Kim Karr sent over an exclusive excerpt from her upcoming novella, Blurred: A Connections Novella, for today’s Book Bash Author Spotlight!!!
What’s it about?
The story before the love story….
When he lost the only woman he’d ever loved, it seemed there was nothing left to live for.
Even as a boy, all Ben Covington ever wanted was to spend forever with Dahlia London, the beautiful girl next door…then one life-altering decision tore them apart and he was forced to leave her.
Now, despite having returned to win her back, he’s still alone. She’s with someone else—someone she’s never going to leave.
Resigned to a future without his former girlfriend, Ben numbs his broken heart in a haze of liquor and women. But then the only woman who ever even turned his head while he was with his girl reappears unexpectedly. And he’s never forgotten their one incredible night together. But will Ben’s destructive behavior destroy his future with her before it even begins?
Want a sneak peek? Here it is…
A quick fifteen minutes later, I leave Sloan’s suite. She closes the door behind me and I lean against it. My stomach is in a knot again. My first interview and I let the bride-to-be blow me. Fuck me, I can’t believe I just did that. What the hell is wrong with me?
I’m mentally scolding myself when the elevator doors slide open and I lift my bowed head. Needing to look twice, I can’t believe who’s walking my way. Her hips sway in her tight little dress and she walks like a runway model in those high heels. My heart pounds at the mere sight of her. I prop a foot up against the door and watch her slow her pace. She fumbles around in her purse and when I clear my throat she looks up. Our eyes meet, but she quickly drops her gaze. Keeping her head down, she continues to walk in my direction. I catch her peek up a few times from under the curtain of red hair now shielding her face. I stifle a laugh. She knows I’m watching her, there’s no way she can’t. When she walks past me I consider putting a foot out to stop her, but she takes a step back and pauses right in front of me. She doesn’t look at me, but her lips straighten into a thin line. I can’t help but grin. “Can I help you?” I ask.
Her mouth falls open, but no words escape. She immediately closes it. Crossing my arms over my chest, I have to drop my head to stop from laughing at her pouty lips. She tucks a lock of that long red hair, no longer wild, but smooth and straight, behind her ear and when she looks up her emerald green eyes bore into mine. The hallway is so quiet I can hear her breathing, or maybe it’s mine. She points to the door I’m leaning against and asks, “Is that room 1516?” Her voice is mildly shaky.
I swivel my head to look at the number, even though I already knew it was. I shove my hands in my pockets and tilt my gaze to hers. “I believe it is, S’belle Wilde.”
She bites her lip and I can’t tell if she’s flirting with me or in deep contemplation.
Her eyes narrow. “It’s Bell, actually, and you’re in my way.”
I can safely tell by her tone now that she’s not flirting. She shuffles her feet back and forth and I realize she might be nervous. But when she scrunches her nose and huffs like she’s annoyed with me, I have to laugh.
“Hmmm . . . I like S’belle myself,” I tell her, and for a second I think she might actually clock me.
She huffs again and adds an eye roll. “Whatever.”
I have to turn my head to stifle another laugh.
“Do you mind?” she asks, placing one hand on her hip, the other pointing to the door. Does she think she’s intimidating me? Because all I can think about is how cute she looks in that pose.
She starts to turn a little red and I don’t want to piss her off so I stand up straight and move to the side.
I place my hand on my stomach and bow slightly, extending my hand, “It’s all yours, Bell.” I stress Bell to show her I paid attention.
Her face goes blank. Now what did I do? She turns away as quickly as she can and just as she’s about to knock, she pauses and looks over at me again. “What are you doing lurking outside of Sloan Bennett’s door, anyway?”
Her tone is so sassy that I can’t help but grin. “I just interviewed her for the society page. What are you doing, may I ask, lurking in the hallways of her hotel?”
Her jaw drops. “You write for the wedding column?” Then she mocks me with a laugh.
I feign offense because that’s all I can do—something in the universe isn’t right if this is now my job. I grab my heart. “You wound me with your mockery.” I want to show her that I can laugh at myself.
She glances at her wrist as if checking the time and ignores the fact that she’s not wearing a watch. She stands even straighter. “Well, I’m Sloan’s wedding planner and I’m late.” She turns around and knocks on the door.
I don’t say anything as the door opens, and I watch her walk inside. She doesn’t give me a second glance, but I give her one.