Shouting It From the Rooftops. . .Because I’m Happy!

Crazy Beautiful Lies is going out for professional editing in two weeks! I’m planning to have it ready for publishing by the middle to end of October. In the mean time here’s a sneak peak at the cover…SQUEEEE! I’m over the top excited about it and can’t wait for you all to see the reveal. (Coming Soon!!!)

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Meet the Characters:

Blake DeLuca. He’s a successful arrogant cocky playboy, who doesn’t like complication, but never walks away from a challenge. Women throw themselves at him, knowing his reputation he never sleeps with the same one twice. He’s done dispicable unforgivable things and on the outside he’s hard as nails. . .but on the inside he lives with soul shattering torment.

Jenna Capwell. She owns a charming bakery in New York City, has a witty, fun-loving personality and likes things simple. Until tragedy uncovers lies. She steps into the thrill of the moment, lives life to the fullest. . .carefree, wild, and reckless.

Blurb (still under construction)

Jenna Capwell has the perfect life with Ryan Williams, or so she thought. To give her closure on his betrayals she has a chance meeting with Blake DeLuca who mistakes her for a call girl from an elite escort service. On a whim she makes the decision to be reckless and carefree with her immediate attraction to Mr. Hot and Sex On a Stick. By chance, the cross paths again and the bad boy makes an offer for a no-strings “friends with benefits” relationship. Why not? Sizzling sparks fly in their wild affair and hearts become involved. . .Until she makes a decision bringing Mr. Bad Ass Blake DeLuca to his knees, one that changes the rules and suffers consequences. Can she survive another heartbreak and can he survive her betrayal?

Enjoy an excerpt of when Blake and Jenna first meet. (Not yet professionally edited)

***WARNING***ADULT CONTENT

The cab pulled into the circular drive, parking beside a shiny black sports car that screamed expensive. I sat in awe gazing at Colin’s home. The place resembled a freakin’ paradise, sitting in the middle of its own rainforest. Private and amazing. In the center of the pebbled drive, a beautiful tranquil fountain, larger than my living room encompassed soothing sounds to the eye and ear.

Loud music filled the air coming from inside the front door. I knocked twice and after no one answered, I realized coming unannounced wasn’t the brightest idea I’d ever had. I should have considered he might be entertaining since he’s one of the best attorneys in the country.

The taxi long gone, I stood in the October salty cool air, under wooden beams of the tuscan entrance. The enormous rich mahogany doors were huge compared to my five foot three small frame. A gentle breeze sailed across my skin and I inhaled the pleasant fragrant tropical flowers that lined a trellis above my head.

I fumbled around in my purse for my cell phone to call a cab. I’d decided to call him in the morning. I knew if at all possible, he’d make time to see me before I flew home tomorrow. Just when my fingers circled the device, the heavy door opened.

Holy. Hell. Hotness.

I had no clue who stood in front of me, and forgot about Colin. Frozen in place, and mesmerized, I took him in. . . every delicious detail. Standing at least six four, with light tanned skin, and emerald green eyes defined every girls dream. My insides burned like hot lava poured through them. Trying to swallow, I only gulped.

Everything about him spelled intense.

No shirt. . .day-um! What a six pack, maybe eight or twelve.

I scanned my eyes over his chest and rippled abdomen, down to the top of his jeans… and there it was, his perfect V. My gaze landed at the top of his jeans, top button still undone. With every heartbeat, my blood pulsed burning fire, sending tingles between my legs. I’d never been so turned on at first sight of someone.

I finally thought of Colin, but still couldn’t speak. I looked around his thick muscled corded arm searching for any sight of my friend. A minty smell mixed with cologne grab my attention back to him. This man could be on the cover of any men’s fitness magazine.

He leaned into the door frame folding his arms across his chest. Green eyes sparkled at me with amusement as I stared, and my skin flushed three shades of red. He cocked his eyebrow up and his lips curved into a delicious lazy smile. I took in his strong chiseled jaw and his messy damp jet black hair.

Probably just out of the shower. Him naked. . .just damn.

“You’re late, and I don’t like waiting.” He moved aside for me to enter.

Late? Kept him waiting? I tried to snap out out of my mesmerized stupor.

“Honey, come in. I don’t bite. Unless you’re into that.” He dragged his hand through his hair. The song changed and the tune was slow and sexy.

Like the fly drawn to the spider web, I stepped inside.

Finding my wits, I managed to ask, “Is Colin here?”

“No threesome tonight honey. Just me and you. The money’s on the bar in an envelope. Once we’re done you can see yourself out. I only want to fuck. I don’t want to get personal. This is just a fuck. Understand?”

Money?. . .Only want to fuck. . .just a fuck. . .He thinks I’m a hooker!

I gazed around the room and stared at the thick white envelope on the bar. So thick, I wondered just how much he was paying.

“It’s all there.” His voice cocky.

I held back a laugh and smiled. A no strings, carefree, reckless night was exactly what I wanted. What I needed.

Let the games begin. . .because, I’m all in!

If I had to name a song, describing how I feel. . .this is it!

Hope you enjoyed my snippets!  Until next time,

Kathryn James (KJ)

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