New Release Sneaky Peek - Bite Me by Michelle Roth

What a great sneaky peek we have today. Michelle Roth has a new book in her The Transfigured Ones Series. It's called, Bite Me, and today she's sharing an excerpt from the book as well as providing us with an interview with her hero, Magnus Corbett. Take it away, Michelle and Magnus. 

Hi there, everyone! I'm Michelle Roth and I'm here to introduce my latest release, Bite Me. It's the second in my vampire paranormal series, The Transfigured Ones. Magnus Corbett, my hero, was modeled a bit after Gordon Ramsey. I wanted him to be a rough around the edges guy who didn't necessarily have time for love. I knew, whoever I matched him with would either need to be a bad ass chick who didn't take any crap.. or she'd need to be so sweet that she called to the softer side of him. Caroline Lundquist is both of those things. 

If you've got any questions about the book, for me as the author, or about the series in general, feel free to use the #transfiguredones hash tag and I'll do my best to answer!

Blurb:

Magnus Corbett is the world renowned head chef for Usquebaugh, the wildly popular restaurant and whiskey bar inside the Foxwood Hotel and Casino. He's certain that it was his status as one of the Transfigured that put him on the map. It will be bold flavors and his tireless work ethic that keep him there. And, if he has to be a little blunt to get things done? So be it.

When bar manager, Caroline Lundquist, develops a line of cocktails to breathe some life into the drink menu, she's determined to have new gin-inspired dishes to pair with them. During their collaboration she finds herself falling for the side of Magnus that people rarely see. He's sweet. Compassionate. Caring. As they begin to navigate the perils of a vampire-human relationship, both of their pasts crop up, threatening to destroy everything they're working so hard to build together.   

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 1.  If you had a free day with no responsibilities and your only mission was to enjoy yourself, what would you do?

Free time? What's that? I don't get much, but I prefer to fiddle in the kitchen or read a book. I deal with people day in and day out, so when it comes to my downtime, I can be a bit selfish.

2.  What impression do you make on people when they first meet you? How about after they’ve known you for a while?

I've lived a long time. If I expend any time or energy on someone, I tend to expect a lot. I try to weed out the assholes, liars, and other bad apples. People probably find that incredibly abrasive. In the end, once I feel like I can trust someone, they know that I'm loyal. My own family kind of checked out on me, so I sort of make my own.

3.  What’s your idea of a good marriage? Do you think that’ll happen in your life?

I grew up in a typical stodgy British home. I doubt my parents even liked each other, let alone loved each other. I haven't a clue what makes a good marriage. I'd hold on to it tightly if I ever thought I found it, though.

4.  What are you most proud of about your life?

I'm a world renowned chef. I can work anywhere I choose. I did that in spite of this being a non-Transfigured dominated industry. 

 - And what about something more personal?

Living your dream? Making something out of nothing? How is that not personal? Did you write these bloody questions?

- Why is that so meaningful to you?

I did it completely on my own. My family kicked me when I was seventeen. I managed to finish high school and go to culinary school on my own. There was no silver spoon or college fund. I did it on my own.

5.  What are you most ashamed of in your life?

I could have been nicer to people, looking back. I don't always have to be so abrupt. I find it easier, though. I definitely could have been nicer.

6.  If you could spend the day with someone you admire (living or dead or imaginary), who would you pick?

Auguste Escoffier. The man was bloody brilliant. I'd love to sit down and pick his brain.

7.  Do you think you’ve turned out the way your parents expected?

I don't think they had much hope for me. They pretty much checked out of my life when they found out I was Transfigured. Then they fought for the next decade or so about who had the faulty genetics. I don't think they thought much about me at all. I'd love to say I didn't think of them, but it would be a lie. I do. And it's not kindly.

8.  What do you believe about God? What do you suppose God thinks of you?

There's a lot of pain and suffering in the world. People get sick. People lose loved ones to horrible accidents. Meanwhile, there are some of us who live forever whether we want to or not. It doesn't seem fair. I'm not sure a kind and loving god would do something like that. 

9.  Is there anything you’ve always wanted to do but haven’t done? What would happen if you did it?

It's been roughly forty years since I've been to the beach during the day. I'd love to do that but it would destroy my skin and eventually kill me. Painful. 

10.  What’s the worst thing that’s happened in your life? What did you learn from it?

I'd probably say that my family is the worst thing to happen to me. What kind of awful parents withhold love from a child because of a genetic defect they can't control? No matter whether my children are Transfigured or not, I'd love them. That's what I learned, I guess. Tolerance.

11.  Tell me about your best friend.

Veronica is my best friend and my sous chef. She's probably one of the few people who puts up with my crap. I trust her implicitly. She's probably the closest thing that I have to a sister.

12.  What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done to someone? Why?

Despite the fact I'm a bit of a prick sometimes, I don't intentionally hurt people. I've had to fire a few wayward souls, but that's about it. They either stole, lied, or didn't know their ass from a hole in the ground. 

13.  What would you like it to say on your tombstone?

Since we pretty much just turn to a pile of ash, a tombstone seems a bit much.

14.  Describe your ideal mate.

She'd need to be strong. Someone who didn't take any of my garbage. She'd have to be engaging. A good conversationalist. Well read. Smart. Funny. Beautiful wouldn't hurt but it's not a prerequisite. Not a bloody stick figure. She'd need to enjoy eating, because I would enjoy cooking for her. Taking care of her in that way. 

15.  What are you most afraid of?

Failure. Being alone for eternity. The usual suspects.

16.  What’s the most important thing in your life? What do you value most?

My space. I can only handle so much social interaction, so having my personal space is hugely important. I feel like, with time alone, I recharge.

17.  What do you like best about yourself? Least?

I'm driven to succeed. I prefer to be solitary most of the time. I know that's not exactly healthy.

18.  How do you feel about your life right now? What, if anything, would you like to change?

I've got a good life, for the most part. I'm happy with my career. I'd like to find someone to settle down with, though. 

19.  Are you lying to yourself about something? What is it?

There's a part of me that wishes that I wasn't so solitary, that wants to be outgoing and friendly. I want to be social, and happy go lucky. I just don't trust people.

20.  What trait do you most deplore in others?

People who lack common sense. Critical thinking skills are important in life, and there are people who don't develop them or refuse to. Drives me bloody mad!

Excerpt: Bite Me by Michelle Roth

“That's nice, but,” he said, frowning at her, “I really hate to bring this up but... I see no nudity or coffee, Caroline. You can't promise things like that and then not follow through. It's cruel.”

Smirking, she said, “You were gone for almost an hour after we talked. I assumed you forgot about me. So I drank your cup and then I took care of myself.” She gave a little shrug.

“You did, did you?” he asked, his cock stirring to life. “In what's soon to be our bed?”

“No. I didn't,” she said, confessed, laughing. “I did drink the coffee though. Then Lilly called me to tell me about the reviews and I got caught up in that.”

“New rule,” he ordered, his focus single minded. “You don't get to play with your pussy unless I'm supervising.”

Caroline made a pouty face. “Not even a little bit?”

“Not at all, sweetness,” he corrected. “And I never said you could borrow my shirt, love. I'm going to need it back now.”

“Sorry,” she replied, giving him an unrepentant grin. She pulled the shirt up inch by tantalizing inch until he realized she wasn't wearing anything under it.

“That's it, love,” he said scooping her up and setting her on the edge of the island counter top.  Then he picked up the hand that held her cell phone and suggested, “Read me a review. One of the longer ones because we're going to be here a while.”

Caroline set the cell phone down and leaned back, watching as he shifted her thighs apart. When he ran the tips of his fingers along her damp folds, she let out a shuddering sigh.

“Someone's a little needy this morning, isn't she?” he asked, kneeling so that he was eye level with her pussy.

“Yes,” she agreed. “I'm always needy for you.”

“And I am for you too. Always,” he promised. “Why aren't you reading?”

Caroline narrowed her eyes. “You're serious?”

Magnus nodded, and then blew a gentle stream of air against her heated flesh. When she started to wriggle, he murmured, “Hold still, love. Let me...”

Gently he pulled her labia apart with his thumbs and swiped his tongue from her opening to her clit and back again. “God, love. You taste so fucking good. It's a shame I won't be able to continue until you start reading.”

Caroline moaned, balancing herself back on one arm and picked up her cell phone. A few taps on the screen later, she gave an annoyed huff.

Magnus resumed his task, swiping his tongue against her inner thighs, nipping gently at the sensitive skin there.

 Caroline's voice was somewhat broken when she began to read. “I had the— distinct pleasure of spending my evening at Usquebaugh. As always, the atmosphere lively, the food amazing, and the drinks sub-sublime. Magnus!”

He took his time, moving his mouth to her pussy, drawing slow circles around her clit. He periodically dipped his tongue down to fuck her with it until she was panting.

“Magnus, please,” she whined. “I need...”

He buried three fingers inside her as far as they would go, fucking them in and out of her slowly, then lifted his head and said, “I need you to keep reading for me. I'm very interested to know what they thought of the individual drinks.”

“Owner Lilly Ferguson put together the ultimate—” she broke off, gasping.

He stilled his tongue and fingers and waited until she began to speak again.

Her voice almost a high pitched, needy wail, she continued, “—dream team of chef Magnus Corbett and bartender Caroline Lundquist. The dishes display the usual competency and flare that Magnus Corbett has always been known- been known for. However, the real surprise of the evening was the new line of...”

She could have been saying anything. He'd stopped paying attention the moment he'd buried his tongue in her wet heat. Every time she grew more slick around his fingers, he moaned. Her cream was the sweetest he'd ever tasted. If he had his way, he'd to keep her here, hips pinned to his counter, cumming until she couldn't bear it anymore. 

About Michelle:

Michelle Roth is a novelist from the Great White North (Toronto, ON). When she’s not disappearing into foreign lands, or making two perfect strangers that she invented fall in love, she’s probably curled up somewhere with a glass of wine and a good book.

In her spare time she is typically hanging out with her awesome boyfriend and their two equally awesome cats. She likes taking road trips to nowhere in particular, cooking elaborate meals then making other people do the dishes, and being nerdy on the internet. Her books are currently available on Amazon, Nook, Kobo, and any other place that sells absolutely filthy romance novels. 

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Email: michelle@michelleroth.net

New Release Sneaky Peek - When You Were Mine by Michelle Roth

Today's sneaky peek is by fellow Siren author, Michelle Roth. When You Were Mine is book 2 in the Second Chances Series. As well as celebrating the release of a new book, Michelle is also turning one as a published author. It's a double whammy really and because of that she's having a great giveaway that runs from now until the 17th April. Details can be found under the two delicious excerpts she's provided for us to read.

Blurb:

[Siren Classic: Erotic Contemporary Romance, spanking, HEA]

When Cora Blanchard said goodbye to Jamie Connolly seven years ago, she knew she'd have to see him again eventually. What she doesn't expect is for all of the old feelings she thought she had let go to come rushing back to the surface. It was as if nothing had changed. Fresh out of a highly publicized train wreck of a relationship, Cora is afraid to trust in those feelings or in herself. She tries to remain friends with him, but she's just fooling herself. There's no way she can be with him and not want more.

The moment that Jamie sees her, he realizes that seven years of silence and two thousand miles haven't changed his feelings. The only thing that has changed is Cora. He sees a sadness in her eyes that was never there before. Just as Jamie is starting to earn her love and her trust, someone threatens to tear them apart forever.

Buy Link: 

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General Story Excerpt:

He gathered the paint cans and supplies, then moved toward the entrance. As he walked through the main lobby he thought about how he was going to tell Cora. Even more, he thought about the conversation he was going to have with Patty.

He hit the button and waited. When the elevator doors slid open, he was facing one highly surprised Cora. Shit, he thought. This had not gone according to plan.

“Jamie?”

He winced, felt the flush creep up his neck and then said, “So you're never going to believe this incredibly awkward coincidence.”

A cautious look in her eye, she stepped out of the elevator, took in his painting supplies and said, “Try me.”

“Patty. She rented me a vacant office on the second floor. I didn't realize you were here until I called Evan to ask about painting. This isn't nearly as stalker-ish as it seems. I swear to god.”

Cora considered him for a moment and then said, “It's entirely plausible.”

Jamie made a move to lift a hand, paint can and all, and said, “Scouts honor. My decision to rent an office here has nothing to do with you. I was going to drop these off and then text you to warn you. When I talked to Evan about painting, he figured it out. I love 'em, but my family can sometimes be a real pain in the ass.”

“Agreed,” she responded. “But...you weren't a boy scout, were you?”

“Nope. I still had no idea, though. I'm sorry.”

“This has Patty written all over it, Jamie. It's fine,” Cora said, letting him off the hook.

He gave a small sigh of relief, then asked, “Wanna come take a look? Keep in mind, I'm doing some redecorating.”

Cora looked down at her watch and said, “Sure. Let me go drop off this package and I'll be right back.”

Jamie leaned against the bank of elevators, paint bucket and supplies in hand, as he waited for Cora to finish in the mailroom. He shook his head again, still unable to believe Patty. He really couldn't wait to have a conversation with her. At least Cora hadn't freaked out on him.

When he saw her approaching, he pressed the button for the elevator again. After she stepped inside, he moved into the space with her.

As he hit the second floor, she said, “Oh! I bet you're in the office where the holistic doctor was.”

“Yeah, the landlord said it was a doctor's office that left,” Jamie said, a smile pulling at his lips.

He walked down the hallway, and stopped in front of his new office. He set the paint bucket down and dug for his keys. When he unlocked the door, a waft of stale incense and pot met them.

Cora did a slow turn as they stepped inside, then she wrinkled her nose and said, “Seems like maybe they were more into herbal healing. Unless you've picked up a new hobby that I don't know about?”

She turned to face him, her laughter echoing in the empty space around them. In that moment, her hair draped over her shoulder, eyes shining, all traces of sadness were gone. She was absolutely stunning.

He itched to pull her to him, bury his hands in her hair, and press his mouth against hers. He suspected that wouldn't go over well, so instead, he buried his hands in his pocket and grinned.

After a pause, he said, “That hasn't been my thing since college. Nothing to disclose, Dr. Blanchard. What about you?”

“Never tried it. Apparently all I needed to do was come down the hall,” she said with a snort as she wandered into the conference room.

“Yeah. The landlord is tearing out the carpet over the weekend and putting in hardwood. That'll probably get rid of the smell. Plus, I'm going to air it out in here when I paint,” he said.

“Oh, don't tell me you're replacing this beautiful green paint,” Cora said, a smirk pulling at her lips.

His face deadpan, he said, “Don't worry. Just retouching it.”

Her eyes widened as she said, “Please tell me you're kidding.”

“Completely kidding,” he said with a grin. He reached into his back pocket and grabbed the paint sample out, holding it up for her inspection.

Cora visibly relaxed and said, “Warm beige. I can see that. And you said you found cherrywood furniture?”

“I may go with something lighter. I haven't entirely decided.”

“Hardwood? Nice. By the way, in light of recent events, did you just want to order in lunch tomorrow? That way you can get started early tomorrow.”

“Would you mind?” he asked. Cora had always been thoughtful. It was one of the things that he had liked so much about her. She thought about other people in a way that most people didn't.

“It was my idea, Jamie,” she said, drily. “I remember how exciting putting together my office was.”

 “What time did you want to plan for? I'll call in the order.”

He watched her glance down at her watch, saw her eyes widen and heard her mutter, “Crap, crap, crap. I'm gonna be late. I'll check my schedule and text you later. Congrats on the new office!”

Before he could speak, she gave him a quick hug and scurried out of the office past him.

“Bye,” he said to her retreating figure.

Adult Only Excerpt:

One cup of coffee later, she rolled out her yoga mat in her living room. As she slid effortlessly from pose to pose, she could feel the stress leaving her body. She continued working through her routine until she felt completely loose. When she finally opened her eyes, she jumped a little in surprise. Jamie stood there, coffee cup in hand, wearing nothing but boxers and a smile.

Putting a hand over her heart, she said, “I didn't realize you were there. You scared me.”

Jamie set the cup of coffee he held onto the dining room table and said, “Tell me you're done with that.”

“I'm done with that,” Cora said, wiping a towel over her brow and wresting the ponytail holder out of her hair. As she shook her hair free, she let out a sigh of relief.

“That was,” Jamie said as he walked toward her, “twenty minutes of pure torture, watching that, baby. I had no idea you were that flexible.”

Jamie stood in front of her now, so close that her breasts brushed against his chest. She said, “I didn't even realize you were watching.”

His hand moved up to slide the strap of her tank top off her shoulder. As he lowered his mouth to her skin, he said, “I couldn't help it. That was so fucking sexy.”

Cora tilted her head to the side as his teeth grazed her shoulder. Goose bumps raised on her arms when he cupped her breast through the cotton tank and began to rub his thumb lightly over her nipple. The light touches of his fingers and the barest hint of teeth were driving her absolutely crazy.

“Jamie,” she moaned, when she felt the nip of his teeth against her neck.

He lifted his mouth from her shoulder and tugged her tank top over her head without ceremony. When the cool air swept over her, a fresh wave of goose bumps rose on her skin. She took a final step forward, so that they were pressed together, and pulled his mouth down to hers.

As one kiss melded into another, she let her hands roam the muscles of his back and chest, her nails dragging across his skin. When she finally slipped the waistband of his boxers down and began to stroke him, he said, “Fuck, I love the feel of your hands on my cock.”

Cora slowed the speed of her hand and began to kiss her way down his chest, stopping along the way to run her lips and tongue along the ridges of his stomach. As she settled on to her knees, she asked, “But what about the feel of my mouth on your cock?”

She continued to stroke with one hand as she leaned in to swirl her tongue around the tip of his erection. Licking along the length of it, she flicked her tongue against the sensitive spot just below the head, before she took him fully into her mouth.

One of the hands that had been hanging loosely at his side immediately slid into her hair, gripping it tightly. Cora whimpered around his cock as she felt a flood of arousal between her thighs. She hadn't thought she'd enjoy the slight edge of pain, but the fact that she was dripping with arousal, said otherwise.

Jamie began to rock his hips, thrusting into her mouth. When his hand tightened in her hair, she moaned around him and pressed her thighs together, hoping to alleviate some the throbbing ache.

When she shifted again, and whimpered around his thick cock, Jamie asked, “Is sucking my cock turning you on, Cora? Why don't you play with that pretty pussy for me? Slide those shorts down if you can.”

Cora only hesitated a moment before she moved her hands to slide her shorts down. Once they were at her knees, she wiggled slightly so she wasn't trapped in them.

“That's it,” Jamie groaned. “Spread your thighs, sweetheart. I want to see. Show me how wet you are.”

Needy, Cora dipped her hand between her thighs and held it up. It glistened with her cream.

“Fuck, baby. You're soaked. Rub your clit for me. I wanna see you fall apart.”

Cora moved one hand back up to stroke along his length and slid the other between her thighs. Pressing two fingers inside her aching cunt, she began to rock against her hand as he fucked her mouth. She ground herself against her palm, desperate for any sort of friction on her aching clit.

She wanted to see him lose control. She wanted him feeling as wild and needy as she was. Cora knew just how to make that happen. Moving her hand from around his length, she relaxed her jaw, taking him even deeper into her mouth.

When he nudged the back of her throat, Jamie ground out, “Sweet fucking christ. Just like that.”

As the beginnings of release started, she whimpered around his cock. She shifted her hand and now rubbed tight circles around her throbbing clit. The ache only intensified.

Almost lightheaded, she reached underneath, lightly massaging his balls. When he gritted out, “Oh, fuck. Like that,” and gave her hair another rough tug, she cried out around his cock, release barreling through her like a freight train.

Seconds later he said, “Oh christ, baby. I'm gonna come,” as he erupted in her mouth.

Cora felt the hot liquid hit the back of her throat and continued to swallow until the grip on her hair had loosened slightly. Her body throbbed with release in time with his, but it wasn't nearly enough. Something about this man made her all but insatiable.

Contest:

In honor of her one year anniversary as an author, Michelle Roth is running a contest. One lucky winner will receive her entire back catalog along with this newest release in electronic format. The contest runs until midnight on April 17^th. The winner will be contacted with 48 hours of the contest's close. Enter here:  http://www.michelleroth.net/contest/

About the Author:

Michelle Roth is a novelist from the Great White North (Toronto, ON). When she’s not disappearing into foreign lands, or making two perfect strangers that she invented fall in love, she’s probably curled up somewhere with a glass of wine and a good book.

In her spare time she is typically hanging out with her awesome boyfriend and their two equally awesome cats. She likes taking road trips to nowhere in particular, cooking elaborate meals then making other people do the dishes, and being nerdy on the internet. Her books are currently available on http://www.bookstrand.com/michelle-roth

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Author Hot Seat Welcomes, Michelle Roth

The author hot seat specials are designed to help readers get to know both, popular and up and coming authors, a little better. The questions are broken into four sections - About your writing, about you, fun stuff and finally. Some of the questions are easy, other may need a little more thought and some may cause our author friends to hesitate before answering—still, they all answer. 

today I have fellow Siren Author, Michelle Roth sitting in the hot seat. Not only is Michelle answering our questions but she also provided me with not one, but two excerpts from her new release to share with you. Information about her book, Just a Taste, and the excerpts appear at the end of the interview. Now, Let's see what Michelle has to say...

Getting Started

Tell us about your latest book. What was your inspiration for writing it, is it part of an

ongoing series, the characters, the genre etc?

I've just wrapped up the third book in my Private Relations series. It's a contemporary erotic romance called Unexpectedly Yours. It follows Jim and Elle (my favorite out of all of the characters, because they're both just so earnest) as they discover one another and then immediately jump into the deep end of the pool together. It was incredibly fun watching that relationship develop.

About Your Writing

How many books have you written during your career so far and which is your favorite?

I've written three books so far, and it's a really hard thing to say.. which my favorite would be. I love each of them for very different reasons. If I had to pick, I'd say Lip Service. The story is steamy and the characters are vivid. It's my favorite kind of story to tell.

Have any of your books received negative reviews and how did you handle the situation?

None that I know of. I've only made it to bookstrand so far, so I'm absolutely certain someone will say something negative about it once it's more mainstream. It makes me sad that not everyone will love what I write, but it's an unavoidable fact. I will probably grumble or pout for a bit and then move on.

Do you believe in writer’s block and if so, how do you overcome it?

Every case of writers block I've ever had was entirely due to being unhappy with a plot point or not planning well enough. I overcome that by starting over and pushing through until it's right.

What is the one genre you would never write and why?

Paranormal. Shape shifter romance just doesn't do it for me.

Have you ever written a book that you’ve regretted publishing and why?

I regret nothing. :)

If a reader said they wanted to write a book, what advice would you give them?

Do it. You will be so amazed at what comes out of your mind.

About You

Tell us what a typical day in your life is like?

Busy. I work a full time job, do school online, and write. Sometimes I sleep. It's about 50/50 ;)

What sort of things put you in a bad mood?

Traffic. It's a huge waste of time and completely unavoidable in LA.

Do you have a bucket list and what’s one thing you still want to do that you haven’t done?

I'd love to train as a le Cordon Bleu chef.

What makes you laugh?

The show Archer cracks me up consistently.

What is the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done?

I do so many embarrassing things, it would be hard to narrow this down.

Do you like to read and what are you reading at the moment?

The entire Sinners on Tour series by Olivia Cunning. I'm re-reading it. LOVE IT.

If you couldn’t write anymore, what would you do instead?

Probably go back to making ridiculous messes in my kitchen. Prior to writing, one of my favorite things to do was to make a huge, elaborate meal and then make someone else do the dishes. :)

Fun Stuff

If you could go out with one famous person who would it be and why?

Ryan Gosling. He's hot and he just seems like a nice guy, ya know?

Do you have a habit that drives your partner/friends/family nuts and what is it?

I have laser focus, so I tend to be a little self absorbed. My boyfriend frequently grumbles.

In your opinion, what makes a person attractive?

Intelligence, honesty, being a nice person. Rock hard abs help though.

What is the strangest food you’ve ever eaten?

Sea Urchin (so good)

Would you rather have a classic 1969 convertible Mustang or have the use of a beach side condo any time you want?

Condo. I would go hide out on the weekends and write.

And Finally

Would you rather survive an apocalyptic event (yes, even a zombie apocalypse) or die instantly without knowing what happened to your family and friends?

I'd rather survive. It would be tough to deal with the eventual or immediate loss, but I'd rather know.

Thanks for being here today, Michelle. Now it's time to take a look at Michelle's new release, Just a Taste. I hope you  find the excerpts enjoyable.

When Sara Westing needed signatures for a new catering contract, she had no idea that Deacon James would be the man holding the pen. Thrown into a last-minute meeting together, they both very quickly realize this isn’t the first time they’ve met. They’re left to negotiate the final details of a contract while pretending they didn’t share a night of incredible passion, followed by a decade of awkward radio silence.

Despite everything working against them, the attraction between them is still stronger than ever. Deacon will have to lay his heart on the line in order to convince Sara that he is a risk worth taking. Sara will have to let her guard down and learn to trust him.

Together, can they navigate their way through a maze of professional risk, blazing passion, and personal baggage to prove the old saying wrong? Maybe with the right incentive people can change.

Available for purchase at: http://www.bookstrand.com/just-a-taste

About the Author:

Michelle Roth is a novelist from Los Angeles, California. Previously a free lance writer, Michelle recently made the leap to published author. The first two books of her series Private Relations come out in May 2014.

When she’s not escaping to far away lands through her writing or making two perfect strangers she invented fall in love, she’s hanging out with her boyfriend and two cats. She enjoys random road trips, cooking elaborate meals and letting other people do the dishes, and reading in her spare time.

Excerpt One:

Sara froze in her seat upon hearing the name. Deacon James? She mentally crossed her fingers that this wasn’t the same Deacon James she had slept with during her junior year of college who never even bothered to call her afterward. Ridiculously mind-blowing sex, followed by complete radio silence. While she wouldn’t categorize the incident as heartbreaking, it was still pretty freaking rude.

She smirked a bit with the memory of his exit strategy. It was actually pretty comical, looking back. There had been no “Hey. So um…thanks for dropping the panties. I’m gonna go now” or “Later. I’ll call you sometime” for Deacon. Nope. No words at all afterward. He just got dressed, gave her a somewhat detached smile and a handshake as he left.

To be fair, she hadn’t really expected a phone call after his magnificent exit. He had literally disappeared. She still wondered what exactly had prompted the whole thing, but decided now wasn’t the best time for a trip down memory lane.

Biting back a small giggle, she tried to focus on the moment at hand. Even two thousand miles away from where she’d gone to school, odds were, this had to be the same guy. Deacon wasn’t exactly a common name. Ugh. This could complicate things.

She was startled out of her reverie by a low male voice at the reception desk. She glanced up. Yup. That was totally him. Even with his back to her, there was no mistaking the broad shoulders, the lean lines of his body, and that dark hair. It was a bit shorter now, but yeah. It was totally him.

Not sure what to expect, she just pasted a professional smile on her lips and waited for him to turn around and face her. When he finished the exchange and turned around, he stood stock-still. He blinked and then his eyes slowly lit with recognition. He had the good grace to look somewhat embarrassed for a second. Then, almost as if a switch had flipped, his features went immediately and impressively blank. By the time he had reached the middle of the lobby, the expression on his face had morphed into a bland, professional smile.

Gauging the situation, Sara knew exactly what she had to do. For the sake of the contract and for the sake of her pride, she stood up. Stepping toward him, she extended her hand and said, “Hello. Mr. James? It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Sara Westing from Edible Innovations.”

His eyes squinted almost imperceptibly as he surveyed her face. He cocked his head slightly for just a moment, as if to say, “You’ve got no idea who I am?” Then, quick as a blink, he schooled his face back into that bland smile and took her outstretched hand, shaking it firmly.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Westing,” he said. “Please call me Deacon. I hope you found our offices easily enough?”

After receiving her nod to the affirmative, he continued on, “I apologize for the confusion. Chris was pulled into a meeting, but he filled me in on the details. Right this way.”

With another nod and a smile, she said, “Certainly,” and followed him back to what she presumed would be his office. While she was walking behind him, she was able to fully appreciate just how very kind time had been to Deacon James.

Back in college he had been an attractive guy. He was tall, lean, and always had this perpetual smirk on his face that made you want to know what he found so funny. It had given him a boyish charm. His hair had been a bit longer. Sara could still remember the feel of it on her fingertips.

Shaking her head and bringing herself back to the present, she noticed that his suit jacket was tailored in such a way that it displayed the fact he was anything but lanky now. With the beginnings of a five o’clock shadow looming, there was nothing boyish about him anymore. Deacon James was all man. He was fucking hot.

As he came to stop, he opened the door to an office. It was decorated similarly to the lobby area. It was warm and inviting. He gestured to the sitting area, as if to indicate she should have a seat. Closing the door, he walked to his desk to pick up a bottle of water. Looking over at her, he asked, “Would you like anything to drink? Coffee? Tea? Water?”

She smiled and shook her head. “No,” she said, “your receptionist offered when I arrived. Thank you, though.”

Watching him move with practiced ease, Sara placed her slim briefcase down and made herself comfortable on the sofa. Sitting on the end nearest the armchair, she fully expected him to sit in the chair, but was somewhat nonplussed when he sat next to her on the sofa. While his proximity wasn’t exactly inappropriate, it was a little unnerving.

And now for something a little Steamy... Excerpt Two: 

When Deacon finally made it into the city and checked into his hotel, it was almost 11:30 p.m. He was wiped out, and he missed Sara. Desperately. Realizing it was only 8:30 p.m. on the west coast, he called her.

After a few rings, she picked up and said, “Wow. It’s late. Did you make it into the city okay?”

Grumbling, he said, “Yes, finally. The last couple of days were a total waste of time.”

Running his hands through his already messy hair, he said, “I’m whining. Sorry. How was your day? Do you have time to talk?”

“Yeah. I’m home for the night. Thank god. It was a long day. My focus was terrible.”

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I was thinking about you all day.”

Raising his eyebrows, he said, “Oh really? Tell me more!”

Laughing, Sara said, “Not like that. Okay, maybe a little bit like that, but mostly, just missing you.”

Softly, he said, “I’ve missed you, too. We’ve seen each other almost every night for the last couple weeks.”

Dryly, he added, “And for the record, I’m pretty much always thinking of you like that.”

“Oh really? Tell me more,” Sara said, repeating his own words back to him.

Grin stretching across his face, he settled back onto the bed and asked, “So, is this the part of the conversation where I ask you what you’re wearing?”

After a moment, he heard her exhale, then softly say, “It could be.”

He could picture the look on her face. Her biting her lower lip.

“Of course, you understand what my next question has to be. So what are you wearing?”

“A black tank top and a pair of black boy shorts with pink polka dots. You?”

Closing his eyes for a minute, he imagined her, then asked, “Mmm. Where are you right now?”

“Laying down in my bed.”

Shifting, Deacon laid down on his hotel bed, and said, “Me too. My hotel bed, anyway. Navy-blue boxers.”

Obviously interested, Sara said, “No shirt?”

“Nope. Just a pair of boxers and a smile.”

After a moment, Sara said, “You’ve got no idea how sexy your chest is, do you? One day I’d like to run my mouth over every inch of it.”

Feeling a surge of pure lust, he said, “That feeling is entirely mutual. Your breasts and those perfect pink nipples. They drive me crazy. I could suck on them for hours. Would you touch them for me?”

“Yes. I slid my tank top up just now.”

He heard the phone being adjusted, then her slightly breathy voice saying, “I’m stroking them. They’re getting tight now. God, I wish these hands were yours.”

Groaning slightly he said, “Fuck. Me too. That’s so hot. Cup your breasts and rub your thumbs over your nipples for me.”

After a moment, he heard her breathing change as she complied with his request.

Then she said, “Mmm. That feels good.”

Hearing her begin to draw in shuddering breaths, he said, “Will you wet your fingers and pinch them for me?”

After a sharp intake of breath, Sara was quiet for a moment, then continued, “Yes. I’m pinching them lightly now. Oh god. This is making me so fucking wet, Deacon.”

Reaching down, he slid his boxers off and started to lightly stroke his cock.

“Is it? Why don’t you put your hand in your panties and tell me just how wet you are, dirty girl?”

After a slight laugh, he heard her comply, gasping at the intimate contact.

“I’m soaked.”

Giving a more audible groan this time, Deacon continued to stroke himself and asked, “Tell me how you make yourself come. Describe it for me as you’re touching yourself.”

“I like to play with my clit. I’m rubbing slow, tight circles around it now with my index finger. Oh god, that feels so good.”

Breathing a little more heavily now, Sara said, “Mmm. Tell me what you’re doing right now.”

“Laying on my hotel bed, listening to your sexy fucking whimpers and stroking my cock. God, you’re so sexy, Sara.”

Whimpering slightly, she said, “I wish these were your hands on my body.”

Hearing her pant, he could tell she was getting more aroused.

“Fuck, Sara. I want to slide my cock into that tight little pussy. Tell me you want that too.”

Now whimpering with each pant, he heard her say, “Mmm. Yeah. When you first slide it in, I love how that feels. You filling me up, stretching me. I need you to slide your thick cock into me.”

Biting back another groan, Deacon said, “You’ve got a filthy fucking mouth.”

“It’s your fault,” she panted, heavily. “You make me an insensibly horny mess. I can’t help it.”

Hearing that made him feel like a god. There was something incredibly arousing about the fact he could make this amazing fucking woman an insensible mess. He felt himself get even harder at the thought.

Stroking faster now, he said, “Tell me that tight fucking pussy is mine, Sara.”

On a moan, Sara mumbled, “Yes. Fuck. It’s yours. Only yours. Take it.”

Hearing her so close to the edge, he began to stroke himself more roughly now.

“Come for me, Sara. I need to hear you come for me.”

Her breathing hitched slightly. Her whimpers became louder and more erratic.

A few moments later, on a low moan, she said, “Fuck, Deacon. I’m coming.”

Hearing her cry out in release, he let himself go, his orgasm jetting out all over the comforter of the bed.

Gasping, he said, “Jesus Christ.”

Then on a laugh he said, “Housekeeping is going to hate what I just did to this comforter.”

Laughing, still slightly out of breath, Sara said, “Whoops.”