart with his and settles himself between my legs, not moving, just resting there, kissing me, brushing my hair rhythmically with his fingertips. I continue caressing his back, his sides, his arms, and we are just content to love each other softly. Be together.
I raise my legs and hitch my thighs around his hips, opening myself to him. I feel my wetness against his sex, and he groans as he slides effortlessly against me.
“So wet,” he whispers.
“Need you,” I whisper in return. He pulls his face back and gazes down at me, runs the backs of his fingers down my cheeks and slowly, oh-so-damned-slowly, sinks inside me.
His eyes close as he reaches my cervix and is buried balls-deep inside me. He rests his forehead on mine and starts to gently move, letting me get used to him, allowing my body time to accommodate him.
“Your body is already learning mine,” he murmurs. “It’s easier this time, isn’t it?”
“Mmm…” I moan and circle my hips, inviting him in further. I clench around him when his pubis rubs the metal against my clit.
“Fuck, that piercing is going to be the death of me,” he mutters and I giggle. “You have the most beautiful smile.”
He disarms me. With just a few words, or a touch, this man completely disarms me.
His hips begin to move a bit faster, a little harder. His lips circle around a nipple and he sucks greedily, making it harden even more. He pays the other the same attention and I writhe beneath him, as my body becomes just sensation. His beautiful cock is moving deliciously in me, his strong body is blanketing me, his hands still running through my hair, his mouth on mine… I am draped in him, and yet I can’t get enough of him.
“I love the way you love me,” I whisper. He grins against my mouth and pushes his cock all the way inside me, grinds his pubis against me, and holds himself there until I come apart around him, my muscles spasm, my hands clench onto his ass, pulling him in even tighter.
“Ah, hell, honey.” I feel his body tighten and he’s coming with me, emptying himself inside me.
He kisses me softly and then pulls out of me and lowers his head to by belly. He rests there, his cheek against my navel, arms wrapped around my waist, and falls asleep.
I think I just fell in love with him.

A Special Valentine's Day contest from Will Montgomery!

Happy February! Today, February 1, marks one month before the release of PLAY WITH ME; Will Montgomery and Meg McBride's story. You'll be happy to hear that you'll see plenty of Luke and Natalie, Nate and Jules, and the whole family in this fun book. To gear up for it, and to celebrate Valentine's Day (y'all know I'm a sucker for romance!), Will and I have come up with something fun. I love it when Will comes up with something fun. Usually, he gets this look on his face, and makes me all swoony:   But I digress... Will actually came up with a fantastic idea to celebrate Valentine's Day. He's decided that because y'all are so awesome, and so excited to read about him and Meg, he wants to personally say thank you.  Now, before we tell you what you'll get if you win (and it's really, really good), here's what you need to do to enter the contest: (It's kind of girly, so I came up with it. Will smirked at me. It's a good thing he looked like this while we were coming up with this little plan.)   Wow. Oh yes, how do you enter? Well, you're going to send us an email telling us about your most memorable Valentine's Day. MOST MEMORABLE! It can be funny, romantic, sexy... anything. Send it in an email here, withmeinseattle@gmail.com and Will and I will read through them and choose a winner. Now, by MOST MEMORABLE, we don't necessarily mean most romantic. For example, my most memorable Valentine's Day is actually the many that my mom celebrated when we were kids. She always, without fail, gave my brother and me gifts for Valentine's Day. And I'm talking good stuff... nice jewelry, things that we could keep forever. I still have a pair of gold butterfly earrings she gave me. Will just smirked at me again. But says that he can't share his most memorable Valentine's Day because Meg would hurt him.  I like Meg very much.  So, send your email! The winner will be announced on February 10th. The new cover for PLAY WITH ME will also be revealed on February 10th. Now... what do you win, you ask? Will came up with this stuff.  Two runners up will each win an advanced reading copy of PLAY WITH ME. And the grand prize winner receives: A personal letter from Will MontgomeryGodiva trufflesA Starbucks mug$25 Starbucks gift cardSeattle Seahawks swag (he's still deciding what to send)An autographed copy of COME AWAY WITH MEAnd an advanced reading copy of PLAY WITH ME See? He gives really, really good gifts and he looks like this:   You have from right now until midnight PST on February 7th to enter. The winners will be announced on February 10th here and on Twitter and Facebook. Why are you still here staring at Will? Go enter!  Good luck, everyone! 

COVER REVEAL for Kelli Maine's Dolls & Doms Novella!

You all know I love Kelli Maine, right? Her Taken was in the top 5 of my favorite reads of 2012, and I think this girl is brilliant! On February 12th, THE SUBMISSION OF ALISTAIR INGRAM will be all yours to gobble up with a big glass of wine. I'm sorry, I can't provide the wine, but I'll be happy to provide Alistair. 'Cause this man is just TO. DIE. FOR. Oh, I'm sorry, in all my excitement, I forgot to show you the cover! Here it is:   Right??? Hot. And here is the blurb, my friends: Movie star Alistair Ingram strolled into Dolls & Doms private men's club in Las Vegas for his bachelor party and limped out with a torn shirt, red welts covering his chest and a broken engagement splashed all over the pages of every celebrity magazine in the country.

A session with club Dominatrix, Black Betty, will do that to a man.

With Alistair's manager breathing down his neck and Black Betty's abusive ex-husband alerted to where she's been hiding for the past ten years, there's only one thing to do:

Lie.

And get the hell out of Las Vegas.

But the real ruse is on Alistair and Black Betty, because despite both of their best efforts, they've gotten under each other's skin. Can their explicit dance of domination and submission end in anything other than disaster?

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“Is this really what you want to do all day?” I ask, lounging at the end of his couch. I’m in one of his old Seahawks jerseys and his boxer-briefs, since I don’t have any clothes here, and my hair is up in a knot on my head, no makeup.
Dear God, I must look horrific.
I glance over at Will, on the opposite side of the long, plush black leather couch. It’s really unfair that he looks so good in just basketball shorts and an old t-shirt.
“Why, is there somewhere you wanted to go?” he asks and flips through channels on his uber-huge television. We are in his media room, full of plush furniture, the outrageously enormous television – dear God, is he blind? Who needs a TV this big? – Seahawks memorabilia, a wet bar, a pool table. Basically a big ol’ man cave where boys can hang out and do boy things.
“No, I’m just surprised.” I lean back and plop my feet in his lap, getting more comfortable. He immediately wraps one big hand around the arch of my foot and rubs with his thumb and I sigh in contentment.
“It’s nice to relax once in a while. We haven’t really just hung out together much.” He offers me a soft smile, and my stomach flips, just a little. Gosh, he’s pretty to look at.
And he’s right. It feels good to be lazy. I’m still super tired from last night at work, and just lounging in Will’s extraordinary home with him all day is relaxing and perfect.
“Are we okay,” he murmurs, drawing my attention. His eyes are sober, and he’s watching me closely.
I turn my head to the side and offer him a half smile. “Yeah, we’re okay.”
He just nods and flips the channels to a show about whales on the Discovery channel.
“I’m hungry,” he announces.
“You’re always hungry,” I laugh and kick his thigh gently. “You just had a huge sandwich an hour ago.”
“Let’s order in pizza.”
“Let’s go get the pizza and bring it back,” I suggest.
“I like having you here, in my jersey, in my house, where I don’t have to share you and you don’t have to share me and we can just be.”
“Be what?” I ask.
“Us.” He pulls me into his lap and kisses me senseless, plunging his fingers into my hair and moving those amazing lips over mine. Then, just as suddenly as he started, he pushes me back onto the couch and reaches for his phone. “I’m calling for pizza.”
***
“You are such a fucking cheater!” Will is glaring at me from his position on the floor, his back against the couch, xBox controller in his hands. God, he’s adorable when he’s irritated with me.
“I am not!”
“All you’re doing is pushing all the buttons at once and waving the controller all about,” he accuses me. He’s right. I have no idea how to play this shit, and making him crazy is hilarious.
“It’s called strategy, Mr. Football Star.” I bat my eyelashes at him and laugh as his scowl deepens.
“You’ve never played this, have you?”
“Madden Two Thousand Thirty-Four? No.”
“It’s Madden 2013, smart ass.” Now he’s laughing at me. God, he’s fun.
“I’m still kicking your Seahawk ass. The guy with your name on the jersey looks nothing like you, by the way.” I pick up my soda and sip from the straw. We are surrounded by junk food. Pizza boxes, chip bags, cookie containers, you name it. It looks like a twelve-year-old’s birthday party exploded in here.
It’s fucking fun as hell.
“It’s a video game, babe, not a music video.”
I throw a chip at him, hitting him in the head, and he turns to glare at me. “Did you just hit me in the head with a freaking Dorito?”
“No.” I shake my head innocently and back up on the couch as he lays the controller on the coffee table and turns to me.
“Liar.”
“You deserved it, smart ass.”
“I know what you deserve.” He kneels in front of me, grabs my hands and pulls me toward him and then in one swift move, pulls his jersey up over my head. “I don’t think you can borrow this anymore.”
“Fine.” I lean back against the couch again and cross my arms over my naked chest, covering up my breasts. Will’s lips twitch but he holds his smile back and gives me a mock-glare and grips his black shorts at my hips and yanks them down my legs and throws them over his left shoulder.
I think they land in the salsa.
“Those are mine, too,” he murmurs, his eyes glassing over as he sweeps his gaze from my face down my body.
I move to cross my legs, but he holds them still, hands on my thighs, and pushes himself up between them so his pelvis rests against my own and his lips are inches from my face.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?” he asks softly.
I shrug, my smart mouth having suddenly left me, and just stare up into Will’s sea-blue eyes.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs and kisses my forehead, my nose, over to my dimple. “I love this dimple. Makes you look so innocent.” He smiles against my cheek and kisses it again. “Of course, I know differently.”
I chuckle and slide my hands up under his t-shirt, over the smooth muscles of his back. “Get naked.”
“I will.” He kisses his way over to my neck and runs his hand down my face to my breast to tease my nipple. I suck in a breath and squirm beneath him.
“Naked,” I repeat but he just chuckles and keeps up the torment, running those hands over my body, those lips down my throat to continue the torture of my nipples. Oh dear God, that feels good.
“Your skin is so damn soft.”  He’s on his knees again, kissing down my stomach to my navel where he pays special attention. He grips my hips in his hands, holding onto me, and bites and kisses my stomach, brushes his nose over it, and then kisses it some more.
Jesus, when did my stomach become an erogenous zone?
He suddenly jerks me to the edge of the couch and pushes my thighs wider apart and sits back on his heels, just looking at me.
“So damn beautiful,” he repeats. He raises his hand to my face, his eyes on mine, and runs the backs of his fingers down my cheek, brushes my lower lip with his thumb, and then traces the pad of his index finger down the hollow of my throat, down my sternum, my stomach, over my navel and my pubis.
I can’t move. I’m completely in his trance. For Godsake, we went from me playfully cheating my ass off on a video game to intense sexual tension in the matter of seconds.
Suddenly, he turns around and fishes an ice cube out of an empty soda glass and pushes it into his mouth. His eyes smile up at me before he lowers his head, and very gently, places a kiss right on my metal. His cold lips send a zing through my core and I raise my hips in response.
“Holy shit, that’s cold!”
He chuckles and does it again, but this time he slides down, hollows his cheeks and sucks my lips into his mouth with the cold ice and I about come apart. I grip his hair in my fists and hold him to me but he backs out of my grasp and shakes his head.
“Grip the back of the couch with your hands, babe.”
Huh?
“Why?”
“This is going to get intense for you, and it’ll be even more so if you can’t touch me.” He gently caresses my thigh with his hand. “Trust me.”
I do.
So I grab the couch above my head and watch him. He smiles reassuringly and kisses my thigh, then fishes out another ice cube, but instead of pushing it into his mouth, he spreads my labia with one hand and, eyes on mine, guides the ice from my anus, through my folds, and up to my clit.
“Watch this, Megan.”

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“Okay, what are we drinking to this time?” I ask and look around the table at my friends and their men. All of the parents left the party a few hours ago, and all that’s left are Jules and Nate, Natalie and Luke, Stacy and Isaac, Brynna, Matt, Caleb and Will. All of the other guests have gone home, leaving the eleven of us to drink shots and laugh and catch up.
I haven’t had this much fun in a long time.
If I drink this next shot, I just might forget the escapade in the bathroom with Will.
Maybe.
Probably not.
Speaking of Will, he keeps watching me, sipping a beer, quiet. But I ignore him and lift another shot of tequila in the air. So far, we’ve toasted babies, rock and roll, tattoos, shopping, and shopping again.
“Here’s to orgasms, and the three I’m going to have tonight!” Natalie exclaims, earning fits of giggles from the rest of us girls while the boys – all except for Luke – grumble about TMI.
“To orgasms!” we all concur and slam the shot.
I stopped using the training wheels of lime and salt three shots ago.
I glance back over at Will, who’s now in a deep conversation with his brother Caleb, and despite my clearly drunk state, my thighs clench just at the sight of him. Geez. He’s all broad shoulders and muscles and blue eyes.
I should have done him in the bathroom.
Stop it! That’s just drunk and horny Meg talking.
“So, Meg,” Jules slurs as she leans over toward me and plops her arm around my shoulders. “Why are you still single, my beautiful friend?”
“Because my job is my relationship, my equally as beautiful friend.”
“That sucks.”
“It’s fine.” I wave her off and take a sip of my fifth margarita. Damn, I really should have eaten more at dinner.
“Does your job give you orgasms?” Natalie asks as she crawls into Luke’s lap.
“No,” I giggle.
“Then it’s not fine,” she responds smugly.
No, it’s not fine, but it is what it is. I need to change this subject.
“You should sing something,” Jules claps her hands and bounces in her seat.
“You are all starting to kill this really great buzz I’ve got going on.”
“Sing!” Jules demands.
“I can barely talk. No singing. I haven’t sung in a long time anyway.”
“Okay, then let’s dance.” Jules stands, and then wobbles. Nate pulls her in his lap, laughing down at her.
“I think it’s time I take you up to the room, baby.” She cups his face in her hand and smiles up at him.
“Okay. Can I have some orgasms?”
“I think I can make that happen,” he replies with a smirk.
“No fair!” Natalie exclaims. “I want orgasms!”
Dear God, did we always talk about orgasms when we were drunk in college?
“Then let’s go up to our room too, I’ll give you those orgasms.” Luke kisses Nat’s cheek and stands with her cradled in his arms.
Jesus, Luke Williams is in the same room with me, talking about orgasms.
This is crazy.
“I’m out too.” I slam one last shot, grab for my purse and stand. The room spins a bit, but I brace myself on the back of a chair and take a deep breath.
“You’re not driving are you?” Nate asks.
“I’ll call a cab.”
“I’ll take you home.” Will stands too and is suddenly at my side, gripping my elbow.
“You drank too,” I remind him.
“I had one beer. I’m fine.”
Oh.
“Really?”
“I’m in the middle of a season, Meg, I can’t drink much.”
“What kind of season?” I ask as the room spins slowly around me. I’m vaguely aware of snickering happening around me but I’m too drunk to kick anyone’s ass.
“Football,” he says gently and brushes my hair behind my ear.
“You want to play football?” I’m so confused. “I’m too drunk to play football.”
Will laughs and shakes his head. “No, sweetheart, I will play football on Sunday. With my team. Remember?”
“Oh, yeah. You’re a football star.” I wave him off and turn toward my friends. “He’s a big time football player. Did you know?”
Natalie giggles at me. “Meg, you’re funny. I’m glad you’re hanging out with us again.”
“Dude, you got her?” Caleb asks.
“Yeah, I got her,” Will confirms.
“Who you got?” I ask.
“You, drunk girl. Come on.” He turns to lead me toward the exit, and I start to follow him, but for some reason my feet don’t work very well.
“Um, Will?”
“Yeah?”
“I lost my feet.”
“What?” he laughs and pinches the bridge of his nose.
“I can’t find my feet.”
Why is everyone laughing at me? This is serious!
“Okay, I’ve got you.” He lifts me effortlessly into his arms and cradles me against his chest.
“You don’t have to carry me.”
“If I want to get you in the car and take you home, I think I do.”
“I thought you wanted to play football.” I yawn and lean my head against his shoulder. Hmm… he still smells good.
“Not tonight.”
“I think I’m drunk.”
“What was your first clue?” he chuckles.
“Don’t make me hurt you, Mungumry.”
“Yeah, you scare me.”
***
“What kind of car is this?” I ask.
“It’s a Shelby.”
“Is Shelby your girlfriend?” I ask, mortified. Holy shit! I made out with a guy who has a girlfriend!
“No, this car is a Shelby Mustang, Megan.”
“Oh. Then who is your girlfriend?”
“I don’t have a girlfriend.”
“Why not?”
“No time.” He shrugs. “No one has interested me, until very recently.” He mutters that last part, and before I can ask him what he means by that, he pulls up to my townhouse.
“Thanks for the ride.”
“You’re welcome. Stay there.”
I don’t think I could get out of this car if I wanted to. It sits really low to the ground, but it’s nice. The seat is comfortable.
Suddenly the passenger door is open and Will is leaning inside, pulling me out of the car. He gets me to stand, and then lifts me again.
“I could probably walk now.”
“I doubt it. Just don’t throw up on me, please.”
Well, I didn’t feel like throwing up until he said something. Now my stomach is rolling and I have that icky feeling in the back of my throat.
Fuck!
“Where are your keys?” he asks.
“Handbag.”
“Do you want me to get them?”
“Yes.” Just breathe. Just breathe and you won’t throw up.
“Okay, I’m going to stand you by the door. Just lean on the wall for a second.”
Is he speaking English? I don’t understand him, all I can concentrate on is not throwing up. He shuffles through my bag and produces my keys.
“This one.” I point to the house key and he unlocks the door and scoops me up again, carrying me inside.
“You don’t have an alarm system?” he asks with a frown.
“No.”
“Why not?” he demands.
“Too expensive. Fuck, put me down.”
He lowers me to the floor and as soon as my feet hit the ground I sprint to the bathroom, and hurl about two bottles of tequila into the toilet.
It never tastes as good coming up as it did going down.
Oh, sweet Jesus, make it stop. My stomach convulses and shudders, and I feel a sweat break out on my skin.
Suddenly my hair is scooped back off my face and a cold cloth is pressed to the back of my neck.
Fuck, I forgot he was here. How mortifying.
“You can go,” I mumble and rest my forehead on my arm, still cradling the toilet.
“I’ll stay.” His voice is firm and maybe a little grim.
“I’m okay, Will.”
“I’m not leaving you like this, so shut it.” He gently lifts my head and presses another cold cloth to my forehead, making me moan in delight.
“That feels good.”
“I know. Are you done throwing up?”
“I think so.”
“Okay, let’s get you in bed.”
“Hey!” My head jerks up and I pin him with a glare. “You’re not getting me into bed.”
“Yeah, I am. Don’t worry, sweetheart, no hanky panky.” He grins and I groan as another wave of nausea hits. I’m suddenly bone-tired.
“Okay.” I stand and he wraps an arm awkwardly around my waist. He’s just too tall for his own good. “I’m fine, Will. The worst is over. You can go.”
He glares down at me and wipes my face with the cool cloth. “I’ll make sure you’re asleep before I leave.”
“Why? I haven’t exactly been nice to you.”
“Because I’m not an asshole, and the sooner you realize that, the better.”
I frown at him, not understanding him at all. He opens the drawers in my dresser, shuffling through clothes and socks, then turns to me with a scowl.
“Where are your pajamas?”
“I don’t wear pajamas.”
“So what do you wear to bed?” he asks and plants his hands on his hips.
“Nothing.”
He closes his eyes and exhales deeply, then searches through my drawers again until he finds an old t-shirt and throws it at me. “Here, put this on.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m climbing in that bed with you, and you can’t be naked or I will be an asshole.” He looks almost angry.
“Turn around,” I murmur. When he’s facing the other direction, I quickly unzip and step out of my dress and pull the t-shirt over my head. I’m not wearing panties, but the t-shirt is long enough that you can’t see so I don’t care. “I don’t think I can take my sandals off without falling over.”
Will turns to me and his eyes soften. “You look so young right now.”
“I’m sure I look like shit, but okay. Sandals?”
“Sit.” He kneels before me and takes my shoes off, and then tucks me into the bed. He unbuttons his shirt, lets it fall off his shoulders and drapes it on my desk chair. Holy muscled body, Batman.
“Your place is nice,” he mutters.
“Hmm.” I close my eyes to block out the delicious image of a mostly-naked Will. I hear the zipper of his pants and the rustling of him stepping out of them, and then the bed dips as he crawls in beside me. He turns me away from him, and pulls my back against his front.
“Sleep.”
“Why are you still here?” I ask sleepily. I should demand that he go, but damn if this doesn’t feel good.
“I don’t know,” he whispers.