Release Blitz: Run With You by Kandice Michelle Young

Release Blitz:

Run With You

by

Kandice Michelle

Young

Nov 5th

Your scars, my scars, our scars...

A desperate promisewhispered by her lover in the heat of the night. Can it be enough?

Sebastian sawme at my worst and still he gave me his best. When it was his turn to fall, Ifeared I wouldn’t be strong enough to catch him. The choices he made as a boythreatened everything about the man he’d become. I knew the struggle to keephis love would be the greatest battle my heart's had to face. Still, I couldnever have prepared myself for what was coming.

World turnedupside down, it was hard enough to live with myself after what I'd done.Already unable to trust, I was trapped in a whirlpool of newly discoveredtruths. How could I live with his wounds when I was already dying from my own?
You can’ttake on my burdens without giving me some of yours in return…
A hopeful plea fromhis lover's lips. How can he comply when telling her means destroyingeverything they've worked for?

Danielle wasspiraling and it was up to me to reel her in. I could’ve lost it all in aheartbeat, but it would’ve been worth it if it meant she was safe. Calculatedto the end, I had an iron clad plan to protect her. I just never imagined itwouldn't be enough.

The ghosts ofmy past were no longer trapped in my nightmares. They were real and they walkedamong us, waging war on all that I held dear. How could we win the battle whenwe had nothing left to fight for?
Two damaged souls. Too many mistakes. One future in jeopardy…

     

      

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Note: This book is going through the editing process and this excerpt is subject to change.

Excerpt from Run With You:

The lights are off when I pull up to her father’s house in Santa Monica, but that car is in the driveway. I will replace it one day, regardless of the sentiments she feels toward it. Her safety is the most important thing. Someday, she’ll understand that.

Climbing from my bike, I walk to the door, and ring the bell. Ordinarily, I would refrain out of respect for her father, but he works nights. Even if he were home, Danielle has already told me that he’s a heavy sleeper. I wait several minutes before ringing it again. Unless he’s in there with her, she’ll get up and answer eventually. On the third try, the door finally opens.

Peering up at me through sleepy eyes, she says, “What do you want, Sebastian?”

I look down at the perfectly plump lips that make up the entrance to that smart mouth. I’d love to fuck her face until I can’t withstand it any longer. There’s getting head, and then there’s getting head from Danielle Stevens. Crossing her arms over her plump chest, she leans against the door frame. I scan my eyes down her body, and over the exposed flesh of her long legs. My cock twitches as I imagine the various things I could do to her.

Drumming her fingers on her elbow, she glares at me with those Jezebel eyes, and repeats, “I asked what you’re doing here.”

Shifting my weight, to allow more room in my jeans, I say, “We’re going to talk.”

Throwing her hands in the air, she sighs, and curses me in Italian. Her hot-headed temper is one of the many things I love about her. Following her into the living room, I take a seat on the coffee table in front of her. She lays down and pulls a throw blanket from the back of the couch, covering her luscious legs that I can’t stop envisioning around my head. Ordinarily, I would chastise her for trying to cover herself from me, but for tonight’s purposes, it is probably a good idea.

“You have to stop shutting yourself off from me,” I begin.

“Oh, if that isn’t the pot calling the kettle black,” she says, rolling her eyes and turning her head away from me.

Dropping to my knees, I take her face in my hands. “Princess, when we are fighting I can’t function.”

“Then maybe you should have thought about that before you told her what I did,” she snaps.

“I had to tell Alana what happened that night, Danielle,” I say, biting back my exasperation and running my hand through my hair. “Why can’t you understand that?”

“What I understand, Sebastian is that you gave her more ammunition for her arsenal.”

Run To You

I moved toNew York for a fresh start.  I did notmove here to fall for a man like Sebastian.

SebastianBlack came into my life like a storm in the peak of the night…dark, raging, all-consuming,and guaranteed to leave destruction in his wake. From the moment our eyes met,he had a hold on me. I wanted, craved, and needed him like nothing I had everdesired before.

The problemwas he needed total submission. From the moment he handed me the contract, Iknew what he was proposing would destroy me. What I had not planned was hisability to make me crave destruction. I would lose myself in him. Sebastianknew how to take me over the edge, and before I even knew it, I wanted to gofreefalling.

It wasevident that my past had the ability to destroy us. What I had not calculatedwas the power of his to do the same. My dark, brooding, impeccably sexual,alpha-male had his own crosses to bear. I was not sure I was strong enough tohandle them, or the woman who helped chain him there.

    

     

Run From You

Sebastiancalled me his princess, but he was far from my white knight. He was my drug.One hit and I was addicted to him.

I ran from him to save my life. I kept running to regain my sanity. Kyle wouldhelp me with that. His warmth and familiarity were just what I needed toget back on track. Beautiful in his own right, Kyle was everything I once knewto be good about the world. Kyle was perfect for me, he always had been.

Except he wasn't Sebastian, he could never be. The horrors of my past pulled meaway from him. The nightmares of my present would bring us back together.Confused though I was, I knew Sebastian was the only choice. The damage donewas great, our love greater. Surviving each other would take everything we had,but it was the only option.

Every mistake we had made would collapse on top of us, burying us alive in amountain of anger and guilt. Neither of us could have prepared for what wascoming. The only way out was through. The question became, would we be strongenough to make it through together or would our secrets tear us apart oncemore?

    

     

Kandice is…

…a serial lover of all things pink,self-proclaimed chocoholic, home-schooling mother, and wannabe yogi.

Her debut erotica novel, Run to You, the first inthe series Run, is coming soon.

Kandi’s love of storytelling can be traced backto her fourth grade year, when a history lesson on Native Americans became toounimaginative for her liking.  She took it upon herself to liven things upby creating a story that was based on half-truths about a self-named IndianPrincess. Kandice is in fact of Native American heritage (her great-grandmotherwas a full-blooded Cherokee) and in her own mind a princess, so you can seewhere her inspiration came from.  Her story was a huge hit with friends,and an author was born.

Kandice was born and raised in rural Arkansas,where she currently lives with her husband and three children. Though, if youask her she’ll confirm that her soul is lost somewhere on the west coastwaiting for the day that her body can rejoin it.

   

   

   

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