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Title:
Sticks
Series:
Black Addiction #2
Author: T.
Gephart
Genre: Rock
Star Romance
Release
Date: February 28, 2016
BLURB
Kenzie Clark had made
plenty of mistakes. Who cared? Life was all about the journey, and if you
couldn’t enjoy the ride then what was the point. The tough-talking guitarist
from Brooklyn, NY worked hard so she could play even harder. But some mistakes
weren’t so easy to walk away from. Joey Shaw, drummer for Black Addiction, was
exactly that kind of a mistake.
How could one night of fun
turn into a life long commitment? That’s exactly what Joey was asking
himself when Kenzie showed up a few weeks later—the soon-to-be baby bump with
his name written all over it. He could barely tie his shoes; how in the hell
was he going to raise a kid?
With neither of them ready
to become parents, it was always going to be a difficult, but there was no way
either of them were walking away. Come hell or high water, they were having
this baby—together.
Hopefully they would both
be still standing by the birth.
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EXCERPT
Prologue - Kenzie
Oh.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
F. U.
C. K.
That’s
exactly what should be displayed in the window of that plastic contraption
shaking in my hand instead of that obnoxious plus sign. The bright blue
horizontal and vertical line against a stark white background. Taunting me as I
stood there hoping it was some cruel optical illusion.
But it
wasn’t.
Oh my
God, I was going to be sick.
My
head spun as I sunk to my ass on the cold tile floor. The stick that ten
minutes ago had been so innocent and harmless was still in my hand as I
struggled not to hyperventilate. This couldn’t be happening.
I was
pregnant.
As
waves of nausea rolled through my body—something I’d been experiencing a lot
lately—my brain tried to reconcile my new reality. My life as I knew it was
well and truly over.
I am
going to be someone’s mother.
My
hand had barely managed to lift the lid of the toilet as I lost my battle with
my stomach. The full body heave expelled not only my breakfast but also my soul
into the bowl as the evil EPT wand fell out of my hand and onto the floor. My
future—as well as my blueberry bagel—now in the toilet.
I had
done a lot of stupid stuff in my time. I’ll be the first to admit that, but
Joey Shaw was by far the dumbest.
Unlike
most of the girls he seemed to entertain, I’d known Joey for years. Our bands
had crossed paths from time to time on the bar circuit, even sharing the stage
once or twice. The appreciation we had for each other was mutual, both
professionally and otherwise. He was good looking, sexy and had a body built
for sin. It was only a matter of time before we ended up doing the
in-between-the-sheets tango; I was impressed at how long I’d resisted.
Driven
by hormones instead of brains, our little game of flirting came to a very
lustful, sexy conclusion last month. That mouth of his wasn’t only talking up a
good show, with every single egotistical boast coming out of it not even close
to the mind-blowing orgasm he’d given me. His body absolutely delivered on the
promise of crazy and unrestrained sex. It had been a night that wasn’t going to
be easy to forget. Now it seemed, he had gifted me a permanent reminder.
Fuck.
I was
so screwed.
We had
barely even spoken since our hook-up, happy for it to be a casual thing between
friends. It’s not like I was looking to date him. Ha. Not in this lifetime. I
wasn’t that delusional. The man was hot. Not denying that, but I’d had
longer relationships with a pizza than Joey had with women. So, I was happy to
collect on the toe-curling sex without the side order of
is-he-ever-going-to-call-me-again. God damn it. How could I have been so
freaking stupid?
Ugh.
My stomach churned again as my brain rationalized spending most of the day
locked in my bathroom. It seemed like a solid idea, one that would see me
postpone the what-the-hell-did-I-do-now that was begging to be dealt with. Ha!
As if.
This
year had started out with so much promise. The band was doing great. While no
record deals had come our way, our song had gotten thousands of hits on
YouTube. And there wasn’t a Saturday night where we didn’t play. Not just dive
bars but actually great gigs. We were even making decent money too. Life was
pretty awesome. Was. Past tense. Now, of course, I was a few months away
from hawking my six-string at PawnRUs and getting a day job at Denny’s.
Poor
Joey.
The
sexy six-foot, dark-haired drummer had no idea that our baby was going to be
the first and last child he would father, his balls soon to be hanging from my
rearview mirror. I’d be sure to inform him and offer my condolences when I
ripped them from his still-breathing body. His dick also at risk of ending up a
hood ornament. It was only fair seeing as my body would be waving its red flag
of rebellion in the coming months that his should suffer too. Might as well
wear my skinny jeans while they still fit me, lord knows I was going to be
rocking elastic waistbands and stretchy pants in the very near future. My wardrobe,
the least of my worries.
Huh. I
was going to have a baby. My hand unconsciously brushed against my flat-for-now
belly, the life its dumbass parents created growing inside of me despite my
lack of a clue. A missed period and some wicked fatigue the only hint that
something was amiss. And in an instant, it had all changed. Knocked up, sitting
on my bathroom floor with my head down a toilet, and I had absolutely no idea
of how I was going to be someone’s mom.
Inside
of me there was a tiny life. A little helpless human who needed my love and
protection, who hadn’t asked to be born but had been put there nonetheless.
Trusting that I would keep him or her safe until he or she was ready to enter
into the world. My baby. Mine.
Great.
Now my eyes were leaking. The fucking body rebellion I had expected months from
now had already started as tears streamed uncontrollably.
What
the hell was happening to me? I wasn’t one of those emotional girls who wept
when they lost their favorite purse. I played in a rock band for God’s sake; I
didn’t do crying. It was Joey’s fault. Yes. Let’s blame that asshole and his
potent freaking sperm. He was the reason I had apparently lost my mind and
would soon have a full uterus. And now I was back to being mad again.
Awesome.
This
was so going to be fun.
Oh,
please let me not kill him.
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AUTHOR BIO
T Gephart is an indie author from Melbourne,
Australia.
T’s approach to life has been somewhat
unconventional. Rather than going to University, she jumped on a plane to Los
Angeles, USA in search of adventure. While this first trip left her somewhat
underwhelmed and largely depleted of funds it fueled her appetite for travel
and life experience.
With a rather eclectic resume, which reads more like
the fiction she writes than an actual employment history, T struggled to find
her niche in the world.
While on a subsequent trip the United States in
1999, T met and married her husband. Their whirlwind courtship and interesting
impromptu convenience store wedding set the tone for their life together, which
is anything but ordinary. They have lived in Louisiana, Guam and Australia and
have traveled extensively throughout the US. T has two beautiful young children
and one four legged child, Woodley, the wonder dog.
An avid reader, T became increasingly frustrated by
the lack of strong female characters in the books she was reading. She wanted
to read about a woman she could identify with, someone strong, independent and
confident and who didn’t lack femininity. Out of this need, she decided to pen
her first book, A Twist of Fate. T set herself the challenge to write something
that was interesting, compelling and yet easy enough to read that was still
enjoyable. Pulling from her own past “colorful” experiences and the amazing
personalities she has surrounded herself with, she had no shortage of
inspiration. With a strong slant on erotic fiction, her core characters are
empowered women who don’t have to sacrifice their femininity. She enjoyed the
process so much that when it was over she couldn’t let it go.
T loves to travel, laugh and surround herself with
colorful characters. This inevitably spills into her writing and makes for an
interesting journey - she is well and truly enjoying the ride!
Based
on her life experiences, T has plenty of material for her books and has a
wealth of ideas to keep you all enthralled.
AUTHOR LINKS
Website:
http://tgephart.com/
Twitter:
https://twitter.com/tinagephart
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