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Friday, September 5, 2014

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Blog Tour: Forever Kinda Love - Excerpt + Giveaway

Title: Forever Kinda Love
Author: Clara Stone, Priya Kanaparti
Links: Amazon | Barnes & Noble | iTunes | Kobo | Signed (US Only)

**Mature Content Warning** 17+ for language and sexual content.

Life’s. Little. Surprises.

The last thing seven-year-old Carrigan "Ace" Casper foresaw was an eight-year-old Heath Lovelly walking into her life the day her mother died. From that moment on, Heath sticks by her side, slowly becoming her strength, her confidant, and her entire world. What she doesn’t know is, she's his saving grace, too.

Ten years later, Ace is handed another crippling challenge that threatens everything in her almost perfect life. Only, this time, she doesn't turn to Heath, hiding the truth instead. But Heath knows Ace too well and won't back down easily. He's ready to do whatever it takes and will stay by her side until she accepts that their love is the kinda love worth fighting for.

Will he be her forever triumph or her unexpected downfall?

Two lives.

One story.

And an unexpected journey to falling in love.

Excerpt:
     “What are you doing here at . . .” She yawns and looks at the Hello Kitty clock on her nightstand—I’d given her that for her ninth birthday. “Three eighteen in the middle of the night?”
     “I wanted to talk to you,” I respond coolly.
     She falls back on her bed and the robe parts a little where her tank has risen, making her belly button peek. “And this couldn’t wait . . .” She yawns again, covering her mouth with her hand this time. “Until tomorrow?”
     Yeah, maybe. But I’d also wanted to see her and make her understand I’d only wanted to protect her. I don’t like that she’s pissed at me for doing what I promised all those years ago.
     She pushes up on her elbows and narrows her eyes. “Well?” she says. “Can I crash here tonight?” That gets her attention. She rolls off the bed and is standing before me in two seconds, all traces of sleep gone. Her eyes dart from one side of my face to the other, studying me. I look back at her, staring into her beautiful grays. Her lips part and she looks scared.
     “What’s wrong? Heath, did something happen? D-did something happen at home?”    
     There have been times when I’ve come to Ace to escape the OCD controlling of my father. I have to be the best at everything. Best in school, best in sports, best in shape, hell, I even have to have the best- looking girlfriend. Sometimes, it’s just overwhelming to be around him, like I’ve been buried alive. But Ace is always there to help me get back to the happy side of my world.
     “No, no. It’s nothing like that.” I reach over to press her blonde hair between my fingers—soft and smooth. I have the urge to rub my nose into it. “I’m just—”
     “Drunk! Heath, are you drunk?” she says, her voice laced with anger. “Did you drive here?” She walks back to the window and peers out— probably to find my car.
     I shake my head.
     “I don’t see your Jeep.” She pushes away from the window and pivots, her hands on her hips.
     I really want a hug. “I swear to God, Heath.” Her finger waggles in front of her body, and I fight back a giggle.
     “If you—”
     “No.” I cut her off and grab her finger, staring at it. It’s mesmerizing.
     Her nails are painted blue and white—our school colors.      Her shoulders slump in relief. “How did you get here, then?” she says, shrugging out of my grip. She walks to her tiny dresser and rummages through the top drawer. I follow behind like a lost puppy, my footing a little tipsy. “Designated driver,” I say simply.
     She scoops up a hair tie and pulls her hair through it. “So, what do you want to talk about?”
     She brushes the remaining hair off her face. That’s another thing I love about Ace. She doesn’t care if she has morning breath, or if she isn’t wearing makeup. She’s confident in her looks and doesn’t give a damn what anyone thinks. Especially around me.
     “You know I’d do anything to protect you,” I say, sighing heavily. “That I can’t stand it when you’re pissed at me.”
     I take a step toward her and falter. She reaches forward and grabs a hold of my arm, securing her other one around my waist.
     I wrap my arms around her and kiss her forehead. “You’re my best friend, Smalls.” I push back, putting just the right amount of space between us so I can study her face. “My only best friend. So, can you just tell me what I need to do to make you un-pissed at me?”
     She pulls her bottom lip into her mouth and blinks twice. “What are you talking about?”
     “What am I talking about?” I glare at her with a you’ve-gotta-be kidding-stare. Letting go of her, I thrust my fingers into my hair and exhale a deep breath. Was I just being paranoid?

Author Bio

Clara Stone lives in the beautiful city of Boise, ID.  Unlike what most believe about Idaho, it’s more than a sack full of potatoes. When she’s not writing, you’ll catch Clara reading YA and NA books, mostly romance, and enjoying time with her family. She is a proud CW TV addict.

She also writes YA paranormal romance under the name Priya Kanaparti. She is published through Reuts Publications.

Author Links:
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