Book Title: Our Kind of Love
Author: Shane Morgan
Genre: New Adult
Release Date: May 31, 2014
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
Reign is convinced that Nate is
the perfect guy for her. That’s until Micah walks into her Mom’s restaurant
looking for a job. Now Reign can’t seem to stop her heart from yearning for the
guy with the mysterious sea blue eyes and melting smile.
Will she live up to everyone’s
expectations, or risk it all for someone with a troubled past?
Micah is all but perfect. He’s
spent eight months in a juvenile detention center back in Colorado for his
unintentional involvement in a crime. Now at nineteen and hoping to escape his
ghosts, he lands a part-time job working at a seaside restaurant in Newport,
Rhode Island where he meets the irresistible Reign. Micah can’t help the way he
feels whenever he’s around her, but she’s already taken and he doesn't want to
disrupt her life or get himself in anymore trouble. But then his attraction for
Reign proves too strong to deny, and Micah finds that he just might discover a
reason to stop running.
Shane Morgan is the bestselling young adult and new adult
author of Impossibly Love, and Impossibly True. She currently lives in Rhode
Island where she spends her days blogging, reading, and writing.
Shane's belief is that imaginations can never be too wild. If
you’re thinking it then the story is already written inside your head. It’s
simply time to share it with the rest of the world.
Our
Kind of Love excerpt
Micah sees Reign
for the first time
Sitting down on a park bench, I stare up at the colors of the
fading sky. The bursting orange and yellows mix together like one big orgasm. I
appreciate the natural beauty for a while, until something, okay,
someone, more captivating graces my view.
A young woman, lost in thought, walks barefoot across the sea
wall made of white pebbles separating sand from sea. With the poise of a
gymnast, her body shivers with each step against the ocean breeze. Her cute
blue dress with floral prints flares modestly just below her knees. She pays no
attention to anything else around her, unaware of how my eyes are trained on
her every move.
As the setting sun slants across her tanned legs, she pauses
for a beat. Flipping straight light brown hair off her shoulders, strands
falling elegantly down her back. I love long hair on girls. The smell (that’s
if it’s clean, I’ve had instances where it wasn’t), the feel, and the texture.
Caught up, I lean forward, my gaze fixed on nothing but her.
Turn. How I wish she’d turn around so I could see her face.
Even my heart begins to thud with anticipation.
Finally, as if hearing me, she twists. Her attention riveted on
something out on the street to her left. Oh c’mon, turn toward
me. The sun will be gone in minutes. She swivels, fully around this
time. I’m breathless as I catch a glimpse. I could see she’s beautiful, but not
in a shallow way. Something about her intrigues me.
So what am I doing? Why am I just sitting here watching
her?
Snapping back to my senses, I spring from the bench and start
to walk over to her, hoping she won’t run away when I tell her how angelic she
is before my eyes. Jeez. That’s corny as hell, but I don’t
care. I have to talk to this girl.
I’m almost there when the loud beep-beep of
a car draws her attention. She twirls and I stop in my tracks. A wide smile
spreads across her pink lips, and like an idiot, I convince myself she’s
actually smiling at me. Realization bites me on the ass when she hurries past
me like I’m invisible, heading for the red jeep parked on the side of the
street waiting for her.
She didn’t see me. Like seriously?
I stand in place and watch as she climbs inside the jeep, shuts
the door, and the driver takes off. Now I feel like crap, because I wasted time
and missed the chance to talk to her. I wonder if I’ll ever see her again.
With hunched shoulders, I walk up the sand onto the grass and
sit back on the bench, dumping grains out of my flip-flops.
A lone gull scampers across the sand. A bright moon rises in
the sky. I run my fingers through my already messy hair and start to laugh.
Dude, why did you get so riled up? That girl’s simply
another pretty face. How many have I seen these last few months? Why
should I care?
I meet, we hook-up, and I move on.
The last thing I’m looking for is a girlfriend. I’m a no
commitments type of guy. None of them ever took the guilt away, anyways.
But it’s crazy, how I feel. From just one look, my gut says
that girl is worth getting to know. Maybe someone I wouldn’t mind sticking
around for.
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