My Thoughts
I fell head over heart for Joey. He is hilarious and sweet and most definitely swoon worthy. When he finds out that Kenzie is preggo after their one night together, he doesn't run in the other direction. He doesn't accuse her of trying to trap him. He steps up and in the process Kenzie and he fall so hard for each other. I loved their banter. I loved all those phone calls and texts. I just really loved these two together. They had a few bumps along the way, but really ended up being soul mates. I so enjoyed their story.
I give Sticks 5 hearts!
About the Book
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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About the Author
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.
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