Blog Tour: Where We Belong

Posted 27 September, 2014 by Paige in Blog Tours, Book Reviews, Giveaways / 0 Comments

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Title: Where We Belong
Author: K.L. Grayson
Genre: Adult Romance
Publish Date: September 23, 2014
Cover Photographer: Tess J Photography
Cover Designer:Wicked by Design
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Synopsis

Regret . . . she’s a snarky little bitch.

I’ve tried several times to regret the events that took place on June 5, 2008, but for the life of me, I can’t. I’d never regret the pain, the suffering, or the heartache because they ultimately led me to the place I am now. And I can’t regret the place I am now. What I still can’t figure out is this: how is it possible that the single worst day of my life inadvertently became the very best day?

Five years ago my life was irrevocably changed.

Seventeen minutes was all it took—

to lose my best friend…

to lose the love of my life…

Seventeen minutes was all it took for the seeds of hope—the seeds of my future—to be planted in the worst possible way.

My name is Harley Thompson, and this is my story.

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Excerpt

Slumping down onto the picnic table, I close my eyes, praying that this was all a bad dream and I just have to wake up. Realistically, I know it’s not, but there is always that small window of time right after something horrible happens when you feel like if you hope and pray hard enough, you can actually rewind time and undo what’s been done.

I grip my hair tightly at the scalp and watch as my tears cascade off my face and hit the table below. I’m not sure how long I sit, but eventually I get up and pace the alley behind the bar, trying to wrap my head around everything that just happened. This is why I never told him before…for exactly this reason.

What on earth have I done?

He can’t seriously end our friendship. 

He can’t really walk away

There is way too much history for him to do that. Right?

A gravelly, slurred voice interrupts my thoughts. “Harley? That you?” The hair on the back of my neck stands up, and I squint through my tears, trying to see whom the drunken voice belongs to. Relief washes over me at the familiar face. I try to respond, but a deep sob comes out instead. He moves to my side quickly. “You’re crying,” he says, putting a comforting hand to my back. “Please don’t cry.”

I normally wouldn’t get this close to someone who isn’t Tyson or Quinn, but right now I need the familiarity and comfort he offers. In a desperate move, I wrap my arms around his middle, bury my face in his chest, and cry like I’ve never cried before.

The stench of smoke deeply rooted in his shirt fills my nostrils and the stale odor of liquor makes me sick as he whispers calming words in my ear. I should be worried. I’ve heard that he’s gotten into some heavier drugs recently, but I know I’m safe.

We stand there for several minutes, neither of us saying a word. His body sways slightly to the left. I grip him tightly to steady his balance and raise my eyes to his. “Are you okay?”

His red-rimmed, glossy eyes lock onto mine, but he doesn’t respond. I watch as his expression changes. A shiver runs up my spine as goose bumps immediately cover my body. “Are you okay?” I repeat, trying to keep the fear out of my voice. Loosening my grip, I attempt to step back, but his arms tighten around me.

“You always smell so good,” he slurs, his eyes roaming my face. His hand slides up my back and to my neck. He wraps his fingers around my hair and tugs, forcing my head to snap back. Leaning into me, he runs his nose along the side of my neck, and my stomach churns. “I would have given you anything. But I wasn’t good enough for you, was I?” I don’t respond and he yanks my hair again, arching my back. “Was I?” he seethes.

I’ve never been in a situation where I feel legitimately uncomfortable in the presence of another human being, but right here…in this second…I am terrified. Adrenalin courses through my body. My heart slams violently in my chest and my muscles tense as terror washes through me. I squeeze my eyes tightly shut. A sharp pain rips through my scalp. My face smacks the ground, and a metallic taste fills my mouth.

Please, God. Please let me survive this.

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My Thoughts:

With a synopsis like that, I had to read this book! I was just dying to know what the event was that happened on June 5th, 2008, so as soon as it appeared on my Kindle I dove right on in.

I really don’t want to give away too much about the book, but I have to say it wasn’t what I expected — in a good way. This is an outstanding debut and I cannot wait to see what comes next from this refreshing new voice. K. L. Grayson knows how to tell a story and each character is as unique and imperfectly perfect as the next. Every time I had to put the book down for one reason or another I just about skipped back to the book as soon as possible.

You love these characters. You hate these characters. Then, well you love them all over again. You will laugh, sometimes you feel like your hands are literally glued to your Kindle because you cannot put this book down! 

About the Author

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K.L. Grayson resides in a small town outside of St. Louis, Missouri. She is entertained daily by her extraordinary husband who will forever inspire every good quality she writes in a man. Her entire life rests in the palm of six dirty little hands, and when the days is over and those six little hands have been washed and tucked into bed . . . and the stars align, you can find K.L. typing away furiously on her computer. K.L. has a love for alpha males, brownies, reading, tattoos, sunglasses, and happy endings . . . and not particularly in that order.

 

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Giveaway

Two Signed Books and One Twenty Dollar Gift Card

 

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