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The Breakup Plan by Tia Kelly and Giveaway!

He ruined her wedding day and he’ll do it again until she’s his..

A man without a plan is a shell without purpose.

Which is why I sat down almost nine years ago and put pen to paper mapping out my ten-year plan. I meant business. Everything that could set me up for a lifetime of joy had to go down on the list, and every day I worked my ass off to fulfill it.

Open my own sports agency. Check.

Earn first million by my thirtieth birthday. I did that a week before I turned 26.

Negotiate the most lucrative contract in Major League’s history. Did that, too. Then went and broke my own record. (Thanks big bro!)

I could go on, but this isn’t about bragging. It’s me admitting in the midst of drafting something that helps shape and mold much of my success, I made a costly mistake.

One day I realized all those entries with corresponding checkmarks are pointless if I never factored into the equation the most important goal of all. Avery.

Perhaps way back then I wasn’t ready to see how much my best friend of fifteen years deserved that number one spot in my life. Maybe I was blind since the whole settle down and get married scenario wasn’t my thing since, well, forever. But now that I’m aware of the role I need her to fill in my life, there’s no such thing as letting go until I can convince her to be mine.

Considering she’s about to marry someone else does make winning her heart a little bit dicey. But if there’s anything you should ever know about me is that I always play to win. And losing Avery is non-negotiable.

 

Excerpt

She sits down on a padded wicker loveseat. Instead of going to a chair, I sit beside her. Close enough that her thigh brushes against mine a few times. Avery shifts to balance her plate and scoot away a few inches, but my proximity leaves little room for her to go.

“Tell me about the email.”

Her feigned interest in the food on her plate distracts me from the conversation. Avery was once a self-declared foodie, but this new version of her makes no sense, and coincides with him.

I slice a piece of sausage and drop it on her plate between the quinoa and blueberries she must have requested but has understandably lost interest in. “Try it.”

“Drew.”

Forking two of the pieces off my plate for myself, I chew and nudge her again. “Eat.”

“Stop talking with food in your mouth.” When she rolls her eyes and smirks at me, I know I’m making progress.

“I will if you eat that,” I say, pointing my fork at the sausage. Chef Laurel flew selections like this organic sage chicken sausage in just for Avery. He would likely grunt if I wanted something from the Whole Foods around the corner from my house. And I’m the one paying him. She has to know it. I know I do. Chef Laurel is wrapped around this woman’s finger, almost as tightly coiled around it as me.

Nah, there’s no way she could have anyone else as twisted around that pinky as tight as me.

Avery just has this effect on people. Even random strangers love doing things for her, because she’s always so giving of herself, and cares without expectation. Avery also adores Chef Laurel, and when he prepared a meal once with this sausage from whatever city we were visiting at the time, Avery made it known for an entire week straight how much she loved it. To thank her for appreciating his food, Chef often sends for it just because he knows how much she enjoys it.

And like the voice of temptation, it’s my duty to remind her of these things. “You know you want to.”

The corner of her mouth twitches until she graces me with a sweet smile. “I do.”

“I know. Here.” I add a full link and one of my pancakes to her plate.

To my surprise, she doesn’t protest anymore. I do catch a moment of remorse after her first bite, but by the second one, she’s forgotten all about the pile of quinoa on her plate.

“Mmmmm.”

This is where things get uncomfortable. Not like it was beachside yesterday—I’m talking about the way she just woke up my penis with that moan, like she did the other night. It doesn’t help that her head rolls back, as she has no shame indulging in what is obviously a rare moment of ecstasy—hair falling back over the sofa cushion, that sensual neck of hers daring me to move closer for a nip, and those brown eyes damn near rolling back into yesterday do me all the way in.

So how do I handle it? I take some more food off my plate and give it to her. You think I’m going to pass up the chance at watching someone as beautiful as Avery damn near have an orgasm over some buttermilk pancakes and maple syrup?

Avery takes another bite of my pancake and follows it with a quick swipe of the tongue to catch a drop of syrup hanging on to the edge of her bottom lip.

“What did the email say?”

Huh? I blink to shake the trance she put me in. “Oh. Donovan approved the budget and next month’s shooting schedule.”

Whatever I said instantly robs Avery of the blissful expression on her face that I was enjoying with her. I’ve heard about sexual encounters that fizzle with a quickness, so I’m guessing this would be the food version.

“What?” I ask.

Setting her plate down on the table in front of us, Avery starts to move in careful, measured ways. “Next month?”

“Why is that a surprise? You’re the one that drafted the schedule.”

She nods, and when she bites on her lip, I know whatever she’s about to say is not going to be good. “About that.”

Leveling my eyes on her, I put my plate down then drop an arm across the back of the sofa. “Avery.”

“I was hoping we could discuss this when we got back to Philly, but I guess I might as well tell you now.”

“Tell me what, Avery? Just spill it.”

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September 12, 2018 Posted by | Blog Guest | , , | 2 Comments

Love Is. Blog Tour

Hi All!

Please join me in welcoming back author Tia Kelly to my blog! Tia is on a blog tour and she’s introducing us to her latest release – LOVE IS. Check it out!

It took a once-in-a-lifetime bond to teach her what love is, and a once-in-a-lifetime betrayal to show her what love is not… Love Is. A different kind of love story.

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Diane Collins had big plans for her life, and hoops star Warren Scott was not among them. He doesn’t want to be the face of the NBA, and she doesn’t care that he is. His reluctance to be part of the limelight disarms her and the two embark on an unlikely friendship that becomes an even unlikelier romance.

Soon, his life is her life – filled with VIP treatment, parties and luxuries beyond Diane’s wildest imagination. But Warren is harboring a secret, and once it’s revealed Diane’s decision to stay or go could change the very fabric of who she thought she was.

Excerpt from Love Is:

“Good afternoon, Mr. Scott. Good day, Miss Collins,” the man said as she exited the elevator, and once her bags were removed, she watched Warren slip money into the man’s hand. They both nodded before the doors closed.

“I’ve never been greeted like that before when visiting friends. You know how to leave quite an impression,” Diane said once they were alone. Seeing him unnerved her, and the tension that had mounted between them since the day she left Jamaica faded.

Before she could get a good look at the surroundings, Warren opened his arms and she walked into them. Relieved. Sighing silently as she snuggled into his warm, comforting embrace.

“Thanks for coming,” he murmured.

She lifted her head and caught the worry in his eyes.

He kissed the top of her head and reached for her bag. “How was your flight?”

“A little bumpy. Glad I’m back on the ground now.”

“Says the woman that once couldn’t sit still during a storm in the sky.”

She laughed, keeping her eyes trained on how he moved in his bare feet with athletic grace across the hardwood floors.

“You know I’ll never want to fly coach ever again now. I better get this job just to support the travel upgrades. Limos to and from airports. First-class flights. Exclusive resorts and staying in this building the rest of the week…”

“Should I book you a room at a motel near the airport instead?” he asked, setting her bag down in the middle of his living room.

She paused, taking in her surroundings. Furniture was sparse, but the space didn’t feel bare, just minimalist in a sophisticated way. Creams, beiges and grays against natural white oak floors and dramatic high ceilings made her feel at peace. She recognized the Boston Harbor just outside his penthouse windows. Walking toward the view of the water, she pressed her hands on the side of the steel frames encasing the floor-to-ceiling windows, taking it all in. “This is simply amazing.”

“Ever been to Boston before?”

Diane looked back at him and shook her head. “Never had a reason to visit, but always wanted to check it out. The accent alone always fascinated me.”

“Anyone comment on your Texas drawl?”

“A few,” she said with a smile.

“I made reservations for…” He trailed off when she turned around.

She’d only meant to give him her undivided attention because they still had a few issues to resolve between them, but the heat in his eyes made her breath catch. He took three long steps toward her before pressing her back against the glass, kissing her until they both forgot what they were talking about. Until Diane forgot why she’d wanted to keep herself emotionally distant from him in the first place.

Copyright © 2015 by Tia Kelly

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December 21, 2015 Posted by | Blog Guest | , , , | 2 Comments

Taste for Love

It is with great pleasure that I welcome back author Tia Kelly to my blog! Tia is on a virtual book tour to promote her latest release Taste for Love. Remember heartthrob Carlos Ortiz (whew!) from Playing for Love? Well he’s back with his own story in Taste for Love! Check it out!

Taste for Love

Rochelle “Shelly” Gauthier is no stranger to loss. Hurricane Katrina taught her that in the blink of an eye, you can lose everything and everyone who matters most to you. So being cast out of the Wilkerson clan for betraying her cousin Kenneth, his fiancée Paige and their best friend Carlos only resulted in her being exactly how she always knew she would wind up anyway: alone.

Carlos Ortiz, on the other hand is alone by choice. Or so he tells himself. When Shelly makes an unexpected request for help from the Wilkersons, Carlos recalls a time when fate put him in a position where he had no choice but to accept Shelly’s assistance.

Now he must decide whether what he feels for her is a sense of obligation, or something else.

Taste for Love is the third novel from the Wilkersons in Love series.

Tia Kelly invites you to come meet the Wilkersons and get ready to fall in love.

 

Excerpt from – ‘Taste for Love’

Shelly stood from the table and smiled when her aunt walked toward their table in the middle of the restaurant. The January snowy forecast had almost caused the two to reschedule, but Shelly was glad they didn’t. Lourdes Wilkerson slipped out of her coat and draped it over a chair back before opening her arms.

Shelly hugged her a little longer than usual, wanting to admit she missed seeing her since their last lunch date.

“What have you been up to in the past month, cariño?” Lourdes asked, once they sat down. “You keeping busy now that school is behind you?”

“I have. The owner called me last week to offer me a permanent position as a baker, but I declined.”

Lourdes arched a dark, perfectly arched brow and questioned her. “Really? From what I’ve heard about the place, it’s would be a great starting point for a culinary career.”

Shelly shook her head and nervously balled her fists under the table. “But that’s not what I want to do, Aunt Lori.”

Lourdes nodded. The conversation paused briefly when they ordered lunch.

“Still want to open your own place?” Lourdes asked.

Shelly nodded, holding her breath as she wondered what her aunt was going to say next. Her Aunt Lori never held back from sharing her opinion, but she always waited until she knew it was going to be well received when she chose the right time to express.

“Publicity and a candy store are two different operations to run and it wouldn’t hurt to learn more about it before committing to your own business.”

“I know what I want to do and I’m not going to let anything get in the way of doing it. Of course, I don’t want to be stupid and jump in with my eyes closed, but I feel like this is the direction I need to go in now.”

She saw the corners of her aunt’s mouth curve into a smile. Lourdes winked and leaned back in her seat. “That’s my girl.”

“I’m happy to see you, but there’s another reason I needed to talk to you,” Shelly said. “I’ve had my eye on a place that would be the perfect location, but if I don’t act now I could lose it.”

Lourdes shrugged. “If it goes, perhaps it’s not meant to be.”

“No, I know this is the spot. There’s just one small problem,” Shelly explained. “With my lack of experience in the industry, I am having a hard time finding investors or to qualify for a loan. My savings can help cover the lease, but I won’t have enough for the renovation and other expenses. Is there any way I can have early access to the money from my parents?”

Ever since her parents died, Shelly never cared to use the money they left her, or the life insurance disbursements that came after their death. She couldn’t touch the bulk of it even if she wanted to prior to her thirtieth birthday, unless James and Lourdes Wilkerson allowed it. In the meantime, a living expense allotment was given to her and her college tuition had been paid from it. Otherwise she still had another four years to go before she could touch the funds without their permission.

Lourdes appeared surprised, but she didn’t say much after Shelly’s request. “Sounds serious.”

“I really want this, but I need to let them know soon.”

“I have to think about it and discuss this with James,” Lourdes replied, placing her napkin in her lap and giving the server time to set their plates in front of them before she continued. “But I need more than just words right now.”

Shelly nodded and reached for a binder she had placed on the chair beside her. “I have this for you to review to help you make your decision. It outlines everything you would probably want to know.”

Lourdes took it from Shelly and glanced down at the cover. She nodded subtly. “I’ll look it over and let you know. Now, what else is new with you?”

Shelly considered telling her that her roommate decided to move out last weekend after the lease she had with her expired, but chose not to. “Nothing much. How is everyone?”

Lourdes looked up and smiled. Shelly did not miss the tenderness in her eyes and knew her aunt couldn’t wait to share something about the family, but also avoided the topic to spare Shelly’s feelings. “I have pictures from the wedding with me this time.”

“I’d love to see them. I only saw the one they allowed to go public.” Shelly leaned forward, eager to catch a glimpse of her family. “If you don’t mind.”

“Of course, I don’t.” Lourdes pulled out her tablet and showed her the electronic gallery taken six months before. “My favorite is this one of all the flower girls throwing petals at Kenneth after the ceremony.”

Shelly smiled. It was a precious moment the photographer happened to catch on film. She slid her finger across the screen to get to the next image and saw one of Melody with her arms wrapped around Carlos’s neck. He was holding his daughter close and kissing the top of her head. They appeared to be surrounded by couples on the dance floor.

“Poor baby was a trooper that day. She didn’t complain once about her leg bothering her,” Lourdes explained, catching which photo Shelly was looking at. “Melody fell the day before the wedding and needed stitches. Carlos doted on her the entire time. Melody was so cute. She ate up every second of his attention.”

Shelly didn’t have to try too hard to imagine it. The way Carlos reacted during the whole ordeal still touched her. She never expected him to have a softer side.

“The next is one of all three boys,” Lourdes commented, bringing Shelly’s attention back to the photo gallery. “My sons are so handsome.”

Shelly swiped and an image of her three surrogate cousins smiled back at her. Jeremy, Kenneth and Andrew were caught in a candid moment laughing together. “They are.”

But what Shelly really wanted to do was return to the picture before it where Carlos held onto his little girl as if he never wanted to let her go. There was a time when her own father treated her the same way, but in the blink of an eye that changed.

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April 9 – Love Belvin (www.lovebelvin.com)

April 10 – MJ Kane (www.authormjkanebooks.wordpress.com)

April 11 – Christopher Bynum (www.theblackwriter.wordpress.com)

April 14 – Delaney Diamond (www.delaneydiamond.com)

April 15 – Sharon C. Cooper (www.sharoncooper.net)

April 16 – Candace Shaw (www.candaceshaw.net)

April 18 – Christina Jones (www.beingmrsjones.com)

 

About Tia Kelly

Tia Kelly may be witty and feisty on the outside, but she is a die hard romantic at heart. She likes to bring ‘life moments… one character at a time’ in the contemporary fiction and is the author of nine books.

In addition to her love for writing, reading, playing chef in her own kitchen and traveling, Tia loves to kick back with a glass of wine and a good game on her television screen. And if it’s baseball season, you will probably hear Tia shouting the loudest (or checking out the cuties in the dugout)!

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April 15, 2014 Posted by | Blog Guest | | 2 Comments

Playing for Love by Tia Kelly

Congratulations to author Tia Kelly on her new release! As part of Tia’s celebration, she’s giving away a free ebook copy of Playing for Love to one lucky winner! Just leave a comment in the comment section below, for your chance to win! NOTE: You must enter by 11:59pm today! The winner will be announced (in the comment’s section) Monday morning, December 2, 2013!

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Description:

Kenneth Wilkerson, baseball’s MVP of breaking hearts isn’t in Craymont looking for complications. With an injury that has him sidelined from the game he loves, and the latest scandal in his wake involving a woman who is very much engaged to someone else, the last thing he needs is to get mixed up with Paige Scott.

Paige Scott, a former party-girl, has a very murky past and even murkier relationship with Kenneth’s best friend Carlos Ortiz. Paige knows Carlos watched her go from it girl to broken and when she finally healed, he made it clear to her that he would not step aside to let another man in just to do it again.

But Kenneth lets nothing stand between him and what he loves.

Love for the game… his family… and her.

PLAYING FOR LOVE is the first novel from the Wilkersons in Love series. Tia Kelly invites you to come meet the Wilkersons and get ready to fall in love.

Excerpt

“Open the door, Paige,” Kenneth demanded in between knocks.

He pulled up just in time to see her walk into her front door. His athlete’s reflexes were not enough to make it before she slammed it in his face.

Finally the door swung open. “I need you to leave.”

Kenneth pushed himself inside and reached out to tilt her face upward. He felt the dampness on her skin and felt worse.

“I probably shouldn’t have left, but I didn’t know what to expect after last night.”

Paige pulled back, wrapping her arms around herself. “You didn’t know? Or didn’t care.”

Kenneth leaned against the wall and let his head fall back. “Paige, you were drunk.”

“And that makes this better?”

“No, it doesn’t.”

He looked at her while she took a seat at the bottom of her steps.

“Why did you do that?”

Paige looked away, chewing nervously on her lip while tugging at her shirtsleeve. “I don’t know.”

“I think you do.”

“Is that what you do? Psychoanalyze the women you sleep with the morning after?”

“Paige, I don’t have any regrets about last night except for one.”

She looked up and searched his face to prepare her for what he was about to say. “And that is?”

“That I was the only one that actually wanted to be there.”

Paige pulled back and stared at him. “You make it sound like I used you.”

“Didn’t you?”

Paige huffed. “We have to work together until you’re released back to your team. I can’t have this conversation with you every time we cross paths.”

“And you won’t.” He stared back to her and sat on the staircase next to her. “Look at me, Paige.”

She glanced up, releasing the edge of her sleeve. Her expectancy and uncertainty warned him that whatever he had to say, he needed to be careful in how he delivered it.

“Typically, I don’t care about what happens the morning after, but there’s something in your eyes that tells me last night was more than just a one nighter for you.”

“What makes you think that?”

“Because last night scared me, too.”

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December 1, 2013 Posted by | Uncategorized | , | 21 Comments

The Love Sessions by Author Tia Kelly

Today I have the pleasure of spotlighting The Love Sessions, the latest release by author Tia Kelly.

The Love SessionsAbout The Love Sessions

Four couples discover the hard way that wedding vows are meant to be more than just words.

In Sickness and in Health

After a whirlwind courtship, Eric West and Shelby Bryan (featured in the prequel “Love’s Rebound”) elope. When their love loses its shine, the toll it takes on their marriage leads them down a detrimental path.

For Richer For Poorer

Secrets brought Terrence Baker and Alexis Norwood (featured in the prequel “Save Me From You”) together and now secrets threaten to tear them apart.

Do Us Part

Donovan Sinclair adores his wife Mya (featured in the prequel “Give Me You”) and lives to make her happy. Until one day, the one marital vow they never imagined experiencing ends it all – death.

With this Ring

Keri Waters arrives to the Poconos ready to pick a wedding date with her fiancé, but when she meets Nathan Garrett, she learns how it really feels to have a man love, honor and cherish her.

The Love Sessions is a full-length novel.

The Love Sessions (an excerpt)

Donovan & Mya

Donovan glanced at the monitors while refusing to let go of his wife’s hand. The strong, solid beat of his son’s heart could be heard throughout the room and according to the doctor and nurses, it was perfect.

Of course his firstborn, his namesake to be, would be perfect. He was the product of the love Donovan and Mya shared. It would only be fitting that their son would be born on the fourteenth of February.

The day Donovan accompanied Mya to her ultrasound appointment she had insisted that they should wait to find out the sex. Impatient and wanting to control as much as possible, he argued otherwise. As usual, they compromised.

Donovan could keep a secret. He almost did it too well. If he was a gambling man, he could have made a fortune playing poker. Mya gave the technician and doctor permission to share their unborn child’s sex with her husband as long as he would allow her the moment of surprise in the delivery room.

In the months to follow, Donovan asked his wife to select a décor befitting a boy’s room and something she would like for a little girl. Then he commissioned an outside source to help him shop and prepare the baby’s nursery as a welcome home surprise for the mother and child.

Donovan knew Mya was impatient at times and struggled relinquishing control on occasion. He had a lock installed temporarily on the nursery door to keep his wife from snooping. During a babymoon vacation, a trip they made together a few weeks before she went into labor to celebrate their time alone before the baby arrived, the decorator put the finishing touches on the room.

The only thing Mya was allowed to see of the nursery prior to the great reveal was a mural Donovan had painted on the wall. It was his first time painting since college and the task was an honor for him. They also agreed on two names suitable for a son and daughter. Despite all of his restraint, it took a lot of effort to not mention the little boy’s nickname when he was talking to her growing belly every day.

Donovan watched the monitor intently and noticed a wave forming high on the printout. Mya gripped his hand tightly as Donovan already knew another contraction was coming. He reached for the photo she had taken of the mural as her focal point and moved it into her line of vision. Mya had insisted that the photograph would keep her eye on the prize – the moment when she would carry her newborn into the room for the very first time.

“Just breathe, baby,” he coached her. From the sidelines, he was trying to be the perfect birthing coach, but inside he felt like last season’s jelly shimmying out of a mason jar. He, too, focused on the youthful mural of Citizens Bank Park, home of the Philadelphia Phillies. Donovan was a devout Boston Red Sox fan, but knew his wife had a devotion to her hometown sports teams.

With a sly grin, he couldn’t wait to show her the custom newborn Red Sox jersey he had waiting in his bag. “Trey” and the number three would be part of their son’s going home from the hospital attire. Donovan itched to wear his own jersey with the number two, as he was now the second of three Sinclair men named Donovan.

Confidently, Mya worked through that wave of pain and each subsequent one until the doctor finally told them it was time. With each contraction, she focused on the one person that could get her through it all – Donovan.

Donovan was her own knight in beautiful, smooth bronzed armor. His skin still glowed from the sunrays they experienced three weeks ago on the beach in Florida. That was once he finally eased up after stressing over Mya like a frantic father to be. Her obstetrician had cleared her for air travel one final time and Mya wanted to take advantage of warmer weather after a brutal winter was well under way in the northeast.

Despite feeling fat and out of place in the midst of long legged beauties playing in the white sand, Donovan reminded Mya that she was beautiful and exquisite every minute he could. He had her walking with a protruding stomach and newfound confidence in her swimsuits and sundresses, turning more heads than the gorgeous ladies of Miami everywhere they went.

Now in the homestretch, Mya looked down at her bare, trembling thighs shaking under the pressure of her hard labor. After ten hours, Donovan Xavier Sinclair, III was about to take his very first breath, but Mya was so exhausted that she wanted to call a time out.

“I can’t do this anymore. Let’s just go home and try again tomorrow,” Mya cried. Several bouts of pushing had rapidly drained what energy she had left.

Donovan chuckled at his wife and kissed the back of her hand. “The baby is right there, honey. I see the head! Just a couple more tries and our little one will be here before you know it.”

Mya didn’t care what Donovan or anyone else in the room had to say. She was hungry and tired. Wanting to desperately hold her bundle of joy in her arms made the wait even harder. Damn she could go for a cheesesteak right now!

“Maybe if I had something to eat, I can get my energy up.”

“I promise you. As soon as the baby gets here, I will bring you whatever you want to eat. Now, let’s focus. Just try really hard once more, okay?”

Donovan watched his wife’s obstetrician carefully, picking up on each cue. The moment he saw the doctor lean in toward Mya, he knew another push would soon be needed.

“I need you to give us a really big push this time, Mya,” Dr. Wagner instructed.

Mya exerted all of the energy she could muster and with the aid of Donovan sitting behind her and holding her weakened body upright, she forced out the one last push she had inside of her. Mya felt a hot flame shoot up from her thighs as it coursed to her brain. With a forceful growl, she cried out in agony.

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About the Author:
Tia Kelly may be witty and feisty on the outside, but she is a die hard romantic that is always looking for a happy ending while rooting for the underdog. In addition to her love for writing, reading and traveling, Tia loves to kick back with a glass of wine and a good game on her television screen.
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