Welcome to our stop of Shane'
Morgan's Our Kind of Love promo tour. See excerpt
& giveaway below:
Release date: June 21st
2014
Publisher: TSW Books
Reign is convinced that Nate is the perfect guy for her.
That’s until Micah walks into her Mom’s restaurant looking for a job. Now Reign
can’t seem to stop her heart from yearning for the guy with the mysterious sea
blue eyes and melting smile.
Micah is all but perfect. He’s spent eight months in a
juvenile detention center back in Colorado for his unintentional involvement in
a crime. Now at nineteen and hoping to escape his ghosts, he lands a part-time
job working at a seaside restaurant in Newport, Rhode Island where he meets the
irresistible Reign.
He can’t help the way he feels whenever he’s around her,
but she’s already taken and Micah doesn't want to disrupt her life or get
himself in anymore trouble. But then his attraction for Reign proves too strong
to deny, and Micah finds that he just might discover a reason to stop
running.
About the
Author
Shane Morgan is a twenty-something bestselling author of
Young Adult and New Adult Fiction. Currently living in the beautiful town of
Narragansett, Rhode Island, Shane spends her days blogging, reading, and
escaping in her stories.
=EXCERPT=
Sitting down on a park bench, I stare
up at the colors of the fading sky. The bursting orange and yellows mix
together like one big orgasm. I appreciate the natural beauty for a while,
until something, okay, someone, more captivating graces my
view.
A young woman, lost in thought, walks
barefoot across the sea wall made of rustic red pebble stones separating sand
from sea. With the poise of a gymnast, her body shivers with each step against
the ocean breeze. Her cute blue dress with floral prints flares modestly just
below her knees. She pays no attention to anything else around her, unaware of
how my eyes are trained on her every move.
As the setting sun slants across her
tanned legs, she pauses for a beat. Flipping straight light brown hair off her
shoulders, strands falling elegantly down her back. I love long hair on girls;
the smell—that’s if it’s clean, I’ve had instances where it wasn’t—the feel,
and the texture. Caught up, I lean forward, my gaze fixed on nothing but her.
Turn. How I wish she’d turn around so I could see her face. Even my heart
begins to thud with anticipation.
Finally, as if hearing me, she twists,
her attention riveted on something out on the street to her left. Oh c’mon,
turn toward me. The sun will be gone in minutes. She swivels, fully around this
time. I’m breathless as I catch a glimpse. She’s beautiful, but I don’t mean
that in a shallow way. Something about her intrigues me.
So what am I doing? Why am I just
sitting here watching her?
Snapping back to my senses, I spring from the bench and
start to walk over to her, hoping she won’t run away when I tell her how
angelic she is before my eyes. Jeez. That’s corny as Hell, but I don’t care. I
have to talk to this girl.
I’m almost there when the loud beep-beep of a car
draws her attention. She twirls and I stop in my tracks. A wide smile spreads
across her pink lips, and like an idiot, I convince myself she’s actually
smiling at me. Realization bites me on the ass when she hurries past me like
I’m invisible, heading for the red jeep parked on the side of the street
waiting for her.
She didn’t see me. Like seriously?
I stand in place and watch as she climbs inside
the jeep, shuts the door, and the driver takes off. Now I feel like crap,
because I wasted time and missed the chance to talk to her. I wonder if I’ll
ever see her again.
With hunched shoulders, I walk up the sand onto
the grass and sit back on the bench, dumping grains out of my
flip-flops.
A lone gull scampers across the sand. A bright
moon rises in the sky. I run my fingers through my already messy hair and start
to laugh at myself. Dude, why did you get so riled up? That girl’s simply
another pretty face. How many have I seen these last few months? Why should I
care? We meet, hook-up, and I move on.
The last thing I’m looking for is a girlfriend.
I’m a no commitments type of guy. None of them ever took the guilt away,
anyway.
But it’s crazy how I feel now. From just one look, my gut
says that girl is worth getting to know. Maybe someone I wouldn’t mind sticking
around for.
No comments :
Post a Comment