Kimberly Readnour's Blog, page 2
June 4, 2019
June Updates!
Hello June!
Ah, the joys of spring. Green grass, planted gardens, and flowers filling the pots makes the perfect spring around our house. Now if I can find someone to water it all, I'll be golden! lol.
I thought as a way to update my progress, I'd start a monthly blog on Goodreads. That way, in case you don't subscribe to my newsletter, the information (or at least some of the information) can still be attainable. So, let's dig in!
Writing updates:
I'm still plugging away on Swinging Strike! The story is getting there, but I don't have an exact release date yet. Although, I'm hoping for November. So to tide you over, how about a peek inside? I'm not sure how much will be cut in editing yet, but here is a RAW snippet between Braxton and Cara. Poor Cara, she's trying so hard to fight her attraction to him...
“Why do I get the impression you’re not impressed at all with my extracurricular activities? Or is it more of disapproval? Is that it? You hate baseball players or all jocks in general?”
“Believe me, I’m the last person on earth to hate all baseball players.” Considering I like my brother and his group of friends, there’s no way I hate all of them. I only reserve this level of hatred for a particular type of player. “The guys I can’t stand are the ones who think they’re God’s gift to the female population.”
I’ve been down that road too many times.
“Good. Then you don’t have to worry about hating me.”
“Really?” I say in a deadpan manner, but my attempt at impassiveness cuts short when Braxton leans in closer, his shoulders brushing against mine. My mouth parts as his warm breath sweeps the side of my face and sends tingles straight to my core. Even with his goggles on, I can see the intensity to his stare. And I don’t like what it does to me.
“Yeah, who you described isn’t me.”
“It’s not?” My heart beats so fast, it almost drowns out my words. But when his gaze dips to my mouth, my heart almost stops.
“Nope.” He backs away, and I finally breathe. “After one night with me, it won’t be me who’s thinking I’m God’s gift.”
copyright © 2019 by Kimberly Readnour
Look for the next update toward the last part of July.
Until then,
Happy Reading!!
Ah, the joys of spring. Green grass, planted gardens, and flowers filling the pots makes the perfect spring around our house. Now if I can find someone to water it all, I'll be golden! lol.
I thought as a way to update my progress, I'd start a monthly blog on Goodreads. That way, in case you don't subscribe to my newsletter, the information (or at least some of the information) can still be attainable. So, let's dig in!
Writing updates:
I'm still plugging away on Swinging Strike! The story is getting there, but I don't have an exact release date yet. Although, I'm hoping for November. So to tide you over, how about a peek inside? I'm not sure how much will be cut in editing yet, but here is a RAW snippet between Braxton and Cara. Poor Cara, she's trying so hard to fight her attraction to him...
“Why do I get the impression you’re not impressed at all with my extracurricular activities? Or is it more of disapproval? Is that it? You hate baseball players or all jocks in general?”
“Believe me, I’m the last person on earth to hate all baseball players.” Considering I like my brother and his group of friends, there’s no way I hate all of them. I only reserve this level of hatred for a particular type of player. “The guys I can’t stand are the ones who think they’re God’s gift to the female population.”
I’ve been down that road too many times.
“Good. Then you don’t have to worry about hating me.”
“Really?” I say in a deadpan manner, but my attempt at impassiveness cuts short when Braxton leans in closer, his shoulders brushing against mine. My mouth parts as his warm breath sweeps the side of my face and sends tingles straight to my core. Even with his goggles on, I can see the intensity to his stare. And I don’t like what it does to me.
“Yeah, who you described isn’t me.”
“It’s not?” My heart beats so fast, it almost drowns out my words. But when his gaze dips to my mouth, my heart almost stops.
“Nope.” He backs away, and I finally breathe. “After one night with me, it won’t be me who’s thinking I’m God’s gift.”
copyright © 2019 by Kimberly Readnour
Look for the next update toward the last part of July.
Until then,
Happy Reading!!
