PRE-ORDER BLITZ ~ FRAGMENTS OF ASH by Katy Regnery is coming 1st October!

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Title: Fragments of Ash
(Inspired by “Cinderella”)
Collection: A Modern Fairytale
Author: Katy Regnery
Genre: Standalone Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 1, 2018

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From New York Times bestselling author Katy Regnery comes a dark and twisted retelling of the beloved fairytale, Cinderella!

My name is Ashley Ellis…

I was thirteen years old when my mother – retired supermodel, Tig – married Mosier Răumann, who was twice her age and the head of the Răumann crime family.

When I turned eighteen, my mother mysteriously died. Only then did I discover the dark plans my stepfather had in store for me all along; the debauched “work” he expected me to do.

With the help of my godfather, Gus, I have escaped from Mosier’s clutches, but his twin sons and henchmen have been tasked with hunting me down. And they will stop at nothing to return my virgin body to their father

…dead or alive.

** Contemporary Romance. Due to profanity and very strong sexual content, this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18.**

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Fragments of Ash is part of the ~a modern fairytale~ collection: contemporary, standalone romances inspired by beloved fairy tales.

The Vixen and the Vet (Beauty & the Beast) – available now
Never Let You Go (Hansel & Gretel) – available now
Ginger’s Heart (Little Red Riding Hood) – available now
Dark Sexy Knight (Camelot) – available now
Don’t Speak (The Little Mermaid) – available now
Sheer Heaven (Rapunzel) – available now
Fragments of Ash (Cinderella) – coming October 1, 2018
Swan Song (The Ugly Duckling) – coming soon

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EXCERPT:

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED © Katy Regnery and used with permission

My mind skitters to her face—her beautiful fucking face—and the way she stared at me with those wide eyes and her lips lightly parted. Those lips. She has Angelina Jolie lips. Scarlett Johanssen lips. Liv-fucking-Tyler from the “Crazy” video lips. Except this chick doesn’t look like Liv. She’s got blonde hair and a perfect pout like Alicia Silverstone. I remember the beginning of that video when our girl, Alicia, climbs out a bathroom window in her Catholic school uniform, her skirt riding up to show her black lace panties…and ahhh, yes, I feel my cock twitch just picturing it.
Fuck my life.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Because yeah, I was yelling at Jock, but she was standing behind him, and I didn’t miss the tight lines of her teenaged body under a pair of new jeans and a long-sleeved T-shirt. Her rounded tits strained just a little against the fabric of her top. Not enough to be dirty. Just enough to hate her. Because no guy alive—least of all me—has a right to want someone like her. Or sure, we can want her, but we’ll never have her. Not in a million years.
She looked to be about Noelle’s age—somewhere between eighteen and twenty, and ridiculously young to suddenly arrive alone in the middle of nowhere, put up in an old farmhouse by a couple of aging queens.
How in the fuck is this her best option?
Who is she?
And what exactly is her deal?
I grimace because the headlines of her story—the easy parts—start materializing as I think about what I know about her. I didn’t do all that training for nothing. Plus, I have good instincts. I could practically smell it on her—the fear, the desperation, the way she wouldn’t meet me eyes except to insist that she was an adult.
God, what a joke. If she’s an adult, I’m a French poodle.
Then something occurs to me: it was Jock’s boyfriend, Gus, who gave away the most important part of her story away.
She has nowhere else to go.
And then something else occurs to me, and I wonder, Is she in hiding?
This girl—what’s her name? Amber? Audrey?—is in trouble. Big trouble. The kind of trouble that gets other people in hot water when they were just trying to live their lives and mind their own business. And she’s been dumped on my doorstep. Literally.

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MEET KATY

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Katy Regnery started her writing career by enrolling in a short story class in January 2012. One year later, she signed her first contract, and Katy’s first novel was published in September 2013.

Forty books later, Katy claims authorship of the multititled New York Times and USA Today bestselling Blueberry Lane Series, which follows the English, Winslow, Rousseau, Story, and Ambler families of Philadelphia; the six-book, bestselling ~a modern fairytale~ series; and several other stand-alone novels and novellas, including the critically-acclaimed, 2018 RITA© nominated, USA Today bestselling contemporary romance, Unloved, a love story.

Katy’s first modern fairytale romance, The Vixen and the Vet, was nominated for a RITA® in 2015 and won the 2015 Kindle Book Award for romance. Katy’s boxed set, The English Brothers Boxed Set, Books #1–4, hit the USA Todaybestseller list in 2015, and her Christmas story, Marrying Mr. English, appeared on the list a week later. In May 2016, Katy’s Blueberry Lane collection, The Winslow Brothers Boxed Set, Books #1–4, became a New York Times e-book bestseller.

Katy’s books are available in English, French, German, Italian, Portuguese and Turkish.

Katy lives in the relative wilds of northern Fairfield County, Connecticut, where her writing room looks out at the woods, and her husband, two young children, two dogs, and one Blue Tonkinese kitten create just enough cheerful chaos to remind her that the very best love stories begin at home.

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BLOG TOUR ~ SOMEONE ELSE’S OCEAN by Kate Stewart is now available!

Today KFF’s on tour with Kate Stewart’s all-new contemporary romance stand-alone, SOMEONE ELSE’S OCEAN

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SOMEONE’S ELSES OCEAN by Kate Stewart is NOW AVAILABLE!
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The first time I met Ian Kemp in the sparkling blue waters of St. Thomas, I was six years old and we shared a summer beneath the stars.
The second time I met Ian Kemp, he was a shell of the boy I once knew. Turbulent and infuriating, he refused my friendship at every turn. Like me, he was a casualty of life’s cruelty, but we were planets apart.

We’d both sought refuge on the island, hoping to find our anchor. Instead, we found each other and managed to reclaim our stars…until we both got swept away.

Donna’s five star review on behalf of KFF

Koti was six years old when she first set eyes on Ian Kemp at St Thomas a beautiful coastal island. Experiencing a hot summer under the stars. Fast forward to years later and the both of them find themselves on that very island; however, life has taken more than a toll on the both of them and Ian is reluctant to have any kind of friendship with Koti. They both got swept away by the beautiful ocean of St Thomas, finding each other may be a chance at more than a holiday romance.

Koti has a lot of issues and finds solace on the island enjoying the ambience and working for a letting agency. She thinks she is weak, but reading between the lines Koti is much stronger than she gives herself credit for, even if deep down she feels she ran away from her previous life and is hiding out on the island. Koti chips away at Ian for some sort of friendship, but he is hard work and not at all the carefree boy she met all those years ago.

“Ian Kemp was beautiful at fourteen. He was gorgeous when he was twenty-five and stood on his parent’s porch waving at me before he left me with a crush. At thirty-eight, he was devastating…” 

Ian is a complex character that had his world turned upside down in the cruellest way imaginable. He is in the depths of despair and so much like Koti has run away to lick his wounds on St Thomas. He is a hot broody alpha male and he did not expect to collide with the little girl from all those years ago, now clearly a very beautiful woman.

The side characters are a very welcome addition and I loved the friendship between Koti and Jasmine. There is another character that will tug at your heartstrings and make you smile, but I won’t say who so not to give the story away; rest assured, everyone will love this additional person to the story.

Even though there was a bit of a push and pull between these two, watching them develop deeper feelings for each other was quite entertaining even if they couldn’t see it themselves. I wanted to bash their heads together at times. The chemistry and romance of this story were oozing from the pages. Ms Stewart is very descriptive and creative in her writing and it was as if I could hear and smell the waves of the ocean, along with feeling the soft sand between my toes. There is a playlist that accompanies the story and it is worth a listen just to tune in with the story.

I must say my heart never stopped beating fast watching their story unfold and find out the secrets of their pasts and how the story would resolve. I haven’t stopped thinking about Somebody Else’s Ocean. There is plenty of angst thrown in, with steaminess aplenty. I cannot recommend this book enough and it is a well worth five stars. Kudos to Ms Stewart, I can safely say you have given me a total book hangover. I will be definitely purchasing this book in paperback to have signed in the near future.

EXCERPT

Thwack.
Thwack.
Thwack.“Fack!” It was another one of the hundreds of curses that erupted from the Kemp kitchen.With wide eyes, I watched the wood fly across the porch and onto the sand and heard another loud crash as I stalked the house next door with my phone pressed to my ear.“So how is my son?” His mother asked as I saw more of Rowan Kemp’s kitchen fly over the railing, off the porch, and into the sand. “Is he adjusting well?”“Damnit! Oh, fack your motha,” Ian’s voice rang out in frustration. Giggling, I covered the mouthpiece of the phone as another cabinet door hit the sand. He’d been at it for a few hours. It started with an explosive phone call that I managed to avoid mostly due to my taking cover in the shower and ended with a bang.“He… is. It looks like he’s remodeling the kitchen.”In a flash, Ian stood on the porch only in shorts, his chest heaving, a bottle of the red in his hand. He studied the wood in the sand before he glanced at my house. I ducked out of his line of sight and answered her before more banging started. “He’s fine.”“Oh, that’s wonderful news. Maybe you could put him on the phone?”More growling ensued and then a clear, “Damn you! EISH!”

“Well, at the moment, I think it would be impossible, he’s in the midst of demolition.”

I cringed at the ripping sound and poked my head out of my screen door just as he hurled more wood over the railing.

“You know he’s always been so good at things like that. He built his father a beautiful bookshelf for his study.”

“That’s wonderful,” I said, as Ian unloaded an entire can of lighter fluid on the discarded wood. I raced around the bottom floor of my house and collected every fire extinguisher I had before I sat them next to my front door. Seconds later I heard the whoosh of the wood go up in flames. The rising inferno seemed to fuel him as he added more of his mother’s kitchen to it piece by piece.

Rowan went on, speaking of her pride and joy. “From boy scouts all the way through college, my boy excelled at everything he did. Honor student, swimming, tennis. I had to beat the women away with a stick.”

Ian chose that moment to snap another cabinet door in half over his knee and used his empty wine bottle to bat it into the burning pile.

“You don’t say.”

“Oh, yes, he was such a ladies’ man before he met Tara, his ex-wife.”

Only mildly prepared, I walked out onto my porch at the same time Ian returned to it. He had several photo books in his hand. Rowan whispered in my ear as if he could hear her. “I was never really that fond of her, she seemed a little cold compared to his warmth.”

Ian pulled pictures from the books and began to burn them one by one. Something in my chest split as he walked around Rowan Kemp’s burning kitchen cabinets, tossing away what I was sure were irreplaceable pictures.

He had lost his shit. It was, without a doubt, Ian’s doomsday.

“Don’t!” I screamed from where I stood.

Ian ignored me as he tossed an entire book into the fire before shaking another so that the pictures fed the flames.

“Koti? What is it?” Rowan said anxiously on the phone.

“Oh nothing, I was just…”

“Is everything okay?”

“Oh, fine,” I said, as I paced the porch watching her son destroy his mother’s memories. He must have found the pictures in the linen closet. The Kemps had very few of their own things in the house.

“Rowan, I’m going to ask him if he needs any help.”

“Okay,” she said hesitantly. “But please ask him to ring me.”

“Will do.” I was already running toward the small bonfire just as Ian tossed another picture into it.

“What are you doing!?”

“Privacy,” he said through thick lips. “That’s all I asked for.”

“Kind of hard to ignore you, Ian. Since you’ve gone all Tom Hanks Castaway—me man, me make fire!” I reached for the picture in his hand as he tossed it in. I watched it burn. It was a shot of a woman in her wedding dress who I assumed was Tara. She looked beautiful as she smiled at her groom. I was only able to admire Ian in a well-fitted tux for seconds before the fire engulfed the photo.

Jesus, what could have happened?

“Ian, if you want to talk about it…”

He picked up another book and took a few pictures out shoving them into his pocket before he tossed it into the pile.

“Leave.”

“Please stop. You don’t understand what you’re doing.”

Blazing eyes scoured me before he looked back at the fire. “I know exactly what the fuck I’m doing.”

Sweat pooled on his forehead. He was covered in splintered wood. Ian Kemp had cracked, and he wasn’t coming back until he was ready.

Way too far into his headspace, he ignored me standing next to him.

I walked back to my house and watched him dismantle years of memories as he stared at the fire until it went out.

And then the house next to mine went completely quiet.

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Meet KatE

A Texas native, Kate Stewart lives in North Carolina with her husband, Nick, and her naughty beagle, Sadie. She pens messy, sexy, angst-filled contemporary romance as well as romantic comedy and erotic suspense because it’s what she loves as a reader. Kate is a lover of all things ’80s and ’90s, especially John Hughes films and rap. She dabbles a little in photography, can knit a simple stitch scarf for necessity, and on occasion, does very well at whiskey.

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PIPER by K.L. Shandwick is LIVE!

We’re delighted to share K.L. Shandwick’s all-new rock star spin off novel, PIPER from her incredible Gibson Series. And at the special release price of ONLY #99pennies!

Series: A Last Score Novel

Genre: Rock Star Romance

Release Date: 30th July, 2018

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SYNOPSIS

I know what they think.

They think I’m too innocent for the life I have chosen.

Maybe they’re right. Maybe I am.

However, sometimes a girl has to follow her instincts even if they may lead to failure. Who knows, the bigger the risk the greater the riches could be.

The facts are, I have a musical gift, a new beginning and an incredible opportunity.

Simon McLennan’s reputation as a taker is a well-known fact.

But I have a secret crush. Is the attraction mutual or am I out of my depth with someone like him?

Living in the shadow of a dark and lonely past it’s my time to shine.

My time to take what I want.

Even if it means risking what’s safe for our few stolen moments.

Oh did I mention, Simon is one of my mentors, a rock star idol and my famous adoptive father’s bandmate.

PIPER IS LIVE!

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Anna’s Four Star Review on behalf of KFF

This book is a spin-off from The Last Score series featuring Simon and Piper and can be read as a standalone; a truly moving love story of two people who have the same passion and talent for music.

I haven’t read the previous books but enough information can be gathered in this story that will get you clued up. Piper, a twenty-year-old aspiring singer dealt with a lot of abuse from her stepfather, when her mother passed away she was lucky enough to be taken in by Gibson who became her guardian. Gibson and his wife Chloe are very much involved in Piper’s life and are very supportive of her dreams. Her growing attraction to a much older member of Gibson’s band causes a lot of tension within her new family.

Simon is Gibson’s bandmate, a talented musician, content enough to enjoy his life as a rock god with no commitments until Piper came into the scene. Although he is twelve years older than Piper, he seems to be too invested in her welfare and causes aggravation from Gibson. Can he prove to her that she is more than enough for him?

“Relationships are borne out of chemistry, attraction and common interests. It’s the connection between two people that counts. Some of the strongest relationships have wide age gaps. What matters is how couples treat each other and how they feel.”

This epic love story has so much passion, fire and harmony. I love that this book includes a lot of details about the music industry and makes it so interesting for the readers, technical but not boring. Narrated from Piper’s point of view, her character development is perfectly captured by the author; when reading her story I marvel at her strength and maturity but at the same time, her inner thoughts also highlight her innocence and naiveté. She is a very attractive and talented young woman who has the magnetic allure to capture the attention of a much older and famous rock icon. This tale pulsates with romance, music and family relationships. Simon is that book boyfriend that will make you swoon. If this book was a concert I’d be throwing my undies at him onstage.

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This book was worth more than the five stars than we are allowed to give it, from the writing to the storyline to the character development, this book was outstanding and deserves a standing ovation. ~ 5* Goodreads Review

What an epic love story, of two very different people. ~ 5* Goodreads Review

EXCERPT

Piper: A Last Score Spin Off   © K.L.Shandwick 2018

 
Once situated, Simon sat back in his chair, grabbed one of his ribs and took a large hungry chunk out of it. “Mm,” he hummed in an exaggerated sound of enjoyment.The noise immediately made my core pulse, and I stared fascinated as he chewed his first bite. “Oh, God,” he groaned in ecstasy and I squeezed my thighs tightly, together. “Go on, dig in,” he encouraged as he nodded toward the delicious, but messy looking food.My focus was squarely on his cherry-red lips, visibly wet from his tongue, among his full beard and I just about managed to drag my eyes away from them to meet his gaze.Drawing a deep breath, I swallowed roughly and resigned myself to knowing I’d look like a pig eating in front of him, but the smell from the barbecue sauce was ridiculously inviting.

My dilemma was very real as I shifted my gaze to my plate. My stomach betrayed me when it grumbled in protest as the delicious aroma assaulted my brain. Simon was spot on, they were my favorite food. Of all the times to remember what I liked, why did it have to be now?

The way he was devouring his meal made my mouth water. But I knew there was no way I’d walk away from the table without getting in a filthy state once I began to eat.

With an extraordinary amount of delicacy, I choose the smallest rib—if there is such an act as picking up a pork rib covered in gooey sauce delicately—and hesitated when it was level with my mouth.

Stretching my lips clear of the sauce, I dug my teeth into the pork and took several small nibbles of the succulent meat. “Mm.” An involuntary moan of appreciation crept up from my chest because they tasted delicious and I hummed in appreciation just as he had moments before.

Simon grinned and shook his head. “Fuck,” he muttered, chuckling to himself as his eyes darkened, and I frowned because I felt I’d obviously done something wrong.

I shrugged and said the first thing that came into my head. “Like my mom always said, ‘You can’t say meat without saying Mm’.”

Reaching over toward me, he lifted his hand and swiped his coarse thumb pad across my lips then stuck it in his mouth. When he pulled it out, he licked his lips seductively and another wide grin sent a rod of delight straight between my thighs.

“What did you do that for?” The question was out before I had the chance to think about what I was saying. His unexpected intimate gesture had stolen my breath for a moment and my heart pounded wildly in my chest.

“What?” he asked, looking confused, but I thought I detected a playful tone. He certainly looked amused.

“The thing you just did with your thumb,” I stated because when I’d seen Gibson do that to Chloe it had always looked intimate… like I shouldn’t have been there. I may not have had a lot of personal experience of men, but I’d seen enough romance movies to be sure he’d crossed a line.

He shrugged. “There’s only one thing better than the taste of barbecue sauce from a woman’s lips,” he said, ignoring the liberty he’d taken as he flashed me a cocky smile.

Picking up another rib he dug in like nothing had happened and using his teeth, ripped another large chunk of meat from it.

“But they were my lips,” I replied, sounding utterly confused at where he was going with the conversation. For a few seconds I felt vulnerable, inept, unprepared for the move he had made, and unsure why he would have chosen to do that to me.

Was this how Simon really was? Is this why Gibson argued with him when he paid attention toward me? Up until that point I had never experienced anyone invading my personal space uninvited, outside of Colin’s anger, the way Simon did.

“Exactly,” he said, his eyes dropping to my mouth and suddenly I wasn’t hungry any more. For a second I thought I was mistaken, then wondered if he was joking, then ultimately, I felt out of my depth.

I immediately felt uncomfortable and acted on instinct, challenging his comment.

“It’s not okay for you to screw with my feelings, Simon. I’m here because I thought I could trust you, yet I’m barely inside your house and you think that gives you the right to take liberties with me?”

Simon’s eyes went wide, like I’d shocked him by calling him out. He stopped eating, rib poised mid-air and stared at me, hard.

Holding his gaze, I was determined not to turn away from him because it had taken all of my courage to stand up to him.

Suddenly he threw his rib back onto the plate, the hollow bone clattering noisily and shattering the otherwise silent night air.

Sighing heavily, he looked apologetic and when he spoke it was in his low serious tone.

“Fuck. You’re right. I’m sorry. That shouldn’t have happened. I totally forgot myself with you… and of course you can trust me. I’d never hurt you, Piper.”

“Is this how you treat all women?”

“Only the ones I’m attracted to,” he replied, and I searched his face for a hint he was teasing me. When I saw none, I wasn’t sure what to do with his new disclosure.

Deciding he was joking, I called him out again. “Don’t fuck with my head. I’ve had enough of that for a lifetime. I may be young but that doesn’t give you the right to poke fun at me.” Pushing my chair away with the back of my knees I stood up and stared down at him as anger rose inside me.

“After the week I’ve had I’m not in the mood for games, Simon. I lived with the King of Mind Fucks and I don’t appreciate you toying with me like this.

You’re making me feel uncomfortable and frankly I expected more from you. Maybe I should go home?”

“Who says I’m playing games?” he asked throwing his arms wide. “Look, that thing I just did with my thumb? What can I say? It was completely spontaneous. I forgot who you were for a second.”

I huffed out a breath. “Yeah? So, mistaking me for one of your groupies is supposed to make me feel less offended?” I snapped. Anger replaced the awkwardness of the situation.

Simon leaned over and plucked several small white napkins from a silver dispenser on the table. Silently he wiped each of his fingers one by one.

My eyes followed his hands until he’d finished, then looked back up into his. He shrugged then smoothed his closely groomed beard as he considered my question.

“That’s not what I meant.” He sighed flatly, all hint of humor gone from his voice. Glancing up at me he sighed, and I inhaled a deep breath as I tried to remain calm.

 


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Writing came relatively later in life for K.L. Shandwick after a challenge by a friend led to The Everything Trilogy. She loves creating new characters and storylines. Her characters have flaws and she hopes this helps the connection between them and her readers. She enjoys the journeys the characters take her on during the creation of her stories and each character has his or her own voice. She doesn’t use prepared outlines for her stories preferring the characters to take their own direction as the story progresses. These days K.L. lives in the Yorkshire countryside and writes full-time.

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SOMEONE ELSE’S OCEAN by Kate Stewart is LIVE!

Today KFF’s celebrating the release of Kate Stewart’s all-new contemporary romance stand-alone, SOMEONE ELSE’S OCEAN

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SOMEONE’S ELSES OCEAN by Kate Stewart is NOW AVAILABLE!
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The first time I met Ian Kemp in the sparkling blue waters of St. Thomas, I was six years old and we shared a summer beneath the stars.
The second time I met Ian Kemp, he was a shell of the boy I once knew. Turbulent and infuriating, he refused my friendship at every turn. Like me, he was a casualty of life’s cruelty, but we were planets apart.

We’d both sought refuge on the island, hoping to find our anchor. Instead, we found each other and managed to reclaim our stars…until we both got swept away.

Donna’s five star review on behalf of KFF

Koti was six years old when she first set eyes on Ian Kemp at St Thomas a beautiful coastal island. Experiencing a hot summer under the stars. Fast forward to years later and the both of them find themselves on that very island; however, life has taken more than a toll on the both of them and Ian is reluctant to have any kind of friendship with Koti. They both got swept away by the beautiful ocean of St Thomas, finding each other may be a chance at more than a holiday romance.

Koti has a lot of issues and finds solace on the island enjoying the ambience and working for a letting agency. She thinks she is weak, but reading between the lines Koti is much stronger than she gives herself credit for, even if deep down she feels she ran away from her previous life and is hiding out on the island. Koti chips away at Ian for some sort of friendship, but he is hard work and not at all the carefree boy she met all those years ago.

“Ian Kemp was beautiful at fourteen. He was gorgeous when he was twenty-five and stood on his parent’s porch waving at me before he left me with a crush. At thirty-eight, he was devastating…” 

Ian is a complex character that had his world turned upside down in the cruellest way imaginable. He is in the depths of despair and so much like Koti has run away to lick his wounds on St Thomas. He is a hot broody alpha male and he did not expect to collide with the little girl from all those years ago, now clearly a very beautiful woman.

The side characters are a very welcome addition and I loved the friendship between Koti and Jasmine. There is another character that will tug at your heartstrings and make you smile, but I won’t say who so not to give the story away; rest assured, everyone will love this additional person to the story.

Even though there was a bit of a push and pull between these two, watching them develop deeper feelings for each other was quite entertaining even if they couldn’t see it themselves. I wanted to bash their heads together at times. The chemistry and romance of this story were oozing from the pages. Ms Stewart is very descriptive and creative in her writing and it was as if I could hear and smell the waves of the ocean, along with feeling the soft sand between my toes. There is a playlist that accompanies the story and it is worth a listen just to tune in with the story.

I must say my heart never stopped beating fast watching their story unfold and find out the secrets of their pasts and how the story would resolve. I haven’t stopped thinking about Somebody Else’s Ocean. There is plenty of angst thrown in, with steaminess aplenty. I cannot recommend this book enough and it is a well worth five stars. Kudos to Ms Stewart, I can safely say you have given me a total book hangover. I will be definitely purchasing this book in paperback to have signed in the near future.

EXCERPT

Thwack.
Thwack.
Thwack.“Fack!” It was another one of the hundreds of curses that erupted from the Kemp kitchen.With wide eyes, I watched the wood fly across the porch and onto the sand and heard another loud crash as I stalked the house next door with my phone pressed to my ear.“So how is my son?” His mother asked as I saw more of Rowan Kemp’s kitchen fly over the railing, off the porch, and into the sand. “Is he adjusting well?”“Damnit! Oh, fack your motha,” Ian’s voice rang out in frustration. Giggling, I covered the mouthpiece of the phone as another cabinet door hit the sand. He’d been at it for a few hours. It started with an explosive phone call that I managed to avoid mostly due to my taking cover in the shower and ended with a bang.“He… is. It looks like he’s remodeling the kitchen.”In a flash, Ian stood on the porch only in shorts, his chest heaving, a bottle of the red in his hand. He studied the wood in the sand before he glanced at my house. I ducked out of his line of sight and answered her before more banging started. “He’s fine.”“Oh, that’s wonderful news. Maybe you could put him on the phone?”More growling ensued and then a clear, “Damn you! EISH!”“Well, at the moment, I think it would be impossible, he’s in the midst of demolition.”

I cringed at the ripping sound and poked my head out of my screen door just as he hurled more wood over the railing.

“You know he’s always been so good at things like that. He built his father a beautiful bookshelf for his study.”

“That’s wonderful,” I said, as Ian unloaded an entire can of lighter fluid on the discarded wood. I raced around the bottom floor of my house and collected every fire extinguisher I had before I sat them next to my front door. Seconds later I heard the whoosh of the wood go up in flames. The rising inferno seemed to fuel him as he added more of his mother’s kitchen to it piece by piece.

Rowan went on, speaking of her pride and joy. “From boy scouts all the way through college, my boy excelled at everything he did. Honor student, swimming, tennis. I had to beat the women away with a stick.”

Ian chose that moment to snap another cabinet door in half over his knee and used his empty wine bottle to bat it into the burning pile.

“You don’t say.”

“Oh, yes, he was such a ladies’ man before he met Tara, his ex-wife.”

Only mildly prepared, I walked out onto my porch at the same time Ian returned to it. He had several photo books in his hand. Rowan whispered in my ear as if he could hear her. “I was never really that fond of her, she seemed a little cold compared to his warmth.”

Ian pulled pictures from the books and began to burn them one by one. Something in my chest split as he walked around Rowan Kemp’s burning kitchen cabinets, tossing away what I was sure were irreplaceable pictures.

He had lost his shit. It was, without a doubt, Ian’s doomsday.

“Don’t!” I screamed from where I stood.

Ian ignored me as he tossed an entire book into the fire before shaking another so that the pictures fed the flames.

“Koti? What is it?” Rowan said anxiously on the phone.

“Oh nothing, I was just…”

“Is everything okay?”

“Oh, fine,” I said, as I paced the porch watching her son destroy his mother’s memories. He must have found the pictures in the linen closet. The Kemps had very few of their own things in the house.

“Rowan, I’m going to ask him if he needs any help.”

“Okay,” she said hesitantly. “But please ask him to ring me.”

“Will do.” I was already running toward the small bonfire just as Ian tossed another picture into it.

“What are you doing!?”

“Privacy,” he said through thick lips. “That’s all I asked for.”

“Kind of hard to ignore you, Ian. Since you’ve gone all Tom Hanks Castaway—me man, me make fire!” I reached for the picture in his hand as he tossed it in. I watched it burn. It was a shot of a woman in her wedding dress who I assumed was Tara. She looked beautiful as she smiled at her groom. I was only able to admire Ian in a well-fitted tux for seconds before the fire engulfed the photo.

Jesus, what could have happened?

“Ian, if you want to talk about it…”

He picked up another book and took a few pictures out shoving them into his pocket before he tossed it into the pile.

“Leave.”

“Please stop. You don’t understand what you’re doing.”

Blazing eyes scoured me before he looked back at the fire. “I know exactly what the fuck I’m doing.”

Sweat pooled on his forehead. He was covered in splintered wood. Ian Kemp had cracked, and he wasn’t coming back until he was ready.

Way too far into his headspace, he ignored me standing next to him.

I walked back to my house and watched him dismantle years of memories as he stared at the fire until it went out.

And then the house next to mine went completely quiet.

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Meet KatE

A Texas native, Kate Stewart lives in North Carolina with her husband, Nick, and her naughty beagle, Sadie. She pens messy, sexy, angst-filled contemporary romance as well as romantic comedy and erotic suspense because it’s what she loves as a reader. Kate is a lover of all things ’80s and ’90s, especially John Hughes films and rap. She dabbles a little in photography, can knit a simple stitch scarf for necessity, and on occasion, does very well at whiskey.

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