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Promo Spotlight and Giveaway: Ash to Steele by Karen-Anne Stewart

Friday, March 14, 2014

Today, I'm featuring a promo on Karen-Anne Stewart's Ash to Steele. Find the book and the author information as well as an excerpt in this post. For the giveaway, we're giving away an ebook copy of Ash to Steele, so check it out and enter via rafflecopter below. It's open for 18+ ONLY.

Ash to Steele
Karen-Anne Stewart

Who I am and all I believe is marred with just one glance into angry, steel blue eyes. He seems to control my air, my ability to breathe. He makes me crave everything I know is a sin. Pure becomes tainted and lines are blurred. It's my fault; I'm the one who isn't strong enough. I've been damaged...broken. Breck's words haunt me...'There's a consequence for every choice you make.'

I've had so many women I can't even remember over half of their names, but none of them are mine; I make damn sure of that. I take what I desire and never look back. I don't need or want anyone, ever...not until I met Emma. Those eyes bore into what's left of my soul and her touch sears me, weakens me. I want to hate her for that. She is my ruin...my sweetest hell.

Disclaimer: Intended for readers 18+ due to strong language, mature scenes, and some violence.

An Excerpt from Ash to Steele:

“You really are innocent aren’t you?” Breck barks, his earlier concern vanishing.
     Innocent? Stunned by his outburst, and confused by his accusation, I hesitantly meet his admonishing glare.
   “You can’t just trust a complete stranger.  Derrick had you pinned against the wall and, in less than thirty seconds, he would’ve had his hand down your pants,” Breck yells.  “Maybe you’re not innocent, maybe you’re just stupid!”
   The confusing mix of emotions rioting inside quickly morphs into anger, “Thank you for what you just did, but I don’t think the insult was necessary.”
   Glaring at me, he takes my arm, leading me down the alley towards his Hummer.  Absently wondering why anyone would need such a large vehicle in Boston, I’m struck by how the anger in his eyes is a stark difference to the rest of him; his touch is definitely authoritative but it’s also gentle.  Clouded with too many emotions, I allow him to guide me without a well-deserved protest.
   “Get in; I’ll take you home.”
   “You just yelled at me about not trusting strangers, but you want me to get into the vehicle with you, who I just met last night, and, if I’m not mistaken, who made it very clear that you do want in my pants?”
   The anger in his eyes subsides, replaced by what looks a little like amusement as he leans against the vehicle, casually crossing his arms as he stares at me with those infuriatingly captivating eyes. “That’s a valid point.”  Closing the door, he presses the alarm as he steps beside me, “I will walk you home, then.”
   “That’s not necessary,” I spout, not wanting him near me, or knowing where I live, and certainly not wanting him studying me with his steely blue gaze anymore.
   “Oh, you more than just proved that it is with your stupid ass move to take a dark alley, in the middle of the night, outside of a bar full of drunk, horny men.”
   Any legitimate response to his accurate accusation eludes me.
   “Which way?”
   Sighing, I reluctantly resign and point to the right.
   The first few minutes are blessedly silent, but it’s not too long before Breck ruins it by opening his mouth.
   “A preacher’s daughter hanging out in a bar, living in the slums, and walking the streets at night.”
   Unamused, I wait for the punch line, arching my eyebrow and glaring at him.
   “Does your daddy know how far you’ve fallen from grace?” Breck asks, his smile making it hard to differentiate if he’s being serious or only teasing.
   “Does yours?”
   I immediately realize I should’ve kept my mouth shut.  His eyes turn hard, cold, but, thankfully, not angry this time.
   “Grace was never mine to begin with,” Breck almost whispers before quickly changing the subject. “You do realize that this isn’t exactly the safest place in Boston to be walking by yourself, especially late at night?”
   Shoving my chin further inside my jacket, I try to keep the bitter air from freezing my tongue when I speak, “It’s not that bad here.”
   “Tell me that after you’ve been mugged, raped, and had the hell beat out of you,” he chastises.
   “Are you always this pleasant?” I smirk.
   “Nah, you’ve just caught me on one of my good days,” he winks, flashing a killer smile.
   Wow, he certainly is capricious.  “Thank you for walking me home,” I force myself to say.
   “You’re welcome…I think,” he laughs.  “Did that hurt you to say as much as it sounded like it did?”
   “Yeah, pretty much,” I smile, his newfound carefree attitude becoming infectious.
   “At the risk of sounding like a schmuck who doesn’t know how to act around women, I have to ask what brought you to Boston?”
   “Schmuck is not the word that comes to mind when I think about you and your way around a multitude of women at any given time,” I blurt out before my filter has the chance to catch the words and shove them back down my throat.
  “You think of me?  I detect some ambivalence about that.  So, what exactly does come to your mind when I consume your thoughts?” he winks again, flashing another heart melting smile.
   I wish he would stop that!   “Consume?”  Capricious and pretentious.  “Trust me, there has been no consuming of any kind going on.”
   “But what a decadent consumption you would be,” he whispers, stepping in front of me.

About the Author:

Karen-Anne Stewart is a new author and has only recently discovered that she is now addicted to writing.  Her first novel, Saving Rain, was originally going to be a single novel, but it quickly turned into a trilogy. She fell in love with the characters and had to continue the story. Saving Rain is a new adult contemporary romance meant for readers 18 and older.

She lives in the mountains with her family.  She loves to read, hike, and travel when she is not writing.  She is a sucker for romance, especially a book with a strong alpha male who has a sensitive side.  She also enjoys a good mystery and thrillers. 

Her favorite author is James Patterson; he is an amazing writer. With being a newbie, she is just learning all the ropes, but is loving the wild ride.  She plans to write for as long as her fingers have dexterity.

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(Note: I received the above promo+giveaway info from Closed the Covers. Author pic was taken from goodreads. ~Punya)


Anonymous said...

Thank you, Punya, for the book promo and excerpt of Ash to Steele! I hope you have a wonderful weekend :)

Punya said...

You're welcome Karen-Anne! Same to you. x

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