Release Blitz: Sticks by T. Gephart
Title: Sticks
Series: Black Addiction #2
Author: T. Gephart
Genre: Rock Star Romance
Release Date: February 28,
2016
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.
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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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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