OH GOD. First off this is one of my most favorite authors. I cannot wait to dive into this book and I am so excited to have an EXCERPT to share with YOU **pumps fist**! This author is incredible. Her books have so much heart in them. Each word, each character is memorable and perfect. I can't wait for Miles and Natalie! This excerpt ROCKS!

Title: Some Sort Of Crazy
Author: Melanie Harlow
Release Date: NOVEMBER 17, 2015!!

When a psychic tells Natalie Nixon her life is about to be upended by a mysterious stranger, she laughs it off. After all, she has everything she’s ever wanted—a successful bakery, a the perfect boyfriend, and the keys to her dream house.
Who could possibly make her want to throw all that away?
Then Miles Haas comes back to town.
But he’s no stranger—they’ve known each other since high school. Plus, he’s only around for the summer, he’s still a shameless playboy, and he makes a living writing articles for a men’s magazine with titles like 'Should You Bang the Boss’s Daughter? A Flowchart' and 'Butt Stuff for Beginners: A Field Guide.'
He’s not the man of her dreams, and she’s not about to abandon everything she’s worked so hard for just for a little fun. Except he makes her laugh like no one else, smells like heaven, and looks sexy as hell in those panty-melting glasses.
**SOME SORT OF CRAZY is a full-length standalone romance.**
I slipped beneath the warm, fragrant water, the bubbles up to my shoulders. “Coming in with me?”

He set the plastic container I keep under the sink to water my plants on the sill too and unzipped his jeans. “Definitely.”

“What’s the container for?”

“To wash your hair, like I promised.”

I smiled. “You don’t really have to do that.”

“Well, I want to. So shut your face.”

Laughing, I watched him get undressed and noticed he wasn’t fully hard for once, although the size was still impressive. It felt oddly intimate, seeing him like that, somehow more intimate than seeing his giant erection in front of my face. Why was that? I looked away as he stepped into the tub behind me.

“Scoot up a little bit.” He stretched his legs on either side of me, and I leaned back against him as he gathered me in close. “There. Isn’t this nice?”

“Yes.” It was nice. I was more of a shower person since I got up so early and was always in a rush, but it felt good to slow down and relax a little. “I don’t think I’ve used this tub more than once since I’ve lived here.”

“How long is that?”

“Three months. And I’ve definitely never been in it with another person.”

“Can’t say I’m sorry about that.” We were silent a minute, the only noise the crackle of the bubbles and sizzle of candle wicks. “So was Dan boring in bed or what?”

I sighed. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?”

I tried to think of a way to explain it. “Well, you know how you have a favorite pair of sweat pants or something, and they’re really comfortable and feel good every time you put them on?”

“Uh, I guess so.”

“Well, sex with Dan was sort of like that.”

“Like sweat pants?”

“Yeah, you know—something comfortable and familiar that feels good. Does that make sense?”

“I guess so, but if any woman ever said sex with me was like sweat pants, I’d fucking shoot myself.”

“Well, I didn’t know any better, OK? We both had orgasms, so I figured we were doing fine, but clearly we weren’t, because he went elsewhere to get what he really wanted, and I…” I stopped, unsure of how to finish the sentence.

“You what?” In front of my chest, Miles linked his fingers with mine.

I’m having way more fun—and way better orgasms—with you than I ever had with him. But I couldn’t say that. Miles would probably freak out and think I wanted him to be my next boyfriend or something. And I didn’t want that. I knew we were just friends doing this for the hell of it, enjoying the kick. For all I knew, sex with Miles would become routine after a while too.

Although that didn’t seem possible.

“You what?” he prompted again.

“I’m learning things about myself.” I grinned at him over my shoulder. “You’re a good teacher.”

“And what have you learned so far?”

“Hmmmm.” I settled back against his chest. “I like it when you say dirty things to me.”


“I like when you get bossy with me.”

“Even better.”

“I think I might like to get bossy with you sometime.”

“Sweetheart, you can boss me hard and often.”

I giggled. “Wash my hair. Now.”

“Not exactly what I meant, but OK,” he said, reaching for the plastic container. “Sit up.”

I sat up and crossed my legs, tipping my head back. “Like that?”

“Yes. Perfect.” He poured water over my head and shampooed my hair, massaging my scalp as I sighed contentedly. When the conditioner was on, I turned around.

“Your turn.”

He let me wash his hair, and I giggled as I sudsed him up. “You should get a mohawk,” I said, forming one on the top of his head.

“No, thanks.”

“Or grow a grizzly beard.” I scooped up some bubbles and spread them around on his face, covering it completely. “There. Big improvement.”

He lunged for me, trying to smear bubbles on my face, and pushing a huge tidal wave over the edge of the tub in the process. I squealed and fought back, suds and water flying everywhere. He ended up cradling me across his lap, but instead of dunking me, he kissed me, sealing our wet mouths together. I looped one arm around his back and one around his neck, my belly flip-flopping as his hand moved up my ribcage. He teased my nipple with his thumb, making it harden and tingle.

“Ever had an orgasm in this bathtub?” he whispered, his hand moving lower.

“No.” I gasped, my stomach quivering as his fingers rubbed soft little circles below my belly button and spiraled down to just above my clit.

“I love giving you firsts,” he said, keeping his hand in that spot, making me yearn for him to go lower.

I closed my eyes and opened my legs, my body relaxed and humming. “I only wish there were some firsts left for me to give you. You’ve done everything already.”

He stopped moving and shook me gently. “Hey.”

I opened my eyes and saw that his expression was serious.

“Everything is different with you. Everything feels like a first.”


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