Follow the Music Book 1
Contemporary Erotic Romance
ISBN: 978098779302


Purchase Links:
Amazon – US / Canada / UK
Barnes & Noble (Nook)
Kobo Store



Music was their only dream & passion…
Until they found one another…

For years, Mikayla Gallan has dreamed of providing a better life for her younger brother, Matthew, and herself. Coming from a family of musicians, Mikayla and Matthew have dreams of someday making it big. But Mikayla’s first priority is always ensuring Matthew’s future. When Houdini Records comes knocking on her door, offering her everything she’s ever wanted, Mikayla’s scared to grab onto their offer.

Sinclair “Sin” Devlin, part-owner of Houdini Records has loved and lost and has no intentions of ever going down that path again. He’s determined to put his company back on the map and is willing to do whatever it takes to make it happen. Meeting Mikayla Gallan, hearing her sultry and passionate voice on stage, Sin believes he has found the only woman that could save the company. He’s even more shocked to realize that perhaps she’s also the only woman to save him from himself.


Excerpt © Kacey Hammell, 2013:

Mikayla hung up her skirt on the clipped hanger, making a mental note to take it home after her meeting with Desmond Ritchie and his brother-in-law so that it could be dry-cleaned.

Anxious to get out front, her hands were shaking and her steps clumsy, as she hurriedly put her things away and rechecked her makeup one last time.

Standing straight, Mikayla looked herself over in the mirror. Normally after work she’d dress in an old, comfortable pair of jeans, sweatshirt and running shoes, but tonight that wasn’t an option.

For her meeting she decided to keep her black halter-top on that she’d worn onstage, and instead of her normal worn jeans, she dressed in pleated black dress slacks that were comfortable, yet professional. On her feet she still wore her heels with straps at the ankles. Though her slacks covered the straps, they were her favourite pair and she felt sexy in them.

Nothing like a pair of ‘fuck me’ shoes to give a girl a boost.

Around her bare shoulders she wore a sheer silk, red shawl that added colour to her outfit and she just couldn’t resist the colour at all. Mikayla felt that red was a ‘power’ colour, exuded confidence in the person wearing it and brought out her blue eyes.

At least that was her opinion and tonight she needed all the confidence she could get. If Desmond Ritchie was for real, then hers and Matthew’s lives could change forever.

Taking a deep breath and resisting the urge to giggle in her excitement, something a woman of thirty just didn’t do, she grabbed her small black purse from the dressing table, spun on her heel and headed to the door.

Throwing open the door, Mikayla didn’t see anything but a large black blur coming at her then she felt herself falling. Her purse fell from her hand as she reached out to grab whatever she could to stay upright.

Landing on her back on the floor, the fluffy grey carpeting at her back cushioning the fall, Mikayla sucked in a breath.

Old Spice and an inebriating masculine scent filled her nostrils and she opened her eyes. Looking into the deepest pair of brown eyes she’d ever seen, she was surprised to realize that a large man was lying on top of her.

A hell of a sexy guy to be exact. Wavy, chestnut brown hair, deep brown eyes and lush, full lips were all she could see. Never in her life had she seen such a god-like, beyond gorgeous Adonis this up close and personal. In many ways, this man reminded her of the actor, Matthew McConaughey, but with darker hair.

Small differences didn’t matter, McConaughey was her favourite actor, the man of many of her dreams and fantasies as she pleasured herself in her own room in the dark. Any man that could come close to Matthew McConaughey in looks and what she believed he’d feel like in her arms, was okay with her.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Gallan. The door opened so quickly, I didn’t have time to…”

Hearing his deep baritone voice, Mikayla’s body felt things it hadn’t felt in years. Desire, pulsating need and wetness between her legs all registered in her passion-filled thoughts as she stared into his brown eyes.

Licking her lips, swallowing to wet her parched throat, hoping to vocalize some outrage or to at least say something, Mikayla watched his eyes darken and stare at her mouth. Heat pooling even hotter in her belly and between her legs, she couldn’t remember where she was or whatever the hell she was about to say.

This man on top of her, her arms around him, Mikayla was certain that all was right with the world. The building around them could have fallen down and she wouldn’t have cared. Within his arms she felt she was where she needed to be.

“Ms. Gallan? Are you all right?” McConaughey look-alike asked, his eyes still watching her lips.

Wetting her lips again, she asked in a still-parched voice, “Who are you?”

“Sin. My name’s Sin.”

Oh my god.

Mikayla couldn’t have asked for a hotter fire to fan the flames but she felt like the temperature had just risen another one hundred degrees. Just his name, said in that deep voice, did things to her that should be illegal.

“Yes, sin you most certainly are.” Mikayla barely had time to register that she’d spoken aloud when he groaned and lowered his head.

His lips met hers in an explosive, wet kiss that would have knocked her on her ass had she not been lying down.  Those lush and full lips captured hers and their tongues met.

He tasted of all man and a faint hint of peppermint. His hands held her head in place as if she’d move it at any second and she felt the softness of his palms resting on her cheeks.

Lost in the arousing and powerful sensations of their kiss, Mikayla’s hands roamed his back, feeling his corded muscles, making her shiver. Groaning into his mouth, she opened hers wider, taking more of his taste and his tongue into her mouth, hoping she didn’t have to stop kissing him any time soon.