I am so excited to be part of the cover reveal for Kristie Cook's new book The Space Between. I love Kristie's work and I'm very excited for this new book!
Here is the synopsis for The Space Between!
When Life Falls to
Pieces, Answers Lie in the Space Between
After
a month-long dance tour through Italy, 20-year-old Leni Drago returns to
Georgia to care for her great-uncle, only to find him gone, the home they
shared empty and any evidence he ever existed wiped out. All that’s left is a
journal she can’t open.
Jeric
Winters has been searching for a piece of his past for over a year, only to
reach a dead-end in Georgia. When an urgent and magnetic pull draws him out of
his hotel room, he comes face-to-face with the beautiful dancer who’s been
haunting his dreams day and night.
Jeric’s
one to stay away from—a bad-boy, hit-it-and-quit-it type—but Leni can’t escape
the fervent feelings between them. As their own existences begin to crumble
around them and shadowy forms that are more monsters than men attack, they
realize there’s more to the connection between them than physical fascination.
To
solve the riddle their lives have become, they must embark on a journey that
requires them to face their pasts and release their true souls. And they must
do it fast—dark ones from another world are closing in, intent on killing them.
Permanently.
**Mature Content** Recommended for ages 17+ due to sexual
situations and language.
The release date for The Space Between is April 5, 2013!!
Isn't the cover great? How about a teaser??? Yes you say? Well then here you go... an excerpt of The Space Between.
An Excerpt
LENI – The overhead lights fell dark for the last time as I
opened the dressing room door. The back exit stood open at the end of the hall,
allowing in enough light from the streetlamp outside to show my way. I inhaled
slowly, cherishing the musty smell of an old theater mixed with the odor of
dancers’ sweat and the fragrance of white roses. I silently said my goodbyes as
my feet carried me outside.
“Thank you, Uncle Theo,” I whispered as I left the theater
for the last time. Only because of him did I even have this opportunity. I
couldn’t wait to tell him all about it.
A large, muscular body flew at me, swept me into his arms
and twirled me around as though we were still on stage. Laughter bubbled out of
my chest.
“You ready to celebrate, cara
mia?” Alberto asked as he set me down.
“Celebrate that you’re finally getting rid of me?” I teased.
He clapped his hand over his heart, and his face fell into
an exaggerated expression of pain. “Oh, Leni, you do not know how I will miss
you and your mane.”
He swatted playfully at the bottom of my curls. He had no
idea how I would miss the way he said my name, drawing out both syllables,
“laaaay-kneee,” like only an Italian could do.
“But you won’t miss my heels on your toes or my arm in your
face?” I said in mock disbelief.
He took my hand and danced me down the cobbled street toward
the plaza at the center of town. “You are a stunning dancer, cara mia. Don’t let anyone tell you
otherwise.” He spun me under his arm, my duffle bag banging me in the butt the
whole time. “Of course, you have become much better since becoming my partner.
But everyone does.”
He winked at me before dropping me into a dip. My bag slid
off my shoulder and a hand darted beneath me to catch it. Alberto swung me up
and around so that I came face-to-face with the most unbelievably stunning
vision I’d seen my whole time in Italy. Which was saying a lot. His eyes—blue,
I thought, though the light from the corner post wasn’t enough to be
sure—enraptured me. He held my bag out with a small smile that hinted at
dimples.
“Grazie,” I said
breathlessly as I wrapped my hand around the strap of my bag. He gave me a nod
almost deep enough to be a bow, his shaggy blond hair falling in his face.
Then, without a word, he turned and walked away. My mouth fell open. “How
rude.”
“Must be American,” Alberto said. I punched him in the arm.
“Who goes out of their way to catch a falling object and
then can’t even say ‘you’re welcome’?” I asked absent-mindedly as I stared
after the retreating body that rivaled Alberto’s. No, scratch that. It totally
beat out Alberto’s even on his best day.
“What an ass,” Alberto muttered.
“Rude, yes, but I don’t know if I’d go that far.”
“No, I mean what an ass
that man has.” He let out a low whistle.
I laughed and admired the view as well. “I can agree with that.”
“He’s going to Alonzo’s. Lucky us.”
~ ~ ~
JERIC – I flipped to the picture I’d drawn a couple of weeks
ago during my search in Italy. I’d woken from a dream, one I’d been having for
years, and as I had previously, I’d felt the need to sketch the girl who had me
waking with a painful boner. Now that I’d met her in real life, I couldn’t deny
the girl in my sketches was Leni—curly hair, exotic green eyes, full lips and
breasts, her skin … as if the absolute best features of both African and
European blood had been blended together and given to her. The Leni I’d just
met would probably never wear the leather bra, miniskirt, and knee-high boots
I’d drawn her in, but damn if she wouldn’t look hot in them. The vision came to
me clearly. Too clearly. I had to place the book over my lap to hide the
full-blown wood pressing against my jeans.
I needed a distraction. I needed to get her out of my head.
I bought several little airline bottles of rum and dumped them in my Coke, but
they weren’t enough to blur the image of Leni’s face in my mind. When the
smoking hot flight attendant ran her finger over my arm then dropped a napkin
with a message on my tray (“Meet me upstairs?”), I couldn’t resist. I snuck up
the spiral staircase to the empty upper level and found her in the bathroom
wearing nothing but heels and thigh-high stockings, tendrils of bottle-bleached
hair barely hiding her fake tits. Flight attendants like this had made me a
lifetime member of the mile-high club—they wanted nothing more than something
to make the transatlantic flight more interesting. My perfect kind of girl.
Unfortunately, my eyes only saw Leni’s body under my hands.
Thank you so much Kristie for asking Late Bloomer to take part in the cover reveal and to the awesome Marissa for organizing.
About
the Author
Kristie Cook is a lifelong,
award-winning writer in various genres, from marketing communications to
fantasy fiction. She continues to write the Soul Savers Series, a New Adult
paranormal romance/contemporary fantasy, with the first four books, Promise, Purpose, Devotion and Power available now and the next book
coming in June 2013. She’s also written a companion novella, Genesis: A Soul Savers Novella,
currently available. Over 160,000 Soul Savers books have been sold, with Promise peaking at #54 on the Amazon Top
100 Paid list and at #1 in the Amazon Fantasy category.
The
Space Between, which releases April 2013, kicks off her second New Adult
paranormal series, The Book of Phoenix.
Besides writing, Kristie enjoys
reading, cooking, traveling and riding on the back of a motorcycle. She has
lived in ten states, but currently calls Southwest Florida home with her
husband, three teenage sons, a beagle and a puggle. She can be found at:
