Wednesday, June 4, 2014

A LITTLE BIT OF GRAYSON WALSH AND A THANK YOU!!!!


Hi everyone! *waves* I hope you all are well.

I'm writing this blog post today because Against All Odds has been out two months. 

YAY!!!!

And I want to share something with you to celebrate. As you know I'm in the midst of writing Grayson's book. I'm taking my time. I want to give you guys something good. I don't want to rush his story. In the meantime, here is a little scene I jotted out. This is how Kylie got her nickname - Sweet cheeks.  

ALSO

I really want to say THANK YOU to those who took the time out to read my debut. You guys made me feel so loved. There are a ton of books out there and the idea that you took time to read mine means the world to me. 

SO THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU. 

Now for a little Grayson Walsh ❤

Enjoy
 Ang ❤ xoxo


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GRAYSON –  KYLIE'S NICKNAME


“What are you doing?” I ask, walking into Kylie's kitchen.

“Me?”

I nod with a smile.

Her gaze shifts to the gigantic bowl in front of her, and a heavy blush stains her beautiful cheeks. “Umm... I'm eating ice cream.”

I lean against the wall, my brows raised. “That's a lot of ice cream for a little thing like yourself.”

Her eyes shuffle between mine and the bowl, and she lets out a small laugh. The sound’s like music to my ears. She never laughs or smiles anymore. Everything's been a struggle for her lately. Life keeps knocking her down, and she's barely getting back up.

“I can pack it in, little or not. I love sugar and sweet treats,” she says.

“What do you have in there?” I ask, curiosity in my voice as I move toward her.

Her cheeks turn pinker, the rosy color dancing down her porcelain skin. “Oh, just toppings and stuff.” Her eyes move to the hand holding her spoon.

I laugh. She's embarrassed. It's so fucking cute.

“What kinds of toppings, Ky?”

She bites her plump bottom lip. My body warms as I look at her, admiring just how beautiful she is.

“Hot fudge, nuts, and marshmallows. I added a couple M&Ms, some warm brownie bites, gummy bears, and topped it with whipped cream.”

By the time she's done listing what she's eating, her face is as red as a beet. My dick hardens when I think of that flush running down the length of her body.

“I just came up with a nickname for you,” I murmur. I’m captivated by this woman.

“For me?” Her nose scrunches as a small smile splashes across her mouth.

“Yeah,” I whisper, an unknown emotion clogging my throat.

Her breathing picks up. We just stare at each other, and I feel something very new tossing around inside me. Her face becomes unreadable, but I can tell she's affected by me in some way.

“What nickname?” she asks, a timid, husky sweep to her voice.

“Sweet cheeks.”

Her forehead pinches.

“Sweet, because you're filled with goodness—and apparently pure white sugar.” I smirk, making her cheeks redden some more. I’m entranced when she swallows, and a grin that’s so genuine and real spreads across her face, it stops my fucking heart. She's magnificent. “And Cheeks, because your cheeks turn this beautiful color when you're embarrassed. It's breathtaking.”

Her mouth drops into a beautiful O. My body twitches to grab her and bring her in close. It's unnerving. She’s Cooper's wife, but damn, she's stunning. What the fuck is happening to me?

She glances at the bowl in front of her, lets out a long breath, and looks back at me with unease in her eyes. My gut clenches.

I hate that look.

I clear my throat, desperate to soothe the flicker of apprehension now bathing her features. “Is there any left for me?”

“But you don't eat ice cream,” she says, confusion in her tone.

I nod with a teasing grin, trying to bring that smile back to her face. “True, but I did a double workout today. I can fit in a little sugary goodness for my sweet cheeks.”

She giggles and moves a piece of hair from in front of her eyes to behind her ear. “Okay, grab a spoon, and you can help eat mine. I guess it is a lot of ice cream for one person.”

I chuckle. Fuck... she's the sweetest thing.

Definitely my sweet cheeks.

I nestle close to her and grab a spoon, ready to eat something I know I'll pay for in the gym tomorrow. But if it brings a smile or a laugh to this intoxicating woman, then bring on the shitty food. I’d do anything for her. 


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Thursday, March 20, 2014

AGAINST ALL ODDS TEASER, TEASER, TEASER AND GIVEAWAY




SYNOPSIS:

Our lives shattered... Our hearts broken... Our souls torn to pieces...

He was my world, my whole life. My reason for breathing. I had a perfect marriage, a baby on the way, and I felt fulfilled—almost invincible. 

Until the day life hit, leaving me broken, vulnerable, and alone.

She was my life. My ray of hope on the cloudiest day. With her, I thought I had the ultimate safety. A love that would never hurt or betray me. I gave her my heart, my body, and my soul. 

Until she broke me, destroying every dream and illusion I had about life, love, and marriage.

In our grief, we made a mistake. A mistake I'm not sure we can come back from.


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Our fingers lace together, and he tugs me close. My chest is crushed to his, and his face brushes the side of mine. I feel his hot breath in my ear, sending a trail of goose bumps cascading down my body. Damn, he feels good. Warm, hard, and lean.

“Tell me something,” he whispers. My pulse spikes as I try to push back, aware that Cooper could see this, but he doesn’t let me go. “How do you want to be fucked? I can take you hard and fast, or slow. Are you wild, Kylie? Because that mouth of yours has me so hard, I can’t wait to shove my cock in it. I want you. So fucking badly.” He presses his dick against my stomach. “That’s what you’ve done to me with your naughty voice and attitude. I just hope you’re as good as you give, sweetheart.”

I’m breathless. I lick my lips, swallowing hard. “You can have me anyway you want.”

He stills, and the air around us, already charged, turns wicked. He pulls back, and his face is so hot, I melt. I dissolve into a pool of lust as I stare into his hungry eyes.

He plants a soft kiss on the corner of my lips. “How did I get this lucky tonight?”



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Thursday, March 6, 2014

AGAINST ALL ODDS BY ANGIE MCKEON - COVER REVEAL, BLURB, PROLOGUE AND GIVEAWAY

Hi everyone, 

I'm so excited that my first blog post is my cover reveal. Ahhhh, it's so exciting and scary at the same time. This book means so much to me and I can't wait to share it with you. So without waiting a second longer here is the gorgeous cover done by the amazing Regina at Mae I design. 

Title: Against All Odds (Standalone)
Author: Angie McKeon
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
Release Date: Early April, 2014




BLURB:



Our lives shattered... Our hearts broken... Our souls torn to pieces...

He was my world, my whole life. My reason for breathing. I had a perfect marriage, a baby on the way, and I felt fulfilled—almost invincible. 

Until the day life hit, leaving me broken, vulnerable, and alone.

She was my life. My ray of hope on the cloudiest day. With her, I thought I had the ultimate safety. A love that would never hurt or betray me. I gave her my heart, my body, and my soul. 

Until she broke me, destroying every dream and illusion I had about life, love, and marriage.

In our grief, we made a mistake. A mistake I'm not sure we can come back from.


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 AGAINST ALL ODDS - PROLOGUE

I’m so cold. It’s the kind of cold that seeps into my bones and makes me feel as though I’m going to die. My body trembles from the drugs and sheer terror coursing through my veins.

Why is this happening to me?

What did I do to deserve this?

Please, God! I can’t handle it.

I open my mouth to scream, to cry, to do something, but nothing comes out. I’m aware of doctors and nurses surrounding me. They’ve placed Kayla on my chest. She’s still warm from being pulled from my body, but she's not moving.

She’s lying there . . . lifeless.

I’m in a state of disbelief as tears slide down my face. My world shatters when I look at my precious baby girl. She's everything I’ve always wanted, always dreamed of.

Slowly, I run my fingers over her delicate lips; they’re so soft and small. An instant reminder of Cooper’s lips. He doesn’t have full and luscious lips like mine but small ones that almost disappear when he smiles. As I run the tips of my fingers across her puffy cheeks and closed eyes, I try to memorize every last detail of her dainty face. She’s so beautiful it takes my breath away. Her hair reminds me of caramel; it’s light brown and silky to the touch. It looks like mine did when I was a baby. Her face is peaceful, and for a single moment, I’m so thankful she’s not in pain.

Looking at my little girl is a moment I’ve always dreamed of. I love her instantly, and I want to hold her forever. To breathe her into me. To never let her go. The realization that I’ll never hold my precious baby again sinks in, and I feel my stomach clench as pain rips through me. I’ll never get to see her smile, laugh, roll over, or take her first steps. I’ll miss it all.

How do I move past this?

Can I move past this?

As grief consumes me, my sobs become brutal. I feel as though I’m dying. Like my heart is burning up and turning to ash. I’ll never ever be whole again.

I pick her up and cradle her against my body, wanting to feel her skin against mine. She feels warm—soft and smooth, like velvet. As I curl my arms around her, my tears drip onto her perfect head. I feel an overwhelming urge to fix this, to bring her back. I don’t want to lose my sweet baby. Everything in my body, my soul is screaming to bring her back.

Desperately looking up at Cooper’s green eyes, I will him to fix this, to make it better and help me. Help her. He’s always been my rock, my glue, the person who makes everything better. But all I see in his eyes is sadness, desperation, and helplessness that I know is killing him as much as it is me. He rubs his big, shaking hand gently over her tiny head. He looks as though he’s being tortured. Sobs rip through his body as he wraps his arms around me and our precious bundle while climbing into bed with us. I feel myself collapse against his chest as we sob over our loss.

There’s nothing we can do.

This is the end of a shattered dream.

Our spirits are slowly dying, and I’m not sure we’ll ever be able to heal.


All rights reserved. Against All Odds © 2014 Copyright, Angie McKeon.




AUTHOR INFO:


A multi-tasker from birth—and now proudly able to add 'writer' to my resume—I'm a mother, wife and blogger. I love to read, write and drink copious amounts of iced coffee. 

All three aforementioned addictions are detrimental to my sanity. 

I have a voracious appetite for dark, painful and twisted reads. I'm enamored with the concept of love and heart break. I believe life is a journey, a tale in its own for each of us. The road to happiness is sometimes paved with stones from hell, or glitters of satisfaction graced from the heavens above. 

In my upcoming debut novel, 'Against All Odds,' I strive to make you feel. I believe any emotion—whether painful or happy—is good. To me, the key to living is to go through life feeling it’s ups and downs. Love is dark and it can be painful but, at the end of the day, it can save the most lost of souls and the most broken of hearts.

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