Monday, November 9, 2015

BLOG TOUR: RUN WITH YOU BOOK 3 BY KANDICE MICHELLE YOUNG






Blog Tour:
Run With You
by
Kandice Michelle
Young

Nov 9th - Nov 23rd





Your scars, my scars, our scars...

A desperate promise whispered by her lover in the heat of the night. Can it be enough?

Sebastian saw me at my worst and still he gave me his best. When it was his turn to fall, I feared I wouldn’t be strong enough to catch him. The choices he made as a boy threatened everything about the man he’d become. I knew the struggle to keep his love would be the greatest battle my heart's had to face. Still, I could never have prepared myself for what was coming.

World turned upside down, it was hard enough to live with myself after what I'd done. Already unable to trust, I was trapped in a whirlpool of newly discovered truths. How could I live with his wounds when I was already dying from my own?

You can’t take on my burdens without giving me some of yours in return…

A hopeful plea from his lover's lips. How can he comply when telling her means destroying everything they've worked for?

Danielle was spiraling and it was up to me to reel her in. I could’ve lost it all in a heartbeat, but it would’ve been worth it if it meant she was safe. Calculated to the end, I had an iron clad plan to protect her. I just never imagined it wouldn't be enough.

The ghosts of my past were no longer trapped in my nightmares. They were real and they walked among us, waging war on all that I held dear. How could we win the battle when we had nothing left to fight for?

Two damaged souls. Too many mistakes. One future in jeopardy…






     

      






Note: This book is going through the editing process and this excerpt is subject to change.
Excerpt from Run With You:
The lights are off when I pull up to her father’s house in Santa Monica, but that car is in the driveway. I will replace it one day, regardless of the sentiments she feels toward it. Her safety is the most important thing. Someday, she’ll understand that.
Climbing from my bike, I walk to the door, and ring the bell. Ordinarily, I would refrain out of respect for her father, but he works nights. Even if he were home, Danielle has already told me that he’s a heavy sleeper. I wait several minutes before ringing it again. Unless he’s in there with her, she’ll get up and answer eventually. On the third try, the door finally opens.
Peering up at me through sleepy eyes, she says, “What do you want, Sebastian?”
I look down at the perfectly plump lips that make up the entrance to that smart mouth. I’d love to fuck her face until I can’t withstand it any longer. There’s getting head, and then there’s getting head from Danielle Stevens. Crossing her arms over her plump chest, she leans against the door frame. I scan my eyes down her body, and over the exposed flesh of her long legs. My cock twitches as I imagine the various things I could do to her.
Drumming her fingers on her elbow, she glares at me with those Jezebel eyes, and repeats, “I asked what you’re doing here.”
Shifting my weight, to allow more room in my jeans, I say, “We’re going to talk.”
Throwing her hands in the air, she sighs, and curses me in Italian. Her hot-headed temper is one of the many things I love about her. Following her into the living room, I take a seat on the coffee table in front of her. She lays down and pulls a throw blanket from the back of the couch, covering her luscious legs that I can’t stop envisioning around my head. Ordinarily, I would chastise her for trying to cover herself from me, but for tonight’s purposes, it is probably a good idea.
“You have to stop shutting yourself off from me,” I begin.
“Oh, if that isn’t the pot calling the kettle black,” she says, rolling her eyes and turning her head away from me.
Dropping to my knees, I take her face in my hands. “Princess, when we are fighting I can’t function.”
“Then maybe you should have thought about that before you told her what I did,” she snaps.
“I had to tell Alana what happened that night, Danielle,” I say, biting back my exasperation and running my hand through my hair. “Why can’t you understand that?”

“What I understand, Sebastian is that you gave her more ammunition for her arsenal.”



















Run To You



I moved to New York for a fresh start.  I did not move here to fall for a man like Sebastian.

Sebastian Black came into my life like a storm in the peak of the night…dark, raging, all-consuming, and guaranteed to leave destruction in his wake. From the moment our eyes met, he had a hold on me. I wanted, craved, and needed him like nothing I had ever desired before.

The problem was he needed total submission. From the moment he handed me the contract, I knew what he was proposing would destroy me. What I had not planned was his ability to make me crave destruction. I would lose myself in him. Sebastian knew how to take me over the edge, and before I even knew it, I wanted to go freefalling.


It was evident that my past had the ability to destroy us. What I had not calculated was the power of his to do the same. My dark, brooding, impeccably sexual, alpha-male had his own crosses to bear. I was not sure I was strong enough to handle them, or the woman who helped chain him there.



    

     












Run From You


Sebastian called me his princess, but he was far from my white knight. He was my drug. One hit and I was addicted to him.

I ran from him to save my life. I kept running to regain my sanity. Kyle would help me with that. His warmth and familiarity were just what I needed to get back on track. Beautiful in his own right, Kyle was everything I once knew to be good about the world. Kyle was perfect for me, he always had been.

Except he wasn't Sebastian, he could never be. The horrors of my past pulled me away from him. The nightmares of my present would bring us back together. Confused though I was, I knew Sebastian was the only choice. The damage done was great, our love greater. Surviving each other would take everything we had, but it was the only option.

Every mistake we had made would collapse on top of us, burying us alive in a mountain of anger and guilt. Neither of us could have prepared for what was coming. The only way out was through. The question became, would we be strong enough to make it through together or would our secrets tear us apart once more?





    

     

















Kandice is…
…a serial lover of all things pink, self-proclaimed chocoholic, home-schooling mother, and wannabe yogi.
Her debut erotica novel, Run to You, the first in the series Run, is coming soon.
Kandi’s love of storytelling can be traced back to her fourth grade year, when a history lesson on Native Americans became too unimaginative for her liking.  She took it upon herself to liven things up by creating a story that was based on half-truths about a self-named Indian Princess. Kandice is in fact of Native American heritage (her great-grandmother was a full-blooded Cherokee) and in her own mind a princess, so you can see where her inspiration came from.  Her story was a huge hit with friends, and an author was born.

Kandice was born and raised in rural Arkansas, where she currently lives with her husband and three children. Though, if you ask her she’ll confirm that her soul is lost somewhere on the west coast waiting for the day that her body can rejoin it.


   

   

   




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