We're very excited to announce the release of When You Are Mine by Author Kennedy Ryan on June 17, 2014! This isn't your typical billionaire love story. The characters are real and relatable. We have some fun events planned to celebrate and we hope you can join us!
Title: When You Are Mine (The Bennetts #1)
Author: Kennedy Ryan
Age Group: NA
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Forever Yours (June 17, 2014)
~Praise for When You Are Mine~
“Ryan's debut is rife with sexual tension, while her easy style and likable characters bring this unpredictable love triangle to life.” --Karina Halle, USA Today Bestselling Author of The Artists Trilogy
“When You Are Mine is exactly what I look for in a romance! Achingly beautiful with palpable, real characters, you cannot help but completely fall in love with. I cannot wait for more!” --A.L. Jackson, New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author of Take This Regret and Lost to You.
Blurb:“When You Are Mine is exactly what I look for in a romance! Achingly beautiful with palpable, real characters, you cannot help but completely fall in love with. I cannot wait for more!” --A.L. Jackson, New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author of Take This Regret and Lost to You.
Forever is a heartbeat away . . .
Kerris Moreton knows how to make things work. Bounced from foster home to foster home as a kid, she adapted; when opportunity arose, she thrived. Now, about to open her own business and accept a marriage proposal, Kerris is ready to build the life she's always wanted. The only thing missing? A passionate connection with her would-be fiancé, Cam. Kerris wants to believe that sparks are overrated-until Walsh Bennett lights her up like the Fourth of July.
. . . but what about love?
As one of the East Coast's most eligible bachelors, Walsh enjoys financial independence, fulfilling work with his family's nonprofit, and plenty of female attention. But lately he's been distracted by the one woman he can't have. Lovely to look at and even sweeter to know, Kerris is the soul mate Walsh never thought he would find. The problem is, his best friend found her first . . .
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Excerpt:
Her company intoxicated him, hitting his bloodstream like a four-hundred-dollar bottle of vodka. Every sip of her felt like a reckless indulgence. She was a decadence he could ill afford but—God help him—couldn’t resist.
“What about you?” she asked.
Tables neatly turned.
“What about me?” Walsh tipped his head back, prepared to confess like she was his high priestess if it would buy him another five minutes with her. “My story was written before I was even born. All laid out for me.”
“I don’t believe that.” She sipped her own Diet Coke, eyes getting tangled up with his over the can.
“It’s true. My mom knew what she wanted for me, and so did my dad. They’ve been pulling me in opposite directions, fighting over me since the divorce when I was thirteen years old.”
“Boo hoo hoo.” He tasted a little sarcasm sprinkled in with her teasing. “Poor little rich boy had parents who wanted him so badly they fought over him.”
“It wasn’t like that.”
He knew his tone was defensive. She was teasing him, but everyone made assumptions about him because of the privileges he’d been born into. He didn’t want her to do that.
“I would have given everything if my parents had been able to work it out. If we could have been a family. I don’t really care about the stuff.”
“I believe you.” The look she gave him knew more than it should. “Your parents had to do something right, in their own way, for you to turn out like you have. I’ve heard your mother brag more than once that you’re the best of them both. Can you see that?”
“Can you?” He wasn’t sure what he meant by the question, but he felt certain she would know how to respond.
“Yes.” She didn’t look away. He could not.
He was the son of Martin and Kristeene Bennett in every way, constantly living in the dichotomy of that, dwelling between the warring factions of his heredity. And for the first time he really believed someone saw him in his entirety.
Her company intoxicated him, hitting his bloodstream like a four-hundred-dollar bottle of vodka. Every sip of her felt like a reckless indulgence. She was a decadence he could ill afford but—God help him—couldn’t resist.
“What about you?” she asked.
Tables neatly turned.
“What about me?” Walsh tipped his head back, prepared to confess like she was his high priestess if it would buy him another five minutes with her. “My story was written before I was even born. All laid out for me.”
“I don’t believe that.” She sipped her own Diet Coke, eyes getting tangled up with his over the can.
“It’s true. My mom knew what she wanted for me, and so did my dad. They’ve been pulling me in opposite directions, fighting over me since the divorce when I was thirteen years old.”
“Boo hoo hoo.” He tasted a little sarcasm sprinkled in with her teasing. “Poor little rich boy had parents who wanted him so badly they fought over him.”
“It wasn’t like that.”
He knew his tone was defensive. She was teasing him, but everyone made assumptions about him because of the privileges he’d been born into. He didn’t want her to do that.
“I would have given everything if my parents had been able to work it out. If we could have been a family. I don’t really care about the stuff.”
“I believe you.” The look she gave him knew more than it should. “Your parents had to do something right, in their own way, for you to turn out like you have. I’ve heard your mother brag more than once that you’re the best of them both. Can you see that?”
“Can you?” He wasn’t sure what he meant by the question, but he felt certain she would know how to respond.
“Yes.” She didn’t look away. He could not.
He was the son of Martin and Kristeene Bennett in every way, constantly living in the dichotomy of that, dwelling between the warring factions of his heredity. And for the first time he really believed someone saw him in his entirety.
Kennedy Ryan grew up in North Carolina, but loves living in Atlanta with her husband (tall – check, dark – check – handsome – check), and her handful of a son. Though she knew, like writers often do, that she was supposed to tell stories, the road to fulfillment has been paved with “some of everything” jobs that kept her family eating and living indoors. With her degree in Journalism from the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill (Go Tar Heels!), she has focused on writing for non-profit organizations and even doing some non-fiction ghost writing. Only in the last few years did she start telling stories again.
In addition to being a devoted wife and mom, she’s also a passionate advocate for families living with Autism. Her son was diagnosed at the age of two, and she has made it her mission to help as many families as possible find the resources and services they need. 25% of her royalties will go toward her national charitable partnerTalk About Curing Autism and Myles-A-Part, her foundation serving Georgia families.
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