Hello my lovely readers! I am thrilled to help spread the word about my dear friend and talented writer, L.T. Kelly’s newest release! Kissing Katie gives you a fun glimpse into the high energy rockstar world and the land of delicious accents and the men who use them in the UK!(David Gandy-need I say more? Didn’t think so!)
So check out Kissing Katie and L.T.! You’ll enjoy the ride and want another!
Iraq war widow Katie Simmons hasn’t considered giving love another chance since the devastating loss of her husband. She’s happy sharing her love with her six-year-old daughter, Jessica. What more could she want from life?
Evan Waters is headed for the big time. He’s plowing his time, money and energy into recording Spires’ debut album. Following on in his British rock legend father’s footsteps, he has big shoes to fill, a mission made more difficult by his alcoholic mother.
When Katie and Evan meet on the London Underground, she denies his advances. Evan must find a way to demolish the walls she’s built around her heart. But even if he’s successful, will he be able to provide her with the commitment she deserves and still fulfill his ambitions?
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On romance novels with L.T. Kelly…
A friend of my sister offered to beta read Kissing Cassie. That was the first Kissing Novel published by Resplendence. She and my sister were really good friends and she began to discuss her failed relationships with me. She told me undoubtedly that romance novels had been her downfall throughout life. I instantly knew what she meant without having to question her further. Not only are the books to blame, but the movies are too. My particular downfalls began with Dirty Dancing, An Officer And A Gentleman, and Top Gun. There’s rarely a night out I don’t imagine a taller version of Tom Cruise following me to the ladies room and I suggest we do it right there on the counter…only we do? That’s all after the heart-warming rendition of You’ve Lost That Loving Feeling. I go to a hotel room to find the stunning, shirtless Patrick Swayze wanting to dirty dance with me. You can’t even imagine the following weeks when the greyer, but sexy Richard Gere, carries me from my workplace with everyone cheering except my disgruntled bosses who wonder who will take my place.
We then move to literature. Mr. Grey is spanking me because I’ve been naughty. Marc Darcy is emerging from a lake looking all sexy in his white shirt plastered to his broad, manly chest. MK Meredith’s, Roque, in Malibu Secrets is being a sexy alpha male, and moistening the panties. My own Marc, Geo, Bartholomew, Jared, and Evan have their own set of panty wetting qualities.
None of these men are different. They blend and they’re all the perfect suitor in there own perfect/imperfect way. We imagine fictional characters in our own special mind’s eye. That’s the true quality of reading instead of watching movies: You, as the reader, can explore your imagination and use it to the fullest to picture the scene and become lost in the moment, only to find yourself bereft when you reach the epic happily ever after.
The problem with all the movies and the books is that they only provide the best part of the picture. The beautiful bits of the relationship are all captured and eternalized on the page. The authors, if they’ve done their job, will have your heart aching and your body longing to receive the type of love pressed into the pages. They’ll have you glancing at your significant other, who may be picking his nose whilst glaring at the TV and wonder if you’ve made a mistake. It might only last for a split second before you remember it’s not real (come on, admit that happened at least once!)
I’ve learnt how to combat these insane obsessions with fictional characters. Most novels detail the beginning of the relationship where the sex is hot and plentiful. The romantic dinners in picturesque places are regular. The characters are putting their best foot forward in all respects, aside from what the conflict of the story may be.
Here’s my secret… I flip the scene forward four or five years. Of course they’re still together! **scoff** Otherwise what would have been the point of the story? They’ve been married a good few years now and they recently had a baby. The heroine loves her baby unconditionally; however, she’s down about the little baby weight she’s carrying. She’s finding it hard to adapt to the sleepless nights and the endless cycle of feeding and laundry. Even when she attempts to make an effort with her appearance she winds up with the inevitable upchuck on the shoulder of her dress.
Home comes the hero after a hard day. His beautiful wife has taken to talking in a strange baby language which doesn’t have quite the same effect as the alluring dirty talk she used to whisper in his ear upon his arrival home. He’s taken to accepting the snatched moments of affection and love-making rarely offered when his child is sleeping; even then it’s a race to the finish because she’s exhausted and the bedroom has evolved into a place to sleep rather than the love shack it once was.
At the end of each romantic novel that rocked you to your core and made you question everything you thought you knew about love, follow the above steps. Throw yourself painstakingly back to reality and love the book for what it was. Trust me, ladies, you’ll thank me for it… <3
About the author:
L.T. Kelly lives in rural Lincolnshire with her husband, two children and a mentally unstable Cockapoo named Mylo. She enjoyed a successful eleven-year career in the Royal Air Force which put plenty of stories in her writing cap.
L.T. now divides her time between writing, being a wife, mother and an Emergency Medical Dispatcher for the ambulance service.
It’s the writing that keeps her sane.
Connect with L.T. Kelly:
Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/authorltkelly/