Jul 25, 2014

Science Fiction Book Tour: The Enclave by H.M. Clarke 7/22/14 – 7/29/14

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Virtual Book Tour Dates: 7/22/14 – 7/29/14
Genres: Science Fiction


Katherine Kirk lived only for vengeance.
Vengeance against the man who destroyed her home, her family and her life.
Sent on a babysitting mission to Junter 3, RAN officer Katherine Kirk, finds herself quickly embroiled in the politics between the New Holland Government and the Val Myran refugees claiming asylum.
After an Alliance attack Kirk and her team hunt the enemy down and discover that they have finally found the lair of the man they have been searching for…
And the captive who has been waiting patiently for rescue.
“What would you do to the man who destroyed every important person in your life?”


Gunfire flew from the cars behind and Katherine turned tail and leapt up the stairs.  Joshua was crouched waiting at the top of the last tier and had managed to get hold of a pistol.  Around them the NHSIO security from the front foyer was now positioned around the portico columns and returning fire to the attackers below.   The defenders controlled the high ground and the people in those cars had no hope of getting them now.
So why were they still attacking?
Katherine dragged Josh away from the stairs back into the foyer as more security personnel streamed past them.  No one spared them much of a glance but Katherine did not care.  Something was not right.  Inexperience (or stupidity), would be the only reason someone would even consider committing to a frontal assault on Federation House.  The place was just too well protected.
Are they Alliance Katherine?” Josh asked as she checked the magazine on her pistol.  Thirty HC rounds remaining.  Hopefully it would do.
The Alliance isn’t this stupid,” she shouted over the sound of fresh gunfire.  But I would bet a year’s pay that they are involved somehow.  “Whoever they are; I think we should retreat back to my brother’s office.  At least I can guarantee that we’ll be well defended there if anything untoward happens.”
Joshua nodded.  Katherine then noted the ease with which he held his weapon.  “You’ve had weapons training?”
I served with the Alliance Infantry.  Every citizen owes three years service.”
Katherine nodded impressed.  Leading families were known for finding loopholes to stop their members from meeting their obligations.  Nice to see the Val Myrans did not use it.  “Then you can cover my back.”
Both entered the stairwell at a run; taking the lifts would have been risky if the power went; and climbed several flights before Katherine was sure they were on the right floor.  As they climbed Katherine open a comm link to the Adelaide.  
Adelaide do you read me?” no one answered her and Katherine repeated herself another three times.  “Come on damn you – somebody talk to me!” she half shouted as they reached the landing she wanted.
Skipper?”  A burst of static broke over the comm unit.
Sue, is that you?”  Abruptly the static disappeared and the musical voice of Susan Mayer came over the wire.  
-interference is shocking, like someone is jamming-”
Sue, is Steve on the bridge?”  Katherine cut across her.
Yes Ma’am.”
There was a click and then Steven Tran’s voice came over the link.
Steve, I want you and two squads to suit up and get your arses over to Federation House ASAP.  We are under heavy fire and I think the idiots outside will break off if they see some extra persuasion coming up behind them.”
There was a pause and then, “Yes Ma’am,” and the link went silent as Steve cut his connection.  “Sue, has Tom returned to the ship?” Katherine asked hoping for an affirmative but knowing that not enough time had gone by since he had left from lunch.
No ma’am”
Katherine?” A new voice cut into the line.
Richard?  I thought you were taking shore leave – it doesn’t matter.  We’ve got an incident here and I’m afraid that it might splash over to the Adelaide.  Steve is bringing two squads here to me and I want whatever personnel remaining on board to protect the ship and the port in that order.”
How bad is it Kath?” Richard asked.
Ask me again in another hour, I might have an answer by then.”  She cut the connection and turned to Joshua.  She may be overreacting but there was something in her gut telling her that she was right.  But first they both had to get back to John’s office.
Ready.”  Joshua’s voice was firm and there was a look in his eyes that Katherine recognized, she had seen it enough times in her own crew when the situation was tight.
She palmed the stairwell door open and checked that the corridor was clear, then she and Joshua came out, pistols raised to line of sight.  They moved down the empty corridors seeing nothing out of place except for the obvious signs of a hurried evacuation of office personnel.
They wouldn’t be able to penetrate this far into the building?” Joshua flexed his fingers over the grip on his handgun.
Not from the frontal assault, but I have a bad feel-”
Katherine stopped speaking as the sounds of gunfire echoed down the corridor ahead of them.

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About the Author:

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In a former life, H.M. Clarke has been a Console Operator, Public Servant, ICT Project Manager, Paper Shuffler and an Accountant (the last being the most exciting.)
She also has a degree in how to blow things up and then write about why it blew up. In her spare time, she likes to lay on the couch and watch TV, read and tell ALL her family what wonderful human beings they are.
She keeps threatening to go out and get a real job (Chocolate Test Taster sounds good) and intends to retire somewhere warm and dry – like the middle of the Simpson Desert. For the time being however, she is an Aussie in Ohio and dreams about being warm…
  • When did you know you wanted to be a writer?
I’ve always been a writer. Even before I went to school, I used to fill up notebooks by writing the letter H continuously (it was the only letter I knew how to draw), and then pretend to read any story I wanted from it.
  • Can you tell us some about the writer behind the books?
I’m an Australian now living in the US and I write under my maiden name. For most of my working life in Australia I was a very hard-working Public Servant and closet writer. I like cooking, reading, snow, hot dry days and copious amounts of coca cola and chocolate!
  • What was the first story that you ever wrote?
The first story I ever wrote was for my primary school library. It was a story about Lassie rescuing some sheep. It was completely made and illustrated by myself and I still have it in a box somewhere in Australia.
  • What is your writing process?

I do create an outline for my books – a rough outline anyway….well maybe more a guideline for where I want it to go. This is because (as is always the case), my characters like to run in all different directions, and really don’t like it when I try and lead them where I want them to go. In fact they rebel, or throw a hissy fit, and then storm off in the opposite direction to where I need them to be. Their way usually works out better, but I don’t tell them that…..

I always write my first drafts long hand. It’s easier for me that way to get my ideas on paper and to keep my sentence flow going. When I start the edit drafts, I type it up as I correct and change it. My thoughts seem to fly better with a pen rather than with keystrokes.
  • How do you come up with the titles of your book?
The titles come from the book itself. My titles usually involve the main character somehow, or an event that happens in the story. I like to make my titles relevant to the story.
  • How long does it take you to finish a novel?
It really depends on the novel – or more specifically, the subject matter. My shortest time to complete a project has been about 4 months; the longest has been around 2 years. The last time frame is for the ‘Way to Freedom’ series of which I have most of the books written.

  • What are you favorite books and authors?
My favorite authors would be much easier to list. I love Harry Potter – so JK Rowling. I like anything by Stephen Donaldson and Anne McCaffrey. I also like the work of Sean Williams, Sara Douglass, Fiona MacIntosh, Trudi Canavan, Jennifer Fallon, Greg Bear and Joel Shepherd. Hmmm – these are all Sci Fi and Fantasy stuff. Other Genre Authors I like to read are Louis L’Amour , Ellis Peters, Alison Weir, John Birmingham and Matthew Riley.

  • What advice do you have for aspiring authors?
The only real advice I can give is to write. And to read. Both are essential to making a career as an author. Also gaining life experience can benefit your writing as it can help characters and situations be more believable to the reader.
  • How do you juggle writing with family time?
It is hard trying to juggle a full-time job along with writing. Then on top of that you have to spend time with your family so they still know what you look like and how you sound. You do need to have very good time management skills and also be flexible in your schedule.
We eat together every night as a family, and then I write while everyone is in bed. Then we pack most of the weekend with family outings and activities. I do get sleep, though it’s mostly on the weekends.
  • Tell us one thing about you we wouldn’t know?
In Australia, I was very involved with my local writer’s center and the authors that were members there. I therefore know some well-known Aussie authors such as Sean Williams, Fiona MacIntosh, Tony Shillitoe and Joel Shepherd.
  • Describe your desk

You really want to know about my desk? At the moment my desk is messy, with piles of paper and books everywhere - but I know where everything is located on my desk :) My usual workplace though is sitting on the couch with my laptop, notebook and pen, a much more comfortable option.

The Procrastinators Guide to Story avoidance 

 Nice catchy title, and oh so true in my case.  (Case in point – me writing this blog post is a good example – I should be finishing Howling Vengeance).
I also have a horrible habit of going off topic, (yet another symptom of procrastination), so I’ll try my hardest not to do this too much.
Let’s get straight to the point here.  Writers generally drop into procrastination mode when either of the following conditions occurs:
  1. Coming up to the point in their story where there is a difficult scene to plot out and write
  2. Characters write themselves into a situation that the author does not know how to get them out of
  3. Your Manuscript is in the editing stages of the second and third drafts (and everyone definitely wants to avoid that)
  4. Any other situation that a writer can find themselves in that makes doing the dishes right at that very moment a high priority task.
Now, this blog is supposed to be about story avoidance.  That means, whenever any of the above conditions occur, you must immediately go and find something as far away from the object of avoidance as possible. 
Avoidance strategies can be either very simple or extremely extravagant.  Strategies that I use regularly are:
  1. House cleaning – it does help getting your mind off the hurdles in your writing and then gives you time to look at things from a fresh perspective and can actually be helpful in the long run.
  2. Baking – This does the same thing as house cleaning except you get cakes, biscuits and cookies at the end of it.
  3. Research – This can be anything ranging from historical to scientific or basically fact finding in general.  This again can be helpful in both finding plots and ideas for future stories, or for finding examples that can get you out of your writing quandary.
  4. Taking the family on a day trip – This also does the same thing as house cleaning, except that you also get to exposure to daylight and spend quality time with your family.
  5. Television – Um, television really is the procrastinators’ friend.  I never get anything useful done when the TV is on.  Unless I’m watching something in connection with point 3.
  6. Internet – Same point as Television.  It is an incredible tool for procrastination.  But it can also help overcome your issues by going to relevant blogs, websites, and friendly communities that might help you by discussing issues or reviewing the piece of work or idea that is troubling you.  There are many of these writing communities around; it’s just a matter of finding one that suits you and your genre.  Also be aware when trying to find a writing community that there is a difference between constructive criticism and being downright mean. 
I could make this list a lot larger, but I think I have procrastinated long enough.  I hope that I have given some good tips to successful procrastination methods and I would love to hear what works well for you and what doesn’t.
Happy Procrastinating
-H. M. Clarke 
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Maggie Thom - Tainted Waters - Virtual Book Tour

Date Published: April 2013

He didn’t commit suicide but who’s going to believe her...
Frustrated at being fired from her latest job and overwhelmed by her consolatory family, Sam decides to move to the family’s cabin at the lake. A place she hasn’t been since her dad committed suicide there, twenty years before. Or did he? Snooping is something she’s good at but someone seems to be taking offense to her looking too closely at what has been happening at the lake. What she discovers is shocking. Now she must uncover what’s real and what’s not. All that she learned growing up, may be false.

Keegan, who has recently moved to the area to finish his latest book, is also trying to find out if his grandfather, who’d passed away ten years before, died of natural causes or was murdered? The descendants of the four families, who own the land around the lagoon, are dying off.

Since Sam and Keegan are the only ones questioning the deaths, they find themselves working together to seek the truth. Are people being murdered? Who would benefit from their deaths? Why would there be barricades and armed guards at the north end of the lake? To stay alive, Sam and Keegan must find the answers and convince others, before more people are killed... including them.

Book of the Year 2013
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  • "I LOVED this book! It was fast paced and had me gripped from the start….. And talk about twists! Just when I thought I knew where this story was leading…… Bang!….. Plot twist!..." Orchard Book Club
  • "... Exciting story, loved the beginning introduction to Sam. She is a firecracker and had me chuckling... Another wonderful read from Maggie Thom..." Musing from an Addicted Reader
  • "...the book will truly keep you on the edge of your seat unable to pry yourself from it... Maggie brilliantly creates suspense and the atmosphere of unease..." The Most Happy Reader
  • "...What makes Tainted Waters by Maggie Thom stick out from the crowd is that you really don’t know exactly what you’re getting into..." The Queen of All She Reads

    Maggie Thom
    Award winning author, Maggie Thom, took the challenge and leapt off, leaving a fulltime, twenty year career in management, to write full time.

    After publishing her first suspense/thriller book Captured Lies, October 2012, she published her second novel, Tainted Waters, April, 2013. Tainted Waters went on to win 2013 Suspense and Thriller Book of the Year through Turning the Pages Magazine and Captured Lies won book of the Month through LAS Reviews (February 2014). She published her third novel, Deceitful Truths (The Caspian Wine Series - Book 2), March 2014.
    An avid reader and writer her whole life, she decided to break the monotony of wishing to be an author by making it happen. She is a wholehearted nature lover and likes nothing better than to take a book, hike to a remote spot by a river or waterfalls and read.

    Married to her best friend, she is learning that humor, love and patience help her navigate her way through her twins’ teen years. Her motto: Escape to read and Read to escape. "Maggie Thom writes a fast paced thriller laced with romance that keeps the reader interested and on edge!" InDtale Magazine

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    Jul 23, 2014

    Have You Seen My Tail? Book Blast (Jul 23 to 25)

    Mother Daughter Book Reviews is pleased to be coordinating a Book Blast for the adorable picture book "Have You Seen My Tail?" by Kathryn Harper.

    Have You Seen My Tail? by Kathryn Harper

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    Title: Have You Seen My Tail? (Katie-Jane, Book #2) | Author & Illustrator: Kathryn Harper | Publication Date: July, 2014 | Publisher: Green Cup Publishing | Pages: 36 | Recommended Ages: 3 to 8

    Summary: Anyone who has ever struggled to accept - or longed to experience - change of any kind will be able to relate to Katie-Jane's second story, "Have You Seen My Tail?" Using rhyming verse, and laugh-out-loud moments, Katie-Jane begins this story feeling bored. She is surprised and shocked as she meets a butterfly, a frog and a snake; who are all struggling to accept the recent big changes in their lives. Different perspectives help all four characters to accept their own situations, and embrace change in the way life offers it to them. "Have You Seen My Tail?" is the second book in the six-part Katie-Jane series, designed to encourage the reader to 'be the very best version of you.'

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    • "Katie-Jane is a very sweet character in "Have You Seen My Tail?" She helps to explain change in a gentle and unsuspecting way. This is the second book in the series for Author, Kathryn Harper. She writes a relatable story that children all over the world can grasp and understand. " ~ 5 Star Review, Mary Jo P., Amazon

    About the Author: Kathryn Harper

    Kathryn HarperI have always loved to write, draw and create, but my books are inspired by more than my love for their medium.

    As a child I was selective mute. Both my struggles and my breakthroughs are a source of inspiration toward creating Katie-Jane and her stories.

    I grew up in the UK, after living in Johannesburg between the ages of two and five. Today I live in Wanaka, New Zealand, with my two gorgeous children and partner, Simon. I feel incredibly lucky to be able to call this place home, where an adventure can begin every time we step outside.

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    Cover Reveal for The Undead: Playing for Keeps

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    THE UNDEAD: Playing for Keeps

    by Elsie Elmore

    Genere: YA Paranormal
    Publisher: Curiosity Quills
    Cover Artist: Alexandria Thompson
    Release Date: September 3, 2014


    When an undead woman with serious de-comp issues stalks sixteen-year-old Lyla Grimm, her hope of rescuing her rock-bottom reputation takes a back seat. Especially once Lyla’s new talent of resurrecting the dead draws the attention of Eric, a Grim Reaper with a guitar and a chip on his shoulder.

    While Lyla navigates the gossip-ridden halls, Eric works to gain her trust and discover why Death’s clients aren’t staying down. If she passes on her gift, his death-messenger destiny might be altered. But the closer he gets to Lyla, the less sure he is of his plan. The dead are way easier to deal with than the living.

    Gossip explodes, the Grimm family implodes, and desperation sets in. Death wants the gift and a soul. Lyla and Eric face hard choices with hidden consequences. Sometimes life’s choices aren’t really choices at all.

    Chapter One Excerpt



    My stomach drops when I see the dead woman lying on the table. Convinced the dim light is playing tricks on my eyes, I reach over and flip the switch. The overhead fluorescents flicker on and light cascades down onto the body. Dread replaces the doubt. I move closer for a better look. She’s not peaceful like the others. This is bad, really bad. Mom will go ballistic when she sees this.

    “Lyla, what are you doing back here?” Ben whispers and gives me a playful shove.

    I flinch, almost coming out of my skin. Ben’s always been better at the scaring game we started a long time ago. While I both love and hate our game, I also suck at it.

    I turn and squint at him. “Asshole. This room should be off limits.”

    “Language,” he chides and clicks his tongue. After glancing at the body, he steps up beside me and snickers. “You’re in so much trouble,” he says, drawing out each word as if it were a paragraph.

    “No, I’m not.”

    “Where’s Kate?”

    “She’s gone, I guess.”

    Kate Huntington, the eccentric beautician with tacky green highlights is gone, and only her handiwork remains. Glittery blue eye shadow and sapphire eyeliner cover the dead woman’s lids. Black mascara coats her lashes so thickly that her eye sockets resemble piles of tangled spider legs. She looks like a showgirl, an old, dead showgirl. I don’t even want to acknowledge the dark foundation, the cherry red lipstick, or the words “I quit” scrawled in eyeliner across her forehead.

    “Mom and Dad are going to freak when they find out she left this. Mrs. Weller’s visitation is tonight.”

    “Wait.” Ben’s interest shifts and he takes a closer look at the still body. “This is Mrs. Weller?”


    “Leave her. Nobody will come see her anyway.” His nose wrinkles at the lifeless form. “Everybody hated her.”

    “You hated her. I don’t think everyone else did.”

    “She was horrible.”

    “You’re still holding a grudge? You were in seventh grade when she busted you for taking off during the Chamber of Commerce field trip. Let it go.”

    I lean closer to Mrs. Weller’s face. She looks like a sweet old lady, if you ignore what Kate did, but Ben always hated her. Then again, Ben dislikes most of his teachers. They all want him to work harder to meet his potential. Ben has other plans for his potential.

    “Whatever. You wouldn’t know. Your nose stays stuck so far up their—”

    I elbow him in the ribs. “Grab me a wet washrag. I’ve got to fix this.”

    “No. I’m not touching anything in here, her included.”

    “I didn’t ask you to touch her. I just asked you to get a washrag. You scared?”

    “Disgusted is more like it.”

    I huff, walking over to the sink. The room reeks of disinfectant, but it’s better than the embalming room smell that clings to everything like cobwebs.

    “Are you worried Dad will mistake your help for interest? You know, this place isn’t the enemy.”

    “Easy for you to say. He’s not trying to steal your future.” He crosses his arms. Ben’s senior year has been a struggle about his future. He and Dad both want control.

    Grimm Funeral Home is now run by the fifth generation of Grimms. Dad worked here part-time as a teenager and returned after college just as his father before him had and so on and so on.

    “What are you doing here anyway?” he asks. “Mom and Dad will be pissed if they catch you back here.”

    “I came to ask Mom about spending the night at Cassie’s.”

    “But Mom’s not in here.”

    “I know. But I couldn’t walk by the door without peeking. And this is what I found.”

    The water from the faucet splashes around the big white ceramic basin. Every room down the back hallway has too much white: white walls, white counters, and white cabinets. Everything feels sterile, worse than a doctor’s office.

    “You’re really going to touch her?” Ben asks, now standing farther away from the table.

    “Yep. I am.” I haven’t thought about it enough to freak myself out, unlike Ben. “It’s just a body without a soul, like a table. No big deal. Well, except for the horrendous makeup.”

    “I wouldn’t. Mom and Dad are going to rail on you if you screw this up, which you’re going to do.” He sweeps his dark hair off his forehead while he inches backwards. “You don’t wear makeup. How are you going to know how to put it on?”

    “I’ll rely on my artistic ability.” I dab Mrs. Weller’s face with the warm rag. “Besides, I do wear makeup.”

    “Lyla, stop.” He points at the table. “Aren’t you supposed to be licensed or vaccinated to do this? What if she was sick or something?”

    Is that genuine concern in his voice? “I’ll be fine. Besides, it has to get done. Mom’s got too much going on today and Dad doesn’t know the first thing about makeup.”

    “Touching her is a bad idea,” he snaps.

    ElsieElmoreAuthor Bio

    Elsie Elmore lives in North Carolina with her husband and two kids.

    With a science education degree from NCSU, she never imagined she would someday write stories that challenge the laws of nature. She loves the color red, has an appreciation for chocolate and coffee that borders on obsession, and wishes fall temperatures would linger year round.

    Elsie is a member of several writing organizations: RWA, SCBWI, and WSW. The Undead : Playing for Keeps is her debut novel. Find her on the web: on twitter at @ElsieWriter, her blog, or on Facebook.

    Jul 22, 2014

    Book Tour: Walk With Me by Kaitlyn Stone July 22nd – 28th (New Adult Romance) Reviews

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    Walk with Me

    (The Thin Blue Thread)

    Author: Kaitlyn Stone
    Genre: Contemporary New Adult
    Publish Date: July 22nd, 2014
    Publisher: BookStrand
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    ~ Synopsis ~

    After escaping her abusive parents, nineteen-year-old Kenna Sloane is determined to create an independent life, free of emotional distraction. The last thing this focused college student wants is a relationship, especially with a hot rookie cop popular with the badge bunnies.

    When Kenna reluctantly agrees to a double date with Santa Monica cop Donovan Alexander, she’s launched on an exciting and dangerous journey. With time, she discovers some souls are instinctively drawn together to quiet the pain of their traumatic pasts. But even after the revelation of Donovan’s own secret burden, Kenna continues to battle the fear she may be too broken for her modern day knight in blue.
    Can Kenna open her heart to the healing light of true love before peril strikes?
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    Robbie Amell – Donovan Alexander
    Lucy Hale – Kenna Sloane

    Michelle Williams – Danielle
    Josh Hartnett – Tyler


    “Pine is good to get the fire started or for short periods of time because it catches and burns quickly. It burns hot and fast. Oak is a denser wood—a more complex wood. You choose oak when you want a fire that lasts longer. It’s a little harder to get oak started. It takes patience and care in the beginning. But once it gets started, it just takes a little oxygen to ignite it and it can burn into the night.” He answers in a reticent tone, but somehow I think he may be talking about more than wood.
    I’m staring at the flames and the multitude of colors when Donovan reaches his hand up to my face and brushes my hair back behind my shoulder. The warmth of his fingers burns into my skin and instinctively my face turns toward him. When I look into his eyes humor is absent, only passion remains. “You are so beautiful.” Without breaking eye contact he leans toward me for a kiss.
    I close my eyes when his soft, warm lips touch mine and I exhale with a slight whimper. This sound fuels his momentum and he quickly deepens the kiss. With Donovan’s support, I lay down to the floor and he moves closer to my side, stretching out next to me with his torso over mine. He pulls his face back. “You keep surprising me, Kenna. Tonight has been fun. It’s not easy to find someone so sexy, so smart, and so funny. I think we’re connecting on so many levels and I’m developing very strong feelings for you already. Plus, you looked really good in your ‘bikini.’”
    I say nothing in return, but he doesn’t wait for a response because he leans back down and covers my smile with his mouth and we begin kissing again. I don’t respond with words but my lips and body speak for me. My breath becomes ragged, matching his, and my hands wander over his chest, arms and back.
    When I can’t take the heat building within me any longer, I sit up, pulling Donovan with me, rip my sweatshirt off, throw it to the side, then start for the hem of his. Understanding my intent, Donovan helps my shaking hands do their job dragging his shirt off. I drop my gaze to his hard muscles and reach up with one hand trailing my trembling fingers along his smattering of chest hair. I kneel up and straddle his lap, now using both hands, tracing his shoulders and arms. Donovan leans back with his hands and arms extended behind him, giving me full access to his upper body. So open and vulnerable.
    My eyes catch the ripple from his six-pack and I skim my fingers quickly down to my new target. Using both hands, I let my index fingers cascade slowly down his stomach from his chest to the waistband of his pajama bottoms. I can feel him growing harder under me and I look up into his half-hooded eyes.
    That’s it—game on.

    Dropping his hands from my arms, Donovan gestures his hand around the room. “This is where I come to get away and lose myself or to just think. I can work out here for hours. There’s something about working with your hands” – he flashes me a devilish grin, grabbing at my waist and pulling me into him – “that clears the mind.”
    I yelp at his manhandling and giggle trying to squirm out of his hold. Donovan at first tightens his grip on me, smiling salaciously, but then with a wicked glint in his eyes his posture changes and he starts tickling me on the sides. “No! Stop it!” I screech. But he continues his pleasurable torment, working one hand down to the back of my thigh. “Donovan! Please stop. I can’t take it. I’m going to pee my pants.” With my final plea he drops his hands.
    We stand quietly facing each other, chests heaving from the short burst of excitement. With a wild gleam in his eyes, Donovan leans down and throws me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “Donovan Alexander!” I scream in protest. “You put me down!” He ignores my demand and carries me out of the workshop and over next door.
    “You’re so cute when you get all indignant. You want down?” he says and slowly lowers me to the floor inside his bachelor pad. I’m standing facing him with my body pressed against his. His eyes are searing into mine and his hands are securing me in place at the waist. My chest is rising and falling with deep, steady breaths and moisture and heat are building between my thighs. I’m so turned on by his caveman gesture of dragging me back to his den against my will. At this moment I want him to take me. A primal need exists deep within my body for Donovan to bury himself inside me and quite the dull ache that’s been building in my groin since the first day I’ve laid eyes on him.
    There is no denying the raw sexual attraction to Donovan. And this is one area I can tell he isn’t passive about—sex. In public he is the perfect gentleman, so polite and respectful. But behind closed doors I bet an alter ego exists. He is commanding, passionate, and insatiable. I don’t know what makes me think this with my limited experience, but something tells me he is going to be the same in bed and I don’t know if I can wait any longer to test my theory. My self-control is waning after a delicious dinner with this perfect man and his perfect TV family. If he wanted to take me right here and now, it would be the dream ending to the evening.

    I shift my body to face Donovan squarely. My eyes soften in sadness. He scans my face with tightness in his troubled eyes and a turned-down mouth. “I was worried you would lose respect for me once you learned of my secret and maybe even decide to move on,” Donovan admits.
    How could he think I would move on because of this secret? If anyone should be running, it’s him. I’m damaged goods. I’ve built walls around me so high I’m starting to wither from the constant shadow cast on my being. But Donovan has already helped me break through some of my walls and I’m being drawn toward the sliver of steady light streaming in that is him. We are both injured souls from our pasts. Maybe together we can help heal each other and walk hand in hand toward the happiness that we both deserve.
    “Donovan, I’m falling for you, too,” I declare with certainty. “And it scares me, but your honesty and trust with your secret make me feel like we are both starting at an equally vulnerable place and only good things can come from this point forward.”
    Donovan gives me a half smile, zeroing in on his target of my lips. We lean toward each other with electrifying passion, pouring our unrestricted feelings into a kiss that never ends. He guides our bodies down to his bed and adjusts his torso over mine. The intensity of the kiss increases and we are all lips and tongue and teeth everywhere.

    He drops his mouth to my neck and grazes his teeth on my ear. “I have needed this, I have needed you and I didn’t even know it until you came in to my life.” Donovan crushes his mouth to mine, forcing a moan deep from my throat. He teases my tongue with his and lets out a guttural growl as his hands start to wander down my shoulder to my waist and slowly back up to my breast. I arch my breast into his palm, begging for more of his touch. I hitch my leg over his, digging my hip into his side, feeling his hardened length against my thigh. I whimper from the tightening and pulling in my groin and begin grabbing at fistfuls of his shirt, trying to pull him closer to my body.
    Donovan responds to my need for him to be closer by dropping his chest on mine with the support of one elbow and moving his hand from my breast to my hip and thigh hitched over his leg. He cups my ass and pulls it closer to his side, grinding me on his leg. The sensation from the friction of my jeans over my underwear is building and I moan and whimper louder and more frequently into his mouth. Donovan releases his grip on my ass and pulls me by the waist flat on top of him.
    I betray my body, reaching behind me, taking a hold of Donovan’s hands, pulling them off me and up next to our heads, interlacing our fingers. I slow the kissing and steady the rocking. I pull my face back slightly and we smile at each other, basking in the afterglow of such passion. I think we both know how amazing it’s going to be when I completely surrender to him. But after hearing his confession I now want to wait—to make it special. This is different than with any of the other guys I’ve ever been with, and I want my first time with Donovan to be magical. This is going to be more than amazing sex. I can see that now. This is going to be the merging of our bodies, our minds, and our souls.

    I look in to his half-hooded eyes and drop my lips to just a fraction above his. He opens his lips slightly and I mimic the action of kissing him but don’t actually touch his lips. The magnetic or electric pull between us is palpable. The further I pull back it wanes, but hovering my lips just over his builds in sensation. It’s like two magnets coming close together. I love this feeling—the building in intensity with each swipe of my lips close to his but not actually touching.
    Donovan pulls his hands from mine and grabs the sides of my head, pulling me into him, crashing his mouth on mine, and detonating an explosive kiss that sends me reeling into outer space. Without breaking our kiss, he rolls me over on to my back, taking back control. I submit to him because I trust him. He must sense this because he slows the kiss and eventually stops by laying his forehead to mine as we catch our breath. He pulls his lips back from mine and swipes away the hair from my face, planting gentle kisses all over my lips, jaw, and neck.  I feel like we have just shared in something liberating for both our souls and we can now walk hand in hand toward that healing light.

    “Now, that’s not fair. How can someone look so unbelievably hot in just my T-shirt and boxer briefs?” He makes me blush, which is not easy to do. He saunters over to me and wraps his arms around my waist, letting his hands slowly wander down the back of the boxers. Grazing my backside with both hands, Donovan gently grabs a handful. “These look so damn sexy on you. Forget about Victoria’s Secret.”
    “I may have to steal these to wear at home,” I say. “I like the way the shirt smells of you.” I lift the collar, taking a whiff.
    “Really? They’re clean.”
    “I know I can smell the laundry soap, but I can also smell your scent on it.”
    “Hmm. Something about that is sexy, too. Okay, you can take the shirt home, but we’ll keep these boxers here for you when you sleep over. Deal?” Donovan says, squeezing my bottom. “Now let’s get this cute little ass of yours into my bed.”
    I giggle and pause at the foot of the bed. “Wait. What side do you sleep on?”
    He points to the right side, furthest from the door. “I sleep on that side.” Which makes sense since the alarm clock is over there. So I walk over to the left side and slide in under the covers. Donovan takes a quick trip to the bathroom and when he comes out he turns the lights off, checks the locks on the door, and comes over to his side of the bed, slipping under the covers.
    “Can I kiss you good night?” he asks, shifting on his side to face me.
    “I would love that. Please do,” I purr at him.
    The room is almost pitch black except for the faint blue glow of the clock radio, but I can make out Donovan is leaning in for a kiss. When our lips connect a warm glow begins to spread from my face to my neck and down my body. So slowly and gently we move our lips together. The contact awakens all the sexual feelings suppressed throughout the night, during our no-touching ride-along. Donovan lifts his hand to stroke the side of my face and cradles my head, deepening the kiss. His tongue is cool and tastes of toothpaste and Diet Coke. Our breaths begin to mingle and come at a more rapid rate. With every exhale Donovan absorbs the earlier tension allowing me to relax and succumb to him. We continue to kiss—lips, tongue, lips and tongue, making love with our mouths.
    Donovan’s hand leaves my face and, starting at my waist, inches up to my right breast. Skimming the pad of his thumb along my erect nipple, he sends a shockwave of passion right between my thighs and I arc into his hand. His kissing becomes more urgent and our breaths come in quick short bursts forcing us to break. Moving his lips along my jawline to my neck and over to the sensitive spot below my ear, he continues kissing, licking and sucking on my neck and fondling my right breast over the T-shirt.
    Moving his hand back down to my waist, he slips his hand under the shirt, stroking my bare skin and making me shudder. A small whimper seeps from my mouth, and like a beacon, the sound brings Donovan’s lips back to mine. With each stroke he moves his hand higher up my shirt. The anticipation of his hand touching my breast is almost agonizing, and I begin sucking and biting at his lower lip and teasing his mouth with my tongue. I want him to touch me so badly, but he’s taking his time.

    About the Author

    Since childhood, Kaitlyn Stone has gravitated toward fairy tales and happily- ever-after's, forever chasing the first love dragon. She is a self-professed adventure junkie, constantly talking her husband and family into some new life adventure, where they’ve learned to just buckle up for the exciting ride. When they do stay home, it’s in sunny Southern California located along the Pacific Ocean.

    Contemporary New Adult
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    Inspiration for book

    Well, I love New Adult romances. I go for the popular book with the highest rating and coolest cover. I figure if everyone else thinks it’s worth 4 or 5 stars, then it must be good. One day I was reading one, and thought, my romance story is better than this. Not my writing, but my story. So I sat down to write it, never thinking I’d actually publish it.

    My book is inspired by true events in my own life. But once I started to write my story, it didn’t seem quite as interesting on paper, so I fictionalized my characters, created backstories, and developed a more intriguing plot. Once my characters came to life, they had a mind and mouth of their own and started saying and doing things true to their character. But the simple storyline and about half the scenes in the novel were inspired by true events. Let me tell you this: motorcycle muffler burns on your inner calf are really painful and slow to heal.

    Why—out of all the ideas swimming around in your brain were you compelled to work on this?
    I’ve always thought my husband and I had a fairytale romance, an amazing connection. True soul mates. I wanted to put our story into writing to inspire others to believe in “true love”, and to believe that unconditional love has the power to heal. That was the underlying message in this first book.
    I wrote WALK WITH ME as a dedication to my husband for our milestone anniversary coming up this year.

    Name of one or two people who helped you and why? 
    There have been so many wonderful people I’ve met along the way, and I have found my sister writers to be nothing but encouraging and supportive. But I have to give a lot of credit to someone who doesn’t even know the impact they made on me. In my day job I’m a counselor of sorts. I meet and speak at length with the most amazing people. One day I was counseling a famous 85 year-old woman who was working on a screen play with her even more famous celebrity granddaughter. During this time, I was about half way through my book. Without her knowing she inspired me to pursue my crazy idea of finishing this book and trying to get it published. She told me she didn’t begin writing until middle age and went on to turn some of her books into screenplays, one of which won her an Emmy. Now, I don’t think I’m going to win an Emmy, but I thought, if this 85-year-old woman can start writing in her forties and get published, so can I. You never know who is going to impact your life at just the right time.

    If you could give fellow artists/fans/followers key advice from your experience working on this project—what would it be? 
    This isn’t really advice, but more of a certain mindset which has helped me through my journey. I know it’s difficult, but try not to take rejection, critiques, or criticisms personally. If you look at everything as an opportunity to improve your craft, you won’t let your emotions get in the way of your goals. It has nothing to do with you as a person. I never had dreams to be a famous writer, so my ego or feelings aren’t hurt if I fail or get knocked down. I just get up and use the problem as a lesson and foundation for a stepping stone to reach my next goal.

    Your hopes/plans for the future and/or next project?
    Like I said above. I plan to continue on this path until it ends or it is no longer fun. Donovan and Kenna’s story isn’t over. I still have more to tell. I will take the criticism from my reviews and use that to improve my writing and my next project. The next book in my series deals with other typical growing pains that arise in new adults when they’re trying to find themselves and their own identity, plus, consequences of actions that took place at the end of book one.

    Hit us with your BRAGGING RIGHTS! (Awards/Attention – that kind of stuff!)
    Okay, Bragging Rights. How about this: I like to set goals, work toward those goals, complete them, and then make new goals. It keeps me focused and on task. I knew I needed to start practicing my pitching for agents and publishers, so started pitching everywhere I could – agents, contests, etc. On a fluke I pitched to a small publishing house looking for steamy novels of all genre, including New Adult. This was my first pitch to a publishing house and a week later I was offered a contract. I think that’s something to brag about.


    1 The name Donovan Alexander means dark haired chieftain, whose role is to protect his clan
    2 Donovan hates to have his feet touched
    3 The name Kenna Sloane means fiery warrior. She rises to represent her name.
    4 Kenna loves to have her feet rubbed
    5 Danielle sings in the shower
    6 Tyler writes poetry


    Willful – Kenna’s personality
    Action packed, never a dull moment in this book
    Love – the power to heal
    Kindred spirits – What Kenna and Donovan are

    Weeping, what you will do from some scenes
    Intriguing storyline
    Titillating tale of love and romance
    Happily ever after

    Moving, compelling – the feelings evoked from specific chapters
    Encouraging, patient – Donovan’s treatment toward Kenna


    • Twilight Series
    • Titanic
    • Psych
    • Blacklist
    • The Amazing Race/Survivor
    • Elementary/Sherlock Holms
    • Bachelor/bachelorette
    • Castle
    • American Idol/So You Think You Can Dance
    • Rookie Blue


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