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Weekly-ish Update-Sept 8

Look, I did it!  Weekly-ish!

The Book I’m Working On

Working hard on revisions to Deception, eyeing an Oct release date. Another scorching hot medieval adventure with a con man hero and a very desperate, very angry woman who won’t take no for an answer.

The Kind Of Heroes I Love

I don’t think I’ll shock anyone here with this, but I love hard heroes. Men who operate just this side of good.

Deception is a little different from the usual medieval fare–it’s a long con, with a hero who’s been steeped in criminality from his pirate lord father to his time managing connections between wealthy, corrupt movers-and-shakers of medieval England.  He’s a man with no conscience…except when it comes to the only woman he’s ever loved. Which is going to prove pretty inconvenient for him.

Poor guy.

My heroes are generally pretty tortured souls–Kier from Deception certainly is!–but they’re decisive, highly capable men on a mission, so their dark side has focus.  And although they’re 100% alpha, they’re also very confident, so they don’t have any problem with an equally strong woman at their side. Actually, they need a strong woman, someone who can handle the grand adventures and intense passion required for the love of a lifetime. 

If that’s the kind of book YOU like too, check out all my romantic adventures at the website, and get swept away!

The Special Gift I Have For You

Speaking of hard, hot heroes….

 This limited time giveaway is a little gift from 13 historical romance authors, to help our readers find new hot historicals w/ bad boy heroes to love.  Who knows, you might just find a new fav author! (After me, of course.)

Hop on over to Bookfunnel, peruse the covers, click the ones that look especially yummy, and enjoy!

Monthly-ish Update, an excerpt, and are you on my newsletter??

I’ll use a masterful reframe and report that my long blogging absences are proof I’m really good at taking long blogging absences.  See how I did that?

Stories in Progress

I’m hard at work on two contemporaries and a historical.  Plot always slows me down, so I’m working on nailing that in these stories, and hopefully being able to release more frequently in the future! :fingers crossed:

Get Ready for the Upcoming Historical Release!

Deception is re-releasing this fall, so be sure you’re signed up for the newsletter to get all the updates!

Get Ready for the Upcoming Contemporary Romance!

I’ll also have a contemporary releasing, a sequel to SPIN.  Tentative title: DARE. If you like fun, super-sexy contemporary romances, you’ll love these books!

How to get ready, you ask??

Read Spin if you haven’t yet!  It’s currently available at Amazon, and if you have KU, you can read it through that.

Then sign up for the newsletter.  I’ll be announcing the release on both on the historical Kris Kennedy newsletter and my pseudonym newsletter, Bella Love. You can sign up for either to get the news.

Extended Excerpt

From DARE (tentative tile), sequel to SPIN

We drove home in the dark. Or rather, to Finn’s home, since my chokingly-expensive almost-three-thousand-dollars-a-month condo back in the city was now sub-let, giving me a brief respite before I had to decide what to really do. Hard, smart, dangerous Finn Dante, my oasis in the desert-like wasteland of my otherwise empty life.

Sitting beside me in his pick up, his eyes were on the dark highway before us. Cut from flesh and marble, he was part human, part demi-god. He had a sharp mind, a quiet, devastating confidence, and a mouth and mind so dirty it could get him jailed in several states. Finn was a former Ranger, now high-end pawn shop business owner and low-down alpha man, dangerous in ways you didn’t even see coming till he was already there, hard and confident and taking care of business.

His business had become me and my welfare.

Dangerous indeed. Because I didn’t know what my future held. Whereas Finn had a very certain, wonderful future that involved pawn and beams and struts and a horse farm and a generally quiet, problem-free life in this gorgeous mountain country, and I didn’t know if I was cut out for a quiet, problem-free life.

I was bred on problems. Needed them. Chaos, noise, trouble and toil, the sound and rich people’s fury: I ate it up. Breakfast of Champions. I didn’t know if I could exist with problems. And the idyllic mountain town of Destiny Falls didn’t have a whole of problems other than me and my missing career.

Finn’s kind of peacefulness was an alien world to me. Kind of like the one outside the truck window now. I looked through it at the nighttime desert, filled with strange, natural things I didn’t usually encounter. Wolves, snakes, starlight. Fresh air.

I stared out, the window rolled up tight. “What’s that?” I said in a low voice.

Finn glanced over, then through the window where my finger was pointing. “A tree.”

“Oh.” I lowered my hand.

“Nothing to be scared of.”

“I’m not scared. I’m wary.”

He grinned at me. I shifted my eyes and returned him a level look through the glow of his dashboard lights.

He yanked on the wheel and brought the car off the highway, to the side of the road. Then he killed the engine.

Bad choice of words. Killed. I stared at him.

The tick-tick-tick of the cooling engine frightened me

“Um, what are we doing?”

“I’ve got something to show you.” He opened his door.

“Is it bodies?” I called out. His door slammed shut. I watched him come around to my side. He swung my door open and I looked up at his dark shape, the night taking shape behind him. “Are you going to show me where bodies are buried?” I asked somberly.

He put out a hand. “Get out.”

“You’re scaring me.”

He hauled me out, reaching behind our seats to the small storage area and came out with a blanket. He tucked my hand into the crook of his elbow, threw the blanket over my shoulder, and started dragging me off into the bushes.

Okay, there were actually no bushes. It was open grassland, with a large, high hill on either side of the deserted highway.

“Is this legal?” I whispered as we climbed the hill.

“Walking? Yes.”

“I mean being out here.”

“In nature? Yes, it’s still legal.”

“This isn’t nature,” I muttered, eyeing the scrub brush. “It’s county right of way.” If there was one thing I knew, it was when someone was breaking the rules.

We began hiking up hillside beside highway. The sky was every shade of blue, from the palest blue at the horizon, to the deepest, black-blue of a bruise overhead. Soft, night breeze brushed over us, musky with the perfume of scorched earth and piñon needles burned by the sun through the day. Thin grasses rustled as the scented breeze nuzzled through their midst, like a sigh in church. Everything in the night world seemed to be alive and whispering to each other. Secret language.

“Isn’t this private property?” I murmured.

“We’re not bothering anyone.”

“Aren’t there wolves?”

“They always howl before they attack. It’s a warning signal. Three dashes and one long.”

I squinted at him. “That’s Morse code.”

He flung the blanket onto the dusty ground. “Scout’s honor. Grab an end.”

I grabbed a corner and drew it out. “Were you ever a boy scout?”

“Nope. But I can tie a knot. Wanna see?” He dropped to his knees on the blanket and held out his hand. A car raced by down on the highway.

“Finn.” It was half question, half warning.

“Janey, nothing’s going to hurt you out here. I swear. I’ll protect you from wolves and snakes.”

“And outraged landowners?”

He held up two fingers, close together. Scouts honor.

I was quiet a second. “What about rustlers?”

He grabbed my hand and pulled me down onto the blanket. “Lay the fuck down baby, and look up.”

Stiff as a board, I flattened my spine on the bright woven blanket, my hands fisted over my tightened stomach, my knees clamped together, my jaw fixed, and stared up.

“What are we looking at?” I said after a second.

“The cosmos.”

“Seriously.”

“I am being serious.”

His face was bathed in night and starshine, mostly dark, all but his gleaming eyes. I opened my mouth and he pointed to the sky.

“Stop talking. Look up.”

I looked.

For awhile, it was like staring at black construction paper. But slowly, as I relaxed and my eyes adjusted, and Finn breathed beside me and said nothing, the stars took shape. It was like silver fairy dust, like a pouch had been tipped over and the stars spilled out, sparking and shivering in the dark sky. It was the way I felt when Finn touched my body, and did everything but say the words. I love you.

“Oh wow,” I whispered.

“Wow,” Finn agreed, real low.

“I didn’t know.”

“I know. That’s Lyra,” he murmured, sliding an arm behind my shoulders and leaning up on his elbow to point.  “It’s supposed to look like a lyre.” His arm moved, tracing a jagged triangle through the air. “The god Apollo gave it to his son, Orpheus. He played for the Argonauts, who went with Jason to find the Golden Fleece. He played so well the wild beasts bowed for him, and even the rocks and trees were charmed.”

As he talked, his body was warm and solid beside me.

“Wow,” I said softly, but very intently, because right now, everything Finn did with his body or his mouth was of the utmost interest. “That’s fascinating.”

He went on in a low rumble, telling me about the nymph Orpheus had fallen in love with, and how she died running away from some asshole shepherd, and Orpehus’s heart had been broken, and how he’d gone hunting her down below in the underworld.  It was better than any lesson I’d learned in school, told in his low husky voice, but Finn was an aphrodisiac all his own. I didn’t even need the words, just the rumble of him, the heat of him, talking to me, one hand hung low over my belly, the other stretched out, pointing high in the sky at the tiny sparks of fire burning millions of light years away, feeling so close.

“Wow,” I whispered. I was still utterly interested, but no longer actually able to focus.

His low, instructional rumble paused. “Wow?”

I tilted my head to the side. “Not a wow?”

“I asked if you were cold.”

I laughed and leaned my head back on the ground, my face up to him. “Sorry, I kinda wasn’t listening.”

In the dim starshine, his face was dark as he gave me a slow smile. “What were you kinda doing?”

“Thinking how happy I am right now, learning about sky lyres. It kind of gets me hot,” I admitted in a whisper.

“Wow,” he said, as his muscled arm slipped beneath the blanket and clamped around me.

“Tell me more about Lyra.” I urged.

“Well, Vega is in Lyra,” he said as he rolled to his side and skimmed his hand down my side then went up on his knees to straddle me. “It’s one of  the brightest stars in the sky.”

“That’s incredible,” I said weakly as he nudged my legs apart.

“There’s a globular cluster in there too. Big one.”

“No way,” I whispered as he propped himself above me. “You know about lot about Lyra”

“Nick is filled with useless knowledge and he shares it whenever we get drunk.  Now, Jane, pull up your dress.”

I yanked it down and darted my eyes around. “No! We can’t. Not here.”

“Sure we can. It’s easy. Watch.” His hand went to my knees and tugged the sundress up.

Yep, it had been pretty easy.

I tried to pull it back down. “Finn,” I hissed. “This is someone’s private property.”

“Then don’t break anything.”

As there was nothing around us but sage brush and open sky, breakage wasn’t my biggest concern. It was the aforementioned private property, and owners with rifles, and how we were within sight of the highway, up here on this rise. Sure, you could see a car coming from five miles away in the everlasting darkness, but then again, you could see a car coming from five miles away.

His eyes locked on mine. “Scaredy cat.”

I frowned at him. “Stop doing that.”

“Nope.”

He leaned down to my neck and his teeth closed on the hot flesh of the curve of my neck and I was done for.

“Pull it up, baby,” he whispered, and I whispered “Damn you,” and did.

He made it worth my while, being so obedient, because his fingers began their magic again, and I felt him flip my skirt up further, over my belly, so everything was exposed to the moon and the stars and Finn’s perfect, sinful hands.

Does Janey find a way to make it in Finn’s world? Does Finn come clean about all the stuff he’s hiding as he works to make her world maybe a little too perfect, doing anything so she’ll stay with him? Do they have sex on the side of the road??

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And be sure to read SPIN!

Weekly-ish Update:April 28

Here we calmly are, the lot of us, approaching May at a measured, sedate pace– MAY?? It’s almost May??

Writing

Writing on the contemporaries.  I have So Many Words written, but keep having to re-walk a tense line between romance & plot.  I want to write a BIG book, but then again…I don’t.   My ‘big’ plots are what slow me down in my historicals, so they’re what I’m trying to pare down in my contemporaries.  But I’m a stubborn vegetable, and hard to pare.

A New Motto

If you gaze to the right –> (you probably didn’t even notice that picture until now, right??) this is my new motto for writing this story, and all the coming ones, ’til I nail this essential element of the craft: simplicity.

 

Secret Projects

Working with a couple writer friends on secret projects. Will update as I’m able! 

(What kind of an ‘update’ is that??  Shun me. Shun me hard.)

 

Print Proofs

Working on the print proof of King’s Warrior, reading the story entirely different because it’s 3-d, held open on on my lap with a glossy cover and paper pages.  I don’t know why it’s such a different experience, but it truly is. Do you find that to be true too?

Nothing Good or Interesting

I have nothing else good or productive or even vaguely interesting to report on. Did kids’ baseball & helped with homework, had a sick kid home from school for a day, made dinners, occasionally showered, drank vodka…blah blah.  All the usual. You??

Hope your last week was awesome, and your coming one is even awesomer!

Let me know if you like my…motto.

New Cover-Claiming Her

Got a new cover for Claiming Her!

 

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  Why a new cover?, you may ask.

The model shot on the original  was gorgeous, and I adored it. But the cover itself wasn’t getting any attention. So a facelift was in order. I still have the rights to the original image, and because I love it so much, maybe one day I’ll see if I can make it work!

In the meantime…maybe you would like a little excerpt from Claiming Her, since we’re revisiting it today?

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Excerpt:

…The clerk’s voice droned on in Latin, and the Irish Hound was replying—in Latin—then the clerk read the terms aloud in French, and then in English, to ensure no confusion—oh, there was nothing but confusion—while Walter’s grim, furious, yet vaguely triumphant face glared at her.

She had done precisely what she’d told him not to do: seriously underestimated Aodh Mac Con.

The pen in her hand shook slightly. She could not catch her breath. Everyone stared. Silence spread through the hall. A boot shuffled, leather creaked, a burning log shifted, then fell into hot ash in the hearth. All she had to do was sign her name.

If she signed, she was doomed.

Traitor. Treason.

Dead woman.

A drop of bright red ink hung, suspended, at the tip of the pen in her hand. Aodh’s name was already on the page, scrawled in gorgeous, bold, educated letters, large enough to be read in Windsor.

He was afraid of nothing. This castle, this rebellion, Katarina—he claimed it all.

Trembling, she looked up into his eyes.

“Aodh,” she whispered. It slipped out helplessly.

He went into motion. “Leave us,” he ordered, taking the pen from her hand.

And once again, the people in the hall dispersed like pebbles running down a hill. His clerk and hers, the witnesses and soldiers, everyone turned and left, until she and Aodh were once again alone.

Shaking, she stood, head down, staring at the ground, braced for his fury. That is what men did, vent their fury. It would be over soon enough. He circled her once; she watched his boots make the circuit around her body.

“What is it?” he asked while behind her.

She inhaled, shook her head, looked at the papers, the signatures, then her gaze dropped to his sword. Everything about this was a conquest.

“I…cannot,” she whispered.

He’d followed her glance at his sword, and with a swift sweep of his hands, he unbuckled it and let it fall to the ground. It clattered in a heap. He stepped over it and came nearer.

“Why are you saying no?”

“Because I would lose everything.”

“Och, lass, you’ve already lost everything. All you can do now is gain.”

She gave a broken laugh. “That is no good answer.”

His gaze roved over her face, then he took the last, natural step and drew up before her. “Listen to me.”

“No.” She could not listen to his low, resonate persuasions, spoken in that dark Irish lilt, the one that tempted as if it were touch.

He curled a finger beneath her chin and tipped her face up. “You cannot think it would have gone well for you when Bertrand of Bridge arrived? The queen’s interrogator?”

She gasped. “Wh-what do you know of it?”

“In England, they are calling you a traitor. A priest-lover. An unwed dye-witch.”

Shock made her hands fly to his chest. Fear curled them into fists, bunching his tunic. “No.”

“Aye. So now, maybe, it is not so mad an idea to have something standing between you and England.”

“Oh no,” she whispered as he slid his fingers to the back of her neck and guided her closer, against the towering length of him, until they were touching from knees to stomach.

“I swear to you, Katy,” he said in a low rasp. “I will protect you.”

Confusion washed through her, an amalgam of shifting emotions. Protect her? When he was the danger, England her salvation?

Protect her? No one protected Katarina. She was the protector, of Rardove, of the people within, of the queen’s rights in Ireland.

But that this warlord had offered…

Their mouths were so close she could feel his breath on her. She wanted his breath.

“Now, Katy, let me show you the truth of us,” he said, and bent his head.

She leaned back against the table before her knees buckled, her neck arching as he touched his lips to the base of her throat. A wash of chills rained down her body so potent she almost did not notice the wide palm now skimming down her waist. She was far too focused on the other hand that had plunged into her hair, fingers splayed. He fisted his hand and tugged her head back. The pressure was hard and exquisite, the pleasure undeniable. Unstoppable.

The breath burst from her, a loud, stuttered gasp in the silent, echoing room.

Head bent, he worked his way up the line of her throat and chin, his tongue and teeth an assault of carnal skill and, wasting no time on preludes or introduction, when he reached the summit of her mouth, he simply claimed her. Slanted his mouth over hers, completed his conquest of Rardove by sliding his tongue between her already-parted lips, and deconstructed every notion she’d ever had of who she was, and what passion meant.

Showing her what he meant by their ‘truth.’

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Have fun in there!

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Weekly-ish Wrap-up- March 24

Another Friday, another yay! Hope your week was great!  Mine was busy with mostly non-writerly stuff.

Writer Stuff

Been working on a contemporary romance.  There are lots of alpha dog sexytime scenes.  Be prepared. Be very prepared….

Non-Writer Stuff

Loads of promo the past couple weeks to spread the word about King’s Warrior. I’m sometimes astonished at how much work it takes to sell books.  For the record, I’m a terrible, terrible saleswoman.

Reviews for King’s Warrior

Was really touched by this blog Courtney Milan did over at Amazon’s Book Review blog, Omnivoracious, recommending exciting, immersive, out-of-the-box historical romances. She rec’ced King’s Warrior, saying

“…medieval romances that manage to capture, on the one hand, the hard, almost epic romanticism of an era filled with castles, brigands, and nobles, and on the other, romances that appeal to modern sensibilities with searingly hot romances with plots that start at adventure and never stop.”

 All About Romance reviewed King’s Warrior and said, “King’s Warrior is full of action and Ms. Kennedy is a superb storyteller…I’d definitely recommend King’s Warrior to you.”

 I was especially touched by one reader’s review over at Amazon, who said, “This felt so…E P I C. Well done, dear author. And thank you. You made Magdalena, our intrepid auburn-haired heroine, even more sensual, capably resourceful, and fierce. You also gave her grace. OMG I love her!! Our, Tadhg? You made him truly heroic….you gave him an inner voice so profound, unsure, yet resolved, that all I wanted was what HE wanted. To go home.”

New Cover for Claiming Her

Getting a new cover for Claiming Her!!  It’s super pretty.  It’ll be up on bookseller sites soon. I hope you love it!
I gave newsletter readers a sneak peek yesterday.  If you aren’t getting the newsletter, it’s free & easy–just drop your email address in the the sign-up form on the sidebar of every page of my website.  See?? —>

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A Shout-Out…

…to all the author friends who talked up King’s Warrior in their newsletters & social media. Here are some of the book deals & releases I’ve shared in my newsletter this week (are you on the newsletter??  Come on over–it’s fun! I only send it when there’s book news, and I make sure you get all the news first.  For instance, see the next item….)

Erica Ridley, USA Today bestselling author has an upcoming Regency, Lord of Chance, only 99 cents as preorder! 

 

 

Vanessa Kelly, has a new short story, Three Renegades and A Baby, part of her RENEGADE ROYALS series, and it’s only 99 cents!

When a former crime lord and two lethal spies take on the task of caring for a baby girl found on the doorstep, it’s up to Jack Easton, Marquess of Lendale, to decide who does the best job. But none of the men have any idea how much mayhem one little girl can create!

 

New York Times bestselling author Claire Delacroix has a new MEDIEVAL–yes, medieval ladies!–release this week. Crusader’s Vow is ready for you.