Welcome to my tour stop on the All Over You Blog Tour! Today, Ayden has a brand new excerpt and teasers for us!
Ivy Kendall's only plan for
her life was to teach, but then it all fell apart...
When Rory Clark disappears from UCLA after a lengthy online relationship with a
"catfish" pretending to be Ivy, the sassy former model turned
kindergarten teacher is forced to dive headfirst into the mystery in order to
clear her name. The catfishing phenomenon meets good, old-fashioned police work
when Cameron Lewis, a bossy San Francisco detective with a dominant streak,
offers to help her uncover the awful truth about her stolen identity and Rory's
They've barely scratched the
surface when Ivy is charged with a murder she swears she didn't commit.
As the evidence against her piles up and the intense attraction between her and
Cameron deepens, Ivy wants nothing more than to lean on the tattooed detective.
He's already seen her at her worse. Now she has to find the courage to trust
him with her heart. But how can she when she's terrified doing so will
ruin his career?
Her greatest fear becomes
reality when the ugly truth is revealed and their lives come tumbling down
Betrayed by the one person she never suspected, Ivy makes a reckless decision
that puts her in the sights of a murderer and jeopardizes Cameron's career. He
will do whatever it takes to save the woman he loves...even if that means
becoming a killer himself.
Will he be
able to reach her before it's too late, or will Rory's catfish take more than
just one life?
All Over You is a
completely standalone sister novel to the All
Falls Down duo, intended for
readers aged 18 and over.
"Hi," I squeak,
not sure what else to say to him.
"Hi?" He blinks
his eyes slowly, long lashes momentarily obscuring the stormy gray before they
pop open and fixate on me again.
"What are you doing
Clearly, that's the wrong
question to ask him. He opens his mouth, closes it, and then gently yanks me
forward by my arm. I topple into his chest with a little cry of alarm, quickly
silenced as his mouth crashes down on mine, stealing my breath. I don't mean to
kiss him back, really, I don't, but I can't stop myself. A guttural groan rips
from deep within his chest, and then my hands are in his hair, holding him to
me as he devours my mouth.
Little, punishing bites to
my bottom lip set off a series of detonations in my lower belly. The painful
knots vanish, replaced by liquid flame. Cam pulls me closer, one hand on my
nape, angling my head as he plunges his tongue into my mouth, claiming me in
the middle of the UCLA campus. Another deep groan vibrates in his chest as my
tongue twines with his. He tastes like mint and cherries, a combination quickly
unraveling me. My body aches, screaming to feel his big hands on my naked
I want him. For his sake, I
shouldn't, but I do. So much it's killing me.
"Please," I beg,
not even sure what I'm asking for as he pulls back to nibble on my bottom lip again.
I push myself closer, until the hard ridge of his erection presses into my
mumbles, his hand now fisted in my ponytail while the other roves over my ass.
A sharp whistles sounds from
"I got next!"
someone shouts. "We'll take turns tapping that fine ass."
someone else says, laughing loudly. "I'd fuck the bitch right here."
In a blink, Cam's mouth is
gone from mine. He jerks me behind him, hiding me from sight as he spins on the
group of guys cheering and making disgusting comments a few paces away. All I
can see past his broad shoulders are snatches of hair and body parts.
"What the fuck did you
just say?" he snarls.
The group falls quiet as if
sensing the menace rolling from him. His muscles are bunched, his feet planted
and his hands clenched. Violence hangs thick in the air around him,
unmistakable in its intensity. One wrong word, and he's going to seriously hurt
"Cam," I murmur,
placing my hand on his back. "It's okay."
He shrugs me off and points
at the clustered group. "You don't ever talk about a woman like
that," he says, voice deathly quiet. "Especially not my woman, you
My heart flutters when he
calls me his woman. I like the sound
of that. A lot.
"He's a cop," one
of the guys whispers, obviously noticing the badge hanging from a chain around
"Sorry, dude," another
one mutters. "We were just kidding."
Cam ignores the platitude,
homing in on the guy who spoke first. "You treat women with respect. And
you mind your own fucking business when you see one kissing her boyfriend, not
make fucked up comments about joining in. Get the fuck out of here before I
take your sorry ass in for sexual harassment."
We stand in silence as the
group hurries away, subdued. When they're lost to sight, the sound of their
footsteps completely faded, Cam still doesn't turn around to face me. I
contemplate touching him again, and quickly decide against it. He's furious,
and I know damn well all of that anger isn't because some idiot offered to fuck
me on the sidewalk. He's mad―livid―at
"I'm sorry," I
My apology seems to break
the spell holding him in thrall. He spins to face me, his cheeks flushed with
anger. His eyes snap as he looks at me, fury roiling in the depths again. I
expect him to yell at me for running off, but he doesn't. His gaze flits across
my face, softening incrementally, and then he grabs my arm in a gentle vise.
"Let's go," he
barks, already striding away.
And I want to go with him.
Regardless of what the desire says about me, I think I'd follow him to hell
itself, especially when he looks at me with his eyes a contradiction of hard
and soft, and snaps orders like he fully expects me to obey. Like he's used to
being obeyed without question or complaint. His confidence is sexy as all hell.
"No," I say anyway,
planting my feet and resisting so he either has to drag me with him or stop
walking. As pissed off as he is though, he's not the kind of guy who would drag
me away kicking and screaming.
He stops and turns to me.
Something familiar flares in his eyes. Desire.
A predatory gleam lurks there, dilating his pupils. I think it turns him on
when I disobey him.
"Don't fuck with me
right now, kitten," he warns, his voice a low rumble. "I'm about two
seconds from pulling my dick out right here on the sidewalk, regardless of
God help me, but this man is
going to be my undoing.
I lick my suddenly dry lips,
instantly drawing his gaze to my mouth.
mouth," he groans and then tugs on my arm again as if to get me moving.
"Unless I'm under
arrest, I'm not going with you," I tell him, squaring my jaw.
His gaze drifts upward.
"I should arrest you," he mutters. "At least then your ass would
stay where I tell you to."
I narrow my eyes at him.
"Don't look at me like
that. You ran off to Los Angeles alone, kitten. I'm so pissed, I want to bend
you over and spank your ass right here."
About the Author
in the heart of Arkansas with her childhood sweetheart/husband of twelve years,
and their five furry minions. When not writing, she spends her time hiking,
reading, volunteering, causing mischief, and building a Spork army. Ayden
graduated summa cum laude with her Bachelor of Science degree in
Criminal Justice and Forensic Psychology in 2009 before going on to complete
her graduate degree in CJ and Law. She currently puts her education to use in
the social services and CJ field.
Ayden also writes Young and New Adult fantasy under the penname A.K. Morgen.