Excerpt: Love Strung by Jamie W. Matlock


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(The Love Series, #2)
By: Jamie W. Matlock
Publisher: Self-Published
Published: Jan. 21, 2015
Genre: New Adult Romance

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Country music hopeful, Kennedy Masters is a leap-before-you-look type of woman. Live in the moment, the here and now. That’s her policy – anything other than that is boring, and she’s never been particularly interested in boring. So, when she makes the irratic decision to join country music’s reigning star, Mick Callahan, on his tour bus after a show, she’s just living right up to her life’s motto.

The only problem? Her snap decision making lands her on the front page news and it’s for less than desireable reasons. Even worse is the fact that Mick decides she’s his next conquest, irratically announcing to the public that they’re engaged.

Her only option? Hiding out at the Callahan Ranch until the storm blows over – a decision that she’s not altogether pleased with, but one that she must follow considering the circumstances. When unexpected sparks fly upon meeting Mick’s mysterious older brother, Griff Callahan, Kennedy’s left sorting through matters of the heart – something that’s not exactly her forte.

And her career? Well, it’s been labeled TBD.

Kennedy must figure out a way to deal with her heart and her career, all while fighting her own feelings and fending off someone else’s.


“Did she ask you to come back here?” he questioned, followed by a very quick, “I didn’t think so.”He laid a hesitant hand on my stomach, running his fingertips along my skin. Even in his current state of anger he couldn’t keep his hands off of me. I smiled inwardly at the thought.After a lot of condescending grunting, eye rolling and the occasional attack on Mick’s character, I had a fairly good depiction of what was going on. Mick had decided – very uncharacteristically and very last minute – to fly back to Nashville to see me, and now that he was here and couldn’t get in touch with me, he was more than likely second-guessing his impulsive behavior.”She doesn’t have to answer to you either. Just because you’re a jerkoff and don’t care that your careless behavior has practically made her a prisoner in a stranger’s condo, doesn’t mean she has to sit on the sidelines of life and pine over you. She doesn’t even like you,” he seethed, apparently his ability to harness his frustrations quickly coming to a close.

“What? I’m just stating the obvious,” he pointed out. “Why don’t you ask her yourself?

She’s right here with me,” he said, unable to stop the triumphant grin from sweeping across his face. “At the bar going over a few things…” he said. “Whatever. Fuck off, Mick. Here she is.”

“No,” I mouthed, shaking my head vehemently back and forth.

“Just take it,” he whispered. “And enjoy.” His lips curled into a mischievous smile that I knew meant trouble.

“Huh?” I mumbled as he shoved the phone into my face. “Uh-oh-uh hello,” I said, clearing my throat as I attempted nonchalance.

“Kennedy, are you okay? He isn’t forcing himself on you in any way, is he?” he questioned, his concern filling my ears.

Far from it. “No, we-ahh-I just had some ideas about some bands that we might want to get into Callahan’s so we were ahh discussing that,” I rambled, unsure as to what to say. I shrugged over at Griff, frustrated at the loss of my prior ability to shoot from the hip.

“That job’s shit, Kennedy. No need for you to take it seriously when it’s temporary.”

I tried not to be irritated by his statement. For one, he’d been the one to offer the job and the day he had, he’d acted as if it was the best thing since sliced bread. And two, I kind of liked the position. I found it both fun and rewarding to find talented acts. I enjoyed the different flavors of music that each act brought to the table and I liked the idea of exposing talent that might otherwise stay hidden in someone’s garage.

“Whether you are under the impression that the job is unimportant or likewise means very little to me. Right now, it’s what’s paying the bills and putting food in my belly. So if I want to take it seriously, then I’ll damn well take it seriously,” I said, beyond perturbed. He could at least pretend to have sympathy for others. His assholeishness and weak backbone had landed me here, without a singing gig…with Griff’s hands down my pants. Oh Holy night! Griff had pushed my panties to one side, methodically dipping a finger inside me. I now wholly understood why he’d told me to enjoy it. And, since he’d already found my favorite spots earlier, he got right to the point this time.

“I didn’t mean to-”

“Look, whatever, Mick,” I snapped, throwing my head back on the pillow.

“Are you mad?” he questioned.

“M-m-mad?” I stammered, my brain a muddled mess.

Griff’s fingers worked expertly, making sure to spend added time when they happened upon a new spot that made me buckle beneath him. I felt a slow, sensual tightening stir in my lower belly. Grabbing at his hand, I sought to push it further inside me.

“Nevermind, you have every right to be mad. Look, I want to see you,” he said. “I came all this way…” he trailed off. “I’m heading out to the ranch to-ahh-meet up with Sutter, but I can swing by and pick you up along the way-”

“No,” I blurted out. Griff extracted my hand from down below, pinning my arm to my side before shooting me a look of warning. “What I mean is, there’s really no need. I’ll catch a ride with Griff when we’re done here.”

“You sure? I know how big of a dick he’s been to you. I really don’t mind. I’d be glad to, actually.”

“Yes, sure.”

I could feel my stomach tightening as my thighs clenched down over Griff’s hands. He brought his free hand up to instruct my thighs farther apart. I fumbled with the phone, searching desperately for the mute button. I found it, pressing the screen before clutching the device beneath my hand, my fingers clawing at the blanket.

“Come for me,” he mumbled, his sexy voice rolling over me.

I reached towards my orgasm, my body giving jolts of approval underneath his hand.

Sometime amongst my thrashing, I had hit the speaker option.

“Hello? Kennedy? Are you there?”

I stared up at Griff at a loss for words. A grin slid leisurely across his face. I pulled him to me, my lungs still working to regain a steady pace. “You sonofabitch,” I mumbled against his

“You better answer, Pretty Boy,” he said nodding towards the phone. He wiped an errant hair off of my face, his touch soft and tender, before he placed a kiss on my forehead. “He’s going to get upset if you ignore him.”

He nudged the side of my cheek with his nose, the gentle action so soon after orgasm lighting an internal flame that I quickly put out. No sense in getting all emotional when I had only made plans to taste the bacon, not order the whole pig.

“Ughh,” I groaned, un-pressing the mute option. “I’m sorry, Mick. I must’ve accidentally pressed the mute key.” It wasn’t a complete lie. “We shouldn’t be too much longer here,” I assured him, shrugging at the look Griff shot me.

“Okay, I’ve got a date planned.”

“Oh? A date?” I questioned, eyeing Griff.

I caught the fury behind his eyes just before he managed to mask it.

“Yes, a date,” Mick confirmed.

Griff made a show of bringing his hand to his mouth and dipping his finger inside, slowly sucking on it. I was flabbergasted. “Griff,” I gasped, unable to contain my outburst as I slapped at his wrist. He caught my hand with his, another mischievous grin sliding onto his face.

“Are you listening to me, Kennedy? What’s going on?” Mick questioned, the tone of his voice tilting upward into concern.

“Nothing, I’m sorry,” I said, fumbling for an excuse. I didn’t find one so I rushed to fill his mind with something else. “We’ll be there soon and we’ll talk about the date,” I said, ending the conversation before flinging Griff’s phone at him.

“That was the meanest, most erotic thing that anyone has ever done to me,” I confessed, unable to hide my blush.

“Stay tuned. I’ve got more plans in store for you,” he said smiling, pulling me into his chest. He rolled over on top of me, his arousal pressing into my stomach. “And I’ll be damned if you’re going on a date with Mick,” he growled.

“It’s not like I want to, but short of telling him that I’m interested in you, I don’t see any way out of it,” I countered.

“Over my un-erect, dead body.”

Oh boy. I had a feeling the shit was about to hit the fan.


Jamie W. Matlock is the author of The Love Series, which includes Love Aced & Love Strung. Bored with punching a clock and watching dust collect on the frame of her marketing degree, she decided to turn her lifelong hobby into a career and hasn’t looked back since.

Known for mixing both humor and drama into her novels, she likes for her readers to experience a gamut of emotions while enjoying one of her stories. She’s also a sucker for flawed protagonists, strong male characters and incredible sex scenes, so be on the lookout for all three in each of her novels.

Outside of writing, you can find her spending time with her family, yelling at a television screen during sporting events, nursing her coffee addiction and coupling a good book with a glass of wine.

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6 Thoughts on “Excerpt: Love Strung by Jamie W. Matlock

  1. Thanks for hosting today, Kristin! 🙂

  2. I am always looking for new authors to read. Your book sounds like the kind I enjoy.

  3. SHELLEY S on 12 March, 2015 at 10:45 pm said:


  4. This sounds like a lovely read, and like a good romance.

  5. Thank you for the introduction! This is new to-me author, but I’m already liking what I read. I need to check book 1. Thank you for sharing the excerpt.

  6. Betul E. on 18 March, 2015 at 5:03 pm said:

    Sounds really good!

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