Feel by Karen-Anne Stewart - Book Blitz
Book & Author Details:
Feel by Karen-Anne Stewart
Publication date: December 2014
Genres: New Adult, Paranormal Romance
Publication date: December 2014
Genres: New Adult, Paranormal Romance
Synopsis:
The one whose emotions I can’t feel is the one who makes me feel the most.
I was a sensitive,
at least that’s what I was told by the boy who saved me from the
overwhelming emotions that consumed my soul, the boy who saved me from
myself when my gift became stronger. Through the years, he was my redemption, my reason to take my next breath…then, he was gone.
Jensen
always told me I was strong, but I didn’t believe him until I was
forced to be strong on my own, and I kept breathing without him. I’ve
taken 42 million breaths since the moment he sent me away. Now, four
years later, he’s standing in front of me, and I can barely breathe.
This
isn’t just a story about the abilities I possess; it’s a story about
something much stronger…the love of the man who possesses every part of
me.
***Disclaimer – Feel is intended for readers 18+ due to strong language, mature scenes, and some violence.
Book trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SoWsYWu9jik
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AUTHOR BIO
Karen-Anne
Stewart has always adored reading and has now fallen in love with
writing. Her written works are The Rain Trilogy: Saving Rain, Healing
Rain, and After the Rain. Her debut novel, Saving Rain: The First Novel
in The Rain Trilogy, was a nominee for the Book Junkie’s Choice Awards
and is a nominee for the 2013 RONE Awards.
When Karen-Anne isn’t writing, she enjoys spending time with her family and friends, hiking, and visiting new places. She fuels her addiction of creating new stories by her only other addiction, caffeine, and listening to a myriad of musical genres. Tucked away near the Blue Ridge Mountains, Karen-Anne lives with her husband, daughter, two dogs, and their cat. She plans on writing new adult romance as long as her fingers maintain dexterity.
When Karen-Anne isn’t writing, she enjoys spending time with her family and friends, hiking, and visiting new places. She fuels her addiction of creating new stories by her only other addiction, caffeine, and listening to a myriad of musical genres. Tucked away near the Blue Ridge Mountains, Karen-Anne lives with her husband, daughter, two dogs, and their cat. She plans on writing new adult romance as long as her fingers maintain dexterity.
https://twitter.com/SKarenAnne
Excerpt:
“You know why I did that!
I sent you away to protect you, Saige,” I yell, raking my hands roughly
through my hair, trying to expel the guilt and pain. “I’ve never stopped protecting you…never.”
The hurt in her eyes kills me, and I step closer to her,
slowly running a strand of her hair through my fingers. “And, what do you think of me now, Saige?” I
ask, needing her to understand, to know that I never stopped loving her, and
desperately needing her absolution.
Her eyes fill with tears as she takes a step away from
me. The sadness in her voice rips
through my soul, “Fuck Superman.”
The ache in my chest intensifies. Her breathing is labored as she glares at me,
her fists coiled tightly at her side.
She brings her soft, full bottom lip punishingly between her teeth
again. Her eyes are screaming at me, but
she says nothing. A full minute passes
as I search for the right words to say.
My time runs out as she blinks back tears before turning to leave.
“What are you going to do?” I yell after her
pathetically.
“Find him,” Saige states simply, not taking the time to
slow down.
“By yourself? What
the hell do you plan to do with him after you find him, Saige?”
“Stop him,” she replies, quickening her pace.
“Will you stop walking already and answer me with more
detail than two fucking words?”
Andy catches up and pushes me to the side, “Don’t get her
talking more! I like her a helluva lot better when she uses less words.”
“Shut-up, Andy,” I warn before damning my pride and
running after her. When I grab Saige’s
arm, she flinches and tries to pull away.
I immediately release her, shocked by her reaction. “I’m
not going to hurt you,” I barely manage to force the words out through the pain
crushing my chest as I witness the brief shot of fear in her eyes.
Her lips part like she’s going to give another smartass
remark, but she closes them, pressing those full lips together so tightly they
start to pale.
“You don’t have to do this. You can walk away and start over somewhere
else. I’ll help you, Saige. I taught you how to control the emotions. No one has to know what you can do, and you
can have a life without all of this.”
“You might be
able to just walk away from people, but I can’t do something like that so
easily,” she seethes, the pain burning so brightly it sets my heart on fire.
Her eyes close, darkening when she opens them again, “If I walk away, people
die. I won’t let that happen just so I
can have some pathetic semblance of a normal life.”
Her bottom lip starts to tremble before it’s quickly sent
back to its persecutor and bit so hard I flinch for her and quickly rub my
thumb against the punished flesh, freeing the tender skin before it begins to
bleed.
“Walking away from you was the hardest thing I’ve ever
done,” I growl, wanting to suck her lip into my mouth and taste its sweetness
like I’ve done a thousand times in the past.
Damn, I want her so badly, my body aches. “I just wanted you to have a real chance to
put all the shit behind you.”
Taking a step closer to me, her eyes sear my entire
being. The intoxicating scent of her
kills me, but it’s her agony that is torturing as she whispers, “You expect me
to just walk away from them to save myself?”
The bitter laugh that leaves her lips is so unlike the Saige I
remember. Her eyes close again. When they open, they hold me prisoner as she
asks, “Could you?”
I run my hand down her neck and gently fist her hair as I
lean so close, I can feel the warmth of her breath against my lips. “You have no idea what I would do, just how
far I would go, when it comes to you, Saige.”
She swallows hard and her voice breaks, “Yes, I do.”
For a few seconds, I see the old Saige, a spark of the
innocence that beckoned me like saving grace thirteen years ago. Then, her fist connects hard against my jaw
before I have the chance to see it coming.
Biting back a pained grunt, I roughly swipe my hand against my lip,
wiping away the blood. My anger vanishes
as soon as I see her body trembling. The
wild look in her eyes rips my fucking heart out.
“Stay away from me, Jensen,” Saige whispers so quietly, I
can barely hear her.
“Let me help you.”
She spins, never breaking her pace as she walks backwards
and holds up her wrists, “No thanks; you’ve already shown me your version of
help, twice, and I’d prefer to save my own ass.”
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