BOOK & AUTHOR INFO:
Feel by Karen-Anne Stewart
Publication date: December 2014
Genres: New Adult, Paranormal Romance
Publication date: December 2014
Genres: New Adult, Paranormal Romance
Synopsis:
The one whose emotions I can’t feel is the one who makes me feel the most.
I was a sensitive, at least that’s what I was told by the boy who saved me from the overwhelming emotions that consumed my soul, the boy who saved me from myself when my gift became stronger. Through the years, he was my redemption, my reason to take my next breath…then, he was gone.
Jensen always told me I was strong, but I didn’t believe him until I was forced to be strong on my own, and I kept breathing without him. I’ve taken 42 million breaths since the moment he sent me away. Now, four years later, he’s standing in front of me, and I can barely breathe.
This isn’t just a story about the abilities I possess; it’s a story about something much stronger…the love of the man who possesses every part of me.
***Disclaimer – Feel is intended for readers 18+ due to strong language, mature scenes, and some violence.
I was a sensitive, at least that’s what I was told by the boy who saved me from the overwhelming emotions that consumed my soul, the boy who saved me from myself when my gift became stronger. Through the years, he was my redemption, my reason to take my next breath…then, he was gone.
Jensen always told me I was strong, but I didn’t believe him until I was forced to be strong on my own, and I kept breathing without him. I’ve taken 42 million breaths since the moment he sent me away. Now, four years later, he’s standing in front of me, and I can barely breathe.
This isn’t just a story about the abilities I possess; it’s a story about something much stronger…the love of the man who possesses every part of me.
***Disclaimer – Feel is intended for readers 18+ due to strong language, mature scenes, and some violence.
Excerpt:
I
place my hand over his, leaning my cheek against the warmth of his touch before
backing away so I can see him. I’m insane for falling for him again, but
it seems my heart isn’t giving me a choice at the moment, ignoring how the rest
of me is scared as hell it will never survive if he breaks it this time.
“I don’t want you to hurt,” I whisper. I don’t.
“Then, please stop fighting what we are together and get your stubborn ass over
here so I can kiss you like I haven’t seen your pretty face in four long
fucking years.”
I take one step towards him and that’s all he needs to wrap me in his arms,
pulling me against his chest to close the rest of the distance between us as
his hungry mouth collides against mine. His teeth nip the fullness of my
bottom lip then his tongue caresses and strokes the sensitive, tingling
skin. All strength in my body is stolen by the liberating dominance in
his kiss, bruising and healing wrapped in one breathtaking seduction. My
knees no longer work, but the rest of my body becomes alive, responding to his
touch, awakening me from the emptiness I’ve lived in for so long. This is
what I’ve craved. What I’ve missed. His taste, scent, and touch
have haunted me, and I breathe them all in deeply now, terrified they will be
gone again.
His fingers slide against my neck before softly tangling my hair in his
fist. My head spins at his gentle touch mixed with his rough, passionate
kiss. My lips part, granting his tongue all the access it wants, and he
takes it greedily, sliding his tongue against mine, taming and setting me
free. His kiss is scorching, searing me as liquid heat pulses low in my
stomach. I feel the damp cotton pressing against where I need him to be so
badly right now. Soft whimpers rumble up my throat, the needy pants muffled
against his hot mouth. Jensen’s hand pulls me flush to his body and I feel him,
hardened and throbbing, against my stomach. My gasp fills the air.
I twist my waist, straddling myself against the muscles on his thigh.
Excerpt:
Her
dark eyes are clouded with doubt as she searches me, needing me to tell her
what I see, needing me to be her strength right now after she’s been strong on
her own for far too long, and just needing me. I want to rip
the hearts out of everyone who has hurt her, but I tame the rage so I can give
her everything she needs of me right now. “The second I met you I knew
that you were special and I don’t mean just because of your gift. There’s
this wild gentleness buried inside of you that is rare. You fight for
what you believe, never backing down, even when you felt all the pain, all of
the shit from everyone fighting to restrain you. You didn’t give a damn
what you lost of yourself and did what you felt was right, what needed to be
done. There aren’t many people like you left, Saige. You said I was
your hero, well, I’m not the hero here. You are.
“I’m
sorry,” she blurts, rubbing her hands down her tear stained cheeks.
“For what?” I ask, using my thumbs to help her dry her tears.
“I don’t know,” she answers. “For punching your friend, for being
stupid, for everything.”
“That’s a helluva lot to be sorry for.” My lips curve into a smile and
another tear slides down her cheek, leaving a hot, wet trail that I trace with
my finger.
“I’m
also sorry for how I’ve treated you since we met again.”
“You
thought I sent you to a nut house. Don’t sweat it,” I tease, trying
to cheer her up.
“So
that excuses my being a total bitch to you?” Her eyes are red and puffy when
she stops rubbing them and gives me a lopsided smile, looking so damn
beautiful.
“No,
it explains why you’ve been a total bitch,” I grin, giving her
a wicked wink, “but I have a whole other slew of ideas of how you can make up
to me for your bitchiness.”
She
laughs, the sound soft yet strong, and so fucking seducing, the sweet lull
rumbles through her throat like an aphrodisiac. After what she said
about Wes, I can’t be like him. She deserves to know she’s
loved before she gives herself to me. After all she’s been through,
I won’t risk the chance that she’ll get scared I’ll leave her like he
did. There will be no doubt about how much I love her when we make love
for the first time; I’ll make damn sure of that.
AUTHOR BIO:
Karen-Anne Stewart has always adored reading and has now fallen in love with writing. Her written works are The Rain Trilogy: Saving Rain, Healing Rain, and After the Rain. Her debut novel, Saving Rain: The First Novel in The Rain Trilogy, was a nominee for the Book Junkie’s Choice Awards and is a nominee for the 2013 RONE Awards.
When Karen-Anne isn’t writing, she enjoys spending time with her family and friends, hiking, and visiting new places. She fuels her addiction of creating new stories by her only other addiction, caffeine, and listening to a myriad of musical genres. Tucked away near the Blue Ridge Mountains, Karen-Anne lives with her husband, daughter, two dogs, and their cat. She plans on writing new adult romance as long as her fingers maintain dexterity.
When Karen-Anne isn’t writing, she enjoys spending time with her family and friends, hiking, and visiting new places. She fuels her addiction of creating new stories by her only other addiction, caffeine, and listening to a myriad of musical genres. Tucked away near the Blue Ridge Mountains, Karen-Anne lives with her husband, daughter, two dogs, and their cat. She plans on writing new adult romance as long as her fingers maintain dexterity.
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