Book Blitz for Melanie Harlow’s Floored + Excerpt + Contest!

How have I never read Melanie Harlow  before?! 😯 I LOVE her voice! I’m nearly done with Floored and I’ve been giggle snorting and wincing and sighing. It’s funny and hot. As soon as I finish Floored I NEED to read the rest of the Frenched books. Though honestly, I’m not feeling too-too lost, 😛 I just want to know more about her friends stories too. But, anyways, if you’re a fan of romance and humor and smoking hot smexy times read Melanie Harlow!

Enjoy the yummy excerpt. 😉

(((hugs))) Kat

The Queen of Tarts



Floored (Frenched, #3)Floored

Series: Frenched #3 |
Release date: February 5th 2015 |
Genre: Romance |
Format: eBook |


Erin Upton is too embarrassed to tell the cops what she was really doing while her townhouse was burglarized, especially since the first officer on the scene is former nuisance next door Charlie Dwyer. Where’s the justice in the world when a neighborhood know-it-all grows up to be six-foot-three inches of solid muscle with gorgeous green eyes and a slow, sexy please-arrest-me-now-officer smile? It’s bad enough she’s wearing her robe and slippers—did he have to notice her fuzzy hand cuffs on the bathroom sink?
He’s arrogant as he ever was, which is fine by her—she’s too busy with her dance studio’s grand opening to make time for a man. But they keep crossing paths, and
when Charlie offers to help her put in new flooring at the studio one night, things go from hammering nails to hammering each other in a hurry. And about those hand cuffs…
They agree it’s a one-time thing. But when that becomes a two-time thing, then a three-time thing, Erin starts to wonder if maybe she and Charlie could be a life-time thing. Her best friends Mia and Coco found love in unexpected places. Is it finally her turn?

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Frenched Series

Frenched (Frenched, #1)
Book 1 click for more


Yanked (Frenched, #1.5)
Book 1.5 click for more
Forked (Frenched, #2)
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by Melanie Harlow

“Wait a minute.” I shoved Charlie in the chest, and even though it was like a ladybug trying to budge a giant sequoia, he was gentlemanly enough to take a step back. “No.”

His eyebrows raised. “No?”

I hopped off the island. “No. You said last night we were just going to be friends.” I struggled to breathe—it was like he’d knocked the wind out of me.

“We are friends.”

“Then what is this?” I gestured to the clothing on my kitchen floor.

“You don’t want this?”
“I didn’t say that.”

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A pause. And since he wasn’t that much of a gentleman, I knew what I had to do.

I took off running.

He chased me through the dining room and front room to the bottom of the staircase, where he finally snared me with an arm around my waist. I did my best to try to scramble up the steps, but it was like spinning tires in the snow. Charlie easily overpowered me, subduing me with his strength, his will, his size. He spun me around to face him and set me down on the stairs, looming over me, one hand braced on a step above my head. I’d left one little light on in the front hall, a wall sconce that burned low, leaving half his face in shadow.

I glared up at him, breathing hard. Then I grabbed his head and pulled his lips to mine, thrusting my tongue into his mouth. My heart thumped with alternating beats of anger and arousal. How dare he show up like this? How dare he tell me he couldn’t stop thinking about me? How dare he chase me and throw me down like I was his plaything?

Confession: I loved it. Loved the antagonism between us, the hunt, the capture, the game. Loved that the spark between us hadn’t died. In a twisted way, I even loved the contention in my own head, my conscience arguing with my id.

This is wrong.

Please. Can you not?

You need to stop.

No fucking way. This is happening.

Tell him to leave.

I can’t talk right now.

Tell him you don’t want this. You’re not like this.

But I do. I am.

He’s using you.

Fuck off. We’re using each other.

This isn’t one of your fantasies, Erin. It’s real.

That’s why it’s so good.

But someone will get hurt. It’s inevitable.

I let go of his head and opened my mouth, words of defiance on my tongue. He placed a hand on my breast, squeezing it hard, claiming it, daring me to refuse him. It felt so good, I hesitated. Closed my eyes. Arched my back.

He put his finger over my lips, and I understood without being told, without even looking at him, what he was saying. Don’t speak. Just let me.

Oh God, I wanted to let him. I wanted to let myself. There were so many reasons to put a stop to this, and only one reason to keep going.

But it was a really, really good reason.


2015 © Melanie Harlow

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Melanie Harlow likes her martinis dry, her lipstick red, and her history with the naughty bits left in. She lifts her glass to readers and writers from her home near Detroit, MI.

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Two (2) Signed Paperback Sets (Frenched, Forked & Floored),

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14 Replies to “Book Blitz for Melanie Harlow’s Floored + Excerpt + Contest!”

  1. I haven’t read these … YET! On my list and this might be the blog that pushes them to the top of the pile! Thanks for the great excerpt!

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