Crush
The Tainted Love Duet #2 By Kim Karr Release Date November 16, 2016
Synopsis
The danger isn’t over. It’s only just begun. Circumstances brought them together and their undeniable connection won’t let them part. But when the past and the present collide, emotions run high—things are said, lines are crossed, and rules are broken. Both focused on crushing the enemy, the retribution is almost too much to bear. Still, there’s no undoing what has already been done, and every action has a consequence. He loves her and she loves him, but love isn’t a shield. Sometimes your only choice is the one you’d rather not make. Pushed to the limit, the tainted love of Logan and Elle is in jeopardy. With outside forces driving a wedge between them, they have to dig deep within their souls to release the ghosts of their pasts, and fight even harder for what neither knew they needed—each other. Can love really conquer all? #taintedlove #weshouldhaveknownbetter
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Elle Sterling The coolness of the night air had begun to set in. With the suddenly harsher wind, Lindsay and I both felt the chill and even in our heels, we hastened our pace. As soon as we walked into the hotel suite, I was assaulted by the tang of a sticky, sweet scent. It was the smell of pot. Never one to try it myself, in my travels I’d come across many people who had. Moldy grass was how I’d always described the smell. Lindsay shot me a glance and confirmed my suspicion. Hard rock blared through the open space. The patio doors were open and I saw the back of two heads flopped on the lounge chairs. Even over the music, I heard laughter rumbling into the room. I was glad that at least Logan was upbeat. Lindsay started for them and looked at me. “Shhh.” I followed, keeping my mouth shut. We both approached, eager to see our men, but stopped at the edge of door to watch them. They were playing cards and a baggie of pot was on the floor. James had changed and was now wearing sleep pants and a T-shirt. He had a cigar gripped between his teeth while he tossed two piles of cards onto the table between them. Logan was still in his suit pants but had removed everything else. Everything. Outside in his pants only, I wondered how he wasn’t freezing until I looked up and saw the heat lamps were on. “Baby, you’re going to stink,” Lindsay said loudly, breaking the silence. Both men jerked their heads back. The smile that spread across Logan’s face was slow and seductive. Sexy. The sight of him dried my throat and made my heart pound. Right then I didn’t care about anything but comforting him through kisses. Lindsay was still talking, saying something about the rancid smell of the cigar. Me, I was already leaning over Logan and placing my lips very close to his. “Are you okay?” “I am now.” “You sure?” He nodded and said, “Don’t listen to James. He likes to be a drama queen.” “I heard that.” Ignoring James, Logan gave me a single tug and pulled me onto his lap. I found myself provocatively straddling him. His cards fell to the floor, but I heard no one complain. And then his hands anchored my hips as his mouth attacked mine, while my hands gripped his shoulders for support. “Where are your clothes?” I managed to ask. The corners of his lips tilted up. “We had a small wrestling match and my shirt took the brunt of the action.” I laughed. Boys will be boys. My dress had ridden up and if anyone was looking, they could see my panties. I just didn’t care enough right then to see what James and Lindsay were doing. I should have cared. I should have cared just how inebriated or high Logan was. I should have, but his primal response to my presence did something to me that made me want to be what he needed. Made me want to be wild and free for once in my entire life. Maybe it was the Lindsay effect. His kiss traveled from the corner of my mouth, along my jaw, to my throat. My hands moved higher to toy with his hair behind his neck. His teeth were sharp as they skidded across my skin, but the soft heat from his tongue soothed the burn. I turned my head to give him full access, and that was when I saw Lindsay’s head moving towards James’s lap. Again, I should have cared, but I just didn’t. I wasn’t sure if Logan noticed, but he turned my chin to look at him. “We should go home,” he slurred. The way his eyes flickered over me so intensely made the idea of waiting for a cab and then riding home in one seem like it would take a lifetime. With my hands flat on his bare chest, I found myself scooting up his body, stopping only when the soft fabric of my wet panties aligned perfectly with the tented fabric of his slacks. “I want you now,” I whispered. Logan’s tongue flicked out to wet his lips. “I’m drunk, probably not the best idea.” I raised myself ever so slightly and lowered my body, making the most exquisite contact with his erection. “I’m not and you seem just fine.” His hand stroked my hair and pulled out the clip holding it up. “You want this? Here?” My breath was wild. My nipples taut. My clit was pulsing. I realized I was excited. “Yes, I want you to take me here.” His gaze slid to the side and so did mine. James was thrusting into Lindsay’s mouth. “James!” Logan shouted. A grunt was his only reply. “Hurry up and get the fuck inside, will you.” Again, a grunt was his response. Logan’s attention back on me, his hands threaded through my hair and slid over my shoulders and down my arms to capture my hands. He pressed our palms together so that our fingers were linked and drew in a shuddering breath. “You’re so beautiful. You know that?” “I love you.” I’m not sure why I felt compelled to tell him that, but the way he looked at me when I did made me feel like we’d both found true love in each other, and all the worries that messed with my thoughts evaporated as his gaze flared. All that mattered was him. Comforting him. Getting him through this. Being here—for him. He brought me to him with a hand to the back of my head, holding me in place while he kissed me breathless, maybe hard enough that he might have bruised my mouth. Again, I didn’t care. The kiss went on and on and when he finally pulled away, I hadn’t had nearly enough of him. It was when my eyes fell to the bag of joints on the ground that I realized Logan did not taste of thyme or moldy grass or smell like skunk, and I was a little glad that he hadn’t gotten high. I had a feeling he had struggled with drugs during his life and with my own father being an alcoholic, I was all too familiar with the claim that addictive habits were hereditary. Another sideways glance on his part had my gaze following. “Finally,” he muttered. The lounge beside us was now empty, as was the living area. James and Lindsay must have gone into the bedroom. Logan must have been waiting for them to leave. Knowing we were alone, lust won out over good sense and I stood and stripped myself naked. Logan drew in a shuddering breath and stood as well, shedding his pants and underwear quickly. I stared at him, naked and beautiful, and licked my lips. That card I’d seen in the store came to mind. Just because my issues might never allow me to be submissive didn’t mean I couldn’t be the dominant type. He held out his hand for me to take it and instead I pointed to a chair next to the lounger. “Sit down.” “Don’t you want to go inside?” he asked. I shook my head. “No, sit down.” He raised a brow. I kept my finger pointed. No one could see us up this high and with the heat lamps on, something about fucking outside felt incredibly erotic. A slow, seductive smile spread across his lips, and as he sat his eyes looked like dark flames. The hazel was gone, replaced by dilated pupils that bled pure lust. Since I was already drenched, he easily slid inside me as I sat on his cock. The sensation of him filling me made me shout out, and Logan wasn’t exactly quiet himself. I heard pleasurable groans escape his throat. This was what we both needed. Each other. I just hoped it would be like this forever. My hands were not bound but they gripped the chair, my back was to his chest, and my legs were spread wide. I was open to him. Fully and completely open to him. In this position, I was his to do with whatever he pleased. It was then I realized that in our relationship we didn’t need a dominant or a submissive. We only needed each other. And as his palm found my breast and his fingers pressed against my clit, I closed my eyes and relished what I had with him. For us…give and take was all we needed.
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I live in Florida with my husband and four kids. I've always had a love for reading books and writing. Being an English major in college, I wanted to teach at the college level but that was not to be. I went on to receive an MBA and became a project manager until quitting to raise my family. I currently work part-time with my husband and full-time embracing one of my biggest passions—writing. Links Website: http://www.authorkimkarr.com/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorKimKarr Twitter: https://twitter.com/authorkimkarr Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6644044.Kim_Karr
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Blow By Kim Karr Release Date September 21, 2o15 Synopsis 2 fatal sides. 1 epic love. 7 days to survive. They met in the face of danger. They weren’t looking for love. They both knew better. But they couldn’t stay away, and they fell hard. He is heart-stopping handsome, fearless—and haunted by deadly ties. She is breathtakingly beautiful, determined—and in harm’s way. They should have parted. They didn't. They never should have fucked. They did. And now time is running out. One hundred sixty eight hours. That’s all that remains. While Logan McPherson fights to save them, Elle Sterling is forced to make a choice that could change everything. When torn between right and wrong, tainted love doesn’t have a chance...or does it? #taintedlove #weshouldhaveknownbetter Purchase Links Excerpt Prologue Four Months Before Logan Mile after mile, I ran. Faster, feet pounding against the broken asphalt, breath crystalizing in the air. I’d been fleeing along the edge of the road for what seemed like eternity. Trucks zoomed past me, taillights fading in the distance, and still there were no sirens. The moon slipped behind a cloud and left me moving blindly. Finally, a whistle filled the darkness. It was what I’d been waiting for. Let’s see how bad they want this. I spun in the opposite direction and spotted the familiar red and blue lights. With a quick jump, I vaulted over the damaged guardrail and found myself tumbling down a steep ravine. Landing on my stomach, blood dripped from my nose, and the taste of rust flooded my mouth. I didn’t take the time to wipe it away. I had to keep moving. I’d started this game and I was going to finish it. Quickly, I leapt to my feet and began to run again. When a sharp burning and throbbing pulsated in my right ankle, I knew my speed would be impaired. I must have twisted it in the fall. With everything I had, I tried to ignore the pain. Adrenaline pumped through my bloodstream, making my heart race and giving me the strength I needed. I was no longer on the pavement and my terrain was harder to navigate. Trees, broken branches, and the sickening smell of the stagnant river surrounded me. I pushed onward. It could have been worse—at least there wasn’t any ice. Still, it was fucking freezing out here. Snow fell around me. Chilled to the bone, I tugged my hat farther down over my ears. I didn’t stop, though—I had to keep going. When my eyes were streaming from the cold and my leg muscles began to seize up, I knew my body needed a break. I’d find cover and play the wait-and-see game. The dilapidated abandoned warehouse a few yards away seemed like my best choice. The hinges were rusted and appeared broken, but when I yanked on the door, it wouldn’t open. With a sigh, I stomped my salt-stained shoes in the slush I was standing in and looked around. No sign of them, yet. They’d be here soon enough. My lungs burned as I bent over with my hands on my thighs in an attempt to catch my breath. Poised to move in any direction, I thought about my decision to bait them. Smart? Stupid? I couldn’t believe the game of cat and mouse I had entered into—with the Boston Police Department nonetheless. But I’d had enough. They’d been following me around for almost a week. Their more-than-obvious tail was bordering on harassment. Pushed to the limit, today I’d decided it was time to find out what it was all about. I was going to force their move. I left my vehicle and took off. They were tracking me, but what they were waiting for to approach me, I had no idea. At this point I had two choices—approach them or keep going. Since I didn’t want to make it easy, I kept running. Time seemed to be at a standstill as I looked around again. I knew they were close. Yet, as I searched my surroundings, there were no signs of life; everything around me was dark except for the golden glow from the cables of the Zakim Bridge. The bridge. I couldn’t believe I’d ended up on the West End. That was more than a slight hike from the tip of the South End, where I’d started all this. What time was it anyway? Before I could look at my watch—the one my grandfather had given me, the one worth more than most of the houses in the surrounding area, the pretentious Patek Philippe with an authentic enamel dial and custom-made rubber watchband, the one almost a match for his own—a yellow beam of light shined down on me. I guess the BPD finally decided to make their move. A heavily Boston-accented voice carried through the wind. “Put your hands in the air where we can see them.” “Fuck me. Really? You’re going to arrest me? For what?” My gaze scoured the area until they came into sight. There were three of them and one of me. I didn’t plan to keep running. I didn’t need to, but even if I wanted to, there was nowhere to go. The riverbank was on one side and they were on the other. The trio moved closer and drew their weapons. I responded with equanimity and raised my palms. Still, not a single one of them lowered a gun. Step by step, they moved toward me. When they were about five feet away, I decided to help them out and face them, but before I could, the tallest figure lunged for me. He pinned me to the wall. “I just wanted to talk. I wasn’t going to arrest you until you assaulted me. But thanks for giving me a reason.” “I was putting my hands behind my back, asshole,” I grunted. “Right,” he snickered. Nostrils flaring, the fatter one grabbed me by my collar and yanked me to him. “Stop resisting.” What the fuck? A quick punch to the gut and a kick to my leg had me belly down in a matter of seconds. Most men would have been scared shitless, but not me. I grew up living in two very different worlds, the only similarity being power and greed. To look at me, you wouldn’t believe I was capable of doing the things I had done. Born with a silver spoon in my mouth, I was the grandson of one of the wealthiest men in New York City. It wasn’t my trust fund background that anyone had to worry about, though. I was also the grandson of the former head of Boston’s Blue Hill Gang—a piece of me I had tried to renounce. That I wanted to escape. But my family ties kept me bound. The Irish Mob might have changed since my father’s father ran things, but there were some things that never changed. I’d been raised in both worlds and these cops knew it. They were counting on the Blue Hill Gang part of me to greet them. Well fuck them very much—but that’s not what they were going to get. Giveaway About The Author I live in Florida with my husband and four kids. I've always had a love for reading books and writing. Being an English major in college, I wanted to teach at the college level but that was not to be. I went on to receive an MBA and became a project manager until quitting to raise my family. I currently work part-time with my husband and full-time embracing one of my biggest passions—writing. Links Website: http://www.authorkimkarr.com/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorKimKarr Twitter: https://twitter.com/authorkimkarr Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6644044.Kim_Karr
Toxic
By Kim Karr Release Date July 7, 2015
Synopsis
Phoebe St. Claire has devoted herself to saving her family's hotel empire--but her best efforts have not been good enough. With her whole world in turmoil, the tenacious go-getter turns to the once love of her life. Far from innocent, Jeremy McQueen was the guy from the wrong side of the tracks who her parents would never have approved of. Their years apart have only made the sexy bad boy more irresistible than ever--and their reunion is explosive. When she asks Jeremy to help her salvage her family business, he agrees immediately, with only one condition--he wants her in his bed. But soon surprising circumstances leave Phoebe reeling. Was this fairy tale romance just too good to be true? Will Jeremy's secrets pull them apart all over again?
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© 2015 by Kim Karr Published by the Penguin Group Phoebe St. Claire Feeling a bit drunk and overwhelmed with so many and so few choices at the same time, I needed some time alone and snuck off toward the beach path. I ran toward the ocean and twirled in the sand as the wind blew around me. Once I started to feel dizzy from twirling, I still wasn’t ready to head back to the party, so I took the path that would lead me to the large Olympic-sized pool. I tugged my sandals off with thoughts of putting my feet in the water to rinse the mud and sand away. As I approached the pool, I noticed how it glowed like it was lit by small pale fires. Lost in the enchantment of it, the sudden movement beneath the surface startled me. A fair-haired boy emerged from the water. He pulled himself up and out so quickly that I was momentarily stunned. And then when he drank me in with his eyes, I shuddered. I couldn’t help it, the way he looked at me just made me shiver. No one had ever looked at me like that before and I found myself gazing back into his intense eyes. He was utterly beautiful. His bare chest was sculpted but not overly bulky like Danny or Jamie. They worked out every day pumping obnoxious amounts of iron to look the way they did. In contrast, the boy standing before me had a swimmer’s build. He stood stoic and a cautious look crossed his face. He was long and lean in a pair of bright green neon swim trunks. Right away I could tell he didn’t care what anyone thought about him. I loved the idea of that. So I smiled at him. He shook his head and his hair fell into his eyes. I wanted to reach out and push it away. It wasn’t long, but it wasn’t short. It was perfect. “Hey,” he said, grabbing a towel off the ground. It didn’t belong to the club. It was small, beige, and a bit worn—not the large hunter-green fluffy ones monogrammed in white I’d always gotten when I used to come here to swim as a kid. “Hey,” I said back, swinging my sandals nervously. He grabbed a pair of jeans that lay next to where the towel had been and walked right by me. I turned to watch him as he strode into one of the cabanas and dropped his trunks. I froze and squeezed my eyes shut, thinking I shouldn’t be watching him but then opened them quickly when I couldn’t resist maybe catching a glimpse. “Didn’t your parents ever tell you it isn’t polite to stare?” His voice was low and sexy, and it tugged me out of my own head. I put my hands on my hips. “Didn’t your parents ever teach you not to undress in mixed company?” He pulled his jeans on and laughed. “My mother might have mentioned that once or twice but I’ve never been good at following the rules.” And it didn’t escape my notice that he didn’t put any underwear on first. Hot. Totally and completely hot. I didn’t see anything I shouldn’t have seen, it was too dark, but something inside me electrified at the thought of seeing him naked and I stepped closer. That’s when I noticed the scuffed-up black work boots on one of the lounges with a T-shirt thrown next to them. I raised a brow. “Is this your changing room?” He laughed again but this time added a smile and put his hands up. “Okay you caught me. I better get out of here before anyone else does.” He was adorable and charming and my heart skipped a beat or two. Then I stepped even closer and entered the cabana entrance, effectively blocking his way. “Why? You’re not doing anything wrong.” He shrugged but he didn’t try to move around me. “I usually swim in the ocean but when the water is too rough, like tonight, I come here.” I bit my lip in contemplation before speaking. “Does it really matter if you get caught?” He crossed his arms over his bare chest. “Let’s just say it’s not just the swimming. It’s more that I’ve been caught doing a few too many things that I shouldn’t have been doing in the past.” A bad boy. The thought made my pulse thunder. “So you’re not a member at this club?” He cleared his throat and shifted from foot to foot. “No,” he laughed but his laugh was anything but genuine. “Are you?” I hesitated as I considered my answer. “No, I was just walking the beach and wanted to rinse my feet. I’m Phoebe,” I said extending my hand. Technically, I wasn’t lying. I wasn’t a member, my parents were. I hadn’t even been here in years. And I was out for a walk. Amusement danced in his blue eyes. “Jeremy,” he said back. When I chewed on my lower lip, I noticed how his eyes focused on it. Mine focused on the entirety of his mouth—his strong, firm jaw, his sensuous lips, and his tongue that had snuck out to lick his lips. That mouth. It was almost too much. Almost. Read another Excerpt from Toxic HERE
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I live in Florida with my husband and four kids. I've always had a love for reading books and writing. Being an English major in college, I wanted to teach at the college level but that was not to be. I went on to receive an MBA and became a project manager until quitting to raise my family. I currently work part-time with my husband and full-time embracing one of my biggest passions—writing. Stalk Her: Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads
Toxic
By Kim Karr Release Date July 7, 2015
Synopsis
New York Times bestselling author Kim Karr turns up the heat in a smoking hot, emotionally compelling romance that takes you into the world of Manhattan's elite. Meet Jeremy McQueen, a sexy, intense, brooding entrepreneur who goes after what he wants, and Phoebe St. Claire, a socialite-turned-CEO who's been drifting through life searching for something she thought she'd never find again--the right man to share her future. Phoebe St. Claire has devoted herself to saving her family's hotel empire--but her best efforts have not been good enough. With her whole world in turmoil, the tenacious go-getter turns to the once love of her life. Far from innocent, Jeremy McQueen was the guy from the wrong side of the tracks who her parents would never have approved of. Their years apart have only made the sexy bad boy more irresistible than ever--and their reunion is explosive. When she asks Jeremy to help her salvage her family business, he agrees immediately, with only one condition--he wants her in his bed. But soon surprising circumstances leave Phoebe reeling. Was this fairy tale romance just too good to be true? Will Jeremy's secrets pull them apart all over again? THIS IS A STANDALONE SECOND-CHANCE ROMANCE WITH NO CLIFFHANGER ENDING.
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© 2015 by Kim Karr Published by the Penguin Group Release date: July 7th, 2015 Phoebe St. Claire “Where are you?” he asked. “Home.” “I know. Where in your apartment are you?” “On my bed.” “Where are you?” I asked. “Give me a minute.” I heard stomping up some stairs and then a door closed. “On my bed,” he said in that same husky tone. I nearly stopped breathing. “Are you still there?” he asked again. “Yes,” my voice was raspy. In a deep husky voice he said, “Tell me what you’re wearing under your clothes.” Arousal overtook my mind and I answered quickly. “A bra and panties.” “Take off your clothes and tell me what they look like.” Flushing from head to toe I managed to say, “Jeremy!” “Phoebe, I’ve seen you in your underwear. Christ, I’ve seen you naked. Just put your phone on speaker, dim the lights, and describe to me the lucky pieces of fabric covering your tits and pussy.” Shock and desire swarmed through me in equal measure. Memories of his dirty mouth came back in a flash. I’d loved it so many years ago, loved when we were flesh to flesh. And this was different. I’d never had phone sex before. Had no idea how to, but I knew I was about to find out. I wasn’t going to turn him down. I wanted this. The sexual tension that had blossomed between us was causing me to go insane. I was touching myself when I woke up in the middle of the night, and then in the shower before work, and last night and the night before after I hung up the phone with him. I’d been masturbating to the thought of him nonstop. Phone sex had to be so much better. “Give me a minute,” I whispered needing to ease into the more intimate exchange that I knew was coming. I stripped out of my skirt and blouse and all but tore my hose pulling them off. The lights were already dimmed, so that wasn’t an issue. I heard his own mattress squeaking and wondered if he had started without me. My phone beeped again and I looked down. This time it was an incoming call from Jamie. I ignored it. Then, I took a deep breath and a giant leap of faith as I sat on my bed in my underwear. Just as I was thinking about what I could say, he spoke. “I have to be honest with you,” he said. My heart sank. I didn’t like any conversation that started with those words. With a heavy exhale, he said, “I’ve been hard all week just thinking about you and I have to admit, my wrist hasn’t been worked out this much in a long time.” Picturing his hand, his cock, his hips, and the perfect choreographed movement of all three had me barely cognizant. “Phoebe?” “I’m here,” I said in the raspiest tone. “Then I’ll be honest too. It’s possible that I’ve made myself come more times this week than I have in my entire life.” I wasn’t exactly comfortable initiating a kinky conversation. But I could follow his lead. “Jesus Phoebe, you can’t talk that way to me when I’m not near you.” Something primal erupted within me. “And I want to do it again.” “Fuckkkk.” I moaned at his use of the word fuck. It sounded entirely too delicious. Equally as delicious was his sexy laugh that followed. “So what are we going to do about this dilemma?” I sunk back into my pillows and pictured his face—his lips parted and his eyes heavy-lidded. I knew what I wanted to do about it. Did he want to do the same thing? I hoped so.
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I live in Florida with my husband and four kids. I've always had a love for reading books and writing. Being an English major in college, I wanted to teach at the college level but that was not to be. I went on to receive an MBA and became a project manager until quitting to raise my family. I currently work part-time with my husband and full-time embracing one of my biggest passions—writing. Stalk Her: Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads The 27 Club By Kim Karr Release Date March 3, 2015 Synopsis You don’t know when… You don’t get to choose if… When it’s time to join…you’ll know. You might think you want to be a member—but trust me this is one club you don’t want to join. It’s not a place where people go to live out their deepest, darkest sexual desires—there are no handcuffs or blindfolds. The 27 Club only admits those who die young and tragically. My brother was recently bestowed membership and joined many of our ancestors before him. I know I’m next. This is my destiny, and I was ready to yield. But then I met Nate. He awakened a sensuality in me that had never been explored, never satisfied. I knew then I could no longer accept my destiny. Nate’s presence controls me. I’m overwhelmed by his touch, his words; my every thought is consumed by desire. I believe he was brought into my life for a reason. Nate doesn’t believe in destiny. But I do. And if there’s a way to cheat it—I must. Purchase Links Excerpt Coffee Beans Part I The wind howls and the palm trees whip against the windows as the storm seems to make its way closer to landfall. Thunder booms and lightning lights up the room, startling me. No, not lightning—a lamp. “Hello, Zoey.” The voice is deep and husky. As the sound registers, I scream. I quickly sit up and scan my unfamiliar surroundings. My eyes immediately land on the silhouette of a man standing beside me, and I scream again, this time scrambling off the bed in terror. In this moment, my heart stops beating, my lungs stop breathing, and my brain stops thinking. I’m petrified. The man raises his palms up in surrender. “Zoey, I’m Nate, Z’s friend. You don’t have to be scared. I’m not going to hurt you.” My fear must be evident. I stare at him for a few long moments, both alarmed and trembling. Only once realization sets in, that yes, this is Nate, my brother’s best friend, do I attempt to calm my ragged breaths. He takes a cautious step back. “Just cover up with something so we can talk.” Oh my God, my clothes. Tangled sheets catch on my limbs as I climb back onto the bed and unsuccessfully try to pull the covers over my practically naked body. Before humiliation grabs complete hold of me, I give up and dive for my soaking wet shirt lying on the floor. Sliding the cold fabric over my head, I pull it down to cover my panties and stand up, quickly crossing my arms over my chest to shield any signs of the chill I’m feeling. Not great, but better. At least I can look at him with a little dignity. Finally, I glance up and my gaze catches his. As soon as it does, he drops his eyes. The photos I’ve seen of him over the years, when my brother would text me a funny shot—a selfie of him and Nate at some top chef restaurant, at the beach, or at a coffee house—didn’t nearly do him justice. Those shots were goofy poses with baseball caps turned backwards and funny faces. Not that I didn’t think he was good looking in them, because I did, but there’s just something different about him. I blink and focus on the matter at hand. “You scared the shit out of me. What are you doing here?” Staring at the ground, he leans against the door jam. “You beat me to the punch. I was just about to ask you the same question.” “Why would you ask me that?” He raises a brow. “I guess I’m just curious.” I sigh, feeling confused. His gaze lifts, and those eyes, those bewitching emerald green eyes, stare back at me. “Not that I mind that you’re here. It’s just—a little warning would have been nice. That’s all.” His tone is more bemused than apologetic. I’m not sure what to think. With a straight and confident stance, I clear my throat. “I e-mailed you earlier today to let you know that I was coming for the weekend. I’m really sorry about the late notice, but I decided at the last minute.” He reaches into the pocket of his low-slung jeans and pulls out his phone. After a few taps and scrolls he looks up at me. “I guess you did. Here it is. I’m usually on top of my e-mails but today my . . . schedule was full. Had I seen your message, I would have tried to rearrange my plans.” “That’s fine really. I managed. It’s not a big deal.” I steal a glance at my reliable Timex—just after midnight. What is he doing in my brother’s house in the middle of the night? Just as I’m about to ask him, my eyes catch sight of the way he predatorily walks around the room and I’m momentarily distracted. He moves like a panther— slowly circling his prey, keeping his distance, not too close, but close enough to pounce if he feels the urge. He settles back against the wall, just a little closer now. “Zoey, did you hear me?” I swallow. “Sorry, what?” His tone grows more insistent. “I said I would have at least sent a car for you. You shouldn’t be out in this weather on your own.” My brow furrows. Why is he still talking about the airport? When I don’t respond, he crosses his arms over his chest like he owns the place. It’s then that reality sinks in. And as cliché as this sounds, I am not going to let Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome intimidate me. It’s time to take charge. “There was no need. I managed just fine. But if you didn’t know I was coming, can I ask what you’re doing here?” Confusion seems to have taken over his thoughts as he steps even closer—moving with a lethal grace that makes my body start to hum. I can’t help but study him as his features come into clear focus. His body is long and lean. His hair is dark, the most unusual shade of brown, maybe like the color of expensive chocolate, but not exactly. His eyes are languid, watchful, and the most beautiful shade I’ve ever seen—darker than emeralds or the deepest of forest greens. His lips look full and soft. He is handsome in a way that is unlike anyone I’ve ever seen. My mind is going haywire. A look of realization seems to cross his face as he stares at me. “Nate, why are you at my brother’s house in the middle of the night?” I ask him again. With a smirk, he ignores my question. Instead of answering me, he opens the door beside him. It’s a closet, Zach’s closet to be exact, and he steps right in, again like he owns the place. “What are you doing?” I ask impatiently. He comes back into the bedroom with a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt in his hand. “You’re trembling. How about you get changed and we sit down to talk?” The audacity of this man is beyond comprehension. From his e-mails he seemed nice, but then again, you never can tell what lurks behind the words on a computer screen. He stares and his small smirk really irritates me. “Take these, they’re mine. I’ll wait downstairs while you get changed.” If I weren’t standing here, chilled and in my underwear, I might just tell him to go to hell. But instead I reach for the clothes, and as I do, I start to wonder if he’s been squatting in my brother’s house. Once the clothes are in my hands, his mouth spreads into a slow, easy grin. Annoyance grabs hold of me as I pivot on my bare feet and head toward the bathroom, making sure not to glance over my shoulder. When I hear heavy footsteps, I let my body fall back and shut everything out of my mind for a few short seconds. What is going on? When I’ve gathered my composure, I quickly strip out of my wet clothes and redress. Then I make the mistake of looking in the mirror. A wet dog would look better than I do right now. In an effort to improve the image, I grab a towel and wipe the black mascara from under my eyes. Then I use my fingers to comb through my mass of curls and try to calm them, but that’s nearly impossible. Okay, better—but not great. Who cares anyway? It’s not like I’m trying to impress him. In fact, I’ve never tried to impress a man. Ever. Giveaway WIN the most complete Connections Series bundled pack ever. Including 4 signed books, 4 audiobooks, bookmarks, & swag (including a pearl necklace, star earrings, penny bracelet, and shamrock keychain.) About The Author I live in Florida with my husband and four kids. I've always had a love for reading books and writing. Being an English major in college, I wanted to teach at the college level but that was not to be. I went on to receive an MBA and became a project manager until quitting to raise my family. I currently work part-time with my husband and full-time embracing one of my biggest passions—writing. Stalk Her: Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads The 27 Club By Kim Karr Released March 3, 2015 Synopsis You don’t know when… You don’t get to choose if… When it’s time to join…you’ll know. You might think you want to be a member—but trust me this is one club you don’t want to join. It’s not a place where people go to live out their deepest, darkest sexual desires—there are no handcuffs or blindfolds. The 27 Club only admits those who die young and tragically. My brother was recently bestowed membership and joined many of our ancestors before him. I know I’m next. This is my destiny, and I was ready to yield. But then I met Nate. He awakened a sensuality in me that had never been explored, never satisfied. I knew then I could no longer accept my destiny. Nate’s presence controls me. I’m overwhelmed by his touch, his words; my every thought is consumed by desire. I believe he was brought into my life for a reason. Nate doesn’t believe in destiny. But I do. And if there’s a way to cheat it—I must. Purchase Links About The Author I live in Florida with my husband and four kids. I've always had a love for reading books and writing. Being an English major in college, I wanted to teach at the college level but that was not to be. I went on to receive an MBA and became a project manager until quitting to raise my family. I currently work part-time with my husband and full-time embracing one of my biggest passions—writing. Stalk Her: Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads The 27 Club By Kim Karr Available March 3, 2015 Synopsis You don’t know when… You don’t get to choose if… When it’s time to join…you’ll know. You might think you want to be a member—but trust me this is one club you don’t want to join. It’s not a place where people go to live out their deepest, darkest sexual desires—there are no handcuffs or blindfolds. The 27 Club only admits those who die young and tragically. My brother was recently bestowed membership and joined many of our ancestors before him. I know I’m next. This is my destiny, and I was ready to yield. But then I met Nate. He awakened a sensuality in me that had never been explored, never satisfied. I knew then I could no longer accept my destiny. Nate’s presence controls me. I’m overwhelmed by his touch, his words; my every thought is consumed by desire. I believe he was brought into my life for a reason. Nate doesn’t believe in destiny. But I do. And if there’s a way to cheat it—I must. Excerpt THE 27 CLUB Kim Karr New American Library Coffee Beans Part I The wind howls and the palm trees whip against the windows as the storm seems to make its way closer to landfall. Thunder booms and lightning lights up the room, startling me. No, not lightning—a lamp. “Hello, Zoey.” The voice is deep and husky. As the sound registers, I scream. I quickly sit up and scan my unfamiliar surroundings. My eyes immediately land on the silhouette of a man standing beside me, and I scream again, this time scrambling off the bed in terror. In this moment, my heart stops beating, my lungs stop breathing, and my brain stops thinking. I’m petrified. The man raises his palms up in surrender. “Zoey, I’m Nate, Z’s friend. You don’t have to be scared. I’m not going to hurt you.” My fear must be evident. I stare at him for a few long moments, both alarmed and trembling. Only once realization sets in, that yes, this is Nate, my brother’s best friend, do I attempt to calm my ragged breaths. He takes a cautious step back. “Just cover up with something so we can talk.” Oh my God, my clothes. Tangled sheets catch on my limbs as I climb back onto the bed and unsuccessfully try to pull the covers over my practically naked body. Before humiliation grabs complete hold of me, I give up and dive for my soaking wet shirt lying on the floor. Sliding the cold fabric over my head, I pull it down to cover my panties and stand up, quickly crossing my arms over my chest to shield any signs of the chill I’m feeling. Not great, but better. At least I can look at him with a little dignity. Finally, I glance up and my gaze catches his. As soon as it does, he drops his eyes. The photos I’ve seen of him over the years, when my brother would text me a funny shot—a selfie of him and Nate at some top chef restaurant, at the beach, or at a coffee house—didn’t nearly do him justice. Those shots were goofy poses with baseball caps turned backwards and funny faces. Not that I didn’t think he was good looking in them, because I did, but there’s just something different about him. I blink and focus on the matter at hand. “You scared the shit out of me. What are you doing here?” Staring at the ground, he leans against the door jam. “You beat me to the punch. I was just about to ask you the same question.” “Why would you ask me that?” He raises a brow. “I guess I’m just curious.” I sigh, feeling confused. His gaze lifts, and those eyes, those bewitching emerald green eyes, stare back at me. “Not that I mind that you’re here. It’s just—a little warning would have been nice. That’s all.” His tone is more bemused than apologetic. I’m not sure what to think. With a straight and confident stance, I clear my throat. “I e-mailed you earlier today to let you know that I was coming for the weekend. I’m really sorry about the late notice, but I decided at the last minute.” He reaches into the pocket of his low-slung jeans and pulls out his phone. After a few taps and scrolls he looks up at me. “I guess you did. Here it is. I’m usually on top of my e-mails but today my . . . schedule was full. Had I seen your message, I would have tried to rearrange my plans.” “That’s fine really. I managed. It’s not a big deal.” I steal a glance at my reliable Timex—just after midnight. What is he doing in my brother’s house in the middle of the night? Just as I’m about to ask him, my eyes catch sight of the way he predatorily walks around the room and I’m momentarily distracted. He moves like a panther— slowly circling his prey, keeping his distance, not too close, but close enough to pounce if he feels the urge. He settles back against the wall, just a little closer now. “Zoey, did you hear me?” I swallow. “Sorry, what?” His tone grows more insistent. “I said I would have at least sent a car for you. You shouldn’t be out in this weather on your own.” My brow furrows. Why is he still talking about the airport? When I don’t respond, he crosses his arms over his chest like he owns the place. It’s then that reality sinks in. And as cliché as this sounds, I am not going to let Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome intimidate me. It’s time to take charge. “There was no need. I managed just fine. But if you didn’t know I was coming, can I ask what you’re doing here?” Confusion seems to have taken over his thoughts as he steps even closer—moving with a lethal grace that makes my body start to hum. I can’t help but study him as his features come into clear focus. His body is long and lean. His hair is dark, the most unusual shade of brown, maybe like the color of expensive chocolate, but not exactly. His eyes are languid, watchful, and the most beautiful shade I’ve ever seen—darker than emeralds or the deepest of forest greens. His lips look full and soft. He is handsome in a way that is unlike anyone I’ve ever seen. My mind is going haywire. A look of realization seems to cross his face as he stares at me. “Nate, why are you at my brother’s house in the middle of the night?” I ask him again. With a smirk, he ignores my question. Instead of answering me, he opens the door beside him. It’s a closet, Zach’s closet to be exact, and he steps right in, again like he owns the place. “What are you doing?” I ask impatiently. He comes back into the bedroom with a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt in his hand. “You’re trembling. How about you get changed and we sit down to talk?” The audacity of this man is beyond comprehension. From his e-mails he seemed nice, but then again, you never can tell what lurks behind the words on a computer screen. He stares and his small smirk really irritates me. “Take these, they’re mine. I’ll wait downstairs while you get changed.” If I weren’t standing here, chilled and in my underwear, I might just tell him to go to hell. But instead I reach for the clothes, and as I do, I start to wonder if he’s been squatting in my brother’s house. Once the clothes are in my hands, his mouth spreads into a slow, easy grin. Annoyance grabs hold of me as I pivot on my bare feet and head toward the bathroom, making sure not to glance over my shoulder. When I hear heavy footsteps, I let my body fall back and shut everything out of my mind for a few short seconds. What is going on? When I’ve gathered my composure, I quickly strip out of my wet clothes and redress. Then I make the mistake of looking in the mirror. A wet dog would look better than I do right now. In an effort to improve the image, I grab a towel and wipe the black mascara from under my eyes. Then I use my fingers to comb through my mass of curls and try to calm them, but that’s nearly impossible. Okay, better—but not great. Who cares anyway? It’s not like I’m trying to impress him. In fact, I’ve never tried to impress a man. Ever. Pre-Order About The Author I live in Florida with my husband and four kids. I've always had a love for reading books and writing. Being an English major in college, I wanted to teach at the college level but that was not to be. I went on to receive an MBA and became a project manager until quitting to raise my family. I currently work part-time with my husband and full-time embracing one of my biggest passions—writing. Stalk Her: Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads The 27 Club By Kim Karr Available March 3, 2015 Synopsis You don't know when... You don't get to choose if... When it's time to join...you'll know. You might think you want to be a member—but trust me, this is one club you don't want to join. It's not a place where people go to live out their deepest, darkest sexual desires—there are no handcuffs or blindfolds. The 27 Club only admits those who die young and tragically. Having just lost my brother to the club, I know there is no doubt. I'm next. This is my destiny… and I was ready to yield. But then I met Nate. He awakened a sensuality in me that had never been explored, never satisfied. I knew then I could no longer accept my destiny. Nate's presence controls me. I'm overwhelmed by his touch, his words; my every thought is consumed by desire. I believe he was brought into my life for a reason. Nate doesn't believe in destiny. But I do. And if there's a way to cheat it—I must. Pre-Order Links About The Author I live in Florida with my husband and four kids. I've always had a love for reading books and writing. Being an English major in college, I wanted to teach at the college level but that was not to be. I went on to receive an MBA and became a project manager until quitting to raise my family. I currently work part-time with my husband and full-time embracing one of my biggest passions—writing. Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads Synopsis Jagger Kennedy never went looking for fame, he just fell into it. After scoring a major modeling contract, his clean-cut good looks and charm catapulted his career. But when his actress girlfriend breaks his heart, he moves to L.A. to try his hand at acting. He needs to make a change, and the last thing he’s looking for is love… Aerie Daniels is a woman in control … until she meets Jagger. Her surprising connection with him leaves her stunned, and it’s unlike anything she’s ever felt. But just when she lets her walls fall, she makes a startling discovery about him that breaks her fragile heart into a million pieces. To keep from losing the one woman he can’t bear to be without, Jagger is willing to give up anything—including his career. But even that might not be enough to regain Aerie’s shattered trust… About the Author
I live in Florida with my husband and four kids. I've always had a love for reading books and writing. Being an English major in college, I wanted to teach at the college level but that was not to be. I went on to receive an MBA and became a project manager until quitting to raise my family. I currently work part-time with my husband and full-time embracing one of my biggest passions—writing. I wear a lot of hats! Writer, book-lover, wife, soccer-mom, taxi driver, and the all around go-to person of the family. However, I always find time to read. One of my favorite family outings use to be taking my kids to the bookstore or the library. Today, my oldest child is in college and my twins are juniors so they no longer go with me on these outings. And although I don't need to go to the actual store anymore because I have the greatest device ever invented—a Kindle, I still do. There's nothing like a paperback. So now my four year old and I make dates out of going to the bookstore--it's time I love and cherish. I like to believe in soulmates, kindred spirits, true friends, and Happily-Ever-Afters. I love to drink champagne, listen to music, and hopes to always stay young at heart. Catch up with Kim Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorKimKarr Twitter: https://twitter.com/authorkimkarr Website: http://www.authorkimkarr.com/ Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/authorkimkarr/ GoodReads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6644044.Kim_Karr |
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