We're celebrating the release of THE REAL by Kate Stewart!
Contemporary Romance
Stand Alone
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Book Description:
They say it happens when you least expect it.
It did for me.
It started the moment I saw the simple message pop up on my computer screen:
Cameron’s Mac: Hi.
And when I met the eyes of the gorgeous man messaging me from across the coffee shop, I never thought my reply would lead to the most intense, sexual, and passionate relationship of my life.
We both agreed to check our bags at the door and put our future hopes and aspirations on the table.
It worked.
I fell in love with his no holds barred attitude, sexy smirk, and undeniably good heart . . . and for a while we forgot about our baggage. We happily tripped over it to get to the other, neither of us willing to show the contents of our pasts in the off chance it could ruin us.
We built our love on a foundation of gray.
It was life in black and white that threatened to tear us apart.
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Our Review:
Reviewed by Donna ~ 5 stars
***ARC received for an honest review***
“Just so you know, you and me, we
are absolute.”
I feel like I have been on an epic journey with this book,
being involved from the beginning, reading draft after draft and seeing it’s
growth from a great story to an incredible story. These characters have
embedded themselves into my heart and soul, the journey they embarked…I have
taken every footstep with them, the highs and lows…I witnessed them all…I felt
them all and these two have definitely made a lasting impression.
“Ask a hundred people what love
means to them and you’ll get a hundred different answers. I suspect most of
them will say it has something to do with comfort or safety. But that’s false.”
Kate Stewart is an author for me that never fails to deliver.
Many, many years ago, I read my first Kate Stewart book and I just clicked with
her writing. The emotion pours from every page and her character connection is
always on point. Kate Stewart writes real romance with real characters, those
you can relate to, understand and connect with and most importantly, fall in
love with and The Real is a prime example.
“This is me at my worst. Please
don’t do this to us.”
“I didn’t do this.”
“You’re right. I did. Love me
anyway.”
Dialogue forms a huge part of this book and Kate Stewart
killed it, she brought back wooing with a capital W, she brought back the days
of getting to know a person before jumping into bed, building up that trust and
using that as a foundation to build a relationship. Yes, this is a slow burn, but
it is a delicious slow burn, one that has you wanting for the next step, the
next kiss, just salivating for…more.
“Tell me I can have this, tell me
I can be this happy. Tell me I can have you.”
Cameron and Abbie meet at a coffee shop, where Cameron first
makes contact with Abbie from his Mac, sending her a message. This is the start
of a beautiful friendship, a stunning courtship and the beginning of an epic
romance. A romance born from the here and now, no pasts, no baggage, just them
in their coffee shop cocoon.
“A kiss can be an introduction,
statement, and a promise. I plan to make all three when you let me.”
This is a book best read blind. Read this book as the author
intended so that the King of Woo and his Witchy Woman can take you along for the
ride. As with any Kate Stewart book, the course of true love never runs smooth,
but this is one heck of a journey, one that most will never see coming.
“I wanted what we had to be it. I
wanted him to be the last man I kissed, the last man I gave my heart and body
to. And I didn’t want my heart to be a liar. And only he had to power to make
it true.”
The Real is an epic, all-consuming read with all those
emotions I crave, a book with its own heartbeat. No cookie cutter romance, just
a Kate Stewart original with all those writing traits I love and crave. Their
story will consume you, it will probably make you cry, but by the end you will
be so in love, the journey will be a distant upset and you will bask in the
glow of an unforgettable love story.
“It was so obvious we were more
than coffee.”
Fan Made Trailer:
Excerpt:
Cameron’s Mac: Hi.
I looked above my laptop and took a deep breath before I accepted his invitation.
Abbie’s Mac: Hi.
Abbie, he’s going to wear your skin! I tried to ignore my inner voice.
Cameron’s Mac: I saw you with the homeless guy.
Abbie’s Mac: Ok?
He took a sip out of his Real Men Love Pomeranians mug and shrugged before he typed.
Cameron’s Mac: So, that was nice of you. Most people in the city just walk on by.
Abbie’s Mac: Oh. Most people do walk past Bennie. But he’s different and I’m not most people.
He lifted a brow and bit his lip.
Cameron’s Mac: I see that.
Cameron’s Mac: Want to have your next cup with me?
Say yes, say yes! It’s only coffee!
Abbie’s Mac: No, thank you.
You idiot.
His brows drew tight with his frown.
Cameron’s Mac: Sure? How about some breakfast?
My pulse raced with the memory of my last reaction to that type of attention and the consequences, and I answered without another thought.
Abbie’s Mac: No, thanks.
His chuckle was deep and covered me, even across the space between us. He bit his full bottom lip as he typed, his smirk still intact.
Fuck. Me. Damn it, Abbie!
Cameron’s Mac: Well, I guess today is not my day.
Abbie’s Mac: That’s all you’ve got?
I had no clue why I sent that message . . . why I was bothered that he didn’t try harder. Just that fucking smirk. It was sexy as hell.
He read my message and shrugged as he typed.
Cameron’s Mac: You seem to enjoy coffee. I don’t have an agenda. You’re beautiful, I noticed. I wanted to drink coffee with you. You said no. I’m going to scrape up the rest of my pride now and head out.
He closed his laptop and stood while I deflated. Damn it. He was being nice. Since when are guys just . . . nice?
Am I a man hater? Have I become that woman?
I spoke up as he slipped his computer into a worn leather bag.
“I’m sorry,” I offered in quick apology. “I was expecting some horrible line or screwed up proposition. The web, messaging, anything that has to do with technology has been hazardous for me. I’ve seen enough unsolicited dick pics for a lifetime. I was just being cautious.” And that was the truth. But I’d said it aloud in verbal vomit. Did I really say “dick pics” out loud?
He chuckled again as he looked down at me from where he stood, then grinned.
“Today isn’t the right day.” The husky baritone of his voice matched the silky hue of his eyes, which seemed to darken as he looked me over.
“No?” I asked in a whisper as I sized up his six-foot-plus frame and imagined the possibilities.
“No,” he said. “Maybe we can not have coffee again sometime?”
He’d tapped out with a simple ‘no’ from me. He couldn’t have been that interested in the first place.
I couldn’t deny the disappointment welling up in my ovaries.
“Okay.” I lifted the last syllable when he didn’t press further.
Cameron pulled out his wallet and set some money on his table then walked over to mine and did the same.
“At least let me buy your next cup.”
After setting the bills down, he stood over me briefly and I caught his scent—purely masculine. I inhaled as much as I could without being obvious. He didn’t smell like a psycho.
Cameron picked up his man–bag while I pictured running my fingers through his messy, inches thick, dark-brown hair.
Don’t let him leave. Tell him you aren’t that big of a bitch. But that would seem desperate. You aren’t desperate. But you are horny. Omg, are you horny??
As if reading my thoughts, I caught another flash of his teeth and had to bite my cheek to keep my reaction in check.
“I’ll see you.”
“Yeah, see you. And thanks,” I said to his retreating back, an octave louder than necessary. “For the coffee,” I added. Outside the window, Cameron bent and exchanged words with Bennie before sticking some cash in his hand.
Well, Abbie. Guess you’ll just have to wait until the next time you roll out of bed and a beautiful man hits on you. Should happen again, you IDIOT!
Once again, my hesitance had cost me. And I couldn’t help but feel like this time it cost me big.
Sagging into my seat, I continued to stare in his direction, watching those broad shoulders walk out of my life.
Giveaway:
About the Author:
Kate Stewart lives in Charleston, S.C. with her husband, Nick, and her naughty beagle, Sadie. A native of Dallas, Kate moved to Charleston three weeks after her first visit, dropping her career of 8 years, and declaring it her creative muse. Kate pens messy, sexy, angst-filled contemporary romance as well as romantic comedy and erotic suspense because it's what she loves as a reader. A lover of all things '80s and '90s, especially John Hughes films and rap, she dabbles a little in photography, can knit a simple stitch scarf for necessity only and does a horrible job of playing the ukulele. Aside from running a mile without collapsing, traveling is the only other must on her bucket list. On occasion, she does very well at vodka.
Contact Kate- Email-authorkatestewart@gmail.com
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