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Review – The Proposition by Katie Ashley


Book: The Proposition

Author: Katie Ashley

Series: The Proposition 1

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With her thirtieth birthday looming, Emma Harrison finds her biological clock clanging and the elusive knight in shining armor yet to appear. She’s running out of options, especially after her gay best friend backs out from being her sperm donor. Of course, there’s always a sperm bank, but Emma fears a donor mix-up might impregnate her with the spawn of Satan.

Resident company womanizer, Aidan Fitzgerald, is used to always getting what he wants, especially in the bedroom. When Emma spurns his advances at the company Christmas party, he’s determined to have her no matter what it takes. After Aidan learns of Emma’s predicament, he is quick to offer a proposition that will benefit them both. He will father Emma’s child, but she must conceive it with him naturally. Not one for hook-ups or casual sex, Emma is reluctant to take him up on his offer, but his charm, coupled with her intense desire for motherhood, wins out.

Soon their baby-making sessions become more than just physical. Aidan can’t seem to walk away from her while Emma begins to wonder if Aidan could be the one. But can Aidan leave his past behind to become the man Emma needs him to be?

My Thoughts:

This one was a pretty quick read and maybe that was just me because it was 316 pages but I couldn’t put it down! I enjoyed the book and couldn’t get enough of Aiden!

So… he offers up a proposition to benefit his desire as a pig *ahem* I mean man; so he gets to sleep with her. She says okay because she desperately wants a baby. I mean if he looks the way I imagine, who would say no to that? I couldn’t help but crack up when there was a reference to a cretin book in here when it came to her drawing up a contract hahaha:

“Is this one of those contracts like in that kinky book where we outline what we’re willing to do or not do during sex? Like our hard limits and safe words?”

I have no idea what book he is referring to 😉  He is such a smart ass and it is hilarious! Such a man and like so many that I know and have gotten to know who work with my husband and well lets face it him as well. Is there ever a time when a man will not be a smart ass when the offer presents itself?

“A MWF sex schedule? How efficient,” he mused.

“Please be serious.”

A wicked grin flashed on is face. “Fine, pencil me in. I’ll be ready and erect whenever you need me.”

Okay in all seriousness I knew where this was going. I knew she would have to start to feel something for him and him for her because well no matter what people say there is no way a man and woman can have sex for like a few weeks and not start to feel something towards each other. Hello I saw the movie Friends with Benefits and well it always ends the same they start to feel something for each other and well there ya got it.. BUT there was a bit of a twist here. Let me just say I honestly was hoping that things were going to play out differently but I have to say I absolutely had a love/hate relationship with Mr. Fitzgerald at a few parts throughout the book! I did laugh pretty often and I love a good book that can make me giggle! It had just the right amount of love and romance but not too much to make it mushy and make me wanna puke with the sweetness and over the top romance. There was also great humor I thought!  (stud horse…hahaha)

And well let me just say I LOVE LOVE LOVE the fact that she actually used the word RUE… hahahaha I try to use it when I can as well as “I bid you good day” haha All in all It was a great read and I absolutely loved the relationship where it started and where it went but it isn’t over just yet and I can’t wait for the next book!!! I NEED to know what happens!!!!

4 stars

The Proposition Series by Katie Ashley

I have read the first book and it was a fun read. I instantly fell in love with Aiden and Emma! He is a man who knows what he wants and it is her and she just wants a baby. What could go wrong!?

Here is a little info about THE PARTYfrom Mrs. Ashley…

*Because I want this to always be a FREE novella and Amazon isn’t complying, ALL proceeds will go to www.mda.org or the Muscular Dystophy Association.

So if you have paid for it on Amazon, now you know where the proceeds have gone. 🙂 good cause!

0.5) The Party (free)

1) The Proposition

2) The Proposal  –> you can read the Preface HERE

3) The Paring  (winter 2013)

  • Pesh’s love story


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The Proposition

The Proposal Teasers –> Katie Ashley

I am SO excited for this one to come out! I just finished The Proposition and so I wait for this one! Here are all the teasers I have come across thus far! I got them all from her website. Enjoy!




11/4/12 –> (This is from the first chapter of The Proposal)

Aidan stared up at the blurry, double images of his father’s frowning face. One look of absolute, total disgust would have been bad enough, but in his drunken state, there had to be two. Patrick leaned back against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest in a huff. “Son, I do believe you’re shitfaced!”

After a snort escaped his lips, Aidan’s face smacked hard onto the kitchen table before he gave a maniacal laugh. “Actually, Pop, I was shitfaced five beers and two shots of Patron ago. I think it’s safe to say I’m fucking plastered now!”

11/5/12 –> (Aidan and Emma back together again for the first time. Ladies, she’s making him work for it, I promise!! Patrick’s had a little health scare that landed him in the ER(nothing too serious), and Emma happened to be with him when it happened. So, away we go!!)

Aidan reached out his hand to flag down a passing nurse when the sound of singing stopped him cold in the middle of the hallway. Strains of Danny Boy floated back to him—his father’ s favorite song. Only second generation Irish, Patrick had grown up with the songs of the old homeland like Danny Boy and The Fields of Athenry. Aidan couldn’t remember a time in his life when his father wasn’t humming one of them.

But it wasn’t his father singing. This sweet voice cut through to Aidan’s soul, causing him to shudder.
It was Emma.
Her voice drew him nearer and nearer like a siren leading a man to his doom. His steps slowed to a crawl as his eyes honed in on the door down the hall from him. The last time he heard her sing was at grandparent’s Barn Dance—the night before he realized he was in truly and completely in love with her. But all of that was before he had broken her heart.

Pausing in front of the doorway, Aidan tried to still the rapid acceleration of his heartbeat. His father reclined back on the hospital bed with Emma perched beside him. She held his hand that was tethered to an IV pole in both of hers. Although Patrick had oxygen tubes stuck in his nose, he appeared to be feeling fine and was enjoying his impromptu concert.

When the last notes of the song echoed off the drab walls, Patrick applauded. “Beautiful, Emma! Absolutely beautiful!”

Even though she ducked her head, Aidan could see her usual flush of embarrassment that tinged her cheeks. “You’re welcome.”

“Without a doubt, you have the voice of an angel, sweetheart.”

Emma leaned over and kissed his cheek. “You know there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you, and that includes singing a song with impossibly high notes in the middle of the ER.” One hand flew to her abdomen while a smile spread across her face. “Noah must be a true Irish Fitzgerald. He’s going crazy dancing right now!” Taking Patrick’s hand, she brought it to her belly. “See?”

Aidan sucked in a breath and staggered back.  What the hell? His son had a name, and he hadn’t even had a part in it. How could she do something as monumental as naming their child without asking him? He shouldn’t have cared that Emma had bestowed her late father’s name on their son, but he did. Anger pulsed through him. Stalking through the doorway, he blurted, “Excuse me? Noah?”

Patrick and Emma both turned to stare at him. Emma’s face reddened from her ivory cheeks all the way down to her neck while her frantic gaze darted around the room as if looking for an escape. Scrambling out of the bed, she backed as far away from him as she could.

Although his attention should have gone to his ailing father, Aidan couldn’t take his eyes off of Emma. Any anger he felt quickly evaporated, and his heart constricted with love for her. God, he had missed her. He didn’t realize just how much until she was standing right in front of him like a vision. Three weeks without her and he was a physical and mental wreck. But Emma could have been one of Patrick’s roses in bloom. Her breasts were fuller, her stomach was rounder, and her hips wider. He fought to catch his breath.

11/11/12 –> (Sooo, here’s from Emma’s first chapter in The Proposal….she’s with Patrick at the moment!!)

“Come on, Em, you’re a beautiful, vibrant young woman. What in the hell are you doing here at the VFW with me and a bunch of other old farts?” Patrick asked, with a grin.She giggled. “Are you kidding? I can’t miss Saturday Bingo! What about all the fabulous prizes I could win? That bulk sized box of Depends is calling my name.” When his chest vibrated with amusement, she pointed a finger. “Hey, you shouldn’t laugh. You’ve had a pregnant wife and daughters. You know lack of bladder control is serious business!”

“Such a little sass pot, aren’t you? What a mouth you’ve got for such a supposedly sweet girl!”

Emma’s heart stilled as she heard Aidan’s voice echo in her ears,“That mouth of yours is trouble.” An ache burned through her chest, and she fought to catch her breath.

11/13/12 –> (I wanted to post this one because it addresses the title of the sequel. Oh, did you think it was all based on that kind of proposal? Oh no, not quite!! This scene takes place the same day as last week’s teaser with Patrick, Emma, and Aidan in the ER. Later that evening, too much emotional stress puts baby Noah in danger and lands Emma in the ER.)

Dr. Pendleton snapped Emma’s chart shut. “I’m going to insist on strict bed-rest for the next two to four weeks. Your feet are only to touch the ground to use the restroom, and I’m going to insist on you using a seat in the shower, too. Is that clear?”

Emma gasped. “But my job—”

He held up a finger to silence her. “I’ll fill out the necessary paperwork for you to take a leave of absence. The most important thing right now is for you to rest and limit your stress level.  We don’t want any more premature labor.”
“How long do I have to stay in the hospital?” Emma questioned, her voice wavering.
“I want to keep you in at least over night, and then you can probably go home tomorrow. Let me go check on the status of moving you upstairs.”
After Dr. Pendleton exited the room, Emma’s emotions spiraled dangerously out of control. She tried fighting with everything in her not to totally and completely lose it at the prospect that Noah’s life was still in danger. It was too much to bear, and she couldn’t stop the floodgates from opening.  A strangled cry erupted from her lips, sending both Casey and Aidan racing forward to comfort her. Somehow Casey elbowed Aidan out of the way, blocking him from getting to her.
A frustrated grunt came from Aidan, but Casey ignored him and grabbed Emma’s hand. She squeezed it tight and gave her a reassuring smile. “Don’t cry, Em. It’s all going to be fine. Lots of women have to go on bed rest for a while, and then the rest of their pregnancies are completely normal.”
Between hiccupping sobs, Emma replied, “I hope so.”
“I know so. And I’ll take you Grammy’s first thing tomorrow, and she’ll get you through this.”
Emma shook her head as the tears slid down her cheeks. “I can’t go to Grammy’s. Granddaddy had hip replacement surgery a week ago, and she’s already ragged from taking care of him. I can’t put any more stress on her at her age.”
Aidan cleared his throat and sidestepped Casey to stand in front of Emma. “You’re coming home with me. I’m going to take care of you.”
A hiss erupted from Casey. She jerked her hand away from Emma’s to jab a finger into Aidan’s chest. “Over my dead body!”
Aidan’s eyebrows shot up. “Excuse me?”
Casey’s nostrils flared. “You’ve got to be out of your fucking mind! You take care of her? You’re the very reason she’s in this condition!”
He winced.“Look we all know I fucked up! Royally. Even though I’d give anything to take it back, I can’t. But I can make it right, and one way to prove to Emma how truly sorry I am is to stand by her and take care of her when she needs me most.”
Emma sucked in a breath at Aidan’s words. She was sure one of the countless monitors she was hooked up to was about to go haywire with her accelerating heartbeat. Shock reverberated through her that he had even suggested taking care of her, least of all that he actually meant he’d do it. While deeply touched, she couldn’t imagine how her frayed nerves could allow her to be so close to him. Finally, she shook her head. “I don’t think—”
His blue eyes blazed with a steely determination. “This isn’t up for discussion.”
Casey snorted. “Oh hell yes, it is up for discussion. If anyone is going to be taking care of Em, it’s me, fuckwit!”
Aidan’s face clouded over with fury, and Emma feared he was about to truly lose his temper. His jaw clenched as he leaned closer to Casey. “You seem to forget that’s mychild she’s carrying. Noah is my responsibility. You can sure as hell believe that nothing else matters more to me in this world than my son.”
Glaring back at him, Casey countered, “Too bad you weren’t thinking about Noah when you almost screwed that skank!”
At Aidan’s growl, Connor squeezed between them. “Okay, enough!” He shook his head. “Damn, you two have got to chill with the pissing contest about Em. Would you stop for a minute and think about how much you’re upsetting her?”
Both Aidan and Casey snapped their gaze from Connor and stared at Emma. Their attention caused her cheeks and neck to flush.
Aidan’s expression softened. “I’m sorry, Em. I didn’t mean to upset you. I just want…” He ran his hand through his sandy hair. “More than anything in the world, I want you to let me take care of you and Noah.”
The sincerity in his words sent her heart fluttering again, and she hated herself for it. After nibbling on her lip, she questioned, “What about your job? You can’t possibly travel like you have been and take care of me 24/7.”
“I’ll just sign up for family medical leave or something.”
Emma couldn’t help widening her eyes. “You would do that?”
“Of course I would. You need me,” Aidan said, edging closer to the bed.
“But with your position, will they even consider granting you one when we aren’t even married?” Emma asked.
Aidan shrugged. “If they don’t, then I’ll just quit.” The corners of his lips tugged up in a smile. “You and Noah mean more to me than a job.”
Casey crossed her arms over her chest in a huff. “And what if your libido kicks in one night after seeing some slut in a short skirt? Are you just going to run out on Em again?”
“Case,” Emma pleaded as Aidan snarled, “Don’t fucking go there!”
“I cannot believe you’re honestly considering letting him do this! He broke your heart, Em!” Casey cried, throwing her hands up in frustration.
Emma sighed. “Yes, I’m well aware of what he did. But at the moment, I don’t see any other choice but to accept what he’s proposing.”

11/24/12 –> (I know most of you want to see Aidan suffering, and he has been. I promise. He’s just finally been given an opportunity to see Emma after she’s been shunning him.)

She turned and stalked away. “Em, wait!” When she didn’t stop, he blurted, “Fine, you want even more grand gestures? Here’s another one.” He sank down onto his knees on her walkway.
When Emma whirled around, her eyes grew wide. “What are you doing?”
He gazed around them. “What the hell does it look like I’m doing? I’m on my knees–totally and completely begging you to forgive me.”
“Get up!” she hissed when a couple walking their dog paused to stare at them.
“Not until you forgive me.”
She growled in frustration. “Quit being dramatic.”
He shrugged. “Fine, call me a Drama Queen. Call me any fucking name in the book! Just get all the anger and hate out of your system, so you can work on forgiving me.” He opened his arms wide. “I said it on cards, in text messages and voicemails, and even in that fruity book of poetry I sent you. But now I’m going to say it to your face in case it’s the only other chance I have.”
Suddenly in the moment Aidan didn’t feel so sure of himself anymore. Feeling shaky, he drew in a ragged breath. “I am sorry, Emma. I’m so sorry for breaking your heart. I’m sorry for being an utter prick and being scared of my feelings for you. Most of all, I’m sorry for screwing up the perfect life we had by pushing you away and cheating on you.”
Emma’s face flushed crimson as the woman on the sidewalk gasped. Aidan turned to her. “Yeah, that’s right. I’m one of the countless assholes who break women’s hearts. I couldn’t tell Emma I loved her, and I almost screwed another woman to try to push her away.” He smacked his palms hard against his chest. “But from the depths of my heart and soul, I’m so, so sorry!”
“Jesus man, have you lost all your pride?” the man questioned, which caused his wife to punch him in the arm.
Aidan chuckled. “Yeah, I have. Because I’m willing to do whatever it takes to win her back,” he replied, pointing to Emma.
When Emma strode over to him with a determined look, Aidan felt his hope rising. It quickly faded as she grabbed him by the hair and yanked his head up. “Get off my front walk this minute, or I’m going to call the cops!” She shook her head maniacally. “I can’t believe you just embarrassed me in front of my neighbors like that!”
12/4/12 –> (He’s going to play into the sequel quite a bit…he’s a 180 from our all-American boy Aidan, but he’s also a 180 in all the right ways of wanting to settle down with a wife and child. They first met when Patrick was taken to the ER with chest pains(the earlier teaser where Aidan and Emma see each other again for the first time). After she’s put on bed-rest, he wants to get to know her better.)
Pesh’s closeness caused her heartbeat to accelerate. His woodsy cologne, the heat from his body, the tousled dark hair she wanted to run her fingers through—it drove her to distraction. Breathing normally like he had requested was completely out of the question. Instead, she managed to draw in several harsh pants. Pesh’s dark eyes swept from the stethoscope up to hers. He took the buds out of his ears and smiled knowingly. “Either I’m making you nervous, or you need to get back to the hospital for your erratic breathing and heartbeat.”
She felt a warm flush creeping across her cheeks. “No, it’s you,” she murmured.
He cocked his eyebrows. “So you’re saying if Dr. Pendleton were here taking your vitals you wouldn’t be reacting this way?”
Laughter sputtered from her lips. “Of course not.”
Shifting his body, he leaned in closer to her. His dark eyes penetrated hers. “Why do I make you nervous, Emma?”
Her mouth ran dry, and she licked her lips. “Because…” You’re so damn good-looking, and your fabulous body kicks my pregnancy hormones into overdrive, making me think things about you I shouldn’t. But more than the lust, you’re kind and compassionate, and if given the chance, I could see myself falling in love with you.
Emma exhaled the breath she had been holding. “You confuse me.”
“I confuse you?”
Staring down at her hands, she said, “I still care very deeply for Aidan, but when I’m with you, I start to feel…differently.”
“So I at least have a chance to woo you?”
She snapped her head up to stare at him. “To woo me?”
Pesh laughed. “Not a word you would usually use?”
“Not exactly.”
He tilted his head in thought. “Hmm, a chance to romance you then? To wine and dine you?”
Emma smiled and pointed to her belly. “There will be no wining, and with my bed rest, our dining is going to be a little limited.”
“Ah, but that’s why I brought food to you.” He rose off the couch. “Let me go get it, and we’ll commence our wooing.”
He winked at her, and she laughed. “Okay.”
When Pesh got to the door, he stopped and turned around. “As long as I have a chance to win your heart, Emma, I’ll take whatever you can give me.”

12/10/12–> (As a writer, you have a fondness for your characters. Some you anticipate their arrival on the scene while others just come out of thin air. That’s kinda what happened with the pool scene with Aidan’s nephews, or as he likes to refer to them “the monsters”. These three precocious boys, John, Percy, and Georgie, just appeared, and man, were they fun to write because they were able to get under Aidan’s skin where Emma was concerned.)

“Uncle Aidan?” Percy began.
“Don’t you think you ought to marry Emma?”
Aidan jerked his head up, slamming it against trunk lid. “FUCK!” he shouted as he saw stars before his eyes. A few more expletives escaped his lips as pain raged through his skull.
“Nice mouth you got there,” John chided.
Gritting his teeth, Aidan rubbed his aching head. “You mention that to your mom, and I’ll tell her about your ball-sack comment.”
John’s eyes widened. “Dude, that is so not cool!”
“Yeah, well, that’s what blackmail is for.” Aidan started to resume gathering up the bags when he noticed Percy staring expectantly at him for an answer. Aidan sighed. “Perce—”
His blonde brows knitted together. “Don’t you love her?”
“Oh Christ,” Aidan muttered, raking his hand through his hair. He winced as pain once again shot through his head. “Did your mom put you up to this or something?”
 “No. When I asked her the same question, she just said that you were a cad.” Percy shrugged. “I don’t even know what that means.”
“I’m pretty sure it’s a dude who acts like a douchebag to women,” John said.
Aidan glared over at John. “I am not a cad!”
He held his hands up. “I didn’t say it. Mom did.”
Leave it to his sister the English professor to resort to name calling him something from the nineteenth century. He handed Percy one of the box’s from Earl and Virginia’s. “Perce, it’s complicated because—”
“You’re a cad?” John asked.
Ignoring him, Aidan said, “I was stupid and did something that hurt Emma’s feelings pretty bad. It’s going to take her some time to forgive me and let me back into her heart.”
Percy shifted the box he was carrying to one hip. “You’re having a baby with Emma, so the responsible thing to do would be to marry her,” he said sensibly.
Aidan blinked a few times at Percy. “Did I hit my head harder than I thought, or did you actually just sound like a mature adult, rather than a kid?”
Percy grinned. “Maybe. Dad always says I’m an old soul.”
Aidan laughed. “I think he called that one right.” He glanced over to John who wore an amused smirk. “Of course, anything you say has to sound light years above this one,” he said, jerking his thumb at John.
12/18/12 –> (So, this is going to be the last Teaser Tuesday for 2012 and probably for a few weeks. I tried to make it nice and extra long to tide you over the lonely weeks without a glimpse of Aidan and Emma, lol.
To set the stage: this is when Emma has come to Aidan’s house from the hospital on bed rest. Overwhelmed by her feelings and fear of what could happen to Noah, she’s been weeping in the bathroom rather than taking a shower.)
Without hesitation, Aidan drew her into his embrace. She should have shrugged him away. Being close to him when she was so emotionally broken was playing with fire. But she was so very tired of being alone all the time and having to bear every burden on her own. Aidan had enough strength for the both of them, and just being held in his arms sent comfort pulsing through her.
Grabbing him around the back, she fisted his shirt in her hands, hanging on for dear life. Aidan’s lips warmed against her ear, causing her to shiver. “Shh, please, sweetheart. Don’t cry,” he crooned in her ear. “I’m here for you, and we’re going to get through this together.”
His words reassured her, and for both him and for Noah, she tried pulling herself together.When her cries begin to quiet, Aidan pulled away to gaze at her. His blue eyes blazed with intensity. “Listen to me. You have every right to be scared, but I want you to believe me when I say that Noah is going to be fine. He’s blessed with some strong as hell genes.” Placing his hand on her belly, he smiled. “He’s part Fitzgerald, and for generations, the men of my family have been known for being tough, scrappy fighters with a will of iron to survive.”
“Really?” she questioned with a hiccup.
Aidan nodded. “But even more than the fighting Irish Fitzgerald blood pumping through him, he’s inherited the most amazing DNA from his mother. She’s the strongest person I’ve ever known.”
His words, coupled with the sincerity in which he spoke them, caused a burning wildfire in her chest. “Oh Aidan,” she murmured.
He brushed her hair out of her face. “You just have to keep being strong, Em. That fire that burns so deep within you—the one that’s seen you through the darkest times—you’ve got to stoke it to burn a little brighter.”
“I’ll try.”
“Now come on. All the hot water is going to be gone before you get cleaned up.” He rose up off the floor.
When he tore his shirt over his head, she widened her eyes. “What are you doing?”
“Taking my shirt off. I don’t wanna get drenched helping you take a shower.”
Her head shook wildly from side to side. “I don’t need your help.”
“You’re exhausted, Em. Just let me help you, okay?”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“And why not?”
Heat flooded her cheeks. “Because you’ll see me…”
A playful grin curved on his lips. “Have you forgotten that I’m well acquainted with every gorgeous inch of your body?”
She stared down at her hands in her lap. “No, but it was different then. We were different then.”
The feel of his burning stare made her finally look up. “And it’s different now because I’m not going to devour you when I see you naked. I’m going to take care of you. There are more levels of intimacy than just sex, Emma.”
“I know,” she whispered.
“So let me take care of you.”
She exhaled a defeated breath and nodded. “Will you turn the chair around, so I’m not facing you?”
An amused glint twinkled in his eyes. “Yes, Miss Modest, I can.”
“For your information, there’s more of me than the last time you saw me,” she argued as he adjusted the shower seat.
He turned around and shrugged. “I doubt that. Besides, you’re still just as beautiful as the first time I saw you.”
“Always the flirt, aren’t you?” she replied with a grin.
“Just stating facts, ma’am.” Aidan’s hands then reached for the hem of her shirt. Instead of protesting, she let him pull it over her head. His gaze hovered over her cleavage a little longer than it should have before he tossed her shirt onto the wicker hamper. “Stand up,” he instructed.
“You’re so bossy.”
“And you’re so damn stubborn,” he countered as he pulled her pants down.
Left in only her underwear, she shivered. As if to even the playing field, Aidan’s fingers went to his fly and took his pants off as well. His eyes met hers as she brought her arms around her back and unfastened her bra. After it slid to the floor, she wrapped her arms around her breasts.
Aidan rolled his eyes. “Oh Em, seriously? Quit acting like I’m some pervert getting off at this.”
A little flicker of hellfire sparked within her at his exasperation. Her hands then went to the waistband of her underwear, and she ripped the panties down her thighs as best she could with her belly getting in the way. Meeting his surprised gaze she strode over to the shower and sat down on the chair. “I’d like my vanilla body wash please and the pink sponge. Thank you.”
His chuckle echoed off the bathroom walls. Sticking his hand in the shower, he handed her the body wash. “I already put your shampoo in there.” He closed the shower door behind him. Emma didn’t dare glance back to see if he’d dropped his boxers or not. “Want me to wash your hair?”
“You seriously want to do that?”
“Of course. Besides it’s not like you’re going to let me wash the good parts anyway.”
A giggle escaped her lips. “I thought you were going to behave,” she protested.
“I am. That’s why I want to keep my hands busy with your hair.”
1/1/13 –> (Yep, this time there is a Preface. Why, you might ask? Well, let’s just say it’s a hint into Aidan’s past…a brief glimpse at why he is the way that he is) – *In case you forgot, Amy was Aidan’s first love…the one who caught him cheating in the exact same way as Emma…except Amy had tried to trap him into marriage by getting pregnant.
Aidan tried to still the rapid beating of his heart as he raced up the front walkway. Stumbling on the porch steps, he lurched towards the front door. He banged both of his fists against the wood as hard as he could. “Please! Please open up! I have to talk to you!” he shouted. His hand slid down the jamb to the doorbell. His finger punched it relentlessly like a SOS call in Morse Code.
Finally, his desperate ministrations were rewarded by the front door swinging open. At the sight of her tear stained face, his soul twisted in agony. “Please…please just let me talk to you!”
She shook her head. “There’s nothing left to say, Aidan. We’ve been down this road too many times. I’ve come to the conclusion that your actions will always speak louder than your words.”
“No, last night is not what I want. It’s just I was scared with the baby and everything that’s happened between us in the last few weeks.”
When she tried sweeping past him out the door, he pushed himself in front of her like a shield. “Aidan, move. I have to get to work. Nothing you have to say is going to change the way I feel right now.”
“Can’t you call in? I love you, and I want to make this right.” He raked a shaky hand through his already disheveled hair. He was still in the wrinkled clothes he had worn the day before. He hadn’t slept, hadn’t eaten—he had spent the night consumed with how to get her back. “No matter what you think, I do love you…and I do want the baby.”
She raised her head to glare at him. Aidan took a step back at the unadulterated rage that burned in her eyes. “Don’t you dare say that! I know how you really feel about me being pregnant—the burden it is on your life. If anything, it’s the reason you were fucking that girl! Because when you’re scared, you always manage to screw up!”
Shoving him out of the way, she stomped down the porch steps. He followed close on her heels. “Okay, you’re right. It was a burden—maybe it still is. But I realize now I was just being stupid. I love you, and I do want to marry you and raise our child.”
She skidded to a stop. Her shoulders sagged before she slowly turned around. “Right now you think that’s what you want. But I know you too well. Before we get married or before the baby is born, you’ll get scared and cheat again.” She shook her head sadly. “I was stupid to think me being pregnant would change you. That somehow it would make you commit. But you can’t even be faithful for your baby.”
Aidan reached out for her, but she spun away and ran down the sidewalk. When he finally caught up to her, she had locked herself in the car.
He banged his fist against the window. “Please. Please don’t do this!”
She threw the car in reverse and squealed out of the driveway. The engine roared as she sped down the street. Aidan closed his eyes in defeat. He staggered back, trying desperately to stop himself from hyperventilating.
Then the sound of screeching tires and busting glass caused Aidan’s heart to shudder to a stop. He sprinted to the edge of the driveway. His entire world slowed to a crawl at the sight of the mangled heap of twisted metal in the distance.
“AMY!” he screamed.

Teasers ~ Music of the Heart by Katie Ashley

I am VERY excited about this one!! The teasers alone have me SOLD!!! 🙂 but I have to wait for March 25th to come around.. so I will keep track of all the teasers and post them here.. I have gotten them from her website.


Teaser 1

Here’s the setup. Abby is joining her brothers band, Jacob’s Ladder, on tour to see if she’s ready to take her exiting brother, Gabe’s, place so he can be a full-time husband and new father(think of them like The Band Perry). Rock Nation is a huge festival in the desert where tons of bands are playing and there’s tour busses everywhere. A leering roadie points her to the wrong one, and here’s our scene…

Tripping over a mound of clothes, I stumbled forward, pitching onto the side of the bed. “Gabriel Andrew Renard, if this is your idea of a joke, it isn’t funny!

A long moan erupted from underneath the covers as a body shifted toward me. When I was little, the boys, Gabe especially, used to love the scare the shit out of me. I had a feeling where this was heading, and after the morning I’d had, I wasn’t in the mood. “Okay, fine. If you’re going to be a dick, then I’m going back outside.” I grunted with frustration and started to hoist myself off the bed.

An arm snaked around my waist, jerking me down further onto the mattress. “What—” I started before the warm flesh of a man’s body pushed me on my back and covered me with his weight. It took all of a millisecond to realize this was so not Gabe.

Scorching hot lips met my own, and I shuddered. They pressed eagerly against mine with intense longing. Desire raged through me, pooling below my waist. His fingers wrapped and tangled their way through my hair. When I opened my mouth to protest, a tongue darted into my mouth, dancing tantalizing against my own.

Once again my traitorous body enjoyed the sensations pulsing through me so much a moan erupted deep in my throat. But then I realized I was allowing a stranger some heavy first base action, not to mention his hand had started to grope second base. With all the strength I had, I pushed against him.

Tearing my lips off his, I screeched, “Get off me!”

He ignored me as his fingers fisted the hem of my sundress. A lazy chuckle erupted from him. “Bree, babe, what the hell are you doing wearing clothes to bed?”

Bree? This jerk was mauling me because he thought I was someone else. I gritted my teeth and smacked his bare, sculpted chest. Hard. “I’m not Bree, asshole!”
The light on the bedside table flickered on. I sucked in a breath at the drop-dead gorgeous face hovering over mine. Blue eyes, hazy with a mixture of sleep deprivation and desire, stared down at me. He ran a hand through his disheveled sandy blonde hair before raking his gaze over me. He made sure to linger on my heaving chest and how my sundress had bunched up my thighs to almost reveal my panties. My eyes widened at his heavily inked arms and chest.
A seductive grin stretched across his face, and he licked his lips, flashing me a silver tongue ring. “No, you’re definitely not Bree. You put her to shame.” He glanced down at my body again and groaned. “All in white–you’re a fucking angel.”
When he started to lean over to kiss me again, I brought my hand in front of his face. “Look, if Gabe put you up to this, the joke is up. You got me. Ha, ha.”
His brows furrowed, and I noticed the hoop in one of them. “Who the hell is Gabe?”
My heart shuddered a little, and I tried to still the fear prickling over my body. “My brothers didn’t put you up to this?”
“No, babe, I don’t think so.”

“Oh God,” I moaned, bringing my hand over my eyes.

“So you’re telling me you didn’t sneak into my bed on purpose?”

I snatched my hand away and glared up at him. “Of course I didn’t! I don’t even know you.”

“Well, give me a chance to get to know you better.” He pressed his hips into me, and for a brief instant, I fought the longing crisscrossing over my body. After all, I’d never kissed a strange guy or been in a stranger’s bed.
“No, I have to go,” I murmured against his urgent lips.
When it was very clear he wasn’t going to let me up, my desire got doused with anger. Who the hell did he think he was pinning me down and trying to get to know me better by grinding himself against me? Drawing all the strength I could muster, I brought my knee up against his groin.
“FUCK!” he groaned, rolling off of me.
Seizing the opportunity, I scrambled out of the bed. I threw open the bedroom door and stomped out into the hallway. “Okay, boys, you’ve had your fun, so cut the crap! You better get your sorry asses up right now!” I screamed.

Three pairs of legs dangled out of the bunks. Almost in unison, they hopped out. Three bleary eyed, heavily tattooed rockers in various states of undress, stared at me with bewildered expressions.

“Oh shit,” I murmured before I pitched forward and everything went black.

*Rough draft and can possibly change..you know the drill*

Teaser 2

To recap: Abby was joining her brothers on tour when she accidentally stumbled onto the wrong tour bus. That landed her in Jake’s bed…which ended badly for him when he came onto her!

Scorching pain ripped through my crotch, and I groaned in agony. One minute I’d been making out with an angel straight out of Heaven and the next a hellish wildfire raged through my junk.
In my haze, I heard the angel screaming her fucking head off and then I heard a loud thump. Once I could see straight again, I gritted my teeth and staggered out of bed. I cupped my aching balls through my boxers and stumbled to the bedroom doorway.
The angel, turned raging bitch, lay in a heap in the hallway. AJ sat beside her, cradling her head in his lap, while my other band-mates, Brayden and Reece, knelt down, and were staring at her in silent wonder.
When Brayden caught sight of me in the doorway, he narrowed his dark eyes. He rose up and took a step towards me, his jaw clenched tight. His 6’2, muscled form might have been threatening if I didn’t know him for the total tender-hearted pansy he was.  “Dude, what the fuck is going on?”
I threw my hands up. “How the hell should I know? I woke up to find her in my bed and then she nailed me in the balls!”
AJ snickered. “You gotta work on your game, man.”
I flicked him off before grinding the sleep out of my eyes with my fists. “I thought it was Bree, and then she was saying something about a dude named Gabe and her brothers putting me up to it.”
“That makes total sense. I mean, what sweet, straight laced girl like this is going to be getting in your bed,” Reece remarked, twirling the diamond stud in his ear.
We all gazed down at the girl. Nope, she was definitely not groupie material. She reminded me of Brayden’s wife, Lily. They’d been high school sweet-hearts, and somehow their relationship had survived the last eight years of craziness.
Scratching the dark stubble on his chin, AJ grinned wickedly. “Hmm, with the sundress and headband, she’s kinda got a Sookie Stackhouse/True Blood look going on. Pure but sexy as hell.”
Reece wrinkled his nose and shook his blonde head. “Oh hell no. She’s a hundred times hotter in the face than Sookie!” He motioned to the angel’s ample cleavage. “And damn, look at that rack.”
Brayden grunted in frustration. “Guys, could you stop thinking with your dicks for one minute, and focus on the fact we’ve got a poor, helpless girl passed out on the floor!”
“You’ve been married too long, Bray,” I mused, continuing to take in the blonde’s features. She had felt like heaven pressed up against me. Well, until she’d cock blocked me rather painfully.
At her moan, we all jumped back like we’d been caught doing something we shouldn’t have. She blinked her eyes a few times, bringing her hand to her forehead. Her brows furrowed as she rubbed her fingertips into her hairline. Then her eyes flew open, and she stared up at us. Her face crumpled with mortification. “Oh God, it wasn’t a nightmare.”
AJ grinned. “Ya know, chicks are usually a lot more stoked about meeting us than you are.”
Her dark blue eyes widened. “Oh, I’m sorry if I sounded rude. I didn’t mean that how it came out.”
I crossed my arms over my chest and snorted. “Kneeing me in the junk was rude, babe.”
She cocked her head to the side and gave me a death glare before pulling herself into a sitting position. “You wouldn’t stop molesting me. What else was I supposed to do?” she snapped.
Brayden bristled as he closed the gap between us. “Somehow you managed to leave that tidbit out of your story.”
AJ extended his hand. “Come on, Sookie, let’s get you up off that dirty floor.”

Teaser 3

 Today we’re hearing from Jake’s side. After discovering Abby in his bed and mistaking her for a groupie, he got nailed in the balls when he came on to her. Now he and his band mates: Rhys, Brayden, and AJ are getting to the bottom of why she was on the bus. Of course, Abby’s recovering from passing out from the shock of not only being on the wrong bus but ending up in bed with Jake!

After taking a hesitant sip of water, Abby patted down her cheeks with the paper towel. When she glanced up, she found all of us staring at her. “So, um, I guess you’re all wondering how I ended up here, huh?”
Brayden motioned to the authorized pass nestled in her ample cleavage. “I’m going to take a wild guess and say you got on the wrong bus.”
Abby nodded. She then launched into a story about why she was even at Rock Nation. When she explained about the roadie and Jacob’s ladder, I sucked in a breath. “He thought you were looking for me.”
“Huh?” she asked.
“I’m Jake Slater. He probably wasn’t paying much attention, right?”
She nodded.
“I mean, Jake Slater and Jacob’s Ladder running together kinda sound similar—if the asshat even heard anything past J. He just assumed you were coming to see me.”
Abby’s eyebrows shot up. “And you often have random chicks coming to your bus with luggage and a guitar case?” she countered.
The grin I gave her caused pink splotches on Abby’s cheeks. “Never mind,” she muttered, looking away from me.
The sound of her phone vibrating on the table interrupted us. She grabbed it and frantically brought it to her ear. “Gabe, oh my God, it’s so good to hear from you!” The voice on the other line spoke frantically. She shook her head. “No, no, I didn’t get cold feet about the tour. It’s just…I, um, I got on the wrong bus.”
At the response, her face clouded over with fury. “Oh really? Well, maybe one you assholes should have come to meet me!” He said something else, and she sputtered with indignation. “Don’t you chastise me about cussing! I’m a grown woman, and I’ll say whatever I want to! I can’t believe you have me on speakerphone right now. And Eli, if you don’t stop laughing, I’m going to beat the shit out of you the moment I see you! And if you think I can’t, just remember Costa Rica!”
I couldn’t help snickering at her fiery personality. The other guys were equally amused at the spit-fire in front of us.
“How did this happen? There were over a hundred buses out there, Gabe. When I asked about Jacob’s Ladder, they thought I meant Jake Slater.”
Gabe’s voiced screeched on the other end so loud we all could hear it. “You’re on Runaway Train’s bus?!!!”
“Yes,” she replied. At his next statement, she snorted. “Well, I’ve only managed to do the drummer and the bassist so far, but I’m thinking I could get a threesome going and knock out the others. Maybe I’ll gang bang with the roadies when we stop for dinner!”
Rhys made a strangled noise in his throat while AJ muttered, “Fuck me,” under his breath. Even I couldn’t stop the below the belt stirring at her suggestion.
She rolled her eyes. “Gabe, would you give me a little credit? I’ve held on to my virginity this long. I think it’ll hold for awhile.”
We all exchanged wild glances. Rhys tugged so hard on his stud it came out of his ear and dropped onto the ground. AJ fumbled for the beer next to him and drained in a long guzzle—his chest heaving hard as he stared at Abby. Even Brayden appeared shell-shocked by her declaration. All of us had to be thinking the same thing. How was it possible for a smokin’ hot girl like the one before us to be a…virgin?

Abby whirled around and saw our expressions. A flush entered her cheeks, and she ducked her head. She sank down onto the couch and buried her head between her knees. “I can’t believe I just admitted that in a room full of men,” she whispered.

Teaser 4

Abby has accepted Jake’s bet that she wouldn’t last a week on their tour bus.

I lounged on the couch, balancing my opened Nursing and Physiology book on my knees. Jake staggered up the bus stairs with a leggy, dark-haired goddess. Somehow after our morning song writing session, he had managed to not only get drunk, but he’d found some random chick in the middle of the rest-stop. Her arm snaked around his waist while her tongue licked up his neck. His gaze flickered over to mine before he turned back to the guys. “I call the bedroom,” he said.
“You had the bedroom yesterday,” Rhys argued.
“Easy, grumpy, I won’t need it that long,” Jake replied, a sexy smile curving on his lips.
“You underestimate your stamina, babe,” the dark haired girl replied. I couldn’t help the squeak that escaped my lips when her hand left his waist to cup his fly, working Jake over his jeans.
“Take it to the bedroom. There’s a lady present,” Brayden snapped over his newspaper.
When the bulge started to grow, Jake cut his eyes over to me again. I flushed and buried my head in my book. “You’re welcome to join us, Angel. Bree doesn’t mind sharing me, do you?”
I jerked my chin up. So this was Bree—the groupie he had mistaken me for in his bed.
She eyed me and shrugged. “As long as I get off, I don’t care.”
“Whatta ya say?” Jake asked.
Before I could respond, Rhys growled beside me. “You’re a drunken jackass, Jake. You’re stepping over the line with Abby, not to mention your bargain with her.”
“Oh really?” Jake countered.
Rhys cocked his brows. “Yeah, especially after last night.”
The thoughts of me comforting him through his tears sobered Jake a little, and his smirk faded. A combination of remorse and embarrassment entered his face.
I patted Rhys’s arm. “It’s okay. I’m very capable of telling Jake no thank you.” I smiled sweetly up at Jake who glowered back at me. He jerked Bree forward down the narrow hallway and then slammed the bedroom door.
“He can be such a prick,” Rhys grumbled.
“Yeah, I know, but he’s also in a lot of emotional pain about his mom right now.”
“So that excuses him for getting drunk off his ass before noon and for treating you like a sleazy asshole?”
“No, but I guess it makes me understand him better and forgive him a little easier.” I smiled reassuringly at his skeptical expression. “It’s fine. Really.”
But then it became very plain it was not fine . Moans and shrieks echoed through the cabin from the bedroom. A warm flush poured over my cheeks and inched down my neck. I gripped the edges of my book tighter, desperately wanting to crawl into a hole and die rather than to hear the sounds of Jake screwing Bree. I also didn’t like the way Jake’s noises of pleasure were effecting me. There was also the fact that the guys seemed totally unaffected by the chaos coming from the bedroom.
“Here. This seems to help,” AJ said, thrusting two ear plugs at me.
I eyed them as Jake gave another long groan. “Oh yeah, suck me harder babe!”
“Um, on second thought. I think I’ll go get some fresh air.” I scrambled off the couch and raced down the aisle. The moment I got off the bus I exhaled noisily. Bending over, I rested my elbows on my knees and tried to clear my mind of what I had heard. Once I recovered, I started putting as much distance between myself and the bus as possible.

Teaser 5

This is the same day as our last teaser….Jake’s drunkedy drunk drunk! Jakes POV

Abby stood in the middle of the bus aisle, clutching two grocery bags to her chest. Her blue eyes widened as she took in my appearance. “Oh my God, Jake, are you all right?” she asked, her voice laced with concern.
I gave a maniacal laugh that surprised even me. “No, I’m not.”
She sat the bags down on the counter and took a step toward me. “Are you sick? You look so pale.”
“That’s because the jackass chased two beers with half a bottle of Jack,” Brayden replied, shaking his head.
“Go easy on him,” Abby chided.
“Why should Bray go easy on me? He’s always riding me about something,” I spat, scowling at Brayden.
“Jake, you did this to yourself because of your mom, didn’t you?” Through my haze, I felt Abby’s hand rubbing my arm, and all my senses hummed at the simple touch. As much as I hated to admit it to myself and wanted to keep fighting my feelings, there was no doubting how much I wanted her.
Her brows furrowed as sympathy etched across her face. “Can I do anything for you? Please tell me what’s wrong?”
Before I could stop myself, a snort escaped my lips. “Don’t you get it, Angel. You are the problem.”
“Jake—” AJ warned.
Her eyes widened as she swept her hand over her heart. “Me?”
“Yeah, you.” I lunged forward causing her to take a tentative step back. “It’s you with those sexy as hell cowboy boots that I want digging into my ass as I fuck you until you scream my name. And those perfect tits…” I licked my lips at the mere thought of my mouth on them. But in that pause, my cloudy thoughts veered in a different, less perverted direction. “It’s the way the dimple comes out on your cheek when you smile really big and the way you blush when I tease you.” I sucked in a breath as the fuzzy memories from the night before crashed over me. “It was the way your sweet, soft hands wiped away my tears, and the way your body curved into mine when you let me hold you. It all made me feel for just an instant that everything really was going to be all right. No one has ever comforted me like that…except my mom.” What the fuck? Did I just say all that out-loud? I shook my head furiously from side to side as the room started spinning me like a Titled Whirl at the county fair back home.
Abby grabbed my shoulders to steady me. I blinked my eyes trying to focus on her blurry, but beautiful image. “Most of all, it’s that I want someone like you to want me—just for me, not for Jake Slater the singer of Runaway Train.” I smacked my hand hard against my chest. “For what’s really inside me.”
Abby gasped. “Oh Jake, I—”
She never got the chance to say what I hoped to hear because my churning stomach chose that precise moment to lurch, causing me to puke all over Abby’s pristine sundress.

Teaser 6

Here’s the first five paragraphs of Music of the Heart. It’s from Abby’s POV

My cowboy boots clomped across the pockmarked pavement as I weaved in and out of the rows of tour buses. Screamo rock music blared around me, echoing through the cramped parking lot. Roadies and technicians brushed past me with scratchy conversations emitting from their headsets and walkie-talkies. Once they swept their gaze over the dangling authorized pass around my neck, they didn’t ask what I was doing, nor did they ask if they could give me a hand.

Intense June heat beat against my back and singed the bare flesh above my thin sundress straps. I grunted and gave a tug on the rolling suitcase behind me while the guitar case I carried at my right side felt like it was weighed down with lead.

Rock Nation was one of the biggest music festivals in the country. A hundred bands performed over three days, and the shows lasted around the clock. Music fanatics camped out in the middle of the desert and somewhat recreated Woodstock. Well, that’s just what I’d been told. It wasn’t like I’d spent the last two days with thousands of stinky, mud-caked strangers. I’d just come off a 747 from Austin, Texas and hopped the closest cab.

My only real interest in being at Rock Nation was seeing Jacob’s Ladder—the chart topping, Christian rock cross-over band. The three members, Gabe, Eli, and Micah, just happened to be my older brothers, and the reason I was wandering around a parking lot in the middle of the desert.

Sweating profusely, lost, and frustrated was not quite what I had envisioned when my brothers asked me to join them on their summer tour. It wasn’t the first time I had gone around the country with them since they had burst into the limelight two years ago. But it was the first time I had to decide if the rootless existence of a musician was really for me. After singing my ass off, as my brother Eli said, for the label executives, I had been offered the role as lead singer as soon as my brother, Micah, exited the band to get married and join the seminary.

Read –> Chapter 1

Teaser 7 

This teaser takes place after Teaser 3 in Jake’s POV

Abby whirled around and saw our bewildered expressions. A flush entered her cheeks, and she ducked her head. She sank back down into her chair and buried her face in one of her hands. “I can’t believe I just admitted that in a room full of men,” she whispered.When Gabe said something else, her voice broke with emotion. “Look, I just need to know how we’re going to fix this.” After sniffling for a few seconds, she raised her head and scanned our faces. “Yeah, one sec.” She handed the phone to Brayden. “He wants to know your tour schedule, so I’ll be able to get off the bus and onto a plane as soon as possible.”
He nodded as he took the phone and stepped away from us. “Hey Gabe, this is Brayden Vandenburg, and don’t worry, man, I’m gonna take good care of Abby until we can get her back to you guys—” He jerked back like he had been slapped. “That was so not what I meant. Besides, I’m a married man. Anyway, here’s where we are…” His voice trailed off as he walked down the aisle.
Rhys patted Abby’s back reassuringly. “Hey, don’t worry. It’s going to be okay.”
With her head buried back in her hands, she mumbled. “Thanks. I hope so.”
Edging Rhys out of the way, I knelt down beside Abby. Taking her chin in my hands, I pulled her head up to meet my gaze. “Don’t sweat it, Angel. Your brother and Bray will figure it out. I promise we’ll have you back into your civilized little world as soon as possible and before you can get too traumatized by being in our presence.”
She smacked my hand away. “What do you mean civilized?”
I shrugged. “I just meant that it’s obvious you’re used to a certain way of life.”
Her blonde brows shot up so far I thought they might reach her white headband. “Are you insinuating that I’m some spoiled little brat who is used to having everyone bow to her every whim?
Abby narrowed her eyes at me. “My parents were missionaries. Do you even understand what that means?”
A smirk curved at my lips. “I know all about the missionary position, Angel. In fact, I believe I was trying to acquaint you with it earlier when you cock blocked me.”
“You’re seriously disgusting!” she cried popping up out of her chair. She almost toppled me over before I could stand up. Poking her finger into my chest, she said, “I’ll have you know that I’m not some prima donna who can’t survive without someone taking care of me. The lives of missionaries and their families is very simplistic, so trust me when I say, I’ve seen a lot of hard shit. Yeah, we lived in major cities like Rio in Brazil and Guadalajara in Mexico, but I’ve also tromped through the jungles and gone days without showers, least of all cell phones and wifi. So I can assure you that there’s nothing you and your band of merry miscreants can do that would shock or scare me!”
I rolled my eyes. “Oh please. You fucking passed out at the sight of the boys, not to mention that you flipped your shit and got your lacy panties all in a twist when I made out with you.”
“Are you trying to say that I couldn’t make it on this bus with you?” she countered.
I cocked my head at her. “Come on, Angel. You would die a thousand deaths if you even had to stay one night on here with us and our raging sex drives, atrocious language, and bad table manners.”
“You seem to forget I have three older brothers. I’m well acquainted with unruly guys.”
Crossing my arms over my chest, I smirked down at her. “So you’re saying if you had the chance to get off the bus in the next few hours, you wouldn’t?”
She inched forward, standing toe to toe with me. “Are you saying I don’t have the courage to stay?”
“Yeah, I am.”
AJ held up his hands. “Whoa, what the fuck do you two think you’re doing?”
“So what would I have to do to prove myself to you?” Abby asked.
Without even thinking, I blurted, “Stay one week on the bus.”
Her tough as nails resolve wavered a little. “One week?” she squeaked, her voice cracking.
Rhys tried pushing us apart. “Okay, that’s really funny, but you two can stop now,” he argued. When neither of us backed down, he said, “Let me remind you that Abby has a tour she needs to be on, and we have one as well. No one has to prove anything to anyone, okay?”
I tore my gaze from Abby’s to glare at him. “This isn’t anything to you, man. This is between me and Angel.”
“It’s Abby,” she growled.
I arched my brows at her. “So what’s it gonna be, Angel?”
Fury flashed in her blue eyes before she whirled around. She stomped over to Brayden and snatched the phone away from him. “Gabe, there’s been a change of plans.”

Read –> Chapter 2

Teaser 8

This is later in the day/evening after Chapter 2 when the band stops for dinner at a seedy bar/truck stop, lol.  Jake and Abby continue to love one upping and betting each other on things. Jake has stated he could never, ever willingly…erm, get it up for a virgin, which Abby is. And here we go!

 “Um, I’ll be right back,” Abby muttered before practically falling out of her chair and sprinting from the table.
            After downing the rest of my beer, I glanced up to see the guys glaring at me. “What?”
            Brayden leaned forward so far across the table that his elbows bumped into mine. “You’re an utter and complete asshole for hurting her feelings about the virgin thing.”
            “I’m a dick for telling the truth?”
            AJ snorted contemptuously at me. “It’s called a fucking filter, man. Try using it from time to time.”
            When I glanced at Rhys, he narrowed his eyes. “So not cool to make Abby feel bad about herself, especially when she’s as smoking hot as she is.”
            I opened my mouth to argue when the screech of the karaoke microphone being tapped drew my attention to the stage. Gazing out at us, Abby gave me a sickeningly, sweet smile. Immediately my stomach churned, and I knew I was about to be publically called out for being a douchebag.
            “I hope you all don’t mind me singing again.”
            The scattered group of truckers whistled and hooted appreciatively, which caused Abby to grin and breathlessly say, “Thank you.” Gripping the microphone tighter, she said, “It’s just that I really would like to win a bet tonight, and singing this is the only way I see being able to do it.” Once again her blue eyes locked with mine. “Jake, this one is for you.”
            She nodded at the DJ who pressed the play button on the music. It took all of two seconds for me to recognize the opening bass thumps. “Oh fuck,” I murmured as Like a Virgin began blaring throughout the bar. As soon as some of the inebriated truckers realized the song, they hollered and clapped their hands.
            From the minute she started singing, it was like Abby sent a direct beam of lust straight to me. I mean, I knew I put on an act when I was on stage, so the fact she was a performer should have made her behavior less believable. But damn was she convincing as a temptress. Every shimmy and shake of her luscious body, every time she tossed her head back and ran her fingers through her hair, every slinky step she took and thrust of her hips was driving me fucking insane.
            If I thought I was stunned, the other guys were open-mouthed and wide-eyed at her performance. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught AJ gulping down his beer like a man dying of thirst. Even Brayden was eying Abby in a way I hadn’t seen in years—although it was a helluva lot more innocent than how AJ, Rhys, and I were ogling.
         Shifting in my seat, I knew it wasn’t going to be long before I lost the bet. Then all hell broke loose below my belt with Abby’s next move. Sinking down to her knees, Abby then began to do the unthinkable. She started crawling towards the end of the stage—never missing a beat or lyric. Sitting below her, I had a straight shot down the front of her dress at her fabulous rack. When she reached the end of the stage, she swung her legs around, and for a brief moment, I got a flash of her upper thighs before she let her legs dangle off the edge.
            She hopped down and slunk over to our table. Without a glance at the other guys, she gave me a seductive crook of her finger. I shook my head and grinned, trying to make her believe she was having no effect on me, which was a fucking lie. But Abby wasn’t having any of it. She strode over to me as she ran her hand over her hips and ass as she sang about being touched for the first time. Her fingers then slid through my hair and across to cup my cheek before playfully smacking it.
             Just when I thought she was headed back to the stage, she backed up and straddled my lap. A hiss escaped my lips as she started moving her ass across my crotch. I couldn’t help throwing my head back and groaning. I’d been given expert lap dances in my day from some of the highest paid strippers in the business. Abby was clumsy and didn’t know exactly how to ride to me to achieve the most pleasure for my dick, but damn, if I couldn’t feel her hot, little center burning through my jeans. I had been at half-mast before, but I figured at any minute with her practically panting the oohing and aahing parts of the song I would be busting out of my zipper.
           Even in her non-existent experience, she knew what was up–no pun intended. With the song still playing, Abby glanced over her shoulder and shot me a triumphant look. “Do you now concede to all the guys that you knowingly and willingly got it up for a virgin, or should I continue?”
            Although my dick would have enjoyed her continuing the half-hearted attempt at a lap dance, I shook my head. “Okay, Angel, you win. You’re the sexiest fucking virgin I have ever had the pleasure to get it up for.”
            As AJ and Rhys clapped and cat-called, Abby started to slide off my lap. When she did, I grabbed her arm and spun her around to where she was straddling me again, but this time we were face to face. A startled look flashed in her dark blue eyes. I leaned in closer to her. My breath tickled her earlobe, and she shivered.  “So you got me all hot and bothered, but wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?”
            Her chest rose and fell in heavy pants. “You’re quoting Romeo and Juliet?”
            “Why do you act so surprised?”
            “You didn’t impress me much as the kind of guy who liked to read, least of all Shakespeare.”
            “I’m full of surprises, Angel.” My hands gripped her hips tighter. “Just get to know me a little better.”
            Abby rolled her eyes. “Did you seriously just use a bad pick-up line on me?”
            “Who said it was a line? Maybe I do want you to get to know me better.” When she quirked her eyebrows, I laughed. “And not just in the biblical sense.”

Up and Coming –> Music of the Heart by Katie Ashley

The book does not release until March 25, 2013 … but like I said before I am a sucker for rockers!!! I saw on Katie’s website  the pictures for her inspiration for the book as well as a teaser… so here is another to add to your list because it has been added to mine.

Music of the Heart 



For Abby Renard, the plan was supposed to be simple—join her brothers’ band on the last leg of their summer tour and decide if she’s finally ready for the limelight by becoming its fourth member. Of course, she never imagined stumbling onto the wrong tour bus at Rock Nation would accidentally land her in the bed of Jake Slater, the notorious womanizing lead singer of Runaway Train. When he mistakes her for one of his groupie’s, Abby quickly lets him know she sure as hell isn’t in his bed on purpose.

Jake Slater never imagined the angel who fell into his bed would resist his charms by promptly kneeing him in the balls. Of course, the fact she seems like a prissy choir girl makes her anything but his type. So he is more than surprised when after betting Abby she wouldn’t last a week on their tour bus, she is more than willing to prove him wrong. But as Jake’s personal life begins to implode around him, he finds an unlikely ally in Abby. He’s never met a woman he can talk to, joke with, or most importantly make music with.

As the week starts comes to a close, neither Abby nor Jake is ready to let go. Can a sweetheart Country songstress and a bad boy of Rock N Roll actually have a future together?

To see the teasers or this one I have them posted HERE (I got them from her website)

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