Monday, January 12, 2015

Take Me With You Chapter 1 & 2

Yesterday, I promised you a teaser, but it didn't end up happening. So, today I thought I would surprise you with the first two chapters of Take Me with You!

We're only two weeks away from release of the last book in Grant & Aribel's story! Preorder your copy now!

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Best,
K

*spoilers if you haven't read Take Me for Granted*

Chapter 1: Grant

I’d never given much thought to falling in love.

For someone like me, it’d seemed like an impossibility. Why dwell on something that would never happen? I’d had no interest in chicks for more than what they could give me in one night. Fuck ’em and then show ’em the door.

There were always clinger groupies, who would claim to love me. But they loved what I could offer them—sex, a one-night stand, a story to tell their friends about how they’d slept with a rocker, with

Grant McDermott.

I was a name.

A symbol.

Nothing more.

My eyes slid over to the blonde sleeping in my bed. I brushed a strand of hair out of her mouth and pressed a kiss to her lips.

That was before Ari.

“Grant?” she whispered in her sleep.

My name on her lips was better than a thousand one-night stands.

I’d almost lost her to a whole lot of stupidity. Some groupie slut, Kristin, had come on to me at the ski lodge where my band, ContraBand, was playing the Poconos music festival. And by come on to me, I meant she had stripped down naked in my room and ambushed me, thinking I’d fuck her desperate ass. Ari had walked in, and all hell had broken loose.

After a month of miscommunication over Christmas break, we’d reconnected on the shore at my uncle’s beachside pizza place, Duffie’s.

The past two weeks, we’d been pretending that nothing had happened, but I knew something was brewing behind her big blue eyes.

“Yeah, Princess?” I said, sliding my body against hers. My hand ran over the dip in her waist and down to the curve of her tight ass. I tugged her closer to me, rocking her against my dick.

“Mmm,” she groaned. Her eyes fluttered open. “Again?” Her voice held groggy disbelief.

Ari really hadn’t believed me when I said my appetite was insatiable. I could fuck her all day long, and it wouldn’t be enough. I’d still want more. Sex had been my escape for too long for me to ignore the pull now that the same person was frequenting my bed.

“Again,” I agreed.

I rolled her onto her back and kissed my way down her front—between her breasts, over her soft stomach that often made her self-conscious from my attention, to her hip bones that peeked out from her cotton underwear, and down between her legs. My breath came out hot and urgent as I blew on her through the material. She whimpered and writhed in my grasp.

“Grant…Grant.” Her words were a moan, an encouragement.

My fingers hooked under the elastic and pulled them off. She stiffened beneath me and pushed herself up to the top of the bed. I reached for her, but she shook her head.

“I have class.” Ari looked at the comforter, the desk, my cherry red guitar—anywhere but at me.

“Not for an hour.”

“I need to shower and change.”

“I can take you,” I insisted.

“Don’t worry about it.” She slid off the bed and shrugged on her jeans. “Don’t you have to work at the recording studio today?”

I’d gotten a job working at a studio in Trenton when I wanted to show Ari that I was serious about something other than playing in a band. Her dad was the CEO of a bank in Boston, and I’d never seen money like that before. I couldn’t give her that, but I wanted to.

“Yeah. Later.”

I wanted to throw her down on the bed and fuck her until she stopped suggesting ways to keep us apart. But I couldn’t finesse my way into that—at least not with Ari. She would call me on my bullshit.

“Okay. Well, I’ll see you after work then,” she said, sidestepping the issue.

She threw her cardigan back on, tossed my old man’s dog tags over her head that I’d given to her last semester when I asked her to be my girlfriend, gave me a peck on the lips, and then dashed out of the room.

I crashed back into bed and stared up at the blank ceiling. I didn’t fucking understand what had just happened. I had my fucking girlfriend back. We were fucking together all the fucking time.

Yet I felt like the pussy getting ditched after a one-night stand.


Chapter 2: Aribel

I roughly slammed my hands down on the steering wheel of my BMW. What the hell was wrong with me?

I couldn’t believe I’d run out of Grant’s bedroom like a crazy person. I wanted to sleep with him. I wanted to be with him. But I had been acting like a total idiot, and if he hadn’t already noticed, then he certainly had after that spectacular performance.

Unlike most people my age, I actually knew who I was, and I’d never pretended to be anyone but myself in a relationship. Not everyone liked that I wasn’t afraid to speak my mind, and I didn’t need someone else for my own personal validation.

Then, Grant McDermott had walked into my life.

He loved everything about me that intimidated other guys. He’d push back when I tried to pull away. He fought for me and sacrificed for me and…loved me.

And lately, all I could think about were the million logical reasons that we would never work, like the fact that ContraBand had been selling an insane number of copies of their new single, “Life Raft”—a song Grant had written for me last semester. They weren’t hitting the Billboard charts, but I saw fame on the horizon even if Grant acted as if he didn’t. As much as that excited me, it also terrified me. I couldn’t think about losing him.

Not to mention, there was the scary fact that his dad was about to get out of prison where he had resided for the last thirteen years after murdering Grant’s mom in front of him.

On top of that, we’d never really talked about what had happened over Christmas break when we were apart. We’d both swept it all under the rug, assuming it was fine now since we’d slept together, but there was still so much we needed to address, so we could move forward and trust each other. Our month apart had been a reality check that things weren’t always going to be perfect between us, and after we’d gotten back together, it was easier to ignore that than to face it head-on.

Plus, I still hadn’t even told him about Henry, the guy who worked for my father. My parents had tried setting me up with him, and he had kissed me while I was drunk one night in Boston. It had only happened because I thought that Grant had slept with some groupie slut on New Year’s. But still…he didn’t know about it, and this would never work out if we couldn’t be honest.

I shuddered. The last person I wanted to think about was Henry.

Parking at the apartment that I shared with my three crazy roommates—Cheyenne, Gabi, and Shelby—I bounded up the stairs and went inside. Since Grant and I had gotten back together three weeks ago, I hadn’t been home this early in the morning. I usually kept a change of clothes at his place and would leave for campus from there. Staring at my roommates’ surprised faces after I’d barreled through the door, I could see they thought three weeks seemed more like a year.

“What are you doing home?” Cheyenne asked. She flipped her crazy red hair over one shoulder and cocked an eyebrow. “Shouldn’t you be in the throes of passion or whatever?”

I rolled my eyes and kept walking toward my room. “What? Just because I’m home early one morning, I haven’t been in the throes of passion? Jeez, I don’t see you and Vin together every morning.”

“Whoa! Chill. Vin and I aren’t even dating.”

“That’s because he’s a douche bag.” I pushed open the door to my room and leaned against the doorframe, waiting to see Cheyenne’s response.

Cheyenne shrugged. “Well, yeah.”

“Would the both of you shut it?” Shelby asked. “This feels like last semester all over again with you two bickering like an old married couple.”

“We do not!” I said defensively.

“She doesn’t like to give us the goods,” Cheyenne complained.

Shelby looked at Gabi for backup, but she had her nose buried in her laptop while dripping milk from her cereal onto the table.

“Gab?”

“Oh. Huh?” Gabi asked.

“Never mind,” Shelby said.

“You guys can’t sit there and act like you don’t want to know what’s going on with them.” Cheyenne threw her hand out at me.

“Actually, since she’s never home, I assume that the sex is pretty amazing,” Gabi said, looking at her computer screen.

“I never thought she’d be the one to go from proud holder of her V-card to sexpot living at her boyfriend’s house in a matter of a couple of weeks.”

I huffed at Cheyenne’s comment. “I’m still standing right here.”

I hadn’t even considered what my roommates might be saying about me while I was away. I knew that I’d made a drastic change in my life by agreeing to date Grant, but I’d thought they would be happy for me. Maybe they were, and this was their backward way of showing it.

“Anyway, I have to get ready for class.”

I disappeared into my room and changed into a purple V-neck sweater and jeans. Instead of taking the time to straighten my hair, I pulled it up into a tight ponytail at the nape of my neck. After applying some mascara and baby-pink lip gloss, I made a hasty retreat.

“You know,” Cheyenne said when I walked back into the living room.

“No, I don’t.”

“You’d think you’d be in a better mood with how often you’re getting laid.”

I slung my backpack over my shoulder. “I probably would be if you stopped badgering me about it.”

“Yeah, Cheyenne. If she wanted to tell you how big Grant’s dick was, she probably would have already,” Shelby cut in.

“Grant would probably show you before I’d tell you,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Noted,” Cheyenne said with a wink.

“Cheyenne!” Shelby cried. “You’re not going to ask Grant to show you his dick.”

“You’re right. That doesn’t sound like me at all.” Sarcasm dripped out of every word.

Laughter bubbled up out of me. I couldn’t help it. I’d been on edge all morning, and now, I was clearly losing my mind. I was sure that it all had something to do with my crazy course load and the issues with Grant. I wished I knew why Grant and I couldn’t work out our problems. When we had gotten back together on the beach, I’d thought the worst was over, but I had a feeling that the worst was yet to come.

Monday, December 15, 2014

RECORD SERIES ANNOUNCEMENT!!!

The next two books in the Record series are as follows:

STRUCK FROM THE RECORD (Record, #4) -- Clay Maxwell
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BROKEN RECORD (Record, #5) -- Savannah Maxwell
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Release dates are TBD!

<3 K

Thursday, November 6, 2014

UNTIED ANTHOLOGY COVER REVEAL!

Yayyyy!!!

I can finally release the information I've been holding on to for a couple weeks now! I'm part of an anthology with five other kickass author! We put together a collection of six of the hottest romance novels released in 2014 by some of my favorite New York Times & USA Today Bestselling Authors!

I'm so excited to have included Take Me for Granted in the anthology. This is my only book that has NEVER been on sale! So you'll be able to purchase it here with all these other amazing books at a stellar discount!

And the best thing of all?
100% of the proceeds of Untied will be benefiting the American Breast Cancer Society.


Title: Untied
Authors: E.K. Blair, Claire Contreras, K.A. Linde, Corinne Michaels, C.D. Reiss, Michelle A. Valentine
Release Date: November 17, 2014
Cover Designer: Letitia at RBA Designs
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Blurb
What do you want?

Do you want sex? Do you want love, happiness?

Or maybe you want a little suspense?

Could it be you don't know what you want? Could you be in just the right frame of mind to get mind-f*cked until you're looking at your kindle with tears in your eyes asking … What the hell just happened?

Maybe you're ready to have it all?

Good. Because you've come to the right place. 

These six best-selling authors have bound together the hottest romance novels of 2014. 

Get ready to be Untied.

100% of the proceeds benefit the American Breast Cancer Society.

BANG by E.K. Blair, New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author
They say when you take revenge against another you lose a part of your innocence. 
But I’m not innocent.
My innocence was stolen from me. Taken was the life I was supposed to have. The soul I was born with.
Until now. 
I’m ready to take back what was always meant to be mine.
But every plan has a fatal flaw. Sometimes it’s the heart.
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THE DEVIL’S CONTRACT by Claire Contreras, Bestselling Author
Features an EXCLUSIVE Bonus scene from There is No Light in Darkness only available in this anthology.
They say one wrong turn can turn your life to flip inside out, but to Amara Maloof, it was the only turn she could take. 
The choice was simple: Her or her family. The outcome... not so much. 
Thrown into a world of promiscuity and mystery, Amara finds herself stuck between her old life and a new one, where sex is a requirement and secrets can be deadly. 
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TAKE ME FOR GRANTED by K.A. Linde, USA Today Bestselling Author
Grant has never needed a chick for more than a good lay. Why would he need just one when he can have a different one every night? Until she walks into his world. Aribel has worked hard for what she wants, and does what’s expected of her. She doesn’t need anyone to get in her way. Until he opens up her world.
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BELOVED by Corinne Michaels, Bestselling Author 
Features an EXCLUSIVE Bonus Chapter only available in this anthology
Catherine Pope is done letting men into her heart just to end up alone. Then she meets Jackson Cole. She can’t easily ignore the sexy, former Navy SEAL — even though he could destroy her forever. His training never prepared him for the battle to win her heart but is he willing to fight that war? When the truths are exposed they'll have to decide if they're truly each other's beloved.
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KICK by C.D. Reiss, USA Today Bestselling Author
Features a preview of the Songs of Submission Series
Fiona Drazen, sex addict, submissive slave, celebutante, trapped in a mental ward until Dr. Elliot Chapman can help her remember why she’s there. But once she does, she might not want to go home to the Master she tried to kill.
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PHENOMENAL X by Michelle A. Valentine, New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author
The newest superstar of professional wrestling and a sheltered good girl fight the explosive chemistry building between them until one lustful night changes everything.
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Thursday, October 30, 2014

Happy Halloween: For the Record Chapter 1


Happy Halloween!


Definitely a treat this time! No tricks...just Brady Maxwell!

With only 3 weeks left before For the Record releases and in celebration of hitting 30k likes on Facebook (OMG *squee* thank you, thank you, thank you), I got permission from my publisher to post the first chapter of For the Record! This book releases November 18th, so mark your calendars or preorder: http://amzn.to/1oexgMY

Remember to go back to my Facebook page to enter for a chance to win an ARC of For the Record!
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Enjoy!
K

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For the Record
Record Series Book 3

K.A. Linde

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, organizations, places, events, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

Text copyright © 2014 K.A. Linde
All rights reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher.

Published by Montlake Romance, Seattle
www.apub.com


Chapter 1
Just the Beginning

Time stood still as Liz Dougherty stared out at the crowd of reporters visible through the backstage curtain. It was hard to believe that just a year and a half ago she had stood on the other side of the stage for the first time. Brady Maxwell had been announcing his run for Congress and she was covering the event for her paper, and now she was standing with him as he was about to announce their relationship to the world only months before her college graduation date.

His fingers laced with hers and he squeezed gently, giving her the reminder and reassurance that his presence already brought to her. Liz looked up into his handsome face, admiring the strong jawline, the confident dark brown eyes, the perfectly put together hair, and the full lips that drove her crazy. She loved this man.

“We’ll get through this,” he whispered.

“I know.” She sent him a soft smile.

We’ll get through this wasn’t exactly the comfort she had been looking for, but she knew everything will be okay was a lie. Brady didn’t make promises that he couldn’t keep, and neither of them knew if everything really would be okay.

The workers backstage gave them a wide berth as they went about their business. She and Brady had been briefed and rebriefed until Liz had gotten a headache from it all. She took it in stride, though. She knew how to address reporters, considering she was one.

To everyone else, Brady probably looked completely in control. He always was. But she knew that he was worried. Not necessarily about himself or what this would do to his career at the moment. He was more confident now that he had taken control of the situation and was handling it in the way he knew how. But his brown eyes betrayed that he was nervous about how Liz would take it.

Only time would tell what would happen, just like time was what they had needed to find their way back to each other. The only thing Liz knew for certain was that she wanted to make this work.

“Heather will introduce me. I’ll give a speech. No questions. Just a short statement, and then I’ll be back with you,” he told her in that confidently casual manner only he could manage.

“Brady, I know. Heather and Elliott have drilled it into my head,” Liz said. Brady’s press secretary and lawyer didn’t exactly see eye-to-eye with Liz on everything, but she trusted them enough to get her through one press conference. “I’m not even the one speaking. Worry about yourself.”

“Nothing to worry about. I do this every day.”

“And I’ve been on the other side dozens of times. I can handle standing backstage for one press conference.” She gave him another small smile. She didn’t need people to keep telling her what was going to happen. She was nervous enough without the reminder meant to placate her. She took a deep breath and tugged on the necklace dangling around her neck. Brady had given it to her when they had first been together, and it felt comforting to have it hanging there now. She hadn’t worn it since he had been elected to office.

“I know you can. I just want you to be prepared for the reactions,” Brady said, running his thumb up and down her hand. “People aren’t going to be kind about our situation.”

Liz sighed softly. “Do you think we could be alone for a minute?” she asked, giving him a pointed stare. Alone. Hint. Hint.

“I have to be onstage,” he reminded her.

“Soon. Heather hasn’t even made her announcement. I just need a minute.”

“I’d say I generally need more than a minute, Liz,” he said, his signature smirk crossing his face.

Liz couldn’t help but chuckle. “Maybe more than a minute. That’s a way to make the headlines. ‘Congressman Maxwell’s Affair Confirmed, Caught Having Sex in Backstage Bathroom.’”

“Don’t tempt me,” he said. His eyes were already darting around the room as he calculated how much time they had.

Liz ducked her head down and looked up at him through her thick black lashes. “Please, Brady.”

“Oh, you know how much I like when you beg.” Brady immediately started walking toward a small back room. Not a bathroom, at least. That was a relief.

There were a few people in the room crowding around a computer monitor and talking among themselves. Brady’s appearance made them jump out of their seats. “How can we help you, Congressman Maxwell?” the first guy asked.

“I require the use of this room prior to my speech.” He gave them an easy smile, but he might as well have threatened them, the way they jumped to leave. It was a bit strange to watch this side of Brady compared to the way he was with her when they were alone. He still had an air of authority that never left, but they were equals in their love. This was all power.

And she found power immensely attractive.

As soon as the door was closed and locked, Brady had her back pressed into the wall and his lips moved from her mouth to her ear down her neck. God, she couldn’t get enough of him and he was only kissing her. It was intoxicating. She had no idea how she had lived in that interminable purgatory without him.

It had been less than twenty-four hours since they had officially come out to Calleigh Hollingsworth, the reporter at the Charlotte Times who had broken the story along with Liz’s ex-boyfriend, Hayden Lane, yet they couldn’t keep their hands off of each other. Liz certainly felt as if they had a lot of time to make up for, and the way Brady’s hands were traveling down her dress made it seem he had the same idea.

Reckless or not, Liz wanted Brady . . . and she wanted him right now.

“God, baby, I missed you,” Brady groaned.

“You’ve been with me all morning,” she teased.

“Not the way I wanted.” He pulled her back from the wall and walked her toward a chair that he kicked out from under the table. His eyes were full of mischief as he started undoing his pants. “We don’t have much time.”

“You’re serious?” she asked, a bit surprised that he wanted to go through with this right here, right now. But Brady wasn’t someone to deny himself what he wanted. And there wasn’t any real danger of them getting caught. At least . . . not by a reporter, which was all that mattered.

Plus . . . she had never been good at turning him down, and her body was already aching for him.

Brady smirked at her. “Baby, I never joke about wanting you.” His loosed himself from his boxer briefs and took a seat facing her. She took a step toward him and his hands moved to the hem of her modest knee-length skirt. Pushing it up around her waist, he tugged her thong off and moved her so that she straddled him.

Her heart was already racing. It hadn’t been long since they had been together at Brady’s lake house, but already she couldn’t get enough of him. Every time she was with him it was a new unbelievable experience. Every time was better than the next. Every time reminded her that it was worth it to be with him. In the end, he was what made her happy.

Brady moved her hips so that she was hovering over him and she leaned forward so her hands rested on his shoulders. She wanted to grab onto his hair and use it for leverage, but thought that might be a dead giveaway when they left.

Her head tilted back when she felt him enter her. A moan got caught in her throat as he pushed her body the rest of the way onto his dick. “Oh, God,” she murmured.

His thumb trailed along her bottom lip and her tongue flicked out and licked it. Fire lit up his eyes. He shifted his pelvis up and she groaned again. His hand covered her mouth. “Not a word, baby.”

And he then proceeded to make that practically impossible. He gripped her hips in his hands and started moving her up and down on him. The quick, rough rhythm he started coupled with the uncertainty of how long they had before someone came looking for them pushed her to the edge. She bit down on her lip hard to keep back the moans and screams that she wanted to let loose. As Brady hit the right spot over and over again, she couldn’t hold back anymore, and so she covered her mouth with his.

Their lips moved in time. It was a frenzy of heated bodies and scorching kisses and passion that nothing else rivaled. Liz felt her climax hit and she gasped against his lips as she throbbed with pleasure. Brady finished after her and they sat there for a minute, reveling in their stolen moment.

And then they heard the knock at the door.

Liz scrambled backward off of him and lunged for her underwear. Brady stood casually, adjusted himself, and righted his suit. He didn’t look like anything had happened at all, aside from the lazy smile that crossed his face. As she rushed to put her underwear back on, Brady snatched them out of her hand and stuffed them into his pocket.

“What are you doing?” she hissed.

“Go without them.”

“Brady,” she groaned.

“I want to be onstage imagining you ready and waiting for me again.”

“You’re going to get yourself all turned on while onstage,” she pointed out, snaking her hand down his arm and trying to get to his pocket.

He yanked her close again. “It’s worth it.”

She stared up at him intently. Blue meeting brown with an unparalleled intensity. “You’re worth this,” she whispered.

Worth coming out about their relationship. Worth dealing with the reporters. Worth giving up her privacy. He was worth everything. A soft smile crossed his lips as he seemed to understand what exactly she was saying and then he dropped a sensual kiss on her lips.

A promise. He’d make sure she was right.

“Brady!” they heard Heather call from the other side of the wall.

He smirked at Liz before unlocking and opening the door. “Heather, we were just coming to see you,” he said casually.

“Brady,” she groaned, shaking her head. She assessed him top to bottom. “You can’t do this already. You’re going to drive me bat shit crazy.”

“This is different than normal?” he joked.

Her voice lowered and she glared at both of them. “I don’t even want to know what was going on in here. I can only imagine. Can’t you at least wait until we get back . . . or something?”

“Don’t know what you mean, Heather,” Brady said, crossing his arms. “Don’t I have a speech to give?” He grabbed Liz’s hand and started walking out of the back room.

Heather dropped in easily at his side and started going over the speech as if nothing had happened. Liz suspected that meant they would be getting shit later for going off like that. Checking out her cell phone, she realized they had been cutting it close. She dropped her phone back into her purse, and her eyes darted around the room for a bathroom.

But Heather grabbed Liz’s attention again. “Please stand right here and do not move again.”

“I’m not a child, Heather,” Liz snapped.

“Then perhaps you should take this more seriously,” she snapped right back. “You’re a liability, and sneaking off and doing . . . whatever you were doing is not helping anything.”

“Heather,” Brady said his voice dangerously low.

Heather straightened considerably and seemed to realize that Brady was right there. Oh, this was going to be fun.

“Just getting everything in order,” she said coolly. Yeah, Heather was not happy. She was probably worried that her perfect candidate was now involved in a scandal with a college political reporter who had written negative articles about him. Not to mention that she and Brady had been caught and their names smeared across the front headline of newspapers all weekend.

Heather’s job was partly damage control. And Liz was the damage. Liz understood why Heather would act like this, but it didn’t mean she had to stand for it. Heather took one last look at Liz before walking over to Elliott.

“She’s such a bitch,” Liz grumbled.

“She means well, but yeah . . . it’s kind of her job,” Brady said. “She just has to get used to us being together. I think she thinks this is a ploy.”

“If she thinks that, then others will too.”

“I intend to quell those responses before they get off the ground. You’re here to stay.”

His voice was so commanding that Liz had no room to doubt him. He didn’t have to keep her around. After she had left him at his primary victory to ensure that he won election, she had spent the next year with Hayden. She had never gotten over Brady, and their time apart had been sprinkled with sexually charged meetings and soul-crushing departures. The fact that they were here at all was a testament to their dedication to each other.

A minute later, Heather walked primly out onstage. She was tall, blond, and beautiful, with self-assurance that skyrocketed when she was onstage. Liz remembered being jealous of her trim figure. Not that Liz was big, but she was a bit more athletically built, with a large chest.

“Thank you so much for attending this last-minute press conference,” Heather trilled. “I’m Heather Ferrington, Representative Maxwell’s press secretary. No questions will follow the congressman’s announcement.”

The crowd erupted into outrage. Liz didn’t really blame them. She was sure Brady was going to get bombarded whether he wanted questions or not. That’s what she would have done. Liz had suggested that Brady take a few questions to keep the reporters from revolting, but Heather would hear none of it. She wanted to control the message that got out. Apparently it was bad enough that Liz had already spoken to Calleigh, when confronted about being the elusive Sandy Carmichael.

Heather sent them a scathing look. “No questions,” she repeated. “The Congressman will be out in a minute. Thank you for your patience.”

She walked back toward Liz and Brady stiffly. Liz was glad that she wasn’t the one dealing with the brunt of that backlash right now. Though . . . she knew she would have to eventually.

Heather blew out a slow breath when she got back to Brady. “Just stick to the script.” He nodded. His face grim for a second before returning to the neutral campaign mask Liz was used to seeing on his face. “And, Brady . . . , good luck.”

He gripped her arm softly. They had been working together since his career began and had a bond that came with spending an exorbitant amount of time with each other. After he dropped his hand, he turned back to face Liz. No one could see them backstage, but it still sent a nervous thrill through her system when his eyes were set solely on her.

“Still worth it?” he asked.

Liz nodded. “Always will be.”

Brady leaned down and kissed her once more tenderly on the lips. Then he was striding across the small stage and to the podium as if he owned it. And he did. He always did. Brady was more comfortable on a stage in front of a crowd of rabid reporters foaming at the mouth than most people were in their daily lives. He kept that confident smile plastered on his face, swagger in his step, and gave off the air of a born-and-bred politician.

He adjusted the blue tie at his neck. It was his unspoken cue that he was ready to begin. Liz held her breath, and silence lingered heavily in the room as reporters leaned forward, anxious for what was to come.

“Thank you all for being here on such short notice. I’m sure you’re curious about the recent allegations against my character. And I’m here today to set the record straight.” Brady paused, and Liz watched all the hungry expressions on the reporters’ faces. “Politicians in the public eye are frequently held to a higher standard. We’re expected to be impenetrable. We’re expected to be superhuman. Every fault, every stumble, every hurdle we have to cross is open and accessible to the public. It is the life we chose, I chose, when I was sworn into office. It is a life I would trade for nothing, because it gives me the opportunity to work for the people I care about, to work for the citizens of this great nation.”

Brady, easing into his speech, now smiled charismatically. Liz hadn’t realized the knot of nerves that had gnarled up between them was so intense until it started to unravel.

“As you can imagine that life, this life, comes with limitations. And limitations are the last things politicians tend to talk about. But after the news that hit headlines this weekend, I feel as if it is my place to address one of these limitations. One of these, well, to be frank, ladies and gentlemen, have you ever considered how difficult it must be to date while helping to run the country?”

Brady leveled an amused look at them. The crowd chuckled at his statement, feeding into his speech. Good.

“An article ran in the Charlotte Times newspaper on Friday claiming that I had an affair with a university reporter, Sandy Carmichael, who I have since confirmed is Liz Dougherty. As a bachelor, I find it hard to reconcile myself with the word affair. While what happened between Ms. Dougherty and myself was kept from the public, it hardly constitutes an affair. It was my attempt to keep one aspect of my life private. I still strongly believe that what happened between us should remain between us, but I also understand the delicate position I find myself in. I did not come out about my relationship with Ms. Dougherty for any other reason than privacy concerns.”

Liz sucked in the air she hadn’t realized she had been without. That was the hardest part . . . hearing him discuss privacy as if they would ever be afforded it again.

“Privacy issues seem no longer to be a concern, though, and the very last thing I would want to see happen is for Ms. Dougherty’s name to be smeared for being associated with me. After speaking with Ms. Dougherty,” Brady said, his eyes darting to Liz briefly, “we have agreed that it no longer makes sense to hide our relationship. The article was only false in that it did not address the fact that Liz Dougherty and I are currently together.”

Oh God . . . it was really happening. Liz felt tears well in her eyes. She had been the one to confess to Calleigh about their relationship, but hearing Brady say it to a room of reporters somehow made it all seem so much more real.

“It might have begun in secret, but from this day forward, we would like to make it clear that is no longer the case. Thank you so much for your time. I look forward to seeing many of you again.”
Brady gave the reporters a warm smile and a curt nod before turning to go. And then the room exploded. Reporters pushed forward against the small stage, demanding to ask questions.

“But what of the age discrepancy?”

“What will your opponents think of the negative articles she wrote about you, Congressman Maxwell?”

“Representative Maxwell, just one question!”

“Congressman, can you comment on the use of a fake name to hide Ms. Dougherty’s identity?”

“What else are you hiding?”

“Is this all a stunt from the campaign to cover up your sexual exploits?”

And on and on.

Liz had been expecting it. Even if Heather hadn’t prepared her for the onslaught of questions, she would have guessed this would happen. She had been preparing long enough to be a reporter that she knew firsthand what that was like. She even knew which questions she would have asked. But none of that made it any easier. Her stomach flipped and she felt queasy as the reporters added insult to injury.

She turned away and tried to tune out the madness. She breathed in and out slowly and imagined herself back at Brady’s lake house in the peace and quiet. The only thing they’d had was each other’s company.

Brady wrapped an arm around her waist when he reached backstage and started walking her away from the stage without a word. He was trying to protect her. This was just the beginning, and he knew it as much as she did.

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

TAKE ME WITH YOU COVER REVEAL

Take Me With You (Take Me, #2)
By: K.A. Linde
Coming January 27, 2015

iBooks Preorder: http://bit.ly/1DURJ3r

Blurb:

Grant
All of my demons are coming to head.
I thought Ari could push them back.
I thought I could conquer my vices with her at my side.

I thought wrong.

Aribel
Fear is my new constant.
I thought I could conceal it, contain it, control it.
I thought that now that I had Grant the worst was over.

I thought wrong.

But if we’re going to survive, wherever you go…take me with you.

Cover Designed by Najla Qamber Designs



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Excerpt:

I’d never given much thought to falling in love.

For someone like me, it seemed an impossibility. Why dwell on something that would never happen? I had no interest in chicks for more than what they could give me in one night. Fuck ‘em and then show ‘em the door.

There were always clinger groupies, who claimed to love me. But they loved what I could offer them. Sex. A one-night stand. A story to tell their friends about how they slept with a rocker. With Grant McDermott.

I was a name.

A symbol.

Nothing more.

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

SIGNED BOOKS!

Do you want signed books?

Unfortunately this year I've had to cancel both Penned Con and Las Vegas due to family, wedding, writing stresses, etc. I hateeeee canceling so much. It makes me feel like I've let you guys down.

So I tried to come up with a solution. For a limited time I'm allowing you to send me any paperbacks you have of my books with a self addressed envelope. I'll sign them and send them back to you!

Right now I'm not selling signed paperbacks on my website but if that changes I'll let you know.

Ship books to this address:

KA Linde
PO Box 81566
575 Olympic Dr
Athens, GA 30608


I hope that I can meet you all sometime next year!

Best,
K
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