Friends to lovers...

I have exciting news! I just signed a contract with Liquid Silver Books for a new erotic romance, Staking Claim! It's a friends to lovers story which is always one of my favs! Sooo, because I'm in a playful mood I thought I'd tease you guys a bit with a little taste of Jake and Gabrielle!

Blurb:
Workaholic Gabrielle Ellis never lets her relationships make it past a couple dates. The sooner she can ditch them, the less chance she has they might leave her. Of course, she never picks the kind of guys she’d want anything long term with anyway, but that's beside the point.

After a night out celebrating yet another escape from her jackass of the week, and her upcoming move, she wakes up in her best friend, Jake Marshal’s truck in the middle of nowhere. According to Jake, she dumps every guy she dates for one reason; they’re not him. He promises after one weekend of erotic bliss, she’ll know she belongs in his bed forever. Jake Marshal, consummate bachelor and participant in her hidden fantasies, is staking his claim. As much as she wants him, she’s scared, too. After one touch, Gabrielle knows she doesn’t stand a chance.


UNEDITED EXCERPT:

Jake’s soulful black eyes captured. “You want to know why you break up with all those schmucks, honey?”
Actually, she didn’t. Not tonight. “No, I don’t. I’m tired, hungry and annoyed you brought me to,” she waved her hand in the air, “wherever we are without my consent. I’m not in the mood to be analyzed tonight.”
Jake snickered before he spoke to her in that honeyed voice she’d heard him use on so many women in the past. “Well, I’m going to tell you anyway.”
Gabrielle threw up her arms. “Of course you are. Jake Marshal always does what he wants.” Despite being her best friend, he drove her crazy sometimes.
“I think you already know the answer, Gab, but I’ll spell it out for you. It’s because, they’re. Not. Me.”
Engage over reaction. “What? You are really full of yourself. We’re friends, Jake. You’re not looking to settle down, and I have too bad a track record to risk our friendship on your ego.” Thump, thump, thump. Her heart punched at her ribs.
Before she could stop him, Jake unhooked her seatbelt and pulled her onto his lap. Damn, the man was warm. He smelled like a mixture of fresh cut grass and man. He cupped her cheeks and, damn it, she wasn’t putting up a fight. “I’m going to change your mind, honey. I’m not letting you leave me. You’re mine, and I’m tired of waiting for you to figure that out.”
His mouth took hers. Jake never did anything halfway, so his tongue went straight for her lips, teasing them open. Gabrielle didn’t hesitate. Sure, this might be a huge mistake, but she was a woman who’d had nothing but bad sex lately, and Jake was as delicious as they came.
She opened her mouth and let him inside, their tongues tangled as he swept each and every contour of her mouth. Oh, God, she’d groaned, but she couldn’t hold it back. His scent wrapped around her like a Jake-quilt, making the apex of her thighs flood with heat. The warmth of his mouth traveled to her jaw line, her neck, behind her ear.
“Give me the weekend to prove it to you, honey. Let me love you, Gab. Let me worship your body and show you that you belong in my bed.”
No, no, no. This wasn’t right. It was Jake’s hands caressing her back, his mouth licking her oh-so-tender skin. They were friends. He was the only constant in her life and when this ended badly, she would lose him.
Gabrielle dropped her head backward to give him better access. For something so wrong, it felt damn right.


And... that's it. Like I said, just a tease. LOL. Hope you liked it. Their story was really fun for me to write. I'm a sucker for best friend stories. I love writing two characters who know one another so well before they take that next step. My hubby and I were best friends when we got together so those stories always hold a special place in my heart.

What are some of your favorite friends to lovers books?

Um, he doesn't look like that!

I love a guy with dark hair. I've always been that way. Give me some messy, black hair, bright blue eyes and a wicked grin gets you in all the right places and I'm a goner. I find that I automatically try and write all the heroes in my books with dark hair. The eyes aren't always blue (a nice green thrown in from time to time or a dark, brown his hot too), but my guys almost always try and have dark hair! In fact, I have to remind myself that black haired guys aren't the only hot guys out there. All the heroes I write can't have dark hair.

I have nothing against those sexy blonds of course. They're as delicious as can be too, but it's like my mind automatically goes to dark hair when I'm writing.

Usually, it stops with my writing, but the other day it leaked into my reading. I was devouring a good book, but something about the heroes description just didn't work for me. For some reason it didn't seem to be HIM. Which is weird because it obviously is. LOL. I didn't write the guy, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't visualize the hero the way the writer described him. It didn't fit with his personality, IMO. Crazy, huh?


For me, I'm not even sure I just wanted to give the guy my knee-weakening black hair and blue eyes. It was really a whole package deal, that I just couldn't see. I've never had that happen before so I'm curious if I'm on my own on this one.

Have you ever done this? Do you tend to imagine the heroes with your favorite characteristics or do you see who the author paints for you? Has there ever been a time you just couldn't see a character, hero or heroine the way the author described?

Satisfy Me gets 5 Cherries!

Whipped Cream Erotic Romance Reviews gave Satisfy Me five cherries! Here's a snippet of the review.

I think the relationship between these two was perfect. The relationship started as just a spicy fling, but ended in a sensual romantic relationship. That does not mean the spice died down. Instead it grew with the intensity of their feelings. This was one sizzling story that woke up my adventurous side.

With the right type of characters and the perfect plot this story left me wanting more in a good way.

Read full review HERE

Love me some sexy heroes!

I have to admit, most of the time, I read for the heroes. I mean, I have to like the heroine. It's helps if I can relate to her in some way, but there are those that I can't really relate too, but like anyway. When it comes to a book I adore though--you know those special books that end up on your keeper shelf that you read over and over? The thing that all those books have in common is, though I like the heroine, I LOVE the hero.

I can't help it! I read for the boys! Love those sexy men. I've always had a soft spot for a good tortured hero. I don't know what it is about those men who are broken, but damn they know how to love a woman. On the other end of that spectrum, nothing gets me going like those cocky, sarcastic guys that are good and they know it, but damn they treat their women good too. See what I mean? I love book guys. I can't help it. Shh, don't tell my hubby ;)

SO, some of my favorites of those delicious heroes are.

Vane from Night Play by Sherrilyn Kenyon. I have to admit that wolf shifters don't always do it for me, but there is something so sexy about Vane. I think it comes from the way he treats Bride. He is so attentive and always makes her feel so beautiful. He respects her and worships her body and I can't help but wish for a day in Bride's shoes.

Z from Lover Awakened by JR Ward. Poor Z is the epitome of the tortured hero. The brother is so broken, but I can't help want to love him. He does something to my heart--touches it in a way that I'm not sure a hero from any other book has.

Noah from Too Much Temptation by Lori Foster. I know Anne and I are both in love with Noah. I think it will always be my favorite of her books. There is something so incredibly sexy about how Noah just can't get enough of Grace. He's right up there with Vane on the way he worships her body. It gets me every time.

Bones from The Night Huntress series by Jeaniene Frost. Bones will always be my man. If I could pull one hero out of a book and claim him as mine, it would be Bones. I've read the series about four times and each time I read it, he makes me giddy. I get smiley with some of the stuff he says to her, and when he's loving her...yeah, gets me hot and bothered every time. The man is the epitome of sexy and he's sarcastic as hell which I just love. I'm starting to see a pattern here, but another big thing that I love about Bones is how he loves Cat. When he realizes she's the one, there's nothing wishy-washy about him. He wants her and she will be his. He doesn't doubt his feelings or run away. When he finds her, he holds onto her with both hands from the beginning and doesn't let go. He'd do anything for her and it makes my heart race. Oh, and did I mention he's hot? LOL.

There you have it, the list of some of my sexiest heroes. What heroes can you not help but love?

Wild gets TOP PICK from Night Owl

I love it when I google myself and find a surprise review I didn't know about. My latest release, Wild got a wonderful review from Night Owl Romance and was also a top pick!

"This is my second look at Madison Scott’s work. Her deft ability to create characters that are fun and relatable is fantastic. Hunter and Cat are both struggling to figure out where to go but their relationship is honest and genuine. Of course, Scott delivers on the passion and hotness as well."

Read full review HERE

Also stop by Three Wicked Writers where I'm talking about the sexiest men on TV!

New Release: Wild

Release dats are equally exciting and scary! I've been pretty excited about this one though. Book one in my Nanny Diaries series, Wild is now available!







Available HERE
Blurb:

Catrina Reynolds has a secret. By day, she cares for the daughter of her boss, Hunter James, but by night, she pens naughty fantasies about him in her journal. A man like Hunter: gorgeous, wealthy and confident would never return the affections of a sweet, mousy, nanny like Catrina, so when journaling is no longer enough, she's forced to act out her fantasies alone...

While his daughter is away for the weekend, Hunter plans to get to know his quiet, shy nanny. He senses there's more to the woman than meets the eye. When he stumbles upon her calling out his name while showering, he wants nothing more than to lure the wildcat out of her sugary, sweet shell.

Catrina and Hunter embark on a weekend of erotic fantasies all geared toward bringing out the naughty girl hiding inside her. But is there more between them than their sexual games? Will he make all her fantasies come to life.

Excerpt:
Catrina stepped from the shower on weak legs. They were wobbly, like those on the old Gumby doll she'd found for Ashley last week. She pulled a scarlet red towel from the rack and wrapped it around herself. She still tingled, ached, and hungered for Mr. James, but her shower release took the edge off her need, if only a little while. It's like he turned her into a wanton, some wild woman with sex on the brain. Catrina shuddered. If he ever found out how much she wanted him, she would lose her job for sure. A man like him wouldn't want some starry-eyed novice chasing after him between games of Barbie and Pet Shop with his daughter.

After grabbing a second towel for her hair, she pulled open the bathroom door. She took one step out of the bathroom and the towel she used to dry her hair dropped to the floor. Her heart thundered as heat surged through her cheeks like strikes of lightening. That same heat sent fire coursing through her veins and landing between her legs. She couldn't move. Her feet were heavy, planted into the ground of her bedroom as her eyes trained on the man sitting in the corner of her darkened bedroom.

What was he doing here? Oh God, had he heard what she'd said? Did he know what she just did? Tremors so different from the vibrations of pleasure she'd just felt moments before wracked her body. This was it. She would lose her job. Her friends would be angry at her, and she wouldn't be able to spend time with the little girl she'd grown to love.

Catrina opened her mouth to speak, but only a squeak emerged. She shook her head, and then dropped it forward, unable to look at him with his coal black hair and penetrating eyes. And that's when she remembered ... oh God; she was standing naked in front of Mr. James! Well, naked except for her towel which rested just below her rear. "I--I have to go," she managed to push the words through her lips before she turned to duck back into the bathroom.

"Cat, wait."

She did just that. She couldn't have moved if she wanted to. He called her Cat. In the two months she worked for him, he'd never called her that name.
"We need to talk." His voice poured over her like warm honey, making her gooey between her legs. What is wrong with me? I'm about to lose my job, and I still want him?

"Shouldn't I get dressed first?" That's all she needed -- to get thrown out of his house without clothes on her back. What would Molly and Brenna think? She could only imagine calling her friends to tell them she'd been fired, needed a ride, and ‘oh, can you bring me some clothes’?

"I'd rather you didn't, Cat. You're a beautiful woman, and after what I just heard, I have to tell you, I'm imagining you in much less than even that little towel."

Warmth spread through her belly as her heart rate jumped. Did he really think she was beautiful? More importantly, did he really fantasize about her the same way she did him? Despite the way she burned with embarrassment because of what he'd heard, she turned to him. This was her chance to be the wildcat. Who knew, he might not want her the way she did him, but she couldn't turn away from him if there was a chance! Maybe, just maybe, she could be her wildcat with the real thing instead of just in her mind.
"What a contradiction you are. Your cheeks are scarlet, and you can hardly look me in the eye, yet, just seconds ago, I heard you screaming my name while you pleasured yourself. So sweet, yet so bad too, aren't you, Cat?"

She fought the overwhelming urge to duck back into the bathroom, lock the door and never come out again. This wasn't her. Hell, even with Roger she hadn't been blunt in the sex department. How could she with the man sitting in front of her? The one who inspired all her sexual reveries, yet also held her livelihood in his hands. Not only her livelihood, but everything she'd ever wanted. Being a nanny may not be what most little girls dreamed of being as a child, but for her and her two friends, it was.

But could she ever forgive herself if she passed up this opportunity? This could be her chance to prove to herself she could be more than sweet, shy Catrina. Maybe, just maybe, Hunter could help her be more. The only question was, could she do it? "I--I want to be bad."

Catrina risked a glance at him to see a wicked grin stretch across his face. She'd never seen the look in his eyes before. Heck, she'd never seen any man look at her the way Hunter James did in that moment.

"Tell me what you want, Sweet Cat."

She almost lost it right there. Was this really a possibility for her? Catrina fought to slow her rapid breaths. "I want you to touch me. To--to make me wild. I want you to make me forget who I am, turn me into the woman I am in my fantasies."

He pushed to his feet, taking long, quick strides until he reached her. In one swift movement, Hunter pulled her against him and covered her mouth with his. Catrina's whole body melted in his arms as a moan of shock and satisfaction rumbled inside her. Hunter ate the sound as his tongue pushed past her lips into her mouth. He scorched her with his heat, with the sweeps and probes of his skillful tongue. She brought her arms up and wrapped them around his neck, aware that the material of the towel felt looser around her.
When his large hand splayed over the small of her bare back, Catrina shivered. Tingles of delight raced down her spine. The towel must be completely open now. She didn't have time to dwell on the fact that she stood bare in Hunter James's arms, because he pulled her tighter against him. Her belly came in contact with the hard length of his erection. She'd made him hard! Sexy, gorgeous Hunter James was hard for her.

That wild woman who only came out when she was alone in her bedroom started to emerge again, begging and pleading to break free from the chains that held her at bay. Catrina rubbed against him. Relishing the feel of his length grinding against her. Hunter's hand ran up the small of her back to her neck, and then he buried it in her hair, pulling her closer for another sweep of his tongue before easing her away.

"You want me, Sweet Cat?" With his free hand, he covered one of her breasts before pinching her hardened nipple. Catrina sighed as the pull of his fingers vibrated throughout her whole body. "Why didn't I notice these pretty, little nipples hardening for me before? Are they always like this for me? Always so sharp with your desire?"

"Yes," she hissed, trying to stuff down the embarrassment of being with him this way.

"And you want to be wild for me?" Hunter pinched and rolled her nipple again. "You want those fantasies I heard you acting out in your shower?"

His other hand left her hair and went to her free breast. They felt so good. Better than she imagined as they played with her sensitive peaks. "Oh, yes..."

"You intrigue me. You have since I first met you, but I'm not sure I can give you any more than that. And I don't want to lose you. You're good with my daughter and she loves you. I have to be sure you're okay with that. My daughter and your job are the most important things here."

She would take it. If they tried for anything more than just the weekend, things could get sticky. As much as she wanted him, she wanted her job more. She didn't want to leave this house or his little girl. "I love Ashley too, and I'm not asking you for more."

"So you'll do as I say, Sweet Cat? You'll let me draw out that skittish wildcat you've been hiding from me? I'm warning you, love, I like to be in charge. Will you let me help you find your pleasure?" His voice was thick with what she hoped to be desire.

She never wanted anything more in her life. Her body screamed, pulsed, as wetness dripped down her legs. "Please ... I want you. I want it all."

In the zone!

Don't you love it when you're in the zone? You know what I mean, that spot where no matter what it is you need to do: writing, housecleaning, applying for a promotion at work and you're just so focused that you're...well you're in the zone.

I've been like that with my writing lately. I don't know if its just my determination pushing through, if I'm just really feeling this book, or a combination of the two, but whatever it is, I'm in place where I feel like nothing can stop me. It's just the best feeling! I think we all go through these times. Some days I feel like I just can't do anything and then I get in these flows where I can hardly keep up with my fingers as they're dancing across the keyboard.

I wish I could bottle this energy up for those slow days. LOL. Or at least wish I knew how to channel it when I need to. For now, I'm just need to take advantage of it while I can!

Anything big going on in your life that you're pushing for? A deadline? New job? Diet?