TGIF naughty readers!! Today, I'd like to welcome Sofia Grey to Kincadia to let you all know about her new release, Crash Into Love.

Fell On Black Days – Soundgarden

We all have black days, some darker than others, and although Crash Into Love is a romance, it has a dark undercurrent of angst. Cass has very real doubts about Jonah’s attraction to her, let alone having a fling with him. And he, in turn, has his own demons to contend with.

I adore Soundgarden, Audioslave, and pretty much anything Chris Cornell sings on, and this particular track fits well.

I'm only faking

When I get it right

Cause I fell on

Black days

How would I know

That this could be my fate

http://youtu.be/ySzrJ4GRF7s

In this extract, they’ve made a vague arrangement to meet and Cass is wondering if he’s had second thoughts.

Unable to settle, I fiddled some more with my manuscript, made coffee, changed the bedding, and tidied every corner of the tiny cottage. It was still only four p.m. The wind had started rattling at the patio umbrella and I made sure it was secure, and then I sat and stared at the rain as it rolled in. The clouds hung low in the sky, heavy and foreboding, and ready to dump their water over the land. I wondered if there would be lightning again. Another round of tidying up and I resorted to baking cookies to pass the time. Dylan adored my chocolate-chip cookies and I’d made them so many times that I didn’t need a recipe.

An hour later, the kitchen was filled with the warm, homey smell of baking and a mountain of cookies sat cooling.

I made a casserole. Something to sit quietly in the oven and be eaten whenever Jonah arrived. If he arrived. It was seven p.m. and there was no sign of him. The wind now tugged at the windows and the rain battered across the roof, and I didn’t like to think about Jonah driving up here in this filthy squall. He’d most likely be here tomorrow, when the storm had blown itself out. By ten, I’d removed the casserole to the refrigerator and then curled up on the sofa while I pretended to watch some television.

Disappointment clawed at me. He wasn’t coming tonight.

Blurb:

Cass thought spending a month at a beachside hideaway relaxing and collecting shells would be the perfect escape to finish her novel. When she meets the dark and brooding and much younger Jonah, who's staying next door, her book becomes the last thing on her mind.

Jonah would rather stay home alone than go on vacation with his brother and their friends, but does his best to tolerate the situation after being convinced to go. But when he sees the beauty next door, he can’t avoid his attraction.

Together, they break all the rules, but will Cass be able to bring Jonah out of his shell forever, or will he leave her with only the crash of the surf to keep her company?

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Author bio:

Romance author Sofia Grey spends her days managing projects in the corporate world and her nights hanging out with wolf shifters and alpha males. She devours pretty much anything in the fiction line, but she prefers her romances to be hot, and her heroes to have hidden depths. When writing, she enjoys peeling back the layers to expose her characters’ flaws and always makes them work hard for their happy endings.

Music is interwoven so tightly into my writing that I can’t untangle the two. Either I’m listening to a playlist on my iPod, have music seeping from my laptop speakers, or there’s a song playing in my head – sometimes on auto-repeat.

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Happy Monday my little monkeys! I'm proud to showcase my friend and fellow author, Christy Gissendaner, and her new release One Hot Knight - AVAILABLE NOW!

Stupid curse!

Yves Sucat was a Crusader trapped in a canine body…until a beautiful twenty-first century dog groomer offered the missing link to break his spell. But Regina Patterson was no fluffy-headed female who would instantly melt at Yves' silvery seduction. The more time he spent with the tender-hearted blonde, the less he was able to keep his paws—hands!—off of her.

Regina was much more comfortable with dogs than men, and the stunningly handsome – stunningly male – knight who now shared her apartment was no exception. She’d hoped to find a man as loyal as the pooches she pampered day after day, but would Yves’s broken curse end with her own broken heart?

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Excerpt

An unusual chill lifted the hairs at her nape. She looked again. There was nothing but trees around her. Birds chirping and the dog panting were the only sounds she heard. She studied the collar again.

It was much older than the dog appeared.

It could possibly belong to him since it was large enough to fit around his neck. She turned it over in her hands, but didn’t see his identification listed anywhere on it. Just a strap of leather with sparkly jewels.

The dog whined and bumped his head against her. Shaking off her concerns, she bent down beside him. He’d known where it was buried. Possession was nine-tenths of the law, after all.

“You want it?” Regina wrapped it around his neck and over the plain one she’d bought him. The jeweled collar was beautiful and all, but at least the utilitarian one she’d put on him had her cell number listed.

When it was buckled, she stepped back to study how it looked. “It’s a bit girlish, actually. Are you sure you want to wear it?”

She moved to take it off, but the dog gave a warning growl and backed away from her. The noise lacked venom, but it was stern enough to let her know he definitely wanted to keep the collar.

“All right, I won’t take it off. But now that you got what you came for, can we go?”

One minute, she was reaching for his leash, the next she was flat on her ass, knocked aside by an unexplainable force. Dirt and leaves swirled around her, making it difficult to breathe and impossible to see.

The maelstrom stung her eyes and made her blink as she waited for it to settle. When it finally did, she got the surprise of her life.

In front of her stood a very tall, very large, very naked man with two dog collars encircling his neck.

She let out a scream, scrambling backward on her elbows. Who in the hell was this guy, and how had he just appeared before her like genie poofing out of a lamp? Had her lunch been tainted? She had to be imagining this. Were hallucinations a sign of food poisoning?

The man approached her, holding out a hand as if he wanted to help her up. Fear made her ignore the offer. Despite the fright, she studied the nude stranger before her.

Shoulder-length black hair framed a strongly chiseled face. Dark brows slashed over equally dark eyes. His nose was straight. A firm jaw line hinted at his powerful strength. His legs and arms were corded with thick muscle. A lightly furred chest appeared as if it had been carved from marble. He personified the male model of every romance cover she’d ever seen.

And dear God, she’d seen a lot of them.

Ignoring the rush of unbidden attraction, Regina focused instead on the scare she’d just received. She climbed to her knees, but the position put her eyes on the level of his crotch. Jerking her gaze away from his impressive package, she hastily got to her feet.

What the hell just happened? She threaded her fingers through her hair and struggled to get a grip. Surely her eyes were playing tricks on her. No way had she just witnessed a dog turn into a man…a very desirable man at that. Running away was her first inclination, but she refused to do that without her dog.

“Who are you?” She glanced around in confusion. “What have you done with my dog?”

“Your dog?” The man’s chuckle was deep. His accent was foreign, almost guttural, but he spoke English with ease. “Forgive me, but I belong to no woman.”

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About the Author:

Christy Gissendaner is a romantic comedy author and believes that laughter and love should go hand in hand.

Christy lives in Alabama with her husband and three sons. She’s always hard at work on her next novel, but in her spare time she loves blackjack, karaoke, and anything resembling a vacation!