I have a guest today – my good friend K-Lee Klein – who is here to tell us a little about her brand new release, especially for Valentine’s Day. Hi K-Lee
Thank you, Elin, for having me here today. I appreciate being able to showcase my first self-published release. Lucky in Loveland comes out on February 13 and it’s the first in a new series called Welcome to Loveland.
Why is Valentine’s Day important to you?
My birthday is two days before Valentine’s Day so it’s never been a big thing to me since even when I was little the two were lumped together. I think when you have first boyfriends and such, it becomes more of a big deal, then again when you’re first married. I’ve been married for 28 years so it’s really no more than just another day, though I do still buy my husband & grown kids little cards and chocolate.
As a writer, it is important to me because it’s the perfect excuse to write some fluffy, sappy romance. As much as I love writing angst and breaking my characters, I adore getting their fluff on, too. Lucky in Loveland falls into that vein, but with non-fluff potential. Lol.
Do you have a favourite character in Lucky in Loveland?
That’s a tough one because I wrote it from both POVs. Lucky is hard to not love because he’s like this large lovable, clumsy Golden Retriever, especially when it comes to Jack. But Jack is awesome too—very chill and easily amused by Lucky, but also flattered by his silly attentions. Together they are very sweet.
What are you working on next?
I’m working on a story for MLR’s Storming Love collection. The theme this time is Heatwave so I’m writing a rock star and lawyer on a tour bus. Ha. That’s all I can say. Otherwise, I have so many WIPs on the go, especially with Amber Quill closing its doors on March 31, and I also need to find homes for all those books.
What I’m hoping to start soon is the novel edition of my two short stories Lazy Sundays and Lazy Valentines. I’m going to put them together in one book with the rest of Devon and Scott’s story. And I have a series called Forever in Blue Jeans about high school friends who meet up before their 10-year reunion to catch up on what’s happening in their lives. It’s waiting patiently—or not so much—in my head with my muse knocking on my skull to get it done.
Unfortunately, I have too much on the go and too much in my brain all at once. I could really use a duplicate of myself to share the load.
To thank everyone for stopping by, I’m giving away one ebook copy of Lucky in Loveland. Leave your name, email address, and a comment Valentine’s Day, and I’ll pick a winner on February 18.
Happy Valentine’s Day.
Lucky in Loveland (Welcome to Loveland, book 1)
Available February 13, 2016
Loveland, Colorado is a special place all year around, a community of creativity and art, with scenic views and majestic mountains. But the town really shines once a year, on Valentine’s Day.
Lucky Roberts has lived in Loveland his whole life. He has good friends, strong family support, and is all about keeping his community fun and alive. The only thing Lucky has been “unlucky” with is love. But rather than avoiding February fourteenth in his hometown, he throws himself into helping others deliver their messages of love.
Enter Jack Canon. Jack moved to Loveland for a fresh start, in both his personal and professional lives. After a tough year, he’s finally hoping to just blend in, maybe carve a little niche for himself that his parents would have been proud of. What he didn’t expect was a pseudo-lumberjack with a killer body and shy smile to turn his world upside down – and he sure didn’t expect to like it so much.
When Lucky meets Jack, he feels like a thirteen year-old with his first crush. He’s clumsy, stammering, and the first greeting out of his mouth is a less than articulate, “Wow!” Words like adorable and manbun suddenly become part of his vocabulary as he discovers a deep, hidden need to romance the hell out of Jack.
And what better way to do that than during the most romantic season in the City of Love?
Available February 13
…Lucky filed that bit of information away. It was practically sacrilege to live in Colorado without knowing how to skate, and the festival was mandatory for anyone in Loveland. Even if you got off the bus yesterday, you’d have already heard about the festival. Or so Lucky thought.
He spoke to the kids, though. “You know how the whole town comes out to dance and sing and just have a good time? Well, it’s the same for the community sports and the big game. People like to get together with their families and neighbors to support all the players. And because both teams always have all different types of people, different levels of players, everyone cheers for everyone, right? And that means the whole community wins.”
He was quite proud of his little presentation, even though it only lasted another ragged ten minutes or so. The kids had obviously had enough sitting still and being on their best behavior. Lucky totally understood that. He’d been one of those squirming, hyperactive kids growing-up, and the part he’d been looking forward to most was up next.
With a conspiratorial glance at Jack, Lucky retrieved the bags he’d left by the desk. He had to choke-off his own childish squeal as he handed-out the miniature foam hockey sticks and pucks, much to the enthusiastic delight of the kids. He wasn’t sure Mr. Jack was entirely struck on the idea, but by the time he considered checking with him, Lucky was already sprawled on the floor with his oversized hands stuffed into foam goalie gloves. This is my show ‘n tell. His legs spread wide as pucks were shot, kicked, and even thrown at him, Lucky let them rack up their goals, confident the pucks were soft enough to do him no damage. He protected his package with great skill.
By the time Jack called a time-out, Lucky was breathless from laughing and the kids were worked into a total frenzy. He hoped he hadn’t caused Jack too much trouble. He even tried to feel sorry for Jack—he really did—but he was too happy to care, Maybe, just maybe, he could make it up to him later. Did kindergarten kids still have naptime? Lucky thought he could use one too.
Lucky watched transfixed as Jack settled the kids into a coloring exercise with barely any fuss or attitude. He remembered coloring had always been one of his favorite parts of school. That, and recess, of course. Jack obviously had impressive rugrat managaement skills.
“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, as he was shrugging back into his coat. “I should have checked with you first about the hands-on demo. I thought it would be fun.”
Jack didn’t appear bothered, even gave Lucky a wry smirk. “Could have been way worse. I’m glad you didn’t ply them with sugar like Fire Chief Kent. They buzzed around like they were on Ecstasy for the rest of the day.”
“Doesn’t E make you mellow, not hyper?”
“Shows you how much I know about recreational drugs, I guess.” He spoke quietly out of the corner of one side of his mouth in some sexy New Yorker way, and if Lucky hadn’t been smitten before, he would have been zapped from then on. “Anyway, thanks for coming in. I think you’ve turned out to be their favorite guest for community month. Maybe I’ll see you around town.”
“Yeah, about that.” Lucky couldn’t help succumbing to his nervous habit, rubbing the back of his neck and dipping his head. “I do feel bad about getting them all hopped-up on fun. Can I buy you a cup of coffee or something?”
Jack snickered, as he snuck a peek around the corner of the cloakroom. “I really should get back to the kids. Not sure the moms and dads would like me sneaking out.”
“What? No. I didn’t mean it like—” Jack’s smirk stopped Lucky dead in his tracks. “That was mean, but you got me. Well played, sir.”
“I like you when you’re flustered.”
With a snort, Lucky rubbed the back of his head. “You’ve never seen me flustered.”
“Um, really? …and I quote…wow.”
Lucky blushed. “Is that a yes, then?” he asked while his heart hammered in his ears.
“How about dinner on me, since you were such a hit today? You know, Bettie’s, that diner down the street, say six o’clock?”
Had he ever got an easier date in his life? Or non-date or whatever. “You’ve got yourself a deal. We can talk about who’s paying when we’re finished. You might not want to fork out money for my company, after all.”
The amused expression on Jack’s face would have been pure comedy if Lucky hadn’t suddenly felt so mortified at his own words. He bit his bottom lip until a metallic taste flooded his mouth, a flush settling in for the winter from his neck to the tips of his ears while Jack snickered into his hand.
“I didn’t realize it was that kind of dinner.”
“What? No…shit…I mean, dammit.” Lucky felt like such an idiot. He kind of liked Jack for that. “You got me again.”
“You’re too easy.”
“I’m not touching that with a ten-foot pole. Six o’clock. I’ll be there. Say goodbye to the little monsters for me.” He’d swaggered his way about two doors down the hall when he called out to Jack again. “Oh, hey!
Jack turned from where he’d been shutting his door. “Yes, Mr. Lucky?”
“My mom’s an artist, too. I think you’d like her.”
“Acrylic paint on your fingers. Hers are the same. Later, dude.”
K-lee Klein has lived in one part of Western Canada or another for her entire life. She’s a doting mother of three now-grown kids, and has had characters and plots running around her head for as long as she can remember. In an attempt to avoid major writer’s block, she keeps the image of muse on her leg so he can’t run off too far, unfortunately it doesn’t work all the time. K-lee’s days consist of planning her next tattoo design for her growing collection, having a lot of baths since her muse loves the water, and fighting off an abundance of fabulous gay men, large and small who continually bounce off the walls of her skull, competing for their turns to tell their stories.
Among her favourite sub-genres to read and write are rock stars, cowboys, shifters, friends-to-lovers, and opposites-attract relationships. But to be honest, she’s open to almost anything if it involves messing around in the heads of her characters. She’s also big on series—because she has a hard time letting her characters go—and is usually working on a handful of stories in various stages of completion all at the same time.
Places to find K-lee.
Website – kleeklein.com
Blog – http://chaosinthemoonlight.blogspot.ca
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Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/kleemoon
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