Welcome to our stop of Shane' Morgan's Our Kind of Love promo tour. See excerpt & giveaway below:
Excerpt:
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.
Our Kind of Love
by Shane Morgan
Publication date: 21st June 2014
Publisher: TSW Books
Synopsis:
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.
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.
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.
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