Showing posts with label KL Grayson. Show all posts
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Monday, January 30, 2017

The Truth About Lennon ~ KL Grayson ~ Cover Reveal

Today we have the gorgeous cover reveal for The Truth About Lennon by K.L. Grayson! Check out this gorgeous cover and be sure to preorder your copy today!

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Title: The Truth About Lennon

Author: K.L. Grayson

Release Date: February 21st

Genre: Contemporary Romance

 

About The Truth About Lennon:

Lennon Barrick-St. James is making headlines as New York City's hottest new socialite. Only she isn't new at all. One well-intentioned night gone wrong has landed the daughter of the vice presidential candidate Christopher St. James on the front pages of every newspaper and magazine in the country. Forced by her father to stay out of the limelight, Lennon flees to the quiet town of Haven, Texas, where she vows to lie low and avoid men. Well, except for the sexy biker she just ran off the road--she definitely won't be avoiding him. Noah Cunningham Already has a girl in his life, and he sure as hell doesn't need another. Especially the beautiful and sinfully sweet angel that just descended upon the quiet little town he calls home. The only problem is that the more time he spends with Lennon, the more he wants to be with her. And that's just not going to work for Noah. He's already been burned once and he's not so sure he's ready to go down that road again. Noah has spent the last five years putting his life back together after secrets and lies ripped it apart. So what will happen when he learns the Truth about Lennon.

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Exclusive Excerpt: “Can I help you?” “Yes, I’m looking for Noah Cunningham. He was brought in by ambulance a little while ago.” The woman looks me over and she smiles, but it isn’t as friendly as it should be. “Are you family?” “Um…” I shake my head. “No.” Her smile fades, and I quickly improvise because I know that look. If I’m not family, she won’t let me back there to see him. “Not yet, at least,” I say, mustering up as much conviction as I can. “I’m his fiancée.” Oh shit. I can’t believe I just said that. Too late now. That makes her frown. “Noah doesn’t have a fiancée.” “How do you know?” Narrowing her eyes, the woman stands behind her desk. “I grew up with Noah. Our brothers are friends. I think I’d know if he was dating, let alone engaged,” she says—a bit too defensively, if you ask me. Does this woman have a thing for Noah? A hint of jealousy sparks in my veins, surprising me. “I assure you he does,” I say with just as much bite, because as it turns out, I have a thing for him too. The bitch crosses her arms over her chest. “Where’s your ring?” “I didn’t put it on this morning. What are you, the engagement police?” Not the cleverest thing to say, I know, but it’s the best I could come up with. Lips pressed firmly together, the woman glares. If looks could kill I’d be dead, buried, and forgotten about. I glance at the woman’s name tag before meeting her death stare head on. “Now I get it,” I say, snapping my fingers as though I should’ve recognized her sooner. “You’re Penny.” Penny’s scowl turns into more of a frown. “Noah told me all about you.” As expected, this perks her up. “He did?” She quickly realizes her mistake. “I mean, of course he did.” “There you are, Lennon!” I turn to see Mikey, the guy from the ambulance, walking toward us. If the look on his face is any indication, he caught some—if not all—of my little white lie. Leaning against the desk, he smiles warmly at the woman. “How are ya, Penny?” It’s amazing how her demeanor changes in the presence of a man. “Hey, Mikey. I’m good. Just been workin’ a lot, ya know?” Mikey nods, and Penny glances at me somewhat timidly. “This woman is trying to tell me she’s engaged to Noah.” “Wait…” Mikey waves a finger between me and Penny. “You mean you didn’t know about Lennon? Brad didn’t tell you?” Penny shakes her head and opens her mouth to respond, but Mikey cuts her off with a fake disappointed sigh. “I guess I’m not really surprised,” he says. “He hasn’t been around much lately, what with his new job and all. How’s that going for him, anyway?” “Good,” she says, looking back toward me, clearly wanting to redirect the conversation. “Good.” Mikey nods. “That’s good. Well,” he says, clapping a hand on the desk, “I’ll take Lennon down to Noah’s room before I go, if it’s all right with you.” Plopping down in her seat, Penny huffs. “Fine.” With a hand pressed to my back, Mikey guides me down the hall. “Thank you,” I whisper when I’m certain we’re out of earshot. “Are you kidding me? Noah should be thanking you. He’s been turning down Penny since the third grade, and now maybe she’ll get off of his back for good.” “Well, then…” I puff out my chest. “I’m glad I was able to help. But I’ll be honest; I thought for sure I lied to the wrong person. I was really worried there for a second.” “This is a small town, Lennon. The kind where everybody knows everybody, everybody thinks they know everything, and you can’t piss without it ending up in the paper or on Facebook. It’ll do you good to remember that.” “Does that mean—” “Yup.” He nods before I even finish. “Penny has probably already posted about it, tweeted it, Snapchatted it, and found a way to put it up on Instagram.” “Great.” I stare at the hospital door. “Now Noah’s really going to hate me, and we don’t even know each other.” “Nah. Noah’s pretty laid back.” I look up at him, cocking a brow. “Okay, he’s uptight, but he’ll see the humor in it,” he says, opening the door before quietly adding, “I think.” A man in a long, white coat is standing in the room, waving his hands as he talks to Noah, who is stretched out on the bed, his jeans and T-shirt now replaced by a green hospital gown. Noah’s eyes widen when he notices me walking into the room behind Mikey. “What is she doing here?” he says, cutting off the doctor. “She’s your fiancée; where else would she be?” We all turn toward the snide voice. Penny. Go figure, she must’ve followed us. She flits around the room. Doing what? No clue. Probably just being nosy. “Fiancée?” Noah looks from Penny to Mikey and narrows his eyes when they land on me. I’m going to go straight to hell. “It’s okay,” I soothe, sitting on the bed next to him. Smiling down, I brush his hair off of his forehead. It’s soft, and I let my fingers linger longer than necessary as I imagine what it would be like to belong to this man—to be able to touch him whenever I wanted, run my fingers through his shaggy hair, kiss him. The thoughts in my mind have no business being there, but I can’t help but wish for every single one. Feeling the weight of silence, I clear my throat. “I told her.” I glance at Penny, who is frowning. “And she’s not going to say anything, are you, Penny? Because we haven’t officially announced it yet.” Her eyes widen, guilt splattered across her face. “Uh...” “I’m so lost,” Noah mumbles, running a hand over his ruggedly handsome face. “Maybe I did hit my head, doc.” “I’m sorry, I missed your name.” The young doctor sticks out his hand, which I quickly accept. “Lennon.” He smiles. “It’s nice to meet you, Lennon. My name is Dr. Ward, and I took care of your fiancé when he came in. In fact,” he says, looking at Noah, “I was just telling him what will need to be done once he gets home.” “Yes.” I turn toward the doctor, giving him my full attention like any dutiful fiancée would. “Please, fill me in.” “You don’t have to fill her in,” Noah says, trying to nudge me off the bed. “She’s not—” “Shush.” Pressing a finger against his mouth, I frown. So does Noah. “He absolutely will fill me in. Who else is going to take care of you?” He swats my hand away. “I don’t need anyone to take care of me.” “That’s not entirely true,” Dr. Ward interjects. “Fine.” Noah rolls his eyes. “I’ll have my mother come help me.” “She’s on vacation,” Mikey offers, holding his hands up in surrender when Noah shoots him a nasty glare. “Noah, this is good. You’ll need some assistance for a few days, someone to help you get around the house so you can stay off your ankle,” Dr. Ward says. “I’m good, doc, really.” He nudges me again, but I just wrap his hand in mine and kiss his knuckles adoringly. Noah furrows his brow and presses his lips together. His gaze on me is so powerful, I swear the man can hold a conversation with just his eyes. What the fuck are you up to? I squint at him, letting him know I’ve got the wheel right now. Play along or I’ll run you off the road again. Noah blows out a long, frustrated breath, and I know I’ve won him over. “Anyway.” The doctor clears his throat. “Noah sprained his ankle during the accident. Nothing is broken, but he did a number on it. He also has a laceration on his leg that we cleaned up. It didn’t need stitches, but I’d like for him to keep an eye on it, because we don’t want it to get infected. I’ll have Penny print out the instructions and give them to you.” I nod, and when Dr. Ward isn’t looking, Penny rolls her eyes. “I would like it if you could stay off your foot for a couple of days,” he says to Noah. “Your ankle needs rest and ice.” “Rest and Ice. Got it.” I turn to Noah. “I’ll just plan on staying with you for the next couple of days.” “He’s your fiancée,” Penny exclaims. “Don’t you live with him?” “No.” I might not be southern, but I do my best to tack on some southern belle charm. I press a hand to my chest, feigning disbelief. “Daddy would not approve of that. No shackin’ up until we’re married. Right, sweetie?” “Shackin’ up?” Noah says. “Whatever.” Penny walks out, followed by the doctor, and Mikey claps his hands together. “Well, folks, I’ve gotta get going.” He walks toward me and squeezes my shoulder. “Lennon, I’ll swing by Noah’s tonight and make sure you two don’t need anything.” “Wait. What?” Noah pulls his hand from mine and scowls up at Mikey. “She’s not really coming home with me.” “Yes, she is.” Mikey looks to me for confirmation, and I nod. “How else would you get home? You don’t have your bike, and your parents are out of town.” “You,” Noah says. “You can take me home.” “Sorry, man. Can’t. Gotta finish my shift. Plus, there’s no way in hell I’m taking care of your ass.” “But you’re a fucking paramedic.” Mikey shrugs. “So? I do that shit all day long. I don’t want to do it when I’m off. Plus, Lennon here has already volunteered to take care of your gimp ass.” “This is a fucking joke.” Noah clenches his hands against the sheet. “She caused all of this,” he says, waving toward his ankle. “If it wasn’t for her, I wouldn’t even be here.” “And that’s exactly why I want you to let me help,” I plead. “I feel horrible. I promise I’ll take really good care of you, and I won’t get in your way at all. And I won’t really move in for the next few days; I’ll just come by and make sure you don’t need anything, maybe cook dinner for you.” This isn’t exactly how I’d planned to spend my first few days in Heaven, but I like the idea of taking care of someone. Particularly this someone. “You don’t even know me,” he argues. I stick my hand out to shake his, and all he does is scowl. Mikey shoves an elbow into his arm and finally, reluctantly, Noah shakes my hand. Mikey smiles. “Noah, meet Lennon, your fiancée.” “Fuck.” Noah groans, dropping his head back on the pillow, and Mikey shoots me a wink.

  Kirby

About K.L. Grayson:

K.L. Grayson resides in a small town outside of St. Louis, MO. She is entertained daily by her extraordinary husband, who will forever inspire every good quality she writes in a man. Her entire life rests in the palms of six dirty little hands, and when the day is over and those pint-sized cherubs have been washed and tucked into bed, you can find her typing away furiously on her computer. She has a love for alpha-males, brownies, reading, tattoos, sunglasses, and happy endings…and not particularly in that order. Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/KL-Grayson/1403900879892076?ref=hl Twitter: https://twitter.com/authorklgrayson IG: @booksbyklgrayson  

Friday, March 18, 2016

Meet The Author ~ K.L. Grayson

So excited to welcome K. L. Grayson to our Meet The Author spot this week. Everyone give Kirby a big "Hello!"


Published Work:

Touch of Fate Series: 


Where We Belong

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Amazon ~ In Kindle Unlimited



Pretty Pink Ribbons

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Amazon ~ In Kindle Unlimited



 On Solid Ground

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Amazon ~ In Kindle Unlimited



 Live Without Regret

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Amazon ~ In Kindle Unlimited







Standalone title: 



A Lover’s Lament

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Amazon ~ In Kindle Unlimited







What are you working on now?
I’m currently working on a mafia duet, and I’m stoked about it

Do you get to write full time or do you have a "day" job?
I have a full time job that I love very much!

Favorite part of being an author?
Meeting so many great people. Some of my bests friends I’ve met through the “book world”.

Scariest part of being an author?
Putting your words out there for the world. Opening yourself up to the criticism.

Who are your favorites to read?
Jill Shalvis, Bella Andre, Jennifer Probst, Jennifer L. Armentrout, Kristen Proby

If you could have one super power, what would it be?
Wow, that’s an amazing question. I wish I had the power to heal. How amazing would that be, to know that you could help save so many lives. I don’t know that, maybe it would be depressing knowing that you were missing some people. Maybe I should’ve picked invisibility … LMAO

One piece of advice for an aspiring writer?
Write. Write. Write. And then write some more. Write for yourself, write what you love, write what’s in your heart. And when the voices are quiet and you have no words … keep writing.

Where can we find you?
Webpage: www.klgrayson.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/KL-Grayson-1403900879892076/?ref=hl

Friday, February 12, 2016

Live Without Regret ~ KL Grayson ~ NEW RELEASE

It’s release day for Live Without Regret by K.L. Grayson! Grab your copy of this sexy contemporary romance and check out the exclusive excerpt we’re sharing, and be sure to enter the giveaway!

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About Live Without Regret:   LWR_FrontCover L.O.V.E.   How can those four letters cause so much pain? Everyone talks about how great love is, with all the flowers and the butterflies, but that wasn’t my experience at all. Love wasn’t something I wanted or even needed. Nope. Been there. Done that. I have the sweat, tears and blood-soaked T-shirt to prove it. The jagged edges of a damaged heart tell the story of my past, but just because I’ve sworn off love doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy men. Because I do. Few things feel better than being tangled up with a hard body. Grabby hands, moans of pleasure, and sighs of happiness are all part of a well-balanced diet, as long as no strings are attached. Wild, crazy sex—yes. Love—hell no. But then Connor Jackson came into my life. He’s the complete opposite of my ex. From his shaggy hair, scruffy beard, sexy tattoos, all the way down to his Chucks T’s. I want Connor. The only problem—Connor wants forever. But forever doesn’t exist. It can be taken away in the blink of an eye, and this is one heartbreak I know I wouldn’t be able to survive.   Amazon: http://amzn.to/1T9J9YC

Exclusive Excerpt:
Brittany I push the door open and a small bell signals my entry. At best, InkSlingers is a complete dive, not near as sleek-looking as some of the newer tattoo parlors. But this place has one thing—one person, really—that sets them above all the rest. Connor Jackson. Not only is he one of the most highly recommended tattoo artists in the city, but two years ago he won top prize on the reality show Inked. If I recall, the grand prize was two hundred thousand dollars to be used toward the establishment of his own parlor. So why in the hell he works in this dinky building off the corner of Hampton and Third, I have no idea. And to be honest, I don’t really care. “Hello?” I look around. The place is eerily quiet, not a soul in sight. Glancing down at my watch, I check the time. Sure enough, it’s fifteen minutes earlier than my scheduled appointment. That’s me…Miss Punctuality. I spend the next five minutes pacing across the waiting room of the shop without seeing a single person, all the while wondering who in the hell leaves their shop unattended? Just when I’m about ready to say screw it and walk out, the front door opens and once again the bell dings. I spin around on my heel, prepared to chew someone’s ass for making me wait, and then nearly trip over my own feet when I see the behemoth of a man standing in front of me. Without permission, my eyes rake him over from head to toe. His dirty blond hair is shaggy and clearly hasn’t been trimmed for months. He could probably pull it into one of those man-bun things that seem to be all the rage, but instead it hangs loose with the stray strands tucked behind his ears. My eyes travel south, taking in his plain black tee that stretches tight across his broad chest and even tighter around his biceps. A colorful sleeve of tattoos decorates his right arm, and as far as I can tell the left is completely bare. He’s sexy, in a rugged sort of way. He’s also the complete opposite of the guys I’m normally attracted to, yet I find myself enraptured. The stranger clears his throat, and my eyes snap up to find piercing blue eyes staring back at me. When he cocks an eyebrow, I realize I’ve been caught checking him out. My first instinct is to avert my eyes and murmur an apology, but then I realize that’s what the old Brittany would do. And I dropped her off by the curb a long time ago. “What?” I say, shrugging unapologetically. “Were you checking me out?” The sound of his gravelly voice does things to me that a voice should never be able to do to another human being. I squeeze my thighs together to suppress the tingling it caused. “Well, that depends.” “On what?” “Do you want me to check you out?” I ask. He nods and moves past me, his shoulder grazing mine. “Bold. I like it. What can I do for you?” Furrowing my brow, I tilt my head. I totally had him pegged for my next conquest—a.k.a. one-night stand—but I have a strange feeling he just brushed me off. I shake my head, trying to remember the question. Oh yeah. Connor. “I have a ten o’clock appointment with Connor. He’s late.” The stranger looks down at his watch and then back at me. “He’s not late. It’s only nine fifty-five.” I roll my eyes. “Okay, fine.” I walk over and plop down in a waiting room chair, then cross my legs, knee over knee. “Will you call him and see how much longer he’s going to be?” “You in a hurry?” the guy asks. Not really. No. “Maybe.” He nods and sets his to-go coffee cup and brown paper bag on the front desk, then sits down and pulls out his phone. “He won’t be long.” “Let’s hope,” I mumble, grabbing a Tattoo Weekly magazine off the table in front of me. “Would you like a doughnut?” I glance up to see the man holding up a chocolate-covered doughnut. It looks delicious, and I’m two seconds away from accepting his offer when I remember my closet full of clothes that are becoming too tight. That one doughnut will easily take me hours at the gym to burn off. “No, thank you.” He shrugs. “Suit yourself.” Smiling tightly, I look back at the magazine and spend the next several minutes absently thumbing through it. I skim a few articles then toss the magazine on the table and grab another, my frustration growing with each passing second. “Are you ready?” I glance up to find the sexy stranger standing in front of me. Putting the magazine back on the table, I look around. “Is Connor here?” The man smiles, his full lips parting to reveal perfectly white teeth. There’s a smudge of chocolate near the corner of his mouth, and I briefly wonder what he would do if I stepped forward and licked it off. “I’m Connor,” he says. His words catch me off guard and all thoughts of chocolate drift from my mind. My eyes roam his face, only this time I take a closer look. “You’re Connor?” I ask incredulously. “Wow,” he says, chuckling. “Don’t look so surprised. I take it I’m not what you expected.” His voice is clipped, and I instantly berate myself for the way that came out. “No.” I shake my head vehemently. “I didn’t mean it in a bad way. You’re an incredibly attractive man. It’s just that you look different from when you were on the show. You didn’t have the facial hair—or the long hair, for that matter—both of which I find unbelievably sexy.” Connor’s eyes widen and I realize what I said. “I can’t believe I just said that. Damn it,” I mumble, averting my eyes. This is what happens when I get nervous, and for some strange reason, Connor makes me nervous. Sighing, I decide to give up. “I’m sorry if I offended you.” My eyes are trained on the floor as I contemplate leaving to avoid further embarrassment. I’m still undecided when a pair of Chuck T’s enters my line of sight. I smile because those are my favorite shoes. “So you like the beard?” he says suggestively, causing me to look up. His blue eyes are swirling with a mixture of amusement and lust. “I like the beard.” Connor grins as though he just found out he won a prize. Without saying a word, he steps away and I follow behind. Leading me into a small room in the back of the shop, he says, “Did you find something in the magazine that you want?” “I actually have a picture of what I want.” “Let’s see it.” I walk toward him and hold out my phone. Connor takes the phone, examines the picture then looks up. “Where do you want it?” “Here.” Lifting my right arm, I tug my shirt up and point to the location along my rib cage, just under my breast. “I like that,” he says, handing me my phone. “But what if we angled it just a bit like this…” Connor puts a finger at the top of my ribs and a tiny zap of electricity jolts through my body. He looks up, his eyes searching mine before he drags the tip of his index finger along my skin. His touch leaves a trail of goose bumps. My pulse quickens, and it takes everything I have not to beg him to keep touching me when he pulls away. “What do you think?” he asks. His pupils are dilated, his breathing a bit faster, and I get the feeling he was as affected by that as I was. “I”—my voice cracks and I flush with embarrassment—“I like it. Plus, you’re the expert so I’ll leave it completely up to you.” Connor swallows hard and my eyes follow the movement. “Good choice.” He turns away. “All right, have a seat here,” he says, gesturing toward the reclined chair, and I sit down. “Turn this way.” He angles my body to the left. “Is that comfortable?” “Yep.” “Good,” he mumbles, tugging my shirt up to expose my right side again. The soft cotton slips down and he pushes it back up, only this time his hand brushes against my bra, grazing the outside of my breast. Another jolt passes through me, only this time it’s stronger. His eyes snap to mine, and I know—I know—that he felt that. As I bite down on my bottom lip, his sinful eyes flash with heat, and I watch him take a ragged breath before turning away. “So…is, uh, is this your first tattoo?” he stammers, bringing his eyes back to mine. “Nope. I have another one.” “Good, so you know what to expect.” I nod, and then he smiles brightly before getting his equipment ready. “Okay,” he says. He rubs my skin with something cool and I presume he’s prepping it. “Let’s do this.” The faint whir of the machine signals this is happening, and I squeeze my eyes shut as he gently pulls my skin taut. Okay, time to go to my happy place, which just so happens to feature none other than my sexy-as-hell tattoo artist. My mind drifts into eroticland—as I like to call it—as I picture Connor sliding his hand up my bare thigh. He hooks a finger under the side of my panties, and with his wicked eyes on me he slips a finger in— “I like the quote,” he says, pulling me from my fantasy. “Do you know what it means?” I ask, opening my eyes and then quickly looking away. I’m a doctor, so you’d think the sight of blood wouldn’t bother me. And it doesn’t, as long as it isn’t my blood. “I’ve put it on a few other people. Looked it up one time. It’s deep.” “Yeah”—I take a big breath, holding it in for a few beats before letting it out—“well…” My words trail off because I don’t really know what else to say, and I sure as hell don’t want to talk about why this particular tattoo means so much to me. Connor goes quiet, but I can feel his eyes burning a hole through my head. When I glance up, his eyes catch mine for a brief second before he looks back down. It was just enough time to tell me that he had my number. “So it’s personal, huh?” “What?” I scoff. “A girl can’t get a tattoo just to get a tattoo?” “Of course she can, but you’re different. This is personal.” He cocks his head to the side, his hair falling in front of his face. I have to fist my hands together to keep from brushing it away so that I can see his face more clearly. “Okay, fine, you’re right. It’s personal.” “I’m always right,” he says, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “It would be prudent of you to remember that.” I tilt my head to the side just as the machine turns off and Connor looks up. He has one hand settled at the base of my waist, the other holding the tattoo gun off to the side. His eyes are smoldering, pinning me in my seat. My tongue darts out, running a slow path along my lower lip, and I watch as his eyes follow along. Oh yeah, this is happening. Not one to beat around the bush, I decide to go for it. It’s obvious we’re attracted to each other, so there’s no reason for this not to happen. “What are you doing when you get off work?” Connor’s eyebrows push into his hairline. “Are you asking me out on a date?” he asks. My heart clenches inside my chest and I take a deep breath, because as much as I’d like to say yes, that just isn’t who I am anymore. “Nope,” I state impassively. “I gave up dating.” “You don’t date?” he asks incredulously. “I fuck.” Lips parted, he nods slowly several times as though he’s processing what I just said—and deciding what he’s going to do about it. “Well, that’s too bad, because I gave up fucking.” His cheeks flush, probably because he realized what he just admitted to, and I can’t help but laugh. “So you don’t have sex?” Connor rolls his eyes, and even though I’m not a fan of the gesture, he makes it look sexy. My guess is that he makes most things look sexy. “Of course I have sex, I just stopped fucking. I gave up the meaningless one-night stands.” He shrugs. “I want more.” “Ahhh.” I nod. “Well, good luck with that.” Connor doesn’t say another word. He puts the tattoo gun down and then holds up a mirror so I can check out my new ink. “It’s perfect,” I state, my eyes roaming over the beautiful script. “I’m glad you like it.” Connor puts the mirror down and slathers some Vaseline on my tattoo. He follows it up with a bandage, all the while rattling off the aftercare instructions. “Are we done?” I ask, secretly hoping he’ll tell me no. At least then I’d have a reason to stay. “We’re done.” I push up from the chair. Connor nods his head toward the front desk and I follow him up there to pay. We seem to have fallen into a comfortable silence, and his presence alone is calming in a way I can’t explain. I wish like hell that he would’ve taken me up on my offer, because I have no doubt that it would’ve been fucking fantastic. Without a word, Connor swipes my card, then I sign the receipt and shove my wallet back in my purse. When I look up, Connor is watching me intently. “Thank you,” I murmur. His blue eyes are two swirling pools of liquid heat, and what I wouldn’t give to dive in and beg him to change his rules for just one night. “Don’t thank me,” he says, shaking his head. “It was my pleasure.” We stand there for several more seconds, the air crackling around us as I search for something to say. “I’m Brittany, by the way,” I say, somewhat awkwardly. Connor grins. “I know.” I furrow my brow and he points to the desk. “You made an appointment.” “Right.” My phone beeps in my purse, and I decide that’s my cue to leave. “Well, I better go.” “When will I see you again?” he hollers as I walk toward the door. Spinning around, I give him my best come-hither look. “When I decide to get another tattoo.” “Or?” he asks, a grin splitting his ruggedly handsome face. “When you decide to fuck.” His jaw nearly hits the floor. Brittany, one. Connor, zero. I think I’m going to like playing this game.

About K. L. Grayson:

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K.L. Grayson resides in a small town outside of St. Louis, MO. She is entertained daily by her extraordinary husband, who will forever inspire every good quality she writes in a man. Her entire life rests in the palms of six dirty little hands, and when the day is over and those pint-sized cherubs have been washed and tucked into bed, you can find her typing away furiously on her computer. She has a love for alpha-males, brownies, reading, tattoos, sunglasses, and happy endings…and not particularly in that order.

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/KL-Grayson/1403900879892076?ref=hl
Twitter: https://twitter.com/authorklgrayson
 IG: @booksbyklgrayson

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Saturday, January 2, 2016

A Lover's Lament ~ KL Grayson and BT Urruela ~ REVIEW


In a matter of seconds my entire world changed, and it was in that moment that I stopped living and simply began to exist. In my grief, I sent a letter to the first boy I ever loved. I hoped in writing it I’d find some peace from the nightmare I was living, some solace in my anger. I didn’t expect him to write back. I wasn’t prepared for his words, and I certainly wasn’t ready for the impact this soldier would have on my life. A deep-rooted hate transformed into friendship, and then molded into a love like I’d never known before. Sergeant Devin Ulysses Clay did what I couldn’t: he put the shattered pieces of my heart back together, restoring my faith in humanity and teaching me how to live again. But now that I’m whole, I have a decision to make. Do I return to my life as I knew it and the fiancé I left behind, or do I walk away from it all for the only man to ever break my heart?

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 I’ve been living in hell, but you won’t hear me complain. These men depend on me, as I do them, and this brotherhood is the only family I’ve ever known. The Army saved me from a callous mother and a life on the wrong side of the tracks that was quickly spiraling out of control. So unlike most of the men in my platoon, going home wasn’t something I longed for. I was content overseas, spending my days defending this country that gave me my life back. Fighting became my new normal … until her. A letter from Katie Devora—a letter that I almost didn’t open. Her words put a fire back inside of me that I didn’t know I’d lost. She gave me hope during a time when I was fighting every day just to stay alive, and now it’s time I fight for her.


Elizabeth's Review 



4 Stars - Would Recommend to a Friend

This is a book I have been wanting to read since it was released and I am so glad I finally had the chance. I loved the premise of high school friends/sweethearts reconnecting with each other when they both really needed it - especially in a semi random/ must have been fate fashion. Both Katie and Devin are great characters that you can't help but like and root for. You want them to be successful in their individual struggles as well as a couple. The fact that one of the authors served in the military and dealt with some of the issues presented in the book gave it a sense of realism that might have been missing otherwise. This was my first book by both of the authors and I will definitely be checking out their other works in the future.

Where to find A Lover's Lament: Goodreads ~ Amazon

Monday, November 30, 2015

On Solid Ground ~ KL Grayson ~ Cover Reveal

Today we’re revealing the cover of K.L. Grayson’s On Solid Ground! I am so excited to share this gorgeous new cover with you! On Solid Ground is a novella in the Touch of Fate series and will be releasing Janurary 5th!

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 About On Solid Ground: June 5, 2008 I made a mistake of epic proportions. Moving home was an easy choice because I knew that I had to make things right. I had hoped to win back Harley’s friendship, but I never imagined that I’d win her heart … or the heart of her son. Now that I have, I’m never letting them go. They’re my life, the reason I breathe. We’ve worked hard to get where we are, and we’re finally standing on solid ground. Or so I thought … *** Tyson’s ex-fiancé wasn’t supposed to move back to St. Louis … that wasn’t part of the plan. And she sure as hell wasn’t supposed to start working with him. I trust him—at least I think I do—but when secrets are being kept and things start to unravel, I’m left wondering if I made a mistake. I allowed myself to fall in love with the only man to ever break my heart. And now I’m afraid he might break it again … This is a Harley and Tyson Touch of Fate Novella and can be read after book #1 or book #2 but should not be read as a standalone.  

 Read the series now! Where We Belong | Pretty Pink Ribbons

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  About K.L. Grayson:


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K.L. Grayson resides in a small town outside of St. Louis, MO. She is entertained daily by her extraordinary husband, who will forever inspire every good quality she writes in a man. Her entire life rests in the palms of six dirty little hands, and when the day is over and those pint-sized cherubs have been washed and tucked into bed, you can find her typing away furiously on her computer. She has a love for alpha-males, brownies, reading, tattoos, sunglasses, and happy endings…and not particularly in that order.
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