Welcome to your All Access VIP Pass for the There's Wild, Then There's You Promotional Event! As you know, Jet is a singer and well...we just had to bring music into this event. So, what we have for you is an excerpt that ties into the music playlist that M. Leighton used while writing the book! She always has the best playlist, and this one is no different...
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Title: There's Wild, Then There's You (The Wild Ones #3)
Author: M. Leighton
Age group: New Adult
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Print Length: 304 pages
Publisher: Berkley (June 3, 2014)
Publisher: Berkley (June 3, 2014)
ISBN: 0425267822 (ISBN13: 9780425267820)
ASIN: B00H87RODE
ASIN: B00H87RODE
He’s someone she can’t trust…
She’s someone he thinks he knows…
Violet Wilson is a wallflower. Shy, serious, and accident-prone, she’s got a bad habit of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. The night she’s forced to pose with her friend might just be the worst time of all—that’s when she meets Jet Blevins. She knows better than to get involved with someone like him, but he touches her in ways she never expected, never wanted before.
On the outside, Jet is a typical rocker, an arrogant lead guitarist who unapologetically lives a wild lifestyle. But on the inside, he’s battling demons and using the stage to escape the troubles of his past and the addictions of his present. Until the night he sees Violet standing at the back of the room. She brings his life into focus. She knows his secrets. She’s the girl he can’t forget, and the one thing he craves more than his addiction.
But can they ever hope to have a future when their very foundation is nothing but lies?
Playlist:
Series reading order:
The Wild Ones
Wild Child (novella)
Some Like It Wild
There’s Wild, Then There’s You (coming June 3, 2014)
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Demons-Imagine
Dragons
I watch her drive
away, holding my breath until I see her taillights disappear, hoping she’ll
stop. Or turn around. Or come back to me. But knowing she won’t.
And she doesn’t. She
just keeps going. Driving out of my life. Probably never planning to come back.
I wish she’d given me
a chance to explain. Not that it would’ve made any difference. I knew that if
she ever found out she would hate me. I guess that’s why I never wanted her to
know, why I didn’t have the balls to tell her. I could’ve confessed when she
did, but even then, I didn’t have the courage. Not like she did. That’s what
separates us. She’s a good person, a strong person, and I’m an asshole. Just
like I’ve always been. Just like everybody knew I was. Even my own mother.
As
I stand staring at the empty parking spot, my mind wanders, wanders to the what
ifs and the if onlys. If only things had been different . . . but not so
different that I wouldn’t have really seen her. But what if I’d met
Violet under different circumstances and I hadn’t really seen her? What
if I hadn’t been able to appreciate her? Or what if I wouldn’t have been
attracted to her?
I
know the answer to one of those. I know I would’ve been attracted to her. She’s
hot, plain and simple, regardless of the situation. But would I have taken the
time to get to know how kind and beautiful her soul is? Would I have recognized
her strength? Or would I have hit on her, been rejected, and then moved on to
another?
It’s
hard to say. I imagine I’d have moved on, but it’s impossible to know for sure.
Right now, it seems like the guy I was a couple of months ago is a complete
stranger. Somehow, while I thought I was just enjoying myself, Violet was
making me a better person. Not because she was trying to or because she didn’t
think I was good enough. She did it through no fault or effort of her own. It’s
just who she is. Being with her made me the man that my mother could let back into my brothers’ lives. Being with
her made me see what a dickhole I’ve been, and how I don’t want to be that guy
anymore. And being with her made me realize that I’m an addict. Maybe not in
the traditional sense, but I’m an addict nonetheless. Addicted to feeling good.
To hiding from anything slightly uncomfortable or unpleasant.
At least I was an
addict. I don’t know what I am now, other than lost. Without her, I’m just
lost.
Needing her, wanting
to be with her snuck up on me. Loving her came too easy, too naturally. I
hadn’t even gotten used to it and now it’s gone. She’s gone. And I don’t
know what I’ll ever be without her.
Other than less.
A lot less.
That I know for sure.
Lost
In You-Three Days Grace
“Do
you know how much I want you, Violet?” he asks, his lips teasing my chin and my
throat while his hands roam my back. “Do you know what kinds of things I’ve
dreamed of doing to you?”
His words are an
aphrodisiac unto themselves. I close my eyes, concentrating on his hands and
his mouth.
“I’ve dreamed of what
your face would look like the first time I take one of your nipples into my
mouth.” As he speaks, his fingers nimbly work the clasp at my shoulder,
loosening it and letting the bodice fall away from my chest. I feel the pucker
of my nipples against the cool air when he leans back. “God, they’re even more
perfect than I imagined,” he says, cupping my breasts in his palms. “Now I’ll know
just what it feels like to slide my tongue between them.” As he speaks, I feel
his lips move against me and then the wet heat of his tongue as he traces my
cleavage. “And if your face looks like I imagined.” My knees nearly buckle at
the first touch of his tongue to me. He laves my nipple before pulling it into
his mouth to suck on it. I thread my fingers into his hair, holding him to me.
“Even better than I imagined,” he declares, moving his attention to my other
side, to toy with the other one. “Mmmm, you like that don’t you, baby?”
“Yes,” I answer.
“Just wait,” he
murmurs against me, his hands pushing my dress down over my hips. When I’m
standing before him in nothing but my heels, Jet urges me to sit on the corner
of the mattress. He nudges my knees apart, my legs dropping over either side of
the firm surface. “I’m gonna make you come, Violet. So hard that your body goes
limp. So hard that I can feel it when I stick my tongue inside you.”
Again, Jet kneels
between my legs, placing his palms against the inside of either thigh and
pushing them farther apart. As I watch, he presses kisses from my knee to my
groin, growing ever closer to the throb that he alone put in me. When he leans
slightly forward to run his tongue down my crease, I jerk, unable to control
the contraction of my muscles. I gasp, and Jet pulls me toward him, sliding his
tongue inside me, licking me from the inside. I throw my head back, resting my
weight on my hands behind me, lest I fall back on the bed.
Jet moves his hands
under my butt and grips me tight, picking me up and holding me up to his mouth,
open and ready. With his lips and his tongue, he savors every inch of me,
inside and out. When the tension in me builds so high it takes my breath, Jet
seems to sense it, quickening his movements, flicking his tongue over me until
something inside me bursts and I come apart in shards of sparkling glass and
light.
Series reading order:
The Wild Ones
Wild Child (novella)
Some Like It Wild
There’s Wild, Then There’s You (coming June 3, 2014)
About Michelle:
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author, M. Leighton, is a native of Ohio. She relocated to the warmer climates of the South, where she can be near the water all summer and miss the snow all winter. Possessed of an overactive imagination from early in her childhood, Michelle finally found an acceptable outlet for her fantastical visions: literary fiction. Having written over a dozen novels, these days Michelle enjoys letting her mind wander to more romantic settings with sexy Southern guys, much like the one she married and the ones you'll find in her latest books. When her thoughts aren't roaming in that direction, she'll be riding wild horses, skiing the slopes of Aspen or scuba diving with a hot rock star, all without leaving the cozy comfort of her office.
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