Saturday, September 10, 2016

Beneath the Surface by Melynda Price - Exclusive Excerpt

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Release Date: September 13, 2016
Publisher: Montlake Romance

He was the last man she wanted to turn to for help. But when freelance journalist Quinn Summers uncovers a shocking secret with the potential to rock Washington, DC, she reluctantly finds herself on his doorstep. Someone intends to silence her forever, and Asher Tate may be all that’s standing between her and a vicious killer.

Overbearing, arrogant, and insanely hot, the ex-marine Special Forces officer turned mercenary for hire is no bodyguard—especially when it comes to the stubborn woman who sets his blood on fire as quickly as his temper. Quinn Summers is a powder keg of trouble just waiting for a match, and he isn’t surprised that the feisty beauty has made some dangerous enemies.

To survive, she’s going to have to play by his rules—and that means stepping into Asher’s world, where he controls the playing field. But in his fight to save Quinn’s life, he just might end up losing his heart…

Beneath the Surface by Melynda Price - Exclusive Excerpt

He probably shouldn’t have done that. Correction—he definitely shouldn’t have done that. Pulling Quinn into his arms and kissing her, even for an impulsive, chaste peck, was a mistake. Raw need roared through him like testosterone-fueled octane. Her light, floral shampoo reminded him of a field of wildflowers. He craved to bury his nose in those silky blonde strands and draw her scent deep into his lungs. The moment his lips had brushed her temple, he’d felt her flinch and quickly let her go. 

She hid her unease well, excusing herself to head back to the house for another beer. He doubted the others noticed, but her rejection was another stinging slap. He wondered if Quinn was like this with all men or just him—cool, reserved, and wary. Even knowing she needed to act the part, she seemed unable to tolerate his affection longer than a few minutes before coming up with an excuse to skitter away like a frightened doe. 

Admittedly, it unsettled him how easily he could pretend with her and how much he enjoyed the freedom the guise provided to touch her. This last week had been torture, and he wouldn’t think about how good, how right, it felt to have had her at his side since they’d gotten here. 

Flames shot up on the grill, the whoosh and hiss of frying burgers demanding his brother’s attention and thankfully taking the focus off of him. “Shit!” Jax cursed, turning back to the burning meat. He grabbed the water bottle and shook it. Swearing again, he handed it to Asher. “Go get me some water, will ya?” 


“Thanks.” He poured his beer on the flames, temporarily averting ruin. 

“You’re wasting good beer . . .” Fish complained. 

“Better than burning Mom’s burgers.” 

“Good point. Here.” Fish handed Jax his beer too, and returned to the lawn chair. 

Asher noticed him wince as he lowered himself down. “You all right?” 

“Yeah, just landed bad on my last ride is all. I’m fine.” 

Fish wouldn’t say so if he wasn’t. Before Asher could ask him about it, flames roared from the grill again. “For chrissake, how high is that thing turned up?” 

“Don’t you worry about it,” his brother shot back. “Just get me some water. I’m running out of beer.” 

Asher shook his head at the sorry burgers and walked toward the house. It was no use arguing with him. Jax was the most stubborn, bullheaded man he knew. If he wanted to be in charge of the grilling, then all the power to him. 

“Grab some more beers while you’re in there,” his brother called over his shoulder as Asher opened the patio door. 

He crossed the living room and was about to round the corner of the kitchen when the sound of his mother’s voice ground him to a halt. 

“So, tell us, how did you and Asher meet?” 

“Yes, tell us,” Kim added with conspiratorial excitement. “We’re dying to know how you managed to capture that man’s heart. He’s like the elusive white buffalo,” she laughed. 

For a moment, Asher considered taking pity on Quinn and saving her from the nosy twosome, but he wanted to hear what she said. They had her cornered in the kitchen. He could only imagine her deer-in-the-headlights look as her violet gaze darted around nervously, looking for the easiest escape route. 

“Umm . . .” He could hear the hesitation in her voice. “We met at my sister’s wedding. Asher was the best man and I was the maid of honor.” 

“And you took one look at each other and fell madly in love.” His mother, a hopeless romantic, hijacked Quinn’s story with her wishful thinking. 

Asher held back a sarcastic snort of laughter, the memory of that day an all-too-familiar reminder that Quinn’s bark was just as bad as her bite. 

“Something like that,” Quinn said evasively. “If you’ll excuse me, I think Asher is waiting for me.” 

“Let him wait,” his mother said dismissively. “I’ve been waiting his whole life for him to finally settle down and bring a woman home for us to meet.” 

“I’m the first?” 

He couldn’t decide if she sounded flattered or concerned about that little revelation. And why was the subject now suddenly turning to him, he’d like to know? If they didn’t tread lightly here, he was going to have to do some serious damage control where Quinn was concerned. 

His father obviously hadn’t let his mother in on the ruse, and he wished he would have. Asher knew how important it was to her that he meet someone and settle down. The last thing he wanted was to fill her with false hope, because he was fairly certain Quinn Summers was not his one true love—if such a thing even existed. His one true lust, perhaps . . . “

Author Biography
Melynda Price is a multi-published author of contemporary and paranormal romance. What Price enjoys most about writing is the chance to make her readers fall in love, over and over again. She cites the greatest challenge of writing is making the unbelievable believable, while taking her characters to the limit with stories full of passion and unique twists and turns. Salting stories with undertones of history whenever possible, Price adds immeasurable depth to amazingly well-crafted books.

She currently lives in Northern Minnesota with her husband and two children where she has plenty of snow-filled days to curl up in front of the fireplace with her Chihuahua and a hot cup of coffee to write.

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  1. Thank you for helping me celebrate the upcoming release of Beneath the Surface! ~Melynda

  2. It was nice to see the JRS blog post this morning and be introduced to Melynda's writing as I am a confirmed romantic suspense fan. Thanks for this post. I look forward to reading Beneath the Surface.


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