Block Shot, a standalone enemies-to-lovers, second-chance romance from Kennedy Ryan is coming September 10th!Block Shot by Kennedy Ryan Genre: Contemporary Romance Publishing Date: September 10th, 2018 Cover Designer: Letitia Hasser, RBA Designs Photographer: Nikki Ormerod Model: Arsenii Savitckii JARED If I had a dollar for every time Banner Morales made my heart skip a beat... The heart everyone assumes is frozen over. Her anger is...arousing. Every glare from those fire-spitting eyes, every time she grits her teeth, gets me...well, you know. If I had a dollar for every time she's put me in my place, I'd be an even richer man. I'm a successful sports agent because I assume "no" means you'll think about it. I'm sure what you meant to say is "Coming right up.” They say even rich men don't always get what they want, but those men don't know how to play the game. The trick is to keep them guessing. Take Banner. She assumes she's winning, but this game? She doesn't even know how to play. BANNER If I had a dollar for every time Jared Foster broke my heart, I’d have exactly one dollar. One night. One epic fail. One dollar...and I'm out. I've moved on. I’ve found success in a field ruled by men. Anything they can do, I have done better. They can keep the field while I call the shots, blocking them when I have to. And Jared has the nerve to think he gets a second chance? Boy, please. Go sit down. Have several seats. I'll just be over here ignoring the man carved from my fantasies with a lust-tipped chisel. Oh, I didn't say the struggle wasn't real. But I've got that one dollar, and Jared won't have me. Add to GoodReads: https://bit.ly/2IbeQOU Be alerted as SOON as it's LIVE: By Text: Text “KennedyRyan” to 797979 for a text msg *Standard messaging rates apply* By email: http://bit.ly/2wd4CJd Enter the Giveaway! ($50 Gift Card + Signed BLOCK SHOT Paperback): About Kennedy A Top 30 Amazon Bestseller, Kennedy Ryan writes about women from all walks of life, empowering them and placing them firmly at the center of each story and in charge of their own destinies. Her heroes respect, cherish and lose their minds for the women who capture their hearts. She is a wife to her lifetime lover and mother to an extraordinary son. She has always leveraged her journalism background to write for charity and non-profit organizations, but enjoys writing to raise Autism awareness most. A contributor for Modern Mom Magazine and Frolic, Kennedy’s writings have appeared in Chicken Soup for the Soul, USA Today and many others. The founder and executive director of a foundation serving Atlanta Autism families, she has appeared on Headline News, Montel Williams, NPR and other media outlets as an advocate for families living with autism.Connect with Kennedy Never Miss A Release! Follow Kennedy on BookBub: bookbub.com/authors/kennedy-ryan New Release Txt: https://clk2.me/mgFv Subscribe to Mailing List: bit.ly/KennedyMailingList Reader Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/681604768593989/ Instagram: www.instagram.com/kennedyryan1/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/KennedyRyanAuthor Amazon: http://amzn.to/2Fvhqiz Pinterest: www.pinterest.com/kennedyryan Book+Main: bookandmainbites.com/kennedyryan Website: http://kennedyryanwrites.com
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Title: Long Shot
Author: Kennedy Ryan
Genre: Basketball Romance
Release Date: March 22, 2018
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A FORBIDDEN LOVE SET IN THE EXPLOSIVE WORLD OF THE NBA...
Think you know what it's like being a baller's girl?
You don't.
My fairy tale is upside down.
A happily never after.
I kissed the prince and he turned into a fraud.
I was a fool, and his love - fool's gold.
Now there's a new player in the game, August West.
One of the NBA's brightest stars.
Fine. Forbidden.
He wants me. I want him.
But my past, my fraudulent prince, just won't let me go.
He thaws me with his kiss, my prince, and I melt into him. Chest to chest, August's number crushed between us, I take him in my hands, aligning our bodies, and two become one in a carnal slide of flesh. I anchor myself by my elbows hooked around his neck., and we kiss until I'm dizzy and our breaths tangle in a cloud of bliss. Under the jersey, his palm spans my back, digging into the naked flesh as our hips lock and roll and grind. My body clenches around him, and we pray, we curse, we moan, we mate like our bodies were made for this moment.
Ours is a love that reimagines; that peels back the sky at high noon searching for the stars, collecting them like shells in a bucket. We bathe in stardust, drink from the Milky Way and dance on the moon. We pierce the firmament, peer into infinity and tread on time and space. There is no before. There is no after. Now gives birth to forever. This moment may die, but this love never will. Time is not a line. It's a circle, and we, August and Iris, we stand at the center.
Kennedy Ryan is a Southern girl gone Southern California. A Top 100 Amazon Bestseller, Kennedy writes romance about remarkable women who thrive even in tough times, the love they find, and the men who cherish them.
She is a wife to her lifetime lover and mother to an extraordinary son. She has always leveraged her journalism background to write for charity and non-profit organizations, but enjoys writing to raise Autism awareness most. A contributor for Modern Mom Magazine, Kennedy’s writings have appeared in Chicken Soup for the Soul, USA Today and many others. The founder and executive director of a foundation serving Georgia families living with Autism, she has appeared on Headline News, Montel Williams, NPR and other media outlets as a voice for families living with autism.
“I love [Grip] in a way I haven't loved a character in such a long time. He's just seriously everything I could want in a hero. EVERYTHING. And then more.” --Adriana Locke, USA Today Bestselling Author STILL, the all-new emotional and sexy addition to the GRIP series, is coming September 25th! Enter the Release Day Giveaway! $25 “Winner’s Choice” Gift Card Title: STILL Author: Kennedy Ryan Publication Date: September 25th, 2017 Cover Designer: Maripili Studio I'll be there. Through thick and thin. Ride or die. You can count on me. The promises people make. The vows we take. Assumptions of the heart. Emotion tells us how we feel, but life...life has a way of plunging us in boiling water, burning away our illusions, testing our faith, trying our convictions. Love floating is a butterfly, but love tested is an anchor. For Grip and Bristol, Love started at the top of the world On a Ferris wheel under the stars But when that love is tested, will they fly or fall? Receive an email AS SOON as STILL is LIVE: http://bit.ly/GRIPAlerts Add STILL to GoodReads: http://bit.ly/2vBiUWN FLOW, the FREE prequel, MUST BE READ before GRIP! Amazon ➜ http://amzn.to/2lAhSSC Amazon UK➜ http://amzn.to/2xSpMMS WATTPAD ➜ http://w.tt/2kUo8Yk Read GRIP Today! (Free in Kindle Unlimited) Amazon US ➜ http://amzn.to/2gsx1mB Amazon UK ➜ http://amzn.to/2gz387W Amazon CA ➜ http://amzn.to/2vADPJn Amazon AU ➜ http://amzn.to/2gsH3Em Add to GoodReads ➜ http://bit.ly/2k1T1rL Find the GRIP Series On Audio! FLOW ➜ http://bit.ly/FLOWAudiobook GRIP ➜ http://bit.ly/GRIPAudiobook Join the GRIP Discussion Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/1891983067712410/ Order Signed GRIP Series Paperbacks: http://kennedyryanwrites.com/signed-paperbacks/ About Kennedy: Kennedy Ryan is a Southern girl gone Southern California. A Top 100 Amazon Bestseller, Kennedy writes romance about remarkable women who find a way to thrive even in tough times, the love they find, and the men who cherish them. She is a wife to her lifetime lover and mother to an extraordinary son. She has always leveraged her journalism background to write for charity and non-profit organizations, but enjoys writing to raise Autism awareness most. A contributor for Modern Mom Magazine, Kennedy’s writings have appeared in Chicken Soup for the Soul, USA Today and many others. The founder and executive director of a foundation serving Georgia families living with Autism, Kennedy has appeared on Headline News, Montel Williams, NPR and other outlets as a voice for families living with autism. Connect with Kennedy: Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/KennedyRyanAuthor/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/kennedyrwrites Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/kennedyryan1/ Google Plus: https://plus.google.com/u/0/+KennedyRyanAuthor YouTube: http://bit.ly/2gsAGkp Amazon: http://amzn.to/2x0qCtC BookBub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/kennedy-ryan Reader Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/681604768593989/ "I can't stop thinking about this book...One of my favorite reads this year. Maybe ever. Kennedy Ryan took some of the most complex issues of our time and made them poetic, insightful, and deliciously sexy...5 massive, gripping stars!" - USA TODAY Bestselling Author, Adriana Locke Keep reading for an EXCERPT of Grip by Kennedy Ryan FLOW releases on February 25 and will be totally FREE! GRIP releases on March 2nd straight to #KindleUnlimited! ➡Add GRIP on GR: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/31207572-grip ➡Get #GRIPPED (Be notified by email about cover reveal & release): https://app.mailerlite.com/webforms/landing/s5e6j4 ➡Check out more information here: http://kennedyryanwrites.com/grip/ GRIP Synopsis: Resisting an irresistible force wears you down and turns you out. I know. I’ve been doing it for years. I may not have a musical gift of my own, but I’ve got a nose for talent and an eye for the extraordinary. And Marlon James – Grip to his fans – is nothing short of extraordinary. Years ago, we strung together a few magical nights, but I keep those memories in a locked drawer and I’ve thrown away the key. All that’s left is friendship and work. He’s on the verge of unimaginable fame, all his dreams poised to come true. I manage his career, but I can’t seem to manage my heart. It’s wild, reckless, disobedient. And it remembers all the things I want to forget.************************************************************ FLOW (The GRIP Prequel) – Releasing FREE a few days before GRIP! In 8 years, Marlon James will be one of the brightest rising stars in the music industry. Bristol Gray will be his tough, no-nonsense manager. But when they first meet, she's a college student finding her way in the world, and he's an artist determined to make his way in it. From completely different worlds, all the things that should separate them only draw them closer. It's a beautiful beginning, but where will the story end? FLOW is the prequel chronicling the week of magical days and nights that will haunt Grip & Bristol for years to come. GRIP is the full-length conclusion of their story.EXCERPT: I wanted to keep this pain locked away, private. Until now. Until Grip. His eyes rest on my face. I feel his compassion, and it weighs so much I want out from under it. I turn my head to escape the honesty between us for a few seconds. Just for a reprieve. As soon as I look over the side, I realize my mistake. “Oh, God. We’re so high.” Breath charges up my throat, panic pushing out the last few minutes of peace. My heart jackhammers. Blood rushes to my head, and the world spins. I grip my head to make it stop. “Hey, hey.” Grip scoots closer, eliminating the distance between us. “Put your head down as far as you can.” The safety bar keeps me from putting my head between my knees, but I don’t think it would help anyway. Nothing helps. It’s irrational. I know I’m safe, but fear mocks me and makes me its bitch. I hate it, but I can’t stop it. “My mom used to tell me to recite things,” Grip says from above me. “Like to distract myself when I was scared. To give me something else to focus on.” It only makes me more anxious that I have nothing I can recite. Fear jumbles all my thoughts together, so discombobulated that I can’t even assemble the digits of my phone number. “I can’t think of anything.” “Okay. Hold up.” He rubs my back in soothing strokes that don’t soothe. “I’ll do it. Just listen to my voice. Focus on what I’m saying.” I can’t focus. I can’t stop the encroaching darkness, blurring my edges and knotting my interior. It’s never been this bad, and it would happen right in front of Grip. “I’ll recite “Poetry” by Pablo Neruda. My favorite actually.” Grip’s voice is warm but disembodied as I press my eyes closed. “It feels like he was writing my life story. Like he knew there would be this kid who needed something bigger than himself, and he wrote this to guide that kid to a different path. This has always felt like more than a poem. It’s personal. It feels like my prophecy.” The emotion, the honesty in his voice compels me to hazard a glance at him. In the faint light of the moon and the bright lights of the carnival, I see his face. Beautiful and bronzed, a sculpture of bold bones and full lips. His eyes are intent, never looking away from mine as he begins. His deep voice caresses Neruda’s sentiments of how poetry called him from the street and away from violence. Of how writing saved him from a certain fate and opened up a world he’d never imagined. And Grip’s right. The poem could have been written for him . . . could have foretold the story of a boy called, not from the streets of a Chilean city, but from the streets of Compton. Passion weaves between his words and conviction laces every line. He means these words. He loves these words. Amazingly, as he’s reciting a poem I’ve never heard before, someone else’s words illuminate Grip to me. I see him clearly. A man deeply committed to his craft and who views his gift as a miracle of circumstance. As cocky as he is, I see him humbled by the means to escape a path so many others never leave. And if the poem tells his story, his eyes are a confession, never straying from mine, holding mine in the moonlight, his voice liquid poured over something sweet. As he approaches the end, my fears are forgotten, but I’m still stuck on a Ferris wheel under a darkened sky, and nothing has ever been more fitting than the final words, in which the poet says he wheeled with the stars and his heart broke loose on the wind. There are too few perfect moments in this life. Far too few of us get them, but I am privileged to have this one with this man. When he empties his chest of his heart and empties his body of his soul for me under a starry sky on a Ferris wheel. And I know. In this moment, I know that I’m lost to him. It has been a matter of days. It has been a string of moments. It has not been long enough to tell him, but in my heart, I know I am lost. “Did that help?” he asks. He searches through the dim light for my fear or my panic, but they aren’t there anymore. He leans closer, so close his breath whispers over my face. I don’t know when he realizes that fear has gone and that something else has come, but I see the change in his eyes. I think he might be lost in me, too. The inches between our lips disappear. At the first brush of his mouth on mine, I know this kiss will never end. It will live on in my memory for the rest of my life. His lips beg entry, a tentative touch that blazes through my defenses and hastens the rhythm of my heart. I clutch his arm, skin and muscle, satin over steel. A thousand textures collide. The hot silk of his mouth. The sharp, straight edge of his teeth. The firm curve of his lips. The taste of him. God, the taste of him makes me moan. He cups my face, fingers spearing into my hair. I press so close the heat of his body burns through the thin fabric of our shirts. “Bris.” He says it against my lips before trailing kisses down my chin. His mouth opens over my neck, hot and wet, and I arch into him, the pleasure like a train in my veins. Rushing. Vaulting. Exploding. “Oh, God.” I’m a panting mess. My hands venture under his shirt, desperate, nails scraping at his back. “Keep kissing me.” He’s back at my lips, devouring, our tongues dueling, dancing. This kiss has a cadence, his head moving to the left and then right, on beat, a syncopation, a simultaneity of lips and tongues. His mouth slants over mine, hot and zealous, and I link my fingers behind his head, clinging, afraid this will end. Afraid to lose the enormity of this moment. At the top of the world, so close we could almost touch the sky and with only the stars watching, I found out what a kiss should be.About the Author: Kennedy loves to write about herself in third person. She loves Diet Coke...though she's always trying to quit. She adores her husband...who she'll never quit. She loves her son, who is the most special boy on the planet. And she's devoted to supporting and serving families living with Autism. And she writes love stories! For updates, new releases, giveaways and other adventures, subscribe to her newsletter: https://app.mailerlite.com/webforms/landing/j9u8i3You can learn more at: Facebook | Book Group | Bookbub | Twitter | Instagram | Goodreads | Google +| Pinterest | Amazon We are so excited to share with you covers for GRIP and FLOW, the prequel, by Kennedy Ryan! FLOW releases on February 25 and will be totally FREE! GRIP releases on March 2nd straight to #KindleUnlimited! Celebrate the reveals with a $25 Gift Card GIVEAWAY (Winner’s Choice)! ENTER HERE: https://www.facebook.com/KennedyRyanAuthor ➡Add GRIP on GR: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/31207572-grip ➡Get #GRIPPED (Be notified by email about cover reveal & release): https://app.mailerlite.com/webforms/landing/s5e6j4 ➡Check out more information here: http://kennedyryanwrites.com/grip/ GRIP Synopsis: Resisting an irresistible force wears you down and turns you out. I know. I’ve been doing it for years. I may not have a musical gift of my own, but I’ve got a nose for talent and an eye for the extraordinary. And Marlon James – Grip to his fans – is nothing short of extraordinary. Years ago, we strung together a few magical nights, but I keep those memories in a locked drawer and I’ve thrown away the key. All that’s left is friendship and work. He’s on the verge of unimaginable fame, all his dreams poised to come true. I manage his career, but I can’t seem to manage my heart. It’s wild, reckless, disobedient. And it remembers all the things I want to forget.************************************************************ FLOW (The GRIP Prequel) – Releasing FREE a few days before GRIP! If I could undo your kisses If I could un-feel your touch If I could unhook this heart from yours I would But I’m trapped in the memory of what we were Stuck with the reality of what we are Tempted by the promise of a future Afraid of possibility I don’t know how our story ends, but this – this is where it started.About the Author: Kennedy loves to write about herself in third person. She loves Diet Coke...though she's always trying to quit. She adores her husband...who she'll never quit. She loves her son, who is the most special boy on the planet. And she's devoted to supporting and serving families living with Autism. And she writes love stories! For updates, new releases, giveaways and other adventures, subscribe to her newsletter: https://app.mailerlite.com/webforms/landing/j9u8i3You can learn more at: Facebook | Book Group | Bookbub | Twitter | Instagram | Goodreads | Google +| Pinterest | Amazon |
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