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Jul 2, 2015

Fall For You—More Than Words by Susan Behon

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Fall For You
More Than Words
Fall For You
Book 1
Foodie, Small Town
More Than Words
Book 2
Foodie, Small Town
Two contemporary romances by Susan Behon
Madison Falls series

Fall For You
Fall For You
by Susan Behon
Madison Falls Book One

Welcome to Madison Falls, where love is in the air and gossip is ripe on the vine. Sophie Brandon’s old flame is back in town and hotter than ever. Reed Sutton has his eye on Sophie and is determined to show her that love is sweeter the second time around.

Sophie Brandon is in a bind.

After eight years, Reed Sutton is back in town and back on Sophie's radar. Her high school crush is home to stay and hotter than ever. How can she avoid the gorgeous construction manager when she needs work done in her bakery?

Reed knows he's overqualified for the simple renovation, but when it comes to sweet Sophie, he's the man for the job. Her kitchen heats up when one kiss leads to more and a storeroom mishap throws her right into Reed's arms. Once he catches her, he can't seem to keep his hands off of her...cookies.

Small town gossip mixed with threats against Sophie are a recipe for disaster. Will history repeat itself or will love conquer all?

Genre: Contemporary Romance
Content/Theme(s): Foodie, Second Chances, Small Town
Release Date: March 2, 2015
Liquid Silver Books
Excerpts, More Than Words & More

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Fall For You Excerpt:
She blamed her animosity on sore feet and sexual frustration. Reed holding her hand was the most action she'd gotten in what felt like forever. If he would have kissed her, she might have melted into a puddle of blissful goo. She had a feeling he would be a great kisser. A man wasn't blessed with lips like that without knowing how to use them, right?

Sophie would love to find out if he lived up to all of her fantasies of him. Even if he were only half as good, he would still be twice as good as any of her ex-boyfriends. Sad but true. Finding out was on her wish list. It would be wonderful to scream in ecstasy and not aggravation.

As Sophie reached up to grab a bag of powdered sugar, she muttered, “You are such a ho.”

“Who's a ho?”

At the sound of Reed's deep voice, Sophie yelped and lost her balance. The seal gave way and powdered sugar came down with her in a cloud of white dust. When the heel of her left shoe snapped off with an audible crack, Reed lunged to catch her. Instead of kissing the floor, a pair of strong arms grabbed her and pulled her into a wall of hard muscle.

Instead of her life flashing before her eyes, all Sophie could think about was how often Reed worked out. He was definitely solid and she was pretty sure her breasts were pushed up against the top of a six-pack.

Holy hell, if I died now, I could go a happy woman.

Reality intruded when Sophie realized she was covered in powdered sugar, the heel of her shoe was jammed under a shelf, and Reed hadn't let go of her yet. The bad news was that her chance at wowing him with her frilly, green sundress had bit the dust. The good news, obviously, was that Reed hadn't let go of her yet.

She looked up to see that he was covered in powdered sugar too. Nothing to do now but brazen it out.

“Hi, Reed.”

“Hello, Sophie.”

Reed stared down at her with such a serious intensity that she began to stammer an apology. “I...” was all she managed to get out before he pulled her tighter, dipped his head, and pressed his lips to hers.

Okaaaay. This works too.

His lips were soft and hot and moved against hers with such precision that she wanted to climb him like a tree for greater contact. He pulled away, licked his lips, and murmured, “You taste so sweet.”

She gasped out, “I'm pretty sure that's the sugar.”

Against her lips, he breathed, “No, it's you. It's all you, Sophie.”

Reed closed the distance and kissed her again, this time using his tongue to sweep inside and taste her more thoroughly. Sophie touched her tongue to his in a tentative swipe and he seemed to lose all restraint.

His hands moved from her back down to her butt, to first squeeze gently and then to pull her flush against his hard lower body. When they made contact, she got hotter knowing just how much he wanted her. Reed's strength surrounded her. Sophie got lost in the wet glide of his tongue and the sensual pressure of his lips against hers.

Goosebumps raced up her arms when he changed direction and kissed along her neck and shoulder. She angled her head back to give him better access. Nothing ever felt this good. Sophie was preparing to throw Reed down and rip his clothes off when she heard a throat clear in a very loud “AHEM.”

She tried to spring away from him, but Reed hadn't gotten with the program yet. He leaned in to kiss her again. Noticing her stiff posture, he raised his head to look at her.

“A-hem once again.”

* * * *

Reed turned at the sound of Ben's voice and nearly wanted to throat punch him. He'd interrupted what was shaping up to be the best day of his life.

Ben, impervious to Reed's death glare, glanced knowingly at Reed's hands, which he still hadn't removed from Sophie's delectable butt. He might need a minute here.

Sensing Sophie's embarrassment when she pressed her face against his shoulder, he regretfully let go and told Ben to get lost. No way in hell was he letting him get any more of an eyeful.

Ben smirked and said, “Thought we were here for work.”

For what might have been the first time ever, Reed glared at him and said, “Shut up, Ben.”

His former friend turned away and laughed as he went back up front.

* * * *

Sophie was mortified. She was hot and bothered and covered in sugar! They'd just gotten caught making out like sex-starved love bunnies and she was clueless as to what to say to Reed now.

She tried to step back, but Reed kept one hand on her when he realized she had to balance on the shoe that still had a heel. Before she could speak, he placed his finger against her lips and whispered, “Don't you dare say you're sorry because I'm not.”

Sorry was the last thing she was feeling. She amended that thought after pulling back more and getting a good look at the amount of white powder covering his clothes.

“Oh, my God! I'm so sorry! Not about the kiss, but look at what I've done to your shirt! It wasn't new, was it?”

Reed shrugged noncommittally, not wanting to hurt her feelings with the truth.

“It's only sugar.” He dusted most of it off his dark blue shirt and angled himself so she could see it wasn't a disaster. “See? No big deal. The rest will wash out. No problem.”

It might have been no big deal to Reed but Sophie could feel the powdered sugar pooling in her push-up bra. Her storeroom looked like Christmas gone wrong and she was stuck with only one working shoe.

“If I could make it upstairs to Tracy's apartment, I could borrow some of her clothes and,” gesturing at her hair, "fix this mess."

Reed swept her up in his arms and started for the back door. Sophie gave a token protest but enjoyed being in his arms a little longer. She couldn't hobble on one shoe and wouldn't walk through the parking lot barefoot. The hot asphalt would blister her feet in no time.

He carried her up the wrought iron steps without even breathing hard. She marveled at his strength.

“You work out a lot, don't you?”

“Not as much as I should. Why?”

“You carried me across the kitchen, over the parking lot, and up a steep set of stairs. You're not even breathing hard!”

He gave her a wicked grin. “Would you like me to?”

Yes! No! Well, maybe.
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More Than Words
More Than Words
by Susan Behon
Madison Falls Book Two

Welcome back to Madison Falls. Bakery owner, Tracy King, wants to serve something more than cupcakes to Ben Carrington, but he doesn’t seem to notice her. When she finally gets her chance, secrets from her past may tear them apart before they really begin…and Ben has secrets of his own.

Tracy King, the cupcake queen, has given up on getting her prince charming to notice her.

After over a year of coming to her bakery, Ben Carrington, tall, dark, and…quiet, has yet to ask her out. Little does she know that Ben likes sampling her cupcakes, but his real craving is for a taste of Tracy.

A leaky roof on a rainy night leaves Tracy swamped, literally. Ben brings her home with him, knowing that actions speak louder than words. Tempting Tracy into romance is easier said than done when secrets from her past come back to Madison Falls with a vengeance.

Ben has a secret of his own but can’t let it keep him from protecting his lady love. Will he finally tell her his true feelings or will he be silenced for good?

Genre: Contemporary Romance
Content/Theme(s): Foodie, Small Town
Release Date: May 11, 2015
Liquid Silver Books

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More Than Words Excerpt:
“Ow! Damn it!”

Tracy King thought she was having a dream about standing under a cascading waterfall until a piece of wet plaster hit her on the head. When the second one hit her on the shoulder, reality intruded and she realized that her Hawaiian vacation was actually rain pouring in from a hole in her ceiling.

Her warm, tropical lagoon turned out to be a cold, wet mattress. Jumping out of bed to save herself from getting completely drenched, she glanced up to find a three foot gap over her head where her ceiling used to be. Tracy’s bed was a disaster and her favorite vintage patchwork quilt was soaked and covered in chunks of wet, rotted plaster. She took in the mess before her in total dismay.

That lasted only long enough for the anger to set in. “You’ve got to be freaking kidding me!” She’d told her landlady, Darlene Donaldson, about the yellowing stain spreading across the ceiling, but the miserly old lady thought nothing of it. She claimed that antiquated buildings had their quirks. This was more than flipping quirky!

First things first, she stripped the bed and set a bucket on the mattress. After that, she threw on some fresh PJs and grabbed her cell phone to call her best friend, Sophie. “At least the phone’s still dry,” she muttered as she paced her living room. She knew better than to call her landlady at midnight. Darlene wouldn’t answer even if Tracy tried. Her best bet was Sophie.

One ring in, Sophie answered, “Hullo?” in a near whisper. Well, damn it all over again. In her distress, Tracy had forgotten about the baby. She prayed she hadn’t woken him up.

“Sophie, I’m so sorry! You weren’t sleeping were you?” She lowered her voice just in case she was holding the baby.

Whispering, Sophie replied, “No, Brandon just finished his midnight feeding. Hold on and I’ll put him in his crib.” A few minutes later, Sophie spoke in a normal voice. “What’s wrong, Tracy? Are you okay?”

Okay was relative. “I’m fine but my ceiling’s toast. If it doesn’t stop raining, someone’s going to have to build an ark in my bedroom.”

“Oh, my God! What happened?”

“Remember that wet stain in the ceiling? Now it’s a hole. My bed is soaked and all of my bedding is covered in rain-drenched drywall. Can you still call it drywall if it’s all wet? The storm isn’t stopping so the bucket on the bed is filling up pretty quickly.” As a matter of fact, she was going to check on it right now. Almost full. Just fabulous.

“God, that’s terrible! Let me wake Reed and see what he can do to fix it.”

“I’m sorry! I didn’t know who else to call and you know Darlene won’t do anything. I feel so awful bothering you guys.”

Sophie huffed indignantly. “Bother me? Tracy, you’re my best friend. You’re supposed to bother me!” She paused a minute. “You know what I mean. Hold on and I’ll get Reed.”

Reed Sutton was Sophie’s husband and the manager of his family’s construction company. If anyone could help, it would be him. Tracy heard a muffled sound on the phone and some indistinguishable murmuring before the mouthpiece was uncovered.

“Tracy?” Reed’s deep voice sounded gruff from sleep.

“Reed? I’m so sorry but I sort of have a sunroof in my ceiling.” She explained the damage and the rain that was continuing to pour in.

“Okay, keep changing out the bucket. I’ll be over soon to see what I can do.”

“Oh, thank you!”

“Not a problem, see you soon.”

She hung up and went back to bailing out her bedroom.

The rain was coming down faster and other parts of the ceiling were now dripping. Quirky building, my ass! Every pot, pan, and bucket she could find were collecting water. Her dry pajamas were now damp from changing out the buckets. Thank God it’s summer! Then again, the later it got, the cooler the air became.

Tracy yelled at the ceiling in frustration. “I’m never going to get any sleep tonight! Stop raining!” Apparently, Mother Nature didn’t care what she wanted since the rain continued in a steady stream. She was getting nervous that the whole ceiling was going to fall down and squash her into submission. There was nothing left to do but keep up with damage control until Reed got there. Hurry, please!

* * * *

Twenty minutes later, the knock on the door was like having the bell rung at the end of a boxing round. Tracy was seriously getting her ass kicked and she needed help.

Opening the door quickly, she said, “Oh, thank you for coming over!” Her words drifted off at the end when she saw who was on the other side.


Of course it would be Ben Carrington. That was just her luck tonight. Her brown hair had gone from wavy to damp and frizzy and her pink panther pajamas were stuck to her from playing musical buckets. Ben was Reed’s best friend, co-manager of Sutton Construction, and the oblivious man of her dreams.

He nodded. “Tracy.”

It was par for the course for Ben not to say much. Most of the time it drove her crazy, but tonight she was too flustered to care. She opened the door wider and let him in. He set his umbrella next to the door and turned to face her. Tracy tried not to swallow her tongue. Standing in front of her was over six feet of gorgeous, leanly muscled, rain-dampened man. His thick black hair was glossy from the rain and his white T-shirt clung to his broad chest and trim waist. Thank you, God! Not only was it damp, but the fabric was see-through in some areas. Best wet T-shirt contest, ever. He looked like the cover of one of her romance novels. Only better.

His sky-blue eyes were focused on her, waiting for instruction. It took her a minute to get her train of thought back on track. For a moment, she forgot that she had to do the talking.

“Where’s Reed? I thought he was coming over?”

Ben shrugged. “He’s home.” Okay, that explained everything.

Gesturing behind her, she asked, “Want to see my bed? I mean my ceiling? I mean … it’s this way.” Tracy was starting to babble so she thought it best to get to the point. “Follow me.” She turned around and headed towards her room so she didn’t get caught ogling all of that wet sexiness.
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