Love Strung by Jamie W. Matlock
(The Love Series #2 - can be read as a stand-alone)
Publication date: January 21st 2015
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult
(The Love Series #2 - can be read as a stand-alone)
Publication date: January 21st 2015
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult
Synopsis:
Country music hopeful, Kennedy Masters is a leap-before-you-look type of woman. Live in the moment, the here and now. That’s her policy – anything other than that is boring, and she’s never been particularly interested in boring. So, when she makes the irratic decision to join country music’s reigning star, Mick Callahan, on his tour bus after a show, she’s just living right up to her life’s motto.
The only problem? Her snap decision making lands her on the front page news and it’s for less than desireable reasons. Even worse is the fact that Mick decides she’s his next conquest, irratically announcing to the public that they’re engaged.
Her only option? Hiding out at the Callahan Ranch until the storm blows over – a decision that she’s not altogether pleased with, but one that she must follow considering the circumstances. When unexpected sparks fly upon meeting Mick’s mysterious older brother, Griff Callahan, Kennedy’s left sorting through matters of the heart – something that’s not exactly her forte.
And her career? Well, it’s been labeled TBD.
Kennedy must figure out a way to deal with her heart and her career, all while fighting her own feelings and fending off someone else’s.
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AUTHOR BIO
Jamie W. Matlock is the author of The Love Series, which includes Love Aced & Love Strung. Bored with punching a clock and watching dust collect on the frame of her marketing degree, she decided to turn her lifelong hobby into a career and hasn't looked back since.
Known for mixing both humor and drama into her novels, she likes for her readers to experience a gamut of emotions while enjoying one of her stories. She's also a sucker for flawed protagonists, strong male characters and incredible sex scenes, so be on the lookout for all three in each of her novels.
Outside of writing, you can find her spending time with her family, yelling at a television screen during sporting events, nursing her coffee addiction and coupling a good book with a glass of wine.
Known for mixing both humor and drama into her novels, she likes for her readers to experience a gamut of emotions while enjoying one of her stories. She's also a sucker for flawed protagonists, strong male characters and incredible sex scenes, so be on the lookout for all three in each of her novels.
Outside of writing, you can find her spending time with her family, yelling at a television screen during sporting events, nursing her coffee addiction and coupling a good book with a glass of wine.
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EXCERPT
"Kennedy, I don't like to share." He had grown downright serious, the words
coming out as a growl. "And since
I've come to the realization that I can't keep my hands off of you, I'm sure as
hell not going to share with Mick."
His possessiveness curled around me, making me feel things
that I couldn't process, didn't understand.
It presented emotions that I wasn't comfortable with, made me want to
run yet at the same time, enticed me.
The dichotomy of the struggling emotions was staggering. "We're not together," I pointed
out. "You don't have any claim over
me or me, you."
My words were a lie, something said mostly out of confusion
and I regretted them as soon as they left my lips. Shamefully - truthfully - I'd be his whatever
as long as he'd have me. I wasn't sure
of a lot of things where Griff Callahan was concerned, but I was certain of
this: I wanted him and was absolutely
powerless to stop it.
His eyes went heavy, narrowing as they fixed on me. "Sure as hell didn't feel like it when
your legs were wrapped around me so tightly I could barely breathe. Or when your thighs spread wide so I could
step in between them. Or when your back
arched towards me as cries of pleasure fell from your lips when I kissed your
nipples." The growl reigned supreme,
his voice bouncing off of the walls.
"Let me tell you something, Kennedy. If you think that was good, just wait until
you see what else I have in store for you, what else I have planned for
us. You'll be begging me for more,
screaming my name in your sleep because you'll want it so bad."
"I'm sorry," I mumbled, his words leaving me in a
hot stupor.
"You're going to be sorry," he informed me, his
hands finding either side of my neck. He
brought my face close to his angrily, possessively, his thumbs pressing down
over my cheekbones. "Sorry I wasn't
your first and begging me to be your last," he mumbled. His eyes stared at my lips hungrily, my brain
processing his tongue sliding over his.
"Tell me what you want, Kennedy," he demanded, his voice
barely above a whisper, his anger seeping through making his gruff voice shaky.
"I-I don't know," I stuttered.
He jerked my body suddenly, my eyes widening in surprise.
"I-you," I managed, the words tumbling out as if
he’d shook them from me.
"No part of you wants him? Not even the smallest inkling? You better let me know if you do and I'll
walk away right now." I could hear
the bitterness in his voice, the poison that the thought provoked.
"You…only you. I
don't know beyond that," I admitted hesitantly, wanting to say the right
thing without give away too much.
"In what way?"
"Griff, please stop.
You're making me uncomfortable."
"Oh, like the erection that I've had since you showed
up in my kitchen with that damned silk robe on and nothing else? Or the fact that I can't fucking sleep
because every time that I do, all I can see is you and that robe and your
nipples, hard and erect and so damned perfect-"
"Griff, I said I'm serious, okay?"
"You better not be messing with my head, Kennedy."
His temper was spiking and my inability to be clear wasn’t
helping. His emotions were all over the
map and he was dragging mine along with his.
I needed to smooth things over, to tame the beast that was clearly on
the verge of breaking through. I wrapped
my fingers around his thick wrists, doing my best to capture the attention of
his angry eyes.
"I'm not messing
with you. I swear," I said
softly. "I know only a few
things. From the morning that I set eyes
on you in that kitchen, there was no denying which Callahan man I wanted. I can't write
a song without it being about you. I
can't stand the thought of you being with someone else, touching someone
besides me. You've got me so twisted and
confused, so far from my comfortable center that I don't know which way is up
or which is down. I can't think straight
or breathe or form a cohesive thought when you're around. I want you near me, by my side, on top of
me…inside me. I want you every which way
I could possibly have you. I know I
shouldn't, but I do. I can't understand
it and I sure as hell don't know what to do about it, but there's absolutely no
way that my body will allow me to leave you alone."
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