Thursday, September 10, 2015

Dirty Talk Excerpt Tour


Dirty Talk Synopsis:
When the one you shouldn't want is the one you can't resist... 

Brent Payton works hard, plays hard, and has earned his ladies’ man reputation. But he’s more than just a good time, even though no one seems to see it. Until a gorgeous brunette with knockout curves and big, thoughtful eyes walks into his family’s garage and makes Brent want more.

Ivy Dawn and her sister are done with men, all of them. They’ve uprooted their lives too many times on account of the opposite sex, but that’s over now. The plan seems easy until a sexy, dirty-taking mechanic bursts in Ivy’s life and shakes everything up.

Brent can’t resist the one person who sees past his devil-may-care façade, and Ivy finds it harder and harder to deny how happy he makes her. But she has secrets of her own and when the truth comes out, she must decide if she’ll run again or if she’ll take a chance on forever.
 

He gripped the steering wheel and sucked in a breath. “I had a really nice time with you tonight.”
She answered truthfully, even though her voice was a whisper. “I did too.”
He turned his head. “Thank you.”
Her throat was closing. She could feel it as she studied the stubble on his jaw, his full lips, that long neck that she wanted to bury her face in.
He licked his lips, and she tracked his tongue. His voice was low when he spoke. “I’m asking if I can kiss you.” Her gaze shot up to his face, but he was dead serious. No trace of joking Brent anywhere. “And I don’t want you to say yes because you think you owe me. Because you don’t. If you say yes, I want it to be because you actually want to kiss me. And if you don’t, that’s okay. Just say no. I’m a big boy, Ivy. I can handle it.” He blinked those steel eyes at her, the lights in the parking lot reflecting off them. His lips twisted. “But I’ll be honest that I’m really hoping you say yes.”
She curled her hands into fists in her lap. She knew she should say no. But she didn’t want to. Not when Brent had called her stunning, not when he treated her better than any man ever had.
This wasn’t about what he did in that creek for her daughter. This wasn’t about that at all.
This was about how his smile unfurled something in Ivy’s chest that she thought was a dried-up husk.
So she licked her lips, and she whispered in the safety of the dark cab of his truck, “Yes.”
He didn’t move, not a muscle, and she thought maybe she imagined the whole thing until he leaned closer, his eyebrows raised slightly, and blinked the bangs out of his eyes. “What did you say?”
She took a deep breath, and this time when she spoke, her voice was loud in the confined space. “I said yes. Kiss me, Brent Payton.”

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Megan Erickson Bio:
Megan worked as a journalist covering real-life dramas before she decided she liked writing her own endings better and switched to fiction. She lives in Pennsylvania with her husband, two kids and two cats. When she's not tapping away on her laptop, she's probably listening to the characters in her head who won't stop talking.

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