Peep Rep: Yee haw! How's she sending it?
Liza: Not sure...Oh I bet this is the book now.
Peep Rep: That does look like a book in it's saddle bag.
Liza: That's not where a saddle bag normally goes is it?
Peep Rep: There's nothing normal about that saddle bag.
Liza: Doesn't matter, the book made it here. Welcome The Melody in my Head, mind if I call you Mel?
Book: How about Melody? That's what my author calls me.
Liza: Books are getting more difficult than people. Sure, I'll call you Melody, but if I mistype it, the fault is yours.
Melody: I'm sure Nikki will fix them for you. She's good that way.
Liza: Hold on, your character is named Melody.
Liza: So it's confusing. Nope, you have to be MTB, Mel, or Head.
Book: Nikki is going to have make the call.
Liza: Peep Rep, jump on the horse and ask Nikki what the book shall be called.
Peep Rep: But then I'll miss the interview.
Liza: Not if you ride quickly. Otherwise, you can read my blog. *watches peep ride off* Let's get started on your interview. Tell me about yourself.
Book: This is Book 2 in the Love and Music in Texas series. Baby Stetson kicked off the series.
Liza: Yes I remember. Nikki came and interviewed her characters and sent me off so I wouldn't cause trouble. So now, I don't invite her, only her book so I CAN cause trouble.
Book: Now, my pages tremble.
Liza: Don't be scared. I like books. So tell me what happens in this book.
Book: Melody Roland is on the run from the one person she trusted completely. One who hid a dark past she could never have imagined. When a pregnant woman on the bus she's fleeing on goes into labor, Melody rushes to her aide. Now she finds herself stranded in a tiny remote town just off the highway, with no way to her original destination.
Liza: That's not good. How does she take this detour from plan.
Book: Not well. She's alone, on edge, and unsure who to trust. Her instincts scream to get far away and fast. But how and where?
Liza: *growls* I don't know. I haven't read the book yet.
Book: Let me continue. Jameson Grant struggles through the roughest year of his life. Suffering from the loss of his father, one grief stricken night, he made a mistake.
Liza: We all do.
Book: But his one cost him the only woman he's ever loved. Each lonely day he's faced with the constant reminders of how quick things can change. Throwing himself into the one thing he has left, his music, helps dull the pain he fights to keep hidden. His last salvation begins to crumble as things spiral out of control and he has no choice but to face the 'music' of his past.
Liza: We all have to face those moments. Does Melody help him through it.
Book: Honestly, the last thing he needs or wants in his life is a woman with more trouble on her heels than the best of country music lyrics.
Liza: Wow, that's a lot of trouble. Country women in songs don't just carve their initials in leather seats, the actually call on hurricanes to murder men they don't like.
Book: Yes, but Melody sings a siren's call within him that can't be ignored.
Liza: So what happens. Does she drive a chevy over him?
Book: No. Jameson and Melody bond in ways stronger than either could have imagined.
Liza: But....there has to be be a but.
Book: There is. But one dangerous person from her past may threaten it all...
Liza: By causing her to flee?
Book: Exactly and Jameson doesn't have much time to convince her to stay, and that some love songs last an eternity.
Book: And make you growl again? No way!
Liza: You sound really good. May I peek beneath your covers and read a bit?
Book: Only if you call me by my full name.
Liza: *Sighs* The Melody in my Head, may I please peek inside your covers?
The Melody in My Head: Very well, but stay up front, no dog earing and don't break my spine.
Liza: I did mention I like books, right? I've no idea why you'd think I'd harm you....Although my father was a spine breaker. He'd not only lay an open book face down on the table, but he put his plate of food on top of it.
TMIMH: Oh my! *Pages flutter* Horse, come back please!
Liza: Well, let's check out a piece until the horse arrives.
Jameson set the bag on the table and followed the sound. Not only was she playing the guitar, but she was singing, too. She sat on the stool in the middle of the garage, wearing a white half sleeved shirt that showed enough skin to drive him crazy. She had her legs crossed and her hands gracefully strummed the strings.
She was beautiful. She seemed at ease, her eyelids half shut as she played her heart out with the song.
Jameson made sure to stay out of sight. She hadn't caught on that he was there yet, and if he made her aware of his presence, she might stop. He wanted to hear more. Good God, her hands on his guitar. He wanted those hands back on him.
When she finished playing, Jameson had to catch his breath before popping in, clapping and grinning.
She practically jumped from the stool and put that guitar down quick. “That was beautiful. I didn't realize you played!”
“Oh! Jameson, you startled me. I'm sorry, I had no idea you were home already. I couldn't help but pick up the guitar. I just, I felt compelled.” She was blabbering and apologizing for nothing. Jameson crossed the room, closing the distance between them and gathered her in his arms.
“Melody, why would you apologize? You keep doing that, and I can't understand why.” Jameson kissed her forehead, then threaded his fingers through her hair. She looked up at him with wide eyes. “I'm not mad at you, angel. I loved what you were playing.” He dipped his head and took her lips again, nibbling on the bottom one.
When he pulled away, he smiled. “Not to mention how hot it was to watch your hands move on my guitar. It made me think of a not to distant morning when your hands were doing something else.”
That got her to laugh as she leaned against him. “You crack me up, you know. Thank you for the
beautiful flowers and the card.”
“You're welcome. I just wanted to let you know how much I was thinking about you. I can't stop. You're in my head. I've got Melody in my head. Hey, that's a good song title. The Melody in my head.” She blushed and ducked away, but Jameson pulled her closer to him. “I love it when you blush. It's sexy.”
“You are determined to get me all flustered, aren't you?” she questioned with a smile.
Jameson shrugged, playing coy. “It's working quite well, I'd say. My master plan to woo and seduce you is playing out just fine.”
She raised a brow at him. “Oh, is that what it's all about?” Melody extracted herself from his arms and wagged a finger at him. “I should have known. You want me for my skills. I think I'll be taking them and going now...” She slowly backed away, watching him with a mischievous grin as her eyes lit up.
Jameson caught her at the door, pinning her to the wall. “You didn't get very far, did you?” He lowered his head, ready to devour her again. He teased her neck with kisses until she moaned.
“Looks like I won this round.”
Jameson laughed. “No I'm not. Come on, I have something for you.” He took her hand, leading her out of the garage. “Have you ever had a moonlit picnic?”
“Can't say that I have.”
“Well, there's a first time for everything, right? It's a little chilly outside, but if you're up for it, I'm game.”
Jameson pointed to the bag he'd brought. “The roof top, the stars, and this food awaits us.”
Melody nodded. “You make it so easy. You, the stars, and the roof. I don't know how I could say no.”
“That's what I was counting on.”
She put a hand on her hip and tried her hardest not to smile. “So you think you know what I'm going to say now, huh?”
“Not always. But see, I've worked my magic before with you and won, so … I had this hope.”
“Oh, now it's hope. Before it was counting on. You keep changing your story, Jameson.” She leaned over and kissed his cheek. Soft laughter escaped her lips.
***Liza: Oh, I'm definitely reading this!
Nikki Lynn Barrett
Peep Rep: I'm back Nikki say's she calls the book Melody.
Liza: *laughs* Too late. Interview is over.
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