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November 17, 2014
How I Became a Reluctant Gamer
I blame Dmytry. Seriously, it’s entirely his fault that not only have I spent more time than is right or reasonable playing epically long and involved games, but for the first time in my life I am actually waiting in anticipation for a game to release. Dragon Age: Inquisition launches tomorrow and we are ready with our pre-ordered, downloaded versions.
To put this into context for you, dear readers, I have always had a healthy disdain for games, gaming and gamers in general. I prided myself on recognizing what a waste of time and grey matter they were and patted myself on the back that no one in all my years of life had ever convinced me otherwise. I would have argued that to call me a gamer would be the highest insult you could levy at me.
My parents tried to convert me years ago with a game called Myst. (I think that’s what it was called.) They felt it would play to my intelligence and creativity. Nope.
I had exes who tried with whatever game they loved at the time. It only aggravated me.
Then Dmytry came along, and I suppose given how well he knows me, it shouldn’t come as a surprise that he found the exact right games to woo me into his world. It started with Trine 2, a simple game of puzzles with magical characters. We completed the game together and he went on the hunt for another one.
It has taken a long time for me to actually look forward to the launch of a game. The process wasn’t always easy. Each new game created a low level anxiety for me and I had to work my way up to it by emotionally preparing for the experience. Dmytry would research games based on what he knew I liked about playing and talk me through the process of learning them (often helping me out of tricky situations).
But slowly, I’ve come to love selective gaming. I’ve completed Diablo several times, played in Skyrim for so many hours I practically have a second life there (and several houses and a husband) and won my fair share of battles in League of Legends.
Recently, Dmytry got me hooked on Assassin’s Creed and, aside from Skyrim which is always number 1, is a close second to being my all time favorite game. I’ve almost completed the game (in under a week) and have myself half-convinced that I could actually scale any building I see in real life.
Through this process of falling in love with games, I’ve come to realize a few things. My husband is one of the smartest people I’ve ever known, and one of the most creative. There’s a reason we are co-writers and our careers are forever linked. And playing story-based games with complex narratives and intricate plot lines has honed that skill in him. He learned so much about Greek mythology, history and problem solving by playing games as a child. What I’d always assumed was a waste of time, I’ve realized can actually be a tool for learning and inspiring creativity and story telling.
I know that as I’ve played games based in realistic historical landscapes or fantastical new worlds, I have
been inspired, stimulated and challenged to think in new ways about writing and story telling–and this is impacting the writing of Court of Nightfall, as well as a few other fantasy projects we have in the works. I’ve also found the addictive nature of video games and the stories they involve and hope to weave that addiction into my own books and stories.
So, I guess this makes me a gamer, though I don’t really know or care much about the global culture of the gaming community. It’s enough to know that my husband and I can share this activity together and use it to fuel our own story telling.
In the meantime, I’ll just be sitting here waiting for what might be an even more exciting adventure than anything I’ve played thus far to arrive. Will Dragon Age be better than Skyrim? We shall soon find out!
What activity did you assume you’d hate but found out you loved once you tried it?
November 13, 2014
Read HITCHED, Chapter 3! #GetHitched (WARNING: 18+ only!)
So we’ve given you Chapter 1 and Chapter 2…now enjoy Chapter 3 of HITCHED, our very SEXy contemporary romance, coming November 23!
Chapter 3
What happens in Vegas
I wander the room, a little lost and a lot hung-over, still looking for my other shoe, which appears to have disappeared entirely. When room service comes, I sign for it and then stare at a table of food meant for two. I don’t want to eat, but I know I need something in my stomach to absorb the alcohol.
Copious amounts of carbs, coffee, and orange juice perk me up enough to finish getting ready. I decide a shower sounds nice, since I smell like sex, sweat, and alcohol.
I hate dressing in the clothes I wore all night, but I have no choice. I’m staring down at the marriage license, once again struck dumb by the body double who must have taken over last night, when my phone rings.
“Kacie!” My brother sounds chipper, damn him.
“Hey, Tate. I’ll be coming home soon. How was your night?” Better to divert attention away from how my night went.
“Oh, you know, a fun fling I won’t ever have to see again.”
“Lucky you.”
There must be something in my voice, because his tone becomes more serious. “You okay, sis? Did something happen with Mr. Hottie?”
“I’m fine. He was great.” So great, I fucking married him. Ha!
He doesn’t sound convinced. “Okay, well. I want details. It’s about time you got out there and had some meaningless sex with the hottest guy in Vegas, besides me of course.”
“Of course,” I say with a smile.
“Get your ass home.”
“Sure thing.”
I hang up and look around once more. His overnight bag is at the foot of the bed, his suit from last night tossed over it. Taking my gold ring off, which is reluctant to leave my finger, I place it next to Sebastian’s copy of the marriage certificate. He wanted a text, but that feels like it would open up too much communication between us. Instead, knowing he’d have to come back to get his stuff, I jot down my address and phone number, and leave—without my other shoe.
Exiting the hotel, the heat assaults me, bathing me in a sheen of sweat, choking me with the dry heat, and burning my bare feet with too-hot pavement. Nothing beats Vegas in the summer. I’d leave to spend the season elsewhere if it weren’t the biggest moneymaking season of the year.
Tate, Vi and I took a cab here last night, knowing we’d all be too drunk to drive, so I hail one again and get home fifteen minutes later to the welcoming air conditioning of our three bedroom duplex. Tate is wearing a robe and boxer shorts, dark hair artfully messy and blue eyes showing no signs of over-drinking. My eyes, normally the same shade, are blood shot and still hurt.
He hands me a cup of coffee, heavy with the cream and sugar, and raises an eyebrow at my bare feet.
I hold up my shoe. “The other one is MIA,” I explain, sipping on the hot and divinely good java.
He appraises me and smiles. “You look like you got good and tumbled last night.”
“You have no idea.”
“Do tell,” he says, gripping my shoulder and guiding me into the living room, where Vi is lounging on the couch, reading a thriller.
“I didn’t know you’d be here.” I shove her feet off the couch and sit next to her.
“I crashed here last night. Where did you end up?”
I hand her the manila envelope I’ve been carrying. “Doing this.”
Tate looks over her shoulder as she pulls out the paperwork. Her jaw drops. Tate almost spits out his coffee.
“What the actual fuck?” Her eyes are wide. “You married him?”
“Apparently.”
Tate pushes me into the middle of the couch and sits next to me. “Honey, we need to have a talk about sex. You don’t have to marry the guy just because you fucked him.”
I punch his shoulder. “I don’t even remember doing it. I drank. A lot.”
“No shit.” Vi hands me back the license. “What’s he like?”
“He’s a surgeon who saves the lives of children. So he’s pretty much perfect. From what I can recall. He’s gorgeous and sexy and amazing in bed. I remember that much. I just don’t know how we got from hot sex to ‘I do’ in the course of a night.”
“He must have been some lay,” Tate says. “When are you going to see him again?”
“I’m not.” But God I want to. This man has ruined sex for me, at least with anyone but him. “This is over. We’re getting it annulled. It’s the best thing.”
“Do you like him?” Vi asks.
“What do you mean?”
She rolls her eyes. “I mean, do you like him? I know you liked the sex. Sounds like the man could seduce a nun and live to tell the tale. Plus, he’s a modern day super hero who saves little kids. So, the only other question is, do you like him as a person?”
I think about it a second, but I could have answered right away. “Yes.” Even though I don’t know him very well, or at least can’t remember knowing him, I like him.
She pats my arm, a knowing smile on her lips. “Then, honey, don’t blow this. Marriage might have been a bit… extreme on your first night. But that doesn’t mean you can’t keep dating the man. You don’t meet many like him in this world.”
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Can smokin’ Dr. Sebastian Donovan woo the feisty Kacie Michaels before the summer ends? #GetHitched and find out! Pre-order HITCHED on Amazon, BN, iBooks, and Kobo!
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November 8, 2014
Creative Conception-We’re Expecting!
How Book Babies Are Made (only with a MacBook instead of a typewriter)
We are pregnant. Not with a new child… three is definitely our limit with actual humans, but with a new book. It’s a secret book, only in its most basic stages of conception at this point. It’s a tiny seed just barely fertilized with potential, a flare of emotion, a new voice speaking to us in the night.
It wasn’t intentional. We have our publishing and writing schedule pretty well packed for the next… well, years, probably. We have a whole series of books coming out in The Red Shoe Memoirs (which most will be co-written with the amazing Ally Bishop, after Hitched launches), and we are actively working on The Nightfall Chronicles staring with volume 1 of Court of Nightfall, The Last Nephilim. We also have a sexy mystery series we want to get back to. So we have no business entertaining thoughts of this other secret book, but we are.
We justify this by using our ‘free’ time to fantasize about it. Our lazy Sunday afternoons. Our walks downtown. Our quiet moments of reflection. I knew the first chapter. It harassed me until I wrote it, and once I did, I knew there would be more. This idea won’t give us peace until we finish it.
We don’t have a title, or a plot line, but we have these two characters, this man and this woman, and a mystery, a darkness, a mystical world that co-exists side by side with the one we live in.
We’re pretty excited about it, even as we work on the other series’ we’re also incredibly excited about. I think this is part of being a writer. You can never really use birth control to keep these creative conceptions in their place. There’s no condom to keep the seed of the muse from implanting itself in you.
Every night, every moment, is akin to a drunken night of passion without protection.
So, we’re pregnant again. And it won’t be the last book baby we conceive without planning, without intention. And that’s probably a very good thing.
November 3, 2014
Read HITCHED, Chapter 2! #GetHitched (WARNING: 18+ only!)
Chapter 2
Dr. Sexy
A cell phone rings. Not mine, I realize, looking down at the phone next to me.
Sebastian turns away to reach for his cell charging on the table by the side of the bed. “Doctor Donovan here.”
Doctor? While I rack my brain to see if this is information I already had access to, he wraps up the call with monosyllabic responses.
The muscles in his back and shoulders flex, a stress response, perhaps, mirroring the urgency in his voice. He has a tattoo on his back, a stylized image of the moon with stars surrounding it.
I remember that tattoo.
***
We couldn’t keep our hands off each other as we walked through the casino toward the elevators. “I have a room here for tonight,” he said.
“In anticipation of this?”
“Actually, no. There’s a convention here that I was a speaker for. I live in town, but it was easier to get a room. Finding you was a lucky surprise that I intend to take full advantage of.”
The elevator binged and opened, and we walked on. I was surprised that no one else crammed in with us, but we didn’t waste the privacy.
He pressed me to the wall and ran a hand up my inner thigh, skimming the edges of my panties gently, then pressing harder, spreading my pussy through the satin material and rubbing against my clit. I sucked in a breath and pushed against him as I ran my hand over his cock. It strained against his slacks, desperate to escape.
When he moved my panties to the side and slid a finger, then two, into me, I gasped, wet and ready and needing him so badly that I was nearly choking on desire. “I want you inside me.”
“Darling, I want to be inside of you.”
Moving so fast I didn’t realize what he was doing until he’d done it, he pressed the emergency button and stopped the elevator mid-floor. “I’m going to fuck you hard and fast, but later, I promise I’ll take my time,” he said as he turned me around, lifted my dress and pulled down my panties. With a knee, he spread my legs more, I heard a rip from a condom wrapper, then felt his cock—hard, huge, urgent—as he thrust himself into me.
Without preamble, without warning, but I didn’t care. I was wet and ready, and I pushed my hips against him to take him deeper as he held my waist, fingers digging into me as he did what he’d promised: fucked me hard and fast.
The taboo of it all made me so hot I came just before he did, my body spiraling as muscles clenched and heat pooled in my center, then spread like wildfire.
When he pulled out of me, I braced myself against the wall, adjusted my dress and panties, and he released the emergency button. The elevator started again and opened to his floor, where Vegas vacationers waited for one of the six other elevators positioned around ours.
I was sure everyone was staring, guessing at what we just did, but I didn’t care. He held my hand and led me to the executive suite at the end of the hallway. I whistled, impressed. I’d been to company conventions before and never stayed in the penthouse at one of the most expensive hotels on the strip.
The room was everything it should be. Cream furniture with accents of gold and light wood. A balcony overlooked the strip at night, and it took my breath away. By the sliding glass door, a two-person table hosted a basket of fresh fruit and chocolates, and in front of the luxurious cream couch was a matching ottoman with a chilled bottle of champagne and two glasses resting on it.
We skipped all of that and headed straight for the bed.
We undressed each other with more patience than we displayed on the elevator, our most urgent needs temporarily satiated.
I lay back on the bed, spreading my legs as he moved between them, flesh burning at the contact.
He began to fulfill the second half of his promise to me, taking his time to trail kisses from my mouth, down my neck, tracing a line with his tongue over my collarbone and the hollow of my throat. Each touch, each kiss made me quiver in delightful anticipation.
Taking one of my nipples into his mouth, he sucked and nibbled as his hand explored between my legs. I groaned, arching my hips to present my body to him.
Leaving a wet, exposed nipple throbbing, he moved down my belly and held my hips as he dipped his head between my thighs. When his tongue flicked out to tease my labia, I shuddered, reaching for him, my fingers twining in his hair as I pushed him deeper into me.
With skill and patience, he tortured me, circling my clit with his tongue but never touching it.
“More,” I moaned, running my fingers through his hair.
“Soon, darling. Remember, I said I’d take my time. And I always mean what I say.”
Fuck. This. Man. I needed him to make me come and fuck me. I pulled on his hair, and he licked my pussy from top to bottom in response.
“Why the fuck are you torturing me?” I asked.
He pulled back and grinned. “Because you tortured me all night, darling. I’ve needed this pussy since I first saw you, but you made me wait. Now it’s your turn.” And then he continued nipping, sucking, exploring with his mouth and fingers until I was on the edge of a cliff, about to fall into the abyss he’d created.
My fingers fell to his shoulders, digging into his skin as my tightly wound ball of need exploded into shards of color and light. “Oh God, Sebastian. Fuck me!”
Finally, he complied, easing his cock into me, eyes locked on mine as he slowly moved inside of me. His hands explored my body as I gripped him, nails sinking into muscle as our pace increased. When he lifted my legs onto his shoulders to deepen his reach, I cried out in pleasure and adjusted my hips to meet him. With frenetic energy, muscles flexing, he pounded me harder, so hard, so deep, I couldn’t breathe or think or do anything accept meet his need with my own, taking him in until I felt as if he’d tear me apart and remake me all at once.
His name was on my lips as I came harder than I could ever remember, and my pussy gripping his cock sent him over the edge too.
After, as he lay on his stomach, head turned to face me, I curled up next to him and traced the tattoos on his back with my fingers. “What do these stars mean?”
He shifted positions and looked up at me. “They represent the battles I lost.”
That’s all he’d said, and I didn’t press further.
Soon thirst and other needs forced us apart.
He smacked my ass playfully as I sauntered to the bathroom. “Hungry, darling?”
I considered. “Sure, I could eat.”
And so we dressed and left the hotel room, where the night of drinking commenced.
***
Sebastian hangs up and turns to me. “Darling, I have to go. One of my patients, a six-year-old girl, went into cardiac arrest, and I have to scrub in for surgery.”
Oh, God. Fuck me. This guy is too much. Sexy, delicious, and he saves kids for a living? I just can’t even.
I suck in my breath. “Of course.”
He stalks to me and pulls me into his arms, kissing me deeply as beads of water transfer from his skin to mine. His fingers bury themselves in my deep gold hair, holding my head as the kiss turns full-bodied.
We are both breathless when he pulls away. “I had an amazing night,” he says, his eyes holding my gaze. “I hope, as you remember it, that you will feel the same.”
He moves away, and my body feels the lack of him and wilts a little. He dresses quickly and then hands me a business card with a phone number scribbled on the back. “Here’s my cell. Text me your address, and we’ll figure this business out. I’ve ordered room service, so help yourself and stay as long as you’d like.”
Another kiss on the head and he’s gone, leaving me alone in the spacious room, still holding my one red shoe.
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Can smokin’ Dr. Sebastian Donovan woo the feisty Kacie Michaels before the summer ends? #GetHitched and find out! Pre-order HITCHED on Amazon, BN, iBooks, and Kobo!
And don’t forget to enter all of our FABULOUS #HITCHED contests and giveaways: www.GoGetHitched.com!
October 22, 2014
Read HITCHED, Chapter 1! #GetHitched (WARNING: 18+ only!)
Chapter 1
Unexpected Commitment
“Wife?” I look down at the new ring on my left hand and see a similar ring on him as he stalks toward me in all his glorious nakedness. The water from his recent shower gives his ripped, tan body a sexy sheen.
Our bed is disheveled in a way that only all night fucking can accomplish. Empty bottles of Dom Pérignon litter the high-end hotel room I’ve unexpectedly woken up in. I’ve retrieved most of my clothes, but stand holding one red high heel; the other is still lost somewhere.
“We appear to have had too much to drink last night,” he says with a smirk on his handsome face, cobalt blue eyes penetrating. “I think we both got a bit carried away.”
I pull my eyes off his body and focus them on his face, which doesn’t help me as much as you might think, because this man is the most gorgeous male specimen I’ve ever seen in my life, and I work with strippers. Well, okay, mostly I work with the women since I own a company that plans bachelor and bachelorette parties, and men are more likely to hire strippers than women. But still, I’ve seen my share, and this man… I can’t even…
With all the intelligence of my Ivy League business degree apparently out to lunch, I repeat again, “Wife?”
He’s still naked, by the way, as he moves closer to me and reaches for my left hand. Heat floods me as our skin makes contact. He caresses the gold band on my left hand. “Wife.”
His voice is husky and deep, and it sends shivers up my spine as my temporary, alcohol-induced amnesia fades, and a memory from the night before makes a belated appearance at the party.
***
I remember him. He was to our right, at a table near the bar, smiling at me with too perfect teeth. My twin brother, Tate, ever the womanizer, nudged me. “I’ve got my eye on the woman at that table,” he said, pointing to a perky blond who was nearly drooling over him. Not that I blamed her. I mean, he’s my brother, but I’m not blind. “So you should go for this guy. He’s clearly into you.”
My best friend, Vi, grinned at me from across the bar, where she’d cozied up to a shy but cute guy that didn’t stand a chance against her shapely curves, wild red hair and green eyes. We hadn’t been out like this in so long; we’d all been too busy working, building our businesses. Tate works with me at Hitched, and Vi, well… Vi has a unique niche market going in the dominatrix world.
When my brother left me at the bar to woo the panties off the blonde, Mr. Sexy strode over in his suit and tie, exuding confidence, a dark mop of hair offsetting eyes that were an unreal shade of blue. I could tell I was about to have my panties wooed off me as well, and I didn’t mind one bit.
“Is this seat taken?” he asked, pointing to where Tate had been sitting.
I smiled. “Not anymore. I think my brother has found someone more exciting to entertain him.”
“I find that hard to believe.” He slid into the chair, his leg brushing against mine as he pulled in closer.
“Because you know me so well and can with confidence say I’m the most entertaining person here?” I teased, sipping my cocktail.
“I’m good at reading people.” He held out his hand, and I took it. “I’m Sebastian Donovan. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Instead of shaking my hand, he brought my knuckles to his mouth and, while maintaining eye contact with me, caressed my skin with his lips in a feathery light kiss.
“Kacie Michaels. Nice to meet you,” I said, as I silently gave my panties notice that they wouldn’t be needed for long.
***
Other memories are still shadows pulling at my pounding head, trying to break free. “What happened last night?” I ask, still processing the rings. There’s no way we tied the knot like drunken assholes in Vegas. Not. Even. Possible.
He hands me some paperwork I hadn’t noticed sitting on top of the mahogany dresser. “This happened. I admit to being as surprised as you.”
I raise an eyebrow. “I very much doubt that.”
His grin falters. “Do you really not remember?”
I look down at the paper. It’s a marriage license, signed and stamped and very official looking. Holy shitballs. What the fuck have I done?
“Bits and pieces are coming back,” I admit. “But I don’t remember this,” I say, holding up the paperwork. “This can’t be legal.”
“I’m afraid it is. I already made a call to my attorney while you were sleeping. Unless you’re already married to someone else?” Now he raises his eyebrow, and I scowl.
“I think I’d know if I was previously married.”
His lips curve into a sardonic grin, and I sigh at the irony of my own words. “Don’t give me that look, dude. This isn’t standard operating procedure for me, and I’m guessing–hoping–it’s not for you either.”
“This is a first,” he assures me. “You’re the first.”
My heart flutters, whether at his words or the way he says them, with heat and desire and all the things that landed me in this spot right now. I know I’m not his first sexual experience. That much is clear. I guess that makes me his first wife. Um, great?
***
As the crowd at the bar grew louder, we moved closer to talk. I couldn’t help but notice how good he smelled, a spicy, woody scent with hints of cinnamon and cardamom. It made me want to taste him.
As if reading my mind, mid-sentence he leaned in, cupped my face with his hands, and pressed his lips to mine. He tasted like expensive red wine, and he deepened our kiss, exploring my mouth with his, our tongues teasing each other.
When the kiss ended, and he pulled away, I felt deflated and aroused all at once. I missed the feel of him, the contact with his body, and a need grew in me that I hadn’t felt in quite some time.
He licked his lips and smiled. “I’ve been wanting to do that since I first saw you walk in with your brother and friend.”
I flushed at the thought that he’d been watching me that long. We’d been here for hours.
“You make quite an impression with a first kiss,” I said.
“That’s just a taste of what’s to come.” He winked. I nearly swooned. Not actually swooned, because, you know, I’m not a too-tight-corset-wearing damsel from the Victorian era, but if I’d been standing, there’d for sure be some wobbly knees.
This man. He was delicious, and I wanted more.
I plucked the cherry from my drink and sucked on it in a seductive way. “You’re not the only one with skills,” I said.
He was sitting so close, his knee was between my legs, one hand on my thigh, pushing up the red dress I was wearing. “Shall we go somewhere and explore these skills in more… depth?”
I didn’t need to touch him to tell he had enough in his pants to give true depth to those promises. I reached for my purse and caught Tate’s eye. He looked at both of us, then smiled and mouthed, “Have fun!”
We walked out of the bar, Sebastian’s hand on my lower back, lingering just a little bit too low, fingers exploring the curve of my ass. And I didn’t mind a bit. Believe me, if I did, I’d make my thoughts clear. No one has ever accused me of being too shy to express my feelings.
But right now, with this man, there was only one feeling I wanted to express, and it required considerably less clothing.
***
“We need to get this annulled,” I say, my heart racing. “I mean, that shouldn’t be hard. I’m guessing this isn’t that uncommon in this city.”
He holds eye contact with me, and let me just remind you he is still naked, and a part of me wants to lick the water off his body and then reenact the parts of last night I’m starting to remember.
“That would probably be the wisest thing to do,” he finally says.
I’m relieved. Obviously. Any other feelings that might be surfacing right now, in light of his easy acquiescence, are of no consequence. I push away that flutter of disappointment and straighten my spine. “Of course it is. We barely know each other.”
He apparently knows me better than I know him. My memory is coming back, but slowly. I’ve never been this drunk before. Well, there was one time, back in college, when I got so drunk I almost did a strip tease on a table, but someone had a video camera, and a friend talked me out of it. I didn’t remember anything the next day, but that was my first and only drunk black out. Until now.
Marrying a one-night stand definitely beats stripping on film in my book.
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Can smokin’ Dr. Sebastian Donovan woo the feisty Kacie Michaels before the summer ends? #GetHitched and find out! Pre-order HITCHED on Amazon, BN, iBooks, and Kobo!
And don’t forget to enter all of our FABULOUS #HITCHED contests and giveaways: www.GoGetHitched.com!
October 17, 2014
The post where we thank you for your Hitched support!
Today we were working on a video for a secret project for our upcoming launch of Court of Nightfall, and we were dressed up and Kimberly had make-up and we thought, you know what? We need to thank our romance fans for the amazing early response we’ve had with Hitched.
Have you checked out Hitched? It’s the first book in The Red Shoe Memoirs, a stand alone SEXy romance that’s steamier than anything we’ve ever written. You’re going to love Dr. Sebastian Donovan and the feisty Kacie Michaels.
HITCHED is coming November 23, but you can preorder now:
Amazon: http://bit.ly/HitchedAmazon
Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/hitchedBN
iBooks: http://bit.ly/HitchediBooks
Kobo: http://bit.ly/hitchedkobo
Enter our HITCHED giveaways here: http://GoGetHitched.com/
Check out the blurb here: http://bit.ly/HitchedCoverReveal
Anyways, here’s the part where we thank you. And say hi. Oh, and introduce ourselves with faces and voices. It’s an exciting day!
October 5, 2014
Cover reveal: COURT OF NIGHTFALL! The best cover we have EVER made.
This is the most exciting launch of our career. It’s the launch of a whole new urban fantasy series based in the Seduced/Forbidden world, but with all new characters and story lines. We are beyond ecstatic. It’s so epic, it’s like finding our literary soul mate and falling madly in love. It’s going to be an ongoing series of long books that we will be writing for YEARS!
NIGHTFALL IS COMING, people. And it is going to be EPIC. Mark December 14, 2014 on your calendars!
And now we get to share the cover with you. THE BEST COVER WE HAVE EVER MADE.
About Court of Nightfall
I’ve spent my life in shades of grey. It wasn’t until I died that my world filled with color.
That night, I still lived in black and white. There was a full moon. Full and looking as if it had been rolled in powdered sugar then plopped back into the sky, so that a white dusting shone around it like a halo.
I’ve never believed in monsters, or any of that nonsense. Never believed that the dark could be scary. Until that night. Now I know the truth, but it is shrouded with lies. Now I can see the world in color, but it is covered in shadows. Now, I must find the monster that killed my parents. And when I do, I will use my new powers to seek vengeance. A life for the lives that beast stole from me. I am no longer just Scarlett Night, the color-blind girl who dreams of flying.
Now, I am Nightfall—a fallen angel with a lust for blood. And I shall have my revenge.
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September 18, 2014
Have you entered our Hitched giveaways? SO MUCH AWESOME! #GetHitched
We are seriously giving away hundreds of dollars worth of books, swag, and gift cards–as well as some really AWESOME top prizes, like Coach purses, sexy lipstick, and e-readers! Have you entered? You really, REALLY should! REALLY.
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When you pre-order your copy of HITCHED (on Amazon, iBooks, B&N, or Kobo), send us a copy of your purchase confirmation** to GetHitched@KarpovKinrade.com.
GET YOUR BOOK TODAY TO GET IN ON THE REMAINING PRIZES! Every time we reach a pre-order number milestone we’ll pick winners from everyone who has emailed us! We’ll pick winners every time we reach a pre-orders goal, and announce it here! Here’s everything that’s up for grabs:
1̶0̶0̶ ̶p̶r̶e̶-̶o̶r̶d̶e̶r̶s̶:̶ ̶O̶n̶e̶ ̶$̶1̶0̶ ̶A̶m̶a̶z̶o̶n̶ ̶g̶i̶f̶t̶ ̶c̶a̶r̶d̶ << GONE!250 pre-orders: One $25 Amazon gift card << UP NEXT!
500 pre-orders: HITCHED postcards for everyone!
2,000 pre-orders: We’ll release Chapter 2 and give away 3 HITCHED Swag Packs (poster + bookmark + postcard + sexy shoe keychain)
3,000 pre-orders: We’ll release Chapter 3 and give away 5 HITCHED Swag Packs (poster + bookmark + postcard + sexy shoe keychain)
5,000 pre-orders: Autographed paperbacks + swag packs for 3 lucky winners
6,000 pre-orders: Autographed paperbacks + swag packs for 5 lucky winners
7,500 pre-orders: Exclusive HITCHED short story and a nail polish/manicure kit for one lucky winner
9,000 pre-orders: Autographed paperbacks + swag packs for 10 lucky winners
10,000 pre-orders: Autographed hardcovers + swag packs for five lucky winners
12,500 pre-orders: HITCHED wallpapers for everyone and sexy bath kit for one lucky winner
15,000 pre-orders (GOAL!): Kindle Fire + $50 Amazon gift card + autographed hardcover + HITCHED Swag Pack for one lucky winner
So, come on! Pre-order your copy of HITCHED, send us your purchase confirmation** to GetHitched@KarpovKinrade.com, and enter to win AWESOME prizes while you wait for an AWESOME book! #GetHitched
** No purchase necessary to enter. To enter without making a purchase, send an email to GetHitched@KarpovKinrade.com with your name and your reason why you can’t wait to read HITCHED!
Pre-order your copy of Hitched and enter in both of these giveaways! You can enter the Rafflecopter as many times as you want, and you will be eligible for all prizes in the Heat-O-Meter once you email us your confirmation, so go on–pre-order and win!
September 4, 2014
#GetHitched and get prizes!
Our fans will tell you–we love giving stuff away! And we love it when we give away some truly awesome stuff…and we are giving away some awesome stuff as part of our Hitched release plans! Check it out!
GIVEAWAY AWESOMENESS 1: THE HITCHED PRE-ORDER HEAT-O-METER!
Here’s how it works:
When you pre-order your copy of Hitched (on Amazon, iBooks, Barnes&Noble, or Kobo) from now until November 22, send us a copy of your purchase confirmation** to GetHitched@KarpovKinrade.com. Hitched releases November 23.
Every time we reach a pre-order number milestone (100 pre-orders, 250, 500…) we’ll pick winners from everyone who has emailed us! The next prize, for 100 pre-orders, is a $10 Amazon gift card for one lucky winner…and the prizes will only keep getting bigger, and bigger, and BIGGER!
The GRAND PRIZE is a Kindle Fire + $50 Amazon gift card + autographed hardcover + Hitched Swag Pack!
We’ll pick winners every time we reach a pre-orders goal, and announce it here and on our Facebook page! Here’s everything that’s up for grabs:
100 pre-orders: One $10 Amazon gift card
250 pre-orders: One $25 Amazon gift card
500 pre-orders: Hitched postcards for everyone!
2,000 pre-orders: We’ll release Chapter 2 and give away 3 Hitched Swag Packs (poster + bookmark + postcard + sexy shoe keychain)
3,000 pre-orders: We’ll release Chapter 3 and give away 5 Hitched Swag Packs (poster + bookmark + postcard + sexy shoe keychain)
5,000 pre-orders: Autographed paperbacks + swag packs for 3 lucky winners
6,000 pre-orders: Autographed paperbacks + swag packs for 5 lucky winners
7,500 pre-orders: Exclusive Hitched short story and a nail polish/manicure kit for one lucky winner
9,000 pre-orders: Autographed paperbacks + swag packs for 10 lucky winners
10,000 pre-orders: Autographed hardcovers + swag packs for five lucky winners
12,500 pre-orders: Hitched wallpapers for everyone and sexy bath kit for one lucky winner
15,000 pre-orders (GOAL!): Kindle Fire + $50 Amazon gift card + autographed hardcover + Hitched Swag Pack for one lucky winner
So, come on! Pre-order your copy of Hitched, send us your purchase confirmation** to GetHitched@KarpovKinrade.com, and enter to win AWESOME prizes while you wait for an AWESOME book!
** No purchase necessary to enter. To enter without making a purchase, send an email to
GetHitched@KarpovKinrade.com with your name and your reason why you can't wait to read Hitched!
GIVEAWAY AWESOMENESS 2: HITCHED RELEASE RAFFLECOPTER!
Enter to win a fabulous Coach bag, MAC Russian Red lipstick, autographed hardcover of Hitched, and a Hitched swag pack! More ways to enter will be added constantly, so make sure to check back periodically to see what more you can do to win this sexy prize pack!
We can’t wait to give all this awesome stuff to our awesome fans! This is going to be a VERY fun three months!
September 2, 2014
Cover reveal! HITCHED is #ComingNovember #GetHitched
We are SO EXCITED about this book and series! HITCHED is coming November 23, but you can pre-order your copy NOW on Amazon, B&N, Kobo, and iBooks and get it the SECOND it releases.
We are stoked to be sharing the cover with you today! You’ll definitely be hearing more about this book as the release date draws close.
If you want to help us spread the word (and win awesome prizes in the process!), click here to join our Hitched Launch Team! And if you want to join our newsletter and know when we have contests, giveaways, and launches for ALL our books, click here to join the KK Minion Newsletter!
About HITCHED
He called me “wife.”
This man standing naked in front of me. Tall. Dark. Sexy as sin…
He’s my husband?
Disjointed images from the night before, the night I can’t entirely remember, float into my mind.
Meeting him in the bar. Sharing tidbits of our lives. I own a company that plans bachelor parties. He’s a pediatric heart surgeon.
We both live in Las Vegas, but we come from very different worlds.
And then I remember that kiss. The way his lips brushed against mine, gentle at first, then harder, deeper, with more urgency.
Sex in the elevator. Hot, forbidden, delicious.
I remember the way he made me feel. The way our bodies fit perfectly together.
But I don’t remember marrying him.
And now, he won’t let me go. Dr. Sexy who saves children for a living. He wants the summer to prove we are meant to be.
I can give him a summer.
But can I give him a lifetime?
Get Hitched!
