Monday, June 07, 2021

ROCK IT TO THE MOON

ROCK IT TO THE MOON

 


Book One, ROCKED BY GRACE, is on sale for 99¢.

Book Two, ROCKED BY LOVE, is on sale for $1.99.

Book Four, ROCK OF SALVATION, is up for pre-order.

 

Tagline ~ She’s given her life up for others. Maybe Dex’s form of chaos is just what she needs.

Amazon:  https://mybook.to/RockItToTheMoon

Barnes & Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/rock-it-to-the-moon-m-j-schiller/1138568689

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/rock-it-to-the-moon

iTunes: https://books.apple.com/us/book/rock-it-to-the-moon/id1548341149

 

Blurb ~

 

While love had come to some of the other members of Just Short Of Chaos, Dex Rogan had no interest in getting tangled up in that mess. That is, until he stumbled upon Tatum backstage.

Before Tatum, I would have told you love was for chumps. But I would have been wrong. The moment I saw her, it was like BAM! This driving urge to be with her was more jarring than someone smacking me in the face with my drumsticks would be. And every moment since has just solidified her place in my heart. By the time I found out she was off limits, it was too late. I was all in.

Tatum Salvetti doesn’t have time for love. If it can’t be color-coded or found on the periodic table, she doesn’t need it. But when an ugly incident drives her into Dex’s arms, she’s shaken enough to step out of character for once.

I wasn’t looking for love that night, I was looking to escape, and Dex was the perfect distraction from my train wreck of a life. …He was perfect, period.

But I’m in astrophysics. I’m not stupid. I knew it wasn’t going anywhere. Even if he wasn’t just interested in a one night stand, we wouldn’t be able to hide a relationship from Zane. My brother seemed to still think of me as the ten-year-old he met when our parents wed. Well, it wasn’t any ten-year-old girl in Dex Rogan’s bed that night, and if Zane found out about it, he would go apeshit. I was trying to get away from chaos, not create it.

Tatum has sacrificed her whole life for others. But maybe this time she could think of her own desires. Could Dex’s brand of chaos be just what she needs?

 

Excerpt~

The more I talked, the angrier she got. I scrambled. “Anyway, Zane won’t be looking to hook up with anyone tonight.”

She studied me without saying anything at first. “Is that what you’re doing? Looking to hook up with someone?” She lifted her chin, biting off her words. Would have seemed tough if she weren’t trembling against me, which was a huge turn-on and a source of encouragement. I placed my forearm on the wall above her head, leaning in even closer.

Jericho. Jericho.

“Baby, I haven’t had a clue what I was doing since I laid eyes on you.” It would have been slick if it weren’t for the tightness in my voice.

She swallowed. “Is that so?”

God, she was beautiful. That feistiness fighting through her fear. Because I could tell her nervousness had escalated to something closer to panic. I didn’t sense that she was scared of me, because she made no attempt to stop me. But the things I was doing were throwing her. Good. Maybe that’s what I needed her to be. Off-kilter. I pinched her chin lightly, tilting her head a little more. Even her neck drove me crazy, the skin there begging to be kissed. I ran the pad of my thumb along her lips. I had no idea what I was doing. Or what she was doing to me. I looked back and forth between her eyes. “That’s so.” I slowly moved my lips toward hers, giving her ample opportunity to pull away, reject me, but if anything she came closer. Her quick, heated breaths warmed my skin and made my mouth twitch.

“Wha-what are you doing?”

My eyelids lowered as I focused on her lips. “Kissing you, I think.”

  

Bio ~


M.J. Schiller is a lunch lady/romance-romantic suspense writer. She enjoys writing novels whose characters include rock stars, desert princes, teachers, futuristic Knights, construction workers, cops, and a wide variety of others. In her mind everybody has a romance. She is the mother of a twenty-two-year-old and three twenty-year-olds. That's right, triplets! So having recently taught four children to drive, she likes to escape from life on occasion by pretending to be a rock star at karaoke. However…you won’t be seeing her name on any record labels soon. 

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