Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Beachwood Bay cover reveals!

I'm so excited to share the brand new covers for the series! I think they're the perfect match for the emotion
and romance of the stories, so if you haven't checked them out yet, here's your chance!

Check out the series with these novellas - NOW FREE!

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"Sizzling hot and super emotional - the perfect combo!"
- New York Times and USA Today bestselling Lauren Blakely

Each Beachwood Bay love story can be read as standalone or as part of the series.     
Fall in love with The Callahans and the small town of Beachwood Bay.

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  “Mom always told me there are two kinds of love in this world: the steady breeze, and the hurricane. Emerson Ray was my hurricane…” After four years away, Juliet is back in Beachwood Bay — but her old love is determined to rekindle their passion.
       AmazonBarnes & Noble iTunes

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Years ago, Brit and Hunter shared one life-changing night together,
but Brit walked away before he could break her heart.
Now Hunter's back in town, their reckless passion can't be ignored.
But will dark secrets tear apart their new beginning?

                                                    AmazonBarnes & NobleiTunes

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Carina McKenzie is fleeing from her past. Garrett Sawyer isn’t 
looking to be to be anyone’s savior.
Together, they might just heal old wounds and build a new future together.


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One week with a rock-star: no rules, no limits…
Trying to get over her unrequited love,
Alicia accepts rock-star Dex Callahan’s sexy deal.
But when the week is up, will their passion survive?

                                                                               AmazonBarnes & NobleiTunes

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No more bad boys. Tegan Callahan isn’t looking for love -- but Ryland James is looking for her. He’s everything she doesn’t want,   but he might just be exactly what she needs.

Thursday, October 23, 2014

Dirty Dancing series cover reveals!

Aren't they gorgeous? I'm in love!

The DIRTY DANCING series is a 3-part serial releasing just a few weeks apart throughout November. Here's the blurb for #1, FIRST POSITION:

A woman dances the same way she fucks.

Soft and self-conscious; lithe and graceful. Or wild. Passionate.


It’s not just women either. If you want to know how a man will perform between the sheets, just take him to the nearest dance floor. You’ll learn everything you need to know. His stamina, his rhythm, the slow grind of his hips. Some people are born to it, others learn through years of careful study.

And dancers? We fuck best of all.

Our bodies are our instruments, and we use them in a symphony of pure pleasure. We know just how far to push you, the breathless pacing of true art. The rise and fall that will make you beg for mercy; the ache of satisfaction when we give it to you hard and strong.

Dancing is the ultimate in sensual pleasure, a timeless erotic ritual that needs no words.

I thought I knew what it was like to dance with a skilled partner, a woman who could match my every step. My drive.

My passion.

Then I met her.

Every step she takes conjures wild, dark fantasies in my mind. Every sway of those hips demands satisfaction. My hands on her body. Her lips parted in the sweet gasp of release. Easing those sweet thighs apart and sinking inside deep her, inch by ravenous inch.

Her innocence is intoxicating. My lust is fierce. Primal.

To watch her dance is to know the torment of true temptation.

She will be mine.

You can preorder all three books EXCLUSIVELY at iBooks right now: 

I can't wait!
xo Melody

Wednesday, May 21, 2014


I'm so excited for you to meet Dex and Alicia!

Amazon UK:

From USA Today bestselling author Melody Grace comes a sizzling new spin-off from her hit series. It's time to meet the Callahans...

You can be anyone for a night... 

Alicia isn't the kind of girl to kiss a total stranger up against the wall -- no matter how devastatingly sexy he is. But reeling from a broken heart, she runs straight into the arms of Dex Callahan: rock star, bad boy, and the most seductive man she's ever known.

Dex is looking for distraction, at any price. The innocent redhead is just what he needs to keep his demons at bay -- but one taste of her sweetness isn't enough. He needs to possess her, body and soul.

Two searching hearts. One night to discover the passion of a lifetime. Dex is determined to show Alicia the pleasure she's been denied, but can she let go of her heartache and take a risk on the unknown? Find out in the sizzling new novella from USA Today bestselling author, Melody Grace!

*This book contains adult situations and explicit content. 17+*

Author's note: UNREQUITED is the beginning of a new chapter in the Beachwood Bay series. It can be read as a stand-alone story, but you'll enjoy reading the other books, too.

Sunday, May 4, 2014

Double cover reveal!


I'm so excited, today I get to share not one, but TWO hot, amazing covers for my upcoming books! UNREQUITED and UNINHIBITED are the start of a new chapter in the Beachwood Bay series, introducing The Callahans -- a sexy new family with all kinds of secrets :) Starting with Dex Callahan, bad boy rock-star who we caught a glimpse of at the end of the last book. I know you will love him just as much as I do! 

What do you think? I'm swooning over here! It was an amazing photoshoot, and the models really brought Dex and Alicia's intense connection to life.

UNREQUITED (novella) will be released on May 22nd. Pre-order now for amazon and iTunes
UNINHIBITED (full-length novel) will be released July 21st. Pre-order now for iTunes!

Here's the blurb for UNREQUITED:

Just one night…
Alicia isn’t the kind of girl to kiss a total stranger up against the wall -- no matter how devastatingly sexy he is. But reeling from a broken heart, she runs straight into the arms of Dex Callahan: rock star, bad boy, and the most seductive man she’s ever known.

Dex is looking for distraction, at any price. The innocent redhead is just what he needs to keep his demons at bay -- but one taste of her sweetness isn’t enough. He needs to possess her, body and soul.

Two searching hearts. One night to discover the passion of a lifetime. Dex is determined to show Alicia the pleasure she’s been denied, but can she let go of her heartache and take a risk on the unknown? Find out in the sizzling new novella from USA Today bestselling author, Melody Grace!
*This book contains adult situations and explicit content. 17+*

And don't worry -- there will still be appearances from the characters you've come to know and love, but these books mark a new beginning, so if you haven't read any of the series yet, it's the perfect place to dive in!


Saturday, March 15, 2014

Unbroken sale!

To celebrate the anniversary of UNBROKEN, I'm throwing a sale! Like a party, but with bargain books :)

***ON SALE FOR 99 CENTS for one week only!***

Barnes & Noble:
Amazon UK:

One week only!

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

What Unbroken means to me….

Hey guys,

Celebrating the one-year anniversary of my publication, I thought I’d do something different. Unbroken, Unafraid, Unconditional -- the titles of my Beachwood Bay books are connected to the characters and plot of each novel, but they’re also concepts that mean a lot to me in my life. So, I’d like share a few stories with you of experiences I’ve gone through, and ways that these words have been significant to me. I hope you enjoy them, and learn a little more about me.


‘Unbroken’ is a beautiful word. It implies wholeness, but more than that, something resilient; standing strong against the storm. For Emerson and Juliet, those storms are the forces that try to tear their relationship apart, but the truth is that for me, one of the hardest challenges I ever faced was remaining unbroken in myself; my own spirit, my dreams, my identity.

I was bullied in school. Not just from time to time, but pretty much consistently between the ages of seven and seventeen. I had the misfortune of being smart, a bookworm with big glasses and a fuzzball of hair I’d yet to figure out how to tame. I was different, I wasn’t pretty, and in school, there’s no greater crime for a girl. They called me names, ridiculed me whenever I spoke up in class (and then, when I stopped that, they carried on all the same). Jokes about how ugly I was, how weird, how repulsive, how it was the worst imaginable fate for me to even have a crush on someone. There were petty teen girl gossip games, and the threat of violence from boys who would bombard me with spitballs through every class, and hurl books at me if I ventured to my lockers unaccompanied.

Alone, these things may not strike you as too bad, but it’s the relentless misery of it that was so exhausting to me. A long decade of abuse and ridicule, of being teased and taunted and excluded. A war of attrition, getting up every day knowing that school will be a battle, coming home and crying almost every night. Death by a thousand paper cuts.

Worst of all was the loneliness. I would have periods blending into the crowd, tagging along on the edges of a group or social circle, but through it all, I felt so dreadfully alone. I wasn’t like the kids around me, my mind worked in a different way. I wasn’t interested in drinking and hooking up with guys, I didn’t fit with the Church groups, and I wasn’t a sci-fi engineering geek like the group of nerdy guys who hid out together in the library at lunch. I was out of step with everyone around me, and it was hard for me to imagine a time when I would be free from the judgment and loneliness and every-day humiliations.

But I did. I imagined, I dreamed. About sunshine and blue skies, happiness, and success. I daydreamed a million other lives for myself, and I clung to that vision of some future life with everything I had, keeping my head down against the abuse, working hard, scribbling stories and poems in my notebooks in the back of classes I knew better than to speak up in. I would get out, to a good college. I would find people like me. I would make it so that lonely teenage girl hadn’t suffered in vain.
I would make it all worthwhile somehow.

I wish I could go back in time show that lonely, sad girl what the future has in store for her. That one day, she’d be sitting in a sun-drenched apartment in California, writing books and sharing her stories with the world. That there would be a time when she wakes up every day, feeling happy, and free, and loved.

I’m not saying it was easy. It’s been a long road to get me here. I’ve been rejected, and disheartened; seen friendships build and crumble, faced stress and financial pressures, but none of them dented my resolve. I told myself, the worst was over. If I could survive that, then I could face anything.

I see now, how those years shaped me. When you’re under attack every day for the simple fact of being yourself, you can choose one of two paths. You can change, hide, strip away everything that makes you unique to try and blend into the crowd. I understand it, I saw other kids do just the same. Anything to make it through. But I couldn’t. If I was going to be abused, then I would have to love myself enough to balance it out. I became strong because I had no other choice, and that strength has stayed with me, through everything else the world has thrown at me since. For that, I will always be grateful.

People have asked why I’m making such a big event of the Unbroken anniversary, and the first year of the Beachwood Bay novels. I’ve written other books, and series are released all the time. Well, part of it is that I’m proud of the books, and it’s so much fun to celebrate them with you readers; to share pics, and favorite scenes, and relive the heartbreak and passion. But part of it is a celebration for me too – for the girl I used to be, and everything I’ve overcome to be here. I’m not just celebrating the books, but all the blessings they’ve brought into my life. It means so much to me because for many years, the vision of this life that I dreamed about – one filled with friendship, and creativity, and independence – was the one thing that kept me unbroken in the face of my own storms.

I’m so happy to be here, on the other side, sharing my stories with all of you. 



Thursday, February 27, 2014

Unconditional excerpt!

Wow, time flies, it feels like only yesterday I was sitting down to start writing this book, and now it's just two weeks until publication!

I've been run off my feet moving apartments, and preparing for the big launch. Here's a sexy little excerpt to get you in the mood!


A noise comes. A shadow rears up in the dark. I scream.

            “What the hell?”

            Panic claws my chest and I scream again, reaching blindly for something to fight him off. Squatters and junkies and all kinds of dangerous men fill my mind as my hand closes around something solid on the hall table and I swing with everything I’ve got.

            “Goddamn!” The figure reels back, stumbling against the wall.

            “Get away from me!” I cry, shaking. My heart is racing so fast I think it might beat right out of my chest. I grip the object in my hand tighter. “Don’t touch me!”

            “I’m not trying to touch you!” the man roars, angry. “I just want to know what you’re doing breaking into my goddamn house!”

            The light flips on. I reel back, blinded by the sudden glare, but as the daze clears and my eyes flick back into focus, I see the man in front of me for the first time.

            I stop breathing.

            He’s half-naked, that’s the first thing I notice. Jesus, his body is like nothing I’ve ever seen before: tanned bronze and chiseled like a Greek god, but not like the guys I’ve dated, all waxed and pumped from hours at a fancy gym. This guy is real, raw, all muscle and power, with a web of dark tattoos snaking over the bicep of his right arm. I feel a flush roll through me, hot with prickling awareness, but I can’t look away as I take in his tight, sculpted six-pack abs, and the trail of dark hair leading down to the waistband of his navy briefs…

            “Don’t mind me, darlin’,” his voice comes. “Any time you’re done looking…”

            I snap my eyes up to his face, blushing. Then I look at him for real and it all clicks into place.

            “Oh.” My heart clenches in my chest as I recognize him for the first time. “It’s you.”

            Unshaven face. Messy bronzed bed-head hair. And a pair of stormy ocean-blue eyes scowling at me like I’m the last person on earth he wants to see.

            And, I can say, the feeling is entirely mutual.

            “It’s me,” Garrett Sawyer agrees in a low, Southern drawl. He strides over and snatches the vase from my hand, setting it down on the table with a thud. “Now, you want to tell me what the hell you’re doing creeping around my house at three in the goddamn morning?”

             I catch my breath, the flush of desire mingling with irritation. I nearly had a heart attack trying to get in here, and he’s the one with an attitude?

            “It’s not your house,” I snap, my heart still racing. “It’s mine.”

            “Well, if you wanna get technical, it belongs to Emerson,” Garrett corrects me, glaring. “But I’m the only one here with permission to stay.”

            “Why do you need a place?” I try to pull myself together, smoothing back my hair and yanking down my dress. “Don’t you live above that dirty old bar?”

            “Nah.” Garrett paces closer, his full lips stretching into a lazy grin. “Usually I just go straight out back and roll around in the filth like a pig.”

            His smile is heart-stopping, a whiskey smile, honeyed and dangerous and just inches away from me now. Despite my irritation, I feel another wave of heat roll through me, automatically rising to his nearness like a magnet spinning off its axis to find true north.


            I ignore the kick of my pulse and fold my arms across my chest. “You’re disgusting,” I retort, ignoring the shiver in my bloodstream.

            “And you’re trespassing.” His gaze hungrily drifts over my body. I glance down, and see the rip has torn the skirt to the top of my thigh. I blush, yanking it shut.

            “Look, I’m tired, OK?” I exclaim, self-conscious. “I’ve been driving all night, I didn’t know anyone would be here. I just need a place to sleep. Can we save all your territorial bullshit for the morning?”

            Garrett raises an eyebrow at me, like he’s amused. I brace myself for more arguing, but instead, he gives a casual shrug. “Why not?”

            I exhale with relief. “I’ve got a suitcase out front,” I tell him.

            He smirks. “Then you better go get it. Spare bedroom upstairs, I’m sure you know the way.”

            My mouth drops open, but before I can complain, there’s a noise from above us.

            “Garrett?” a female voice sounds, and then a woman appears at the top of the stairs. She’s wearing an oversized T-shirt that barely skims her tanned thighs, her dark hair mussed up, makeup smudged around her eyes. “What’s going on?”

            “Nothing, honey,” Garrett calls up to her. “Go back to sleep.”

            “But it’s cold.” The woman pouts suggestively. “I need you to come keep me warm.”

            Real classy.

            I roll my eyes, watching as Garrett flashes her one of his easy grins. “I’ll be right up, sugar. And then I want my T-shirt back.”

            “Come and get it.” The woman giggles, then disappears back to the bedroom, leaving us alone in the foyer again.

            “Honey?” I challenge him. “Sugar? Why not just admit you don’t even know her name?”

            Garrett smirks at me. “Sure I do. It’s Lauren, or Laurie. Or maybe it was Lorna…” He frowns, pretending to think, and even though I know he’s just doing it to get a rise out of me, I can’t help but make a dismissive snort.

            “Must be true love.”

            Garrett narrows his eyes. “What I do with my life is none of your goddamn business. So why don’t you quit bitching and let me get back to sleep.”

            I blink, thrown by the sudden change in his tone. “I’m not the one standing around giving me a hard time,” I retort. “I’d be asleep by now if you hadn’t come prowling around, trying to play hero.”

            “Whatever you say, darlin’.” Garrett turns away and starts climbing the stairs. Then he pauses, turning back to me with a wicked grin, and says, “But you might want to wear earplugs. Lorna likes it loud."