Melanie Harlow recently released Forked, stand-alone and book 2 of the sexy & fun Frenched series. This is Coco and Nick's love story. To celebrate the release of this scorching hot, sassy, ad playful romance, Melanie is generously giving you a chance to win a Signed paperback of Forked and a $15 gift card.
Plus, we have a very steamy exclusive Nick POV... a yummy and steamy kitchen scene that will melt those panties.
Enjoy and good luck!
Note: If you haven't read, FRENCHED, book 1, and you're looking for a light, sexy & incredibly romantic love story, it's on sale for only $0.99. What's there not to love with a man goes from a charming tour guide to a hot as hell, dirty-talking sex god in the span of 7 days?
Plus, we have a very steamy exclusive Nick POV... a yummy and steamy kitchen scene that will melt those panties.
Enjoy and good luck!
Note: If you haven't read, FRENCHED, book 1, and you're looking for a light, sexy & incredibly romantic love story, it's on sale for only $0.99. What's there not to love with a man goes from a charming tour guide to a hot as hell, dirty-talking sex god in the span of 7 days?
Exclusive Forked Excerpt: Steamy Nick POV
She wanted me to kiss her. Of course she did.
What girl followed a guy up to his bedroom, sat next to him on the bed, then leaned over like that, if she didn’t want to be fucked—I’m sorry, kissed?
It was almost laughable. After all, it was Coco who’d made the No Sex rule, as if she could spend the night with me and not be thoroughly ravished from head to toe. There was no fucking way—the woman next to me was even hotter than the college girl she’d been seven years ago, and that was no small feat. Did she know how fucking beautiful she was? Did she know how badly I wanted to rip that dress off her body and put my tongue there, there, and there? Did she know how hard I was? I’d have to try to hide it when I stood up, try to get down the stairs ahead of her. I glanced down at the rise of her breasts above the low scoop neckline of her dress and battled the urge to bury my face between them.
Look at her, licking her lips. Arching her back. Tilting her head. Staring at my mouth, the little minx.
The crotch of my jeans grew even tighter. She wanted it, wanted me, just like I wanted her. But I was going to make her wait for it. Make her say it. Make her demand it. Make her break the rule first. I smiled. “You totally want me to kiss you right now.”
Immediately, she leaned back and slapped my shoulder, color rising in her face. “I do not!”
“You did. You so did.” Shielding my erection with the iPad on my lap, I moved past her and tossed it onto the bed. I had to get downstairs. One more minute in my bedroom and she’d be on her back. “You licked your lips,” I said, starting down the steps.
She followed me, hot on my heels all the way into the kitchen, blustering mad. “That doesn’t mean I wanted you to kiss me. Because I don’t.”
“Oh no?” I whirled around and took her by the shoulders, dropping my mouth to within an inch of hers. I could play this game, too. “Then tell me not to kiss you. Say it’s against the rules. Say you don’t want it.”
She struggled, clenching her jaw and fidgeting in my grasp. Would she give in? My dick jumped at the thought of getting inside her, the muscles in my lower body going tight. But she continued to fight. “I don’t want it,” she said, her eyes daring me to do it anyway.
Not happening, cupcake. First you have to admit you want me as badly as I want you. I released her. “Good. Because I don’t want it either.”
Suddenly her hand shot out and grabbed my crotch. There was no hiding the fact that my cock was hot and hard, bulging against my jeans. I was paralyzed by her touch.
A satisfied smile snuck onto her lips, her eyes flashing victory. “Liar.”
I couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. The Coco I’d known was adorable and feisty, but this woman was bold and sexy and fuck-me-now-asshole hot. Should I? Was she playing a game or did she really want this right here, right now? Battling the urge to throw her onto the counter and fuck her senseless, I tightened my hands into fists.
She dropped her hand and glanced at the cake ingredients lined up on the counter. “Well, don’t just stand there. We’ve got a cake to bake, remember?”
“Coco.” My body temperature and my cock surged higher.
“Yes, friend?” She leaned back against the island, more beautiful than any woman had a right to be. I wanted her. Game over.
Inside a heartbeat I had her head in my hands, my hips pinning her to the counter. “Don’t.” Covering her mouth with mine, I kissed her hard and deep, sliding my tongue between her lips, desperate to get inside her any way I could. Her hair felt like silk in my hands, and she smelled good enough to eat. I want to eat you, I thought, feeling like the big bad wolf as I tried to get my hands under her pretty flowered dress. I want to consume you.
“Nick.” She whispered my name as I kissed her cheek, her throat, her collarbone. Her hands yanked at my shirt, and I shrugged it off, dropping to my knees at her feet. Her dress was fitted, showing off the perfect shape of her legs, the curves of her hips and ass and waist and breasts. Fuck, her body was amazing. How many times had I thought about it since we’d been apart? And it was even better now with a little more meat on her bones. I ran my hands up the sides of her thighs, pushing the dress up past her hips. A tiny little dark triangle peeked through white lace panties, making my fingers dig into her flesh. I wanted to tear through that lace with my teeth. Easy, easy. Don’t hurt her.
“Christ, this body,” I whispered, resting my forehead against the lace and breathing in her scent. My heart was beating faster than it did during a hard sprint. “I’ve dreamed about this.”
“You have?” Her fingers weaved through my hair.
“Yes. And this.” I planted a kiss on the triangle. “And this.” I tugged the panties down to her knees. “And especially this.” Holding her by the hips, I slid my tongue into the warm, wet crease between her legs and slowly stroked up to her clit again and again. When her legs began to shake, I smiled.
“It feels so good, Nick.” Her voice was shaky. “I don’t think I can stand.”
“Fuck standing.” Suddenly I had a vision of her on my kitchen counter, those gorgeous thighs spread, her hot little pussy begging to be devoured and then fucked hard. I whipped the panties from her feet and stood, hitching her up around my waist. She threw her arms around my neck and clutched me tightly to her body with her legs. Her mouth opened wide for me, and my tongue moved against hers. Fuck, I’d forgotten what it was like to kiss someone this way, like you couldn’t get enough. But then, this was Coco—I could never get enough.
But I could certainly try.
I set her up on the counter and pushed her knees apart.
What girl followed a guy up to his bedroom, sat next to him on the bed, then leaned over like that, if she didn’t want to be fucked—I’m sorry, kissed?
It was almost laughable. After all, it was Coco who’d made the No Sex rule, as if she could spend the night with me and not be thoroughly ravished from head to toe. There was no fucking way—the woman next to me was even hotter than the college girl she’d been seven years ago, and that was no small feat. Did she know how fucking beautiful she was? Did she know how badly I wanted to rip that dress off her body and put my tongue there, there, and there? Did she know how hard I was? I’d have to try to hide it when I stood up, try to get down the stairs ahead of her. I glanced down at the rise of her breasts above the low scoop neckline of her dress and battled the urge to bury my face between them.
Look at her, licking her lips. Arching her back. Tilting her head. Staring at my mouth, the little minx.
The crotch of my jeans grew even tighter. She wanted it, wanted me, just like I wanted her. But I was going to make her wait for it. Make her say it. Make her demand it. Make her break the rule first. I smiled. “You totally want me to kiss you right now.”
Immediately, she leaned back and slapped my shoulder, color rising in her face. “I do not!”
“You did. You so did.” Shielding my erection with the iPad on my lap, I moved past her and tossed it onto the bed. I had to get downstairs. One more minute in my bedroom and she’d be on her back. “You licked your lips,” I said, starting down the steps.
She followed me, hot on my heels all the way into the kitchen, blustering mad. “That doesn’t mean I wanted you to kiss me. Because I don’t.”
“Oh no?” I whirled around and took her by the shoulders, dropping my mouth to within an inch of hers. I could play this game, too. “Then tell me not to kiss you. Say it’s against the rules. Say you don’t want it.”
She struggled, clenching her jaw and fidgeting in my grasp. Would she give in? My dick jumped at the thought of getting inside her, the muscles in my lower body going tight. But she continued to fight. “I don’t want it,” she said, her eyes daring me to do it anyway.
Not happening, cupcake. First you have to admit you want me as badly as I want you. I released her. “Good. Because I don’t want it either.”
Suddenly her hand shot out and grabbed my crotch. There was no hiding the fact that my cock was hot and hard, bulging against my jeans. I was paralyzed by her touch.
A satisfied smile snuck onto her lips, her eyes flashing victory. “Liar.”
I couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. The Coco I’d known was adorable and feisty, but this woman was bold and sexy and fuck-me-now-asshole hot. Should I? Was she playing a game or did she really want this right here, right now? Battling the urge to throw her onto the counter and fuck her senseless, I tightened my hands into fists.
She dropped her hand and glanced at the cake ingredients lined up on the counter. “Well, don’t just stand there. We’ve got a cake to bake, remember?”
“Coco.” My body temperature and my cock surged higher.
“Yes, friend?” She leaned back against the island, more beautiful than any woman had a right to be. I wanted her. Game over.
Inside a heartbeat I had her head in my hands, my hips pinning her to the counter. “Don’t.” Covering her mouth with mine, I kissed her hard and deep, sliding my tongue between her lips, desperate to get inside her any way I could. Her hair felt like silk in my hands, and she smelled good enough to eat. I want to eat you, I thought, feeling like the big bad wolf as I tried to get my hands under her pretty flowered dress. I want to consume you.
“Nick.” She whispered my name as I kissed her cheek, her throat, her collarbone. Her hands yanked at my shirt, and I shrugged it off, dropping to my knees at her feet. Her dress was fitted, showing off the perfect shape of her legs, the curves of her hips and ass and waist and breasts. Fuck, her body was amazing. How many times had I thought about it since we’d been apart? And it was even better now with a little more meat on her bones. I ran my hands up the sides of her thighs, pushing the dress up past her hips. A tiny little dark triangle peeked through white lace panties, making my fingers dig into her flesh. I wanted to tear through that lace with my teeth. Easy, easy. Don’t hurt her.
“Christ, this body,” I whispered, resting my forehead against the lace and breathing in her scent. My heart was beating faster than it did during a hard sprint. “I’ve dreamed about this.”
“You have?” Her fingers weaved through my hair.
“Yes. And this.” I planted a kiss on the triangle. “And this.” I tugged the panties down to her knees. “And especially this.” Holding her by the hips, I slid my tongue into the warm, wet crease between her legs and slowly stroked up to her clit again and again. When her legs began to shake, I smiled.
“It feels so good, Nick.” Her voice was shaky. “I don’t think I can stand.”
“Fuck standing.” Suddenly I had a vision of her on my kitchen counter, those gorgeous thighs spread, her hot little pussy begging to be devoured and then fucked hard. I whipped the panties from her feet and stood, hitching her up around my waist. She threw her arms around my neck and clutched me tightly to her body with her legs. Her mouth opened wide for me, and my tongue moved against hers. Fuck, I’d forgotten what it was like to kiss someone this way, like you couldn’t get enough. But then, this was Coco—I could never get enough.
But I could certainly try.
I set her up on the counter and pushed her knees apart.
Forked Synopsis & Purchase Link
Twenty-eight year old Coco Thomas knows the recipe for disaster:
1) Agree to plan last-minute engagement blowout for spoiled Mafia princess before you realize her choice of caterer is Nick Lupo, a despicably gorgeous young chef with a hot new restaurant in town, a reality TV show victory, and a romantic past with you—one that did not end well.
2) Strike a deal with Nick in which you agree to spend a weekend with him in exchange for his services, under the strict conditions there will be no talking about the past, no second chances, and definitely no sex.
3) Violate all three conditions within 24 hours and spend two glorious days remembering what made you fall for the sexy, egotistical bastard in the first place, and why it hurt so much when he broke your heart.
Add one road trip, plenty of good scotch, and endless spoonfuls of chocolate cake batter drizzled over your body and licked off inch by oh-my-God-yes-right-there inch, then just admit it.
You’re totally FORKED.
1) Agree to plan last-minute engagement blowout for spoiled Mafia princess before you realize her choice of caterer is Nick Lupo, a despicably gorgeous young chef with a hot new restaurant in town, a reality TV show victory, and a romantic past with you—one that did not end well.
2) Strike a deal with Nick in which you agree to spend a weekend with him in exchange for his services, under the strict conditions there will be no talking about the past, no second chances, and definitely no sex.
3) Violate all three conditions within 24 hours and spend two glorious days remembering what made you fall for the sexy, egotistical bastard in the first place, and why it hurt so much when he broke your heart.
Add one road trip, plenty of good scotch, and endless spoonfuls of chocolate cake batter drizzled over your body and licked off inch by oh-my-God-yes-right-there inch, then just admit it.
You’re totally FORKED.
Frenched Synopsis & Purchase Link (Sale for $0.99)
When Tucker Branch, playboy heir to Branch Bolt and Screw, screws and bolts a week before their wedding, Mia Devine wants nothing more than to crawl under her newly monogrammed sheets and plan a funeral for her dignity. But her friends convince her that bitter tastes better when it’s drowned in Bordeaux, so Mia grits her teeth and packs her bags, determined to make the best of her luxurious Paris honeymoon—alone.
She never planned on meeting Lucas Fournier.
The easygoing bartender’s scruffy good looks and
less-than-sympathetic ear annoy her at first, but when she takes him up on his offer to show her around the city, she discovers that the romance of Paris isn’t just a myth.
Nor is the simultaneous O.
The last thing Mia needs is another doomed love affair, but since she only has a week, she figures she might as well enjoy la vie en O with Lucas while she can. But each day—and
night—with Lucas is better than the last, and suddenly her heart is telling her this is more than a rebound fling.
Is it just the seduction of Paris…or could this be the real thing?
She never planned on meeting Lucas Fournier.
The easygoing bartender’s scruffy good looks and
less-than-sympathetic ear annoy her at first, but when she takes him up on his offer to show her around the city, she discovers that the romance of Paris isn’t just a myth.
Nor is the simultaneous O.
The last thing Mia needs is another doomed love affair, but since she only has a week, she figures she might as well enjoy la vie en O with Lucas while she can. But each day—and
night—with Lucas is better than the last, and suddenly her heart is telling her this is more than a rebound fling.
Is it just the seduction of Paris…or could this be the real thing?
"Listen, I don't know what kind of assholes you've been with before, but I promise you, your orgasm will not only make an appearance tonight, it will be the star of the show."
- Frenched by Melanie Harlow
Yanked, a Frenched novella, Synopsis
and Purchase Link
Mia Devine fell hard for Lucas Fournier after their magical week in Paris. But eight months later, the free-spirited half-French musician still hasn't made any promises about their future. And as magnifique as long-distance phone sex is, nothing compares to the real thing.
Fed up with stolen weekends and lonely nights, Mia flies to New York armed with a list of reasons why they should take the next step, but an unexpected guest in Lucas's apartment derails her plans. He’s been keeping secrets--worse, he claims he's happy with the way things are.
Without the magic of Paris, can their mismatched love survive?
Fed up with stolen weekends and lonely nights, Mia flies to New York armed with a list of reasons why they should take the next step, but an unexpected guest in Lucas's apartment derails her plans. He’s been keeping secrets--worse, he claims he's happy with the way things are.
Without the magic of Paris, can their mismatched love survive?