The Van Birch Incident: A Rock Star Romance
-- EXCERPT: Clay didn’t want to crowd her, but he needed to touch her, to make sure she was all right. He warred with himself as he slowly approached her, trying to shove his needs aside and focus on her. When she didn’t flinch away, Clay cupped Van’s jaw in his hand and angled her head so that she met his eyes. “Hey,” he said in the most soothing voice he could muster. It was not a tone Clay used often. “Are you okay?” She shook her head and leaned into his palm. Her chest heaved, and Clay covered the hand she held over her heart with his own. Her heart was pounding scary fast. He thought that maybe Van was having a panic attack. She’d had them a few times when they’d been teenagers. Clay was vaguely aware of Michael, muttering to himself and getting to his feet, over his shoulder. Van’s eyes shot to him, and her breath came even faster. She was going to hyperventilate. “Don’t look at him,” Clay said, capturing her gaze again. “Look at me. Good. Now, breathe with me.” He stepped in close, putting their hands over his heart. Clay’s heartbeat wasn’t exactly slow and steady, but it was calmer than hers. Van closed her eyes and matched the rise and fall of her chest to his. Finally, she relaxed into him, her head rolling onto his shoulder. “I have to give a speech in a few minutes.” Her voice was wavering and muffled by his shirt. “Take some time. They’ll wait for you,” Clay said and wrapped his arms more fully around her. He wanted to rail at her, to tell her she needed 24-hour security, but now wasn’t the time. “Thank you,” she said. “I—” She balled her fingers into his shirt. “Shhh.” Clay chanced a glance over his shoulder, and Michael had disappeared. Good riddance, fuckwad. He tightened his hold on Van and held her until both their heart rates had returned to normal. At some point, they’d started to sway together. His thumb caressed the curve of her waist, and he felt Van’s nose graze his neck. A second later, her lips brushed over the hollow of Clay’s throat. Her balled fist flattened against his chest, and he pressed his palm into the small of her back. The swaying stopped, and when she raised her eyes to his, the shift in mood was so swift and fierce, Clay barely registered the decision to kiss her before their lips crashed together. Van tasted like whiskey but also hot and sweet in a flavor that was something all her own. Her lips were naturally plump and supple, and her tongue was like velvet against Clay’s as he delved into her mouth again and again. His mind spun with desire as Van’s hands couldn’t decide where to stay. They roamed up and down his chest, over his shoulders and into his hair before starting all over. The brush of her nails at the nape of Clay’s neck pulled a groan from his chest. She didn’t resist as Clay eased her back against the wall and pressed against as much of her small, soft body as he could. She moaned as he ground against her and kissed his way down her neck. They’d kissed before. Just the once. It had been intense, but not like this. There had been electricity, but there hadn’t been this bald longing like there was now, like maybe Van wanted him as much as he wanted her. Like maybe she always had but was only just now willing to admit it. “Clay.” The word was almost a gasp as her leg wrapped around his, pulling him closer as he ground against her again. God, he wanted her. He wanted her here, now. Clay was contemplating wrapping her legs around his waist and hiking her skirt up when he heard voices approaching. He and Van stilled at the same time. Clay’s blood was thrumming inside him, telling him to press on, to pull her closer, to pull down his zipper, brush aside her panties, and finish this. He couldn’t make himself step away from her. Not yet. Not when he was so close.
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Chasing Risks
-- EXCERPT: The air tingles in my chest, crisp and energizing, as I hold in a breath on my front porch. When I let it out, accompanied by a woosh, I can’t see it in the air, despite my expectation since we’re getting far into autumn. But even without the visual, it’s still cold as balls. And I wrap my vegan leather jacket (aka fake as shit, but with a great enough spin on the wording to get me to spend more that I should have) tighter around my chest. “I miss the stars,” Lucas says as he shivers in the open doorway, only leaning out to look up at the night’s sky outside with me. “It’s just cloudy,” I say. But he shakes his head, always up for a debate—no matter the time of day or level of clothing. “You’re crazy if you think Minneapolis doesn’t have light pollution,” he counters. “I mean, just look down your street.” He points to street lamps and fairy lights all over porches and decks. “Fine, fine. Whatever,” I admit. Then, thinking better of it I add, “Come here.” Lucas takes a tentative step out onto the chilly wood planks, tugging his arms even tighter around his bare chest. But before he can get the heel of his first foot outside, I yank him by the broad shoulders and pull him to me. It sounds more forceful than it looks—because his being almost a full foot taller than me pretty much negates any strength I’d like to convince myself that can subject him to. I mean I don’t have a Masters in Physics, but I don’t think all my energy could get his into motion if he didn’t want it to. His eyes widen and his lips make the cutest little ‘Oh’ as he shuffles in my direction. And then those puckered lips are on mine, and I’m rewarded with what I’d been aiming for.
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Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / Kobo -- EXCERPT: “SO MUCH FOR ‘I’M ON A DIET.’” Derek stuffed another soy sauce-loaded Italian meatball into his mouth. “Shut up, midget!” Jamie retorted and set another pepperoni sausage olive pizza slice onto her plate. “That’s so rude.” Lisa shoved a spoonful of chicken manicotti into her mouth. “You’re like calling her fat.” “She’s the one who’s always saying, ‘I’m so fat! I’m so fat! Guys do I look fat or phat?!” “Oh,” Lucia chuckled, “neither one of you needs to lose weight. In all honesty, you can all gain a few pounds.” She peered at Jamie, who smiled. “Thanks.” It was in the eyes. “Well.” Matt chewed off his last bite of a sweet and spicy boneless chicken wing from the sticky orange sauce on his fingers. “Who’s next?” “Mine.” Jamie handed over a sealed envelope. On the front, “MATTY” was handwritten in bold navy-blue ink. “Thanks.” As soon as their hands brushed, a shock of electricity ran through his body. “Uh, thanks.” It was all he had thought of—that spark between them and taking an extra look at Jamie; her eyes were still on him like a hawk’s. Everyone sat at the edge of their dining chairs. Lucia took a sip from her glass of red wine, as she leveled up the digital camera in the other hand (mad pro skills). Matt glanced at their eager faces, although Derek’s big ol’ goofy grin held his attention for a moment longer. The boy sure had some crooked ass teeth, to be truthful. It was also unsettling that Derek’s grin grew wider like a mannequin in a window display and not the pretty looking ones either; more of the Stepford wives with clown makeup and pumped lips and cheekbones. Matt opened the envelope and into his hands spilled two gift cards: Tillys, and iTunes. For some reason, he sighed with relief. “See.” Jamie leaned back in her chair. “I can follow your crazy, ‘Only gift cards’ rule. We all remember last year.” Lucia snorted and covered her mouth to prevent the wine from spilling out. But a few splashes sputtered through her nostrils. “Yeah,” Lisa added on, “those clothes were all baggy in the wrong places.” “You looked like a damn hobo!” Derek cackled. “Thanks, Jam,” Matt said with a bit overzealous smile. Shit, he thought to himself. Motherfuckin’ shit. He turned away and placed her gift on the small pile: gift cards Derek got him for Chick’s Sporting Goods and Best Buy with Target and Starbucks gift cards Lisa got him. “Thank you…” “Anytime, Matty.” And that time, Jamie smiled back. Holy, moly! She had pretty little teeth too. “I’m done!” Derek backed up his chair and unbuttoned his Levis to air out his potbelly. That was when Jamie broke focus with Matt. “Derek—put that thing away!” she screeched. “Mini Buddha’s belly!” Lisa chanted and wiggled her arms over her head like a gorilla. “Derek…” “Sorry, Lucia.” He scooted his chair back in, which gave the floor a few squeaks, so the red tablecloth concealed his stomach—his VERY pale, sole patched, Buddha’s belly. “Well, I don’t know about you four but I’m tired.” Lucia swayed to her feet; her fingers went white as she clutched a hold of her glass. Matt eyed that second empty wine glass like it would come alive. “I’ll see you all.” “Wait,” Derek interjected. “Aren’t we supposed to—” “SHHHHH…” They had their fingers pressed to their lips. Jamie and Lisa even glowered his way. Matt’s eyes broadened with horror, as his head drooped closer to the table. It was done, all over. Clueless at first, Derek’s eyes shot wide open as though struck by lightning. “OH—” “SHHHHH!” “Matt,” Lucia said, her speech troublesome. “is this…” The pieces of confetti on the table were shinier than ever. Matt rolled one of them between his thumb and middle finger. The confetti was a lustrous blue circle, although it felt like blazing hot fire. The creators of confetti had it all wrong. They should have been red—a mighty, burning passionless red. “Matt…” “I want you to…” On that last deep breath, he looked up at his grandma. “We’re going to the cemetery—” “Goodnight, Matt—” “Why don’t you ever want to talk about it?!” Jamie, Derek, and Lisa moved robotically. The lower halves of their bodies went paralyzed, as their eyes rolled side to side to catch glimpses of each other and the Smiths. By now, Matt was on his feet, his fists planted on the table. The tablecloth was scrunched up as he leaned forward, steadying his balance on his elbows. His pulse raced throughout his body, rigid as stone and hot as lava. “Why can’t you let it go,” he pled unintentionally. “I did.” “Matt, I’m very…” Her back was to them. Lucia lingered in the dining room archway, but by the sniffles and refusal to turn around, it was obvious. She did everything she could to cover up the waterworks; she even tugged at her sleeve (long sleeves shirts were all she ever wore). “I’m very tired. I’ll see you in the morning.” Off her glance, she was gone. Her red sea of swimming pool-eyes was no longer in their sight. His sight. Jamie, Derek, and Lisa averted their attention away from Matt. Suddenly, he felt…funny. Something seemed to boil at the pit of his stomach. Whatever it was, it shot up to his chest and formed a sour taste in the back of his mouth, like he had just eaten something spoiled, weeks after its expiration date. “Matty…” Her fingers drifted over his fist like a cloak. Matt’s fingers unfolded, but he refused to look at her. It was obvious—the strain and worry look in her eyes, as she caressed his hand. His shoulders shot up, about an inch from touching his earlobes. The twinge of sorrow prolonged in his eyes and strengthened the veins to pop right out; red, so very red from the haggardness and stress, all from another wasted amount of energy from a big waste of time. Every year, he thought to himself. Every year on my birthday.
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Misadventures of a Biker
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He was bad to the boneâ¦
Devin âBoneâ Wallace is fresh out of prison and under orders from his parole office to find employment or be re-incarcerated. Heâs not exactly a âpeople personâ and heâs got zero computer skills, but that doesnât stop him from applying at one of the most prestigious real estate firms on Floridaâs Gulf Coast.
High-end real estate broker Tedi Mackâs main focus is selling eight-figure beachfront mansions. In desperate need of an office receptionist, she interviews three bubblegum-chewing twenty-somethings and a stunningly handsome tattooed biker who wears his wallet on a chain. Tedi and her all-woman sales staff make a very quick decision: Devin the biker.
After Devin makes a recommendation about a listing thatâs been a thorn in Tediâs side, the property sells, and the celebration leads to an unexpected connection. The attraction is undeniable and hard to resist, but Tedi would be risking her social and professional status being with Devin, a tattooed biker saddled with debt and a surprising criminal past.
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Scott Hildreth is an international bestselling author. He has published more than fifty novels (both traditionally and independently) and has every intention of writing many more.
His preferred careers of being a biker, military hero, mafia boss, boxer, vigilante, and tattoo artist will always be favorites, but as writing has become a full-time gig, he must live vicariously through the characters in his books who share his admiration for these professions.
He resides in Naples, Florida with his wife and children.
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EXCERPT His tongue took a complete swipe from back to front. “You taste so good, like a mixture of sweet honey with a touch of fresh salt water. My favorite. I never forgot it.” He looked at her. “The first time I ever went down on you was at the beach. We’d just come out of the ocean from a late-night swim. One of my fondest memories. I’ve used it many times over the years.” His eyes danced with mischief.
Before she could protest his walk down memory lane, his mouth returned to where she wanted it most. She felt the familiar tightening in her lower abdomen and moaned unrestricted. Mitchell slipped a finger into her pussy and moved it in and out. “Damn, baby, you weren’t kidding. You need to come so you’ll relax, and I can get inside of you.” He added another finger, and she came undone. Helplessly quivering with every pump of his hand. Her stomach contracted, letting her see his mouth on her clit and his gaze locked on hers. She dropped her head to the pillow and let out a satisfied sigh.
Mitchell kissed the insides of her thighs before he climbed his way back up her body and kissed her thoroughly. “See how good you taste.” He swiped his tongue inside her mouth as he rubbed his body against hers.
Her fingers worked their way between his waistband and his skin. “Your shorts are still on.”
He lowered his head and kissed from her jaw to her ear. “Are you still on birth control? I’m clean. I used condoms. I’ve always used them. It’s just that I’ve waited so long for this day, I don’t want anything between us.”
“I know you used them before with me because we were young, but even with her?”
“Yes, always. I only ever wanted to ride bareback with you. Only you.”
She looked into his eyes. “Yes.”
He sat on his heels again and pushed his shorts and boxers down his thighs while she followed him up. He stood in the bed as she pulled his clothes the rest of the way off. She was grateful his parents had the forethought to have high ceilings. He stepped out of his boxers while she rose to her knees. Staring up at him, she licked from root to tip. The moan that left his mouth gave her courage to continue her oral exploration. His muscles tightened when she lowered her mouth to suck one of his balls. A sudden rush of breath echoed in the quiet room as she released the first one and took in the other. After a gentle lap of her tongue, she released it, moving back to his cock. She found him staring at her as she held his cock in front of her lips. Without breaking eye contact, licked the tip and took him in as far as she could. She felt him at the back of her throat when his hands grasped the sides of her head and gently pushed her back. “Not today, baby. I can’t last that long. I’ve wanted back inside of you for too long to risk losing it in your mouth.”
He eased her back down on the bed before he repositioned himself between her legs. She noticed his cock was just as impressive as it was when they were younger. He rubbed himself in her juices and slid in about an inch. “You okay, Mak? I don’t know how slowly I can go, but you’re so tight.”
“Just like the first time.” Her fingers pressed against his back as her nails scratched him. “You made it good the first time.”
“Then look at me. The first time we didn’t take our eyes off each other. Give me that now.” He pushed farther into her.
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