Unridden Excerpt 3

UNRIDDEN eBOOK AVAILABLE MAY 26th from Linden Bay and MBaM Excerpt PG17 “You wanna go over the notes we made in your book some more?” “No,” she answered Mustang simply, noticing Slade’s eyes rarely left her. Mustang ran a hand down her arm. “Why not? Because of what I said? I told you I don’t know what the hell I’m talking about when it comes to romance novels. Don’t listen to me.” She scowled. “No, you’re right. It stinks.” “It doesn’t stink. It just…” Jenna interrupted Mustang. “It doesn’t matter because even if I can come up with a better story idea and get it written before the deadline, you still said the sex sucks.” “You said the sex sucks?” Slade accused Mustang. Looking uncomfortable, Mustang turned to Slade. “I didn’t say that.” “But it’s what you meant.” Jenna pouted. “No, it wasn’t.” He shook his head. “It’s okay, Mustang, it’s true.” Jenna sighed again. “My sex scenes are boring.” “I wouldn’t say boring…” Mustang began. “No, it’s fine. That is exactly what one reviewer wrote. Boring.” Jenna snorted out a bitter laugh. Mustang ran a finger up and down her arm until she looked at him again. “Not boring. […]

UNRIDDEN EXCERPT #1

UNRIDDENStuds in Spurs, Book 1 Excerpt (G) “So? What did you think?” Much like an accused man watches the faces of the jury returning with a verdict, Jenna Block held her breath as she studied her literary agent’s expression and tried to determine the answer to her question. Marge Collins of the Collins Agency had a reputation for not pulling any punches. Swallowing hard, Jenna guessed Marge’s tightly pursed lips and hesitation were not good signs. She had a feeling her delicate writer’s ego was about to get a lesson in humility. The manuscript sat on the desk between them like an eight-hundred-pound gorilla. Her agent sighed. Another bad sign. Suddenly feeling like a child seated in front of the wide desk, Jenna straightened her spine. Was her chair lower than Marge’s? That sneaky, power-grabbing ploy on the part of her agent wouldn’t surprise Jenna one little bit. Marge peered over top of her reading glasses. “Jenna, there’s really no market for straight contemporaries right now.” Jenna frowned, confused. She’d assumed the sale of this book would be a slam dunk. “There was a market last year when you sold my last straight contemporary. In fact, you had no trouble […]