Happy Tuesday!
I am very excited today because I can share a cover reveal of a book with you which author's writing I adore! My friend and author, Kristie Cook, is revealing the cover of her newest upcoming book - The Space Between!
Ladies and gentlemen, please give a warm welcome to The Space Between!
Summary:
To solve the riddle their lives have become, they must embark on a journey that requires them to face their pasts and release their true souls. And they must do it fast—dark ones from another world are closing in, intent on killing them. Permanently.
**Mature Content** Recommended for
ages 17+ due to sexual situations and language.
Release date April 5, 2013
The cover artist is Regina Wamba of Mae I Design (http://www.maeidesign.com/).
--------------
This book is definitely something you want to read! Trust me on that!!! Check it out April 5!
Happy reading!
I am very excited today because I can share a cover reveal of a book with you which author's writing I adore! My friend and author, Kristie Cook, is revealing the cover of her newest upcoming book - The Space Between!
Ladies and gentlemen, please give a warm welcome to The Space Between!
Summary:
When
Life Falls to Pieces, Answers Lie in the Space Between
After a month-long dance tour through Italy, 20-year-old Leni
Drago returns to Georgia to care for her great-uncle, only to find him gone,
the home they shared empty and any evidence he ever existed wiped out. All
that’s left is a journal she can’t open.
Jeric Winters has been searching for a piece of his past for
over a year, only to reach a dead-end in Georgia. When an urgent and magnetic
pull draws him out of his hotel room, he comes face-to-face with the beautiful
dancer who’s been haunting his dreams day and night.
Jeric’s one to stay away from—a bad-boy, hit-it-and-quit-it type—but
Leni can’t escape the fervent feelings between them. As their own existences
begin to crumble around them and shadowy forms that are more monsters than men
attack, they realize there’s more to the connection between them than physical
fascination.
To solve the riddle their lives have become, they must embark on a journey that requires them to face their pasts and release their true souls. And they must do it fast—dark ones from another world are closing in, intent on killing them. Permanently.
Release date April 5, 2013
The cover artist is Regina Wamba of Mae I Design (http://www.maeidesign.com/).
About
the Author
Kristie
Cook is a lifelong, award-winning writer in various genres, from marketing
communications to fantasy fiction. She continues to write the Soul Savers
Series, a New Adult paranormal romance/contemporary fantasy, with the first four
books, Promise, Purpose, Devotion and Power available now and the next book
coming in June 2013. She’s also written a companion novella, Genesis: A Soul Savers Novella,
currently available. Over 160,000 Soul Savers books have been sold, with Promise peaking at #54 on the Amazon Top
100 Paid list and at #1 in the Amazon Fantasy category.
The Space Between, which releases April 2013,
kicks off her second New Adult paranormal series, The Book of Phoenix.
Besides
writing, Kristie enjoys reading, cooking, traveling and riding on the back of a
motorcycle. She has lived in ten states, but currently calls Southwest Florida
home with her husband, three teenage sons, a beagle and a puggle. She can be
found at:
Author's Website & Blog: http://www.KristieCook.com
Soul Savers Series Website: http://www.SoulSaversSeries.com
The Space Between
Kristie Cook
Releasing April 5, 2013
An Excerpt
LENI – The overhead
lights fell dark for the last time as I opened the dressing room door. The back
exit stood open at the end of the hall, allowing in enough light from the
streetlamp outside to show my way. I inhaled slowly, cherishing the musty smell
of an old theater mixed with the odor of dancers’ sweat and the fragrance of
white roses. I silently said my goodbyes as my feet carried me outside.
“Thank you,
Uncle Theo,” I whispered as I left the theater for the last time. Only because
of him did I even have this opportunity. I couldn’t wait to tell him all about
it.
A large,
muscular body flew at me, swept me into his arms and twirled me around as
though we were still on stage. Laughter bubbled out of my chest.
“You ready
to celebrate, cara mia?” Alberto
asked as he set me down.
“Celebrate
that you’re finally getting rid of me?” I teased.
He clapped
his hand over his heart, and his face fell into an exaggerated expression of
pain. “Oh, Leni, you do not know how I will miss you and your mane.”
He swatted
playfully at the bottom of my curls. He had no idea how I would miss the way he
said my name, drawing out both syllables, “laaaay-kneee,” like only an Italian
could do.
“But you
won’t miss my heels on your toes or my arm in your face?” I said in mock
disbelief.
He took my
hand and danced me down the cobbled street toward the plaza at the center of
town. “You are a stunning dancer, cara
mia. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.” He spun me under his arm, my
duffle bag banging me in the butt the whole time. “Of course, you have become
much better since becoming my partner. But everyone does.”
He winked at
me before dropping me into a dip. My bag slid off my shoulder and a hand darted
beneath me to catch it. Alberto swung me up and around so that I came
face-to-face with the most unbelievably stunning vision I’d seen my whole time
in Italy. Which was saying a lot. His eyes—blue, I thought, though the light
from the corner post wasn’t enough to be sure—enraptured me. He held my bag out
with a small smile that hinted at dimples.
“Grazie,” I said breathlessly as I
wrapped my hand around the strap of my bag. He gave me a nod almost deep enough
to be a bow, his shaggy blond hair falling in his face. Then, without a word,
he turned and walked away. My mouth fell open. “How rude.”
“Must be
American,” Alberto said. I punched him in the arm.
“Who goes
out of their way to catch a falling object and then can’t even say ‘you’re
welcome’?” I asked absent-mindedly as I stared after the retreating body that
rivaled Alberto’s. No, scratch that. It totally beat out Alberto’s even on his
best day.
“What an
ass,” Alberto muttered.
“Rude, yes,
but I don’t know if I’d go that far.”
“No, I mean
what an ass that man has.” He let out
a low whistle.
I laughed
and admired the view as well. “I can
agree with that.”
“He’s going
to Alonzo’s. Lucky us.”
~ ~ ~
JERIC – I flipped
to the picture I’d drawn a couple of weeks ago during my search in Italy. I’d
woken from a dream, one I’d been having for years, and as I had previously, I’d
felt the need to sketch the girl who had me waking with a painful boner. Now
that I’d met her in real life, I couldn’t deny the girl in my sketches was
Leni—curly hair, exotic green eyes, full lips and breasts, her skin … as if the
absolute best features of both African and European blood had been blended
together and given to her. The Leni I’d just met would probably never wear the
leather bra, miniskirt, and knee-high boots I’d drawn her in, but damn if she
wouldn’t look hot in them. The vision came to me clearly. Too clearly. I had to
place the book over my lap to hide the full-blown wood pressing against my
jeans.
I needed a
distraction. I needed to get her out of my head. I bought several little
airline bottles of rum and dumped them in my Coke, but they weren’t enough to
blur the image of Leni’s face in my mind. When the smoking hot flight attendant
ran her finger over my arm then dropped a napkin with a message on my tray
(“Meet me upstairs?”), I couldn’t resist. I snuck up the spiral staircase to
the empty upper level and found her in the bathroom wearing nothing but heels
and thigh-high stockings, tendrils of bottle-bleached hair barely hiding her
fake tits. Flight attendants like this had made me a lifetime member of the
mile-high club—they wanted nothing more than something to make the
transatlantic flight more interesting. My perfect kind of girl.
Unfortunately,
my eyes only saw Leni’s body under my hands.
Thank you for participating in the cover reveal, Inga! You're the best! xoxo
ReplyDelete