Title: Forever Kinda Love Author: Clara Stone Release date: August 15th, 2014 Genre: Contemporary Romance Age Group: Mature Young Adult Cover Design: Regina Wamba at Mae I Design & PhotographyNow available at: Kindle | Nook | Kobo |iBooks |Paperback |Signed Paperback (US only)
Life’s. Little. Surprises.
The last thing seven-year-old Carrigan "Ace" Casper foresaw was an eight- year-old Heath Lovelly walking into her life the day her mother died. From that moment on, Heath sticks by her side, slowly becoming her strength, her confidant, and her entire world. What she doesn’t know is, she's his saving grace, too.
Ten years later, Ace is handed another crippling challenge that threatens everything in her almost perfect life. Only, this time, she doesn't turn to Heath, hiding the truth instead. But Heath knows Ace too well and won't back down easily. He's ready to do whatever it takes and will stay by her side until she accepts that their love is the kinda love worth fighting for. Will he be her forever triumph or her unexpected downfall?
Two lives. One story. And an unexpected journey to falling in love.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Priya Kanaparti lives in the beautiful city of Boise, ID. Unlike what most believe about Idaho, it’s more than a sack full of potatoes. When she’s not writing, you’ll catch Priya reading YA and NA books, mostly romance, and enjoying time with her family. She is a proud CW TV addict. She also write Mature YA and New Adult romance under the name Clara Stone. She is published through Reuts Publications.
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“Don’t,” he says without looking at me.
“You don’t even know what I was going to say.” I defend myself.
“Yes, I do.” He turns to face me, his features unreadable. “You were going to apologize.”
I shake my head. “Dude, you don’t know me that well. I was going to say that I don’t think these modifications are going to work.” I gesture to the ragged remnants of our project.
A small smile lifts the corners of his lips, and I grin wide.
“Why are you so annoying?”
I feign innocence. “Why are you being a jerk?”
He sighs, shaking his head, the smile still lurking at the edges of his mouth.
“How about I sweep, and you pick up tools?” I offer, looking warily at the tools scattered around the room.
“Why are you so damn afraid of tools?”
“I’m not afraid.” I walk forward and grab the handle of the broom, tugging at it. He doesn’t budge, holding it in a firm grip.
“Let go,” I say, pulling at it again.
“Answer my question,” he counters, staring at me with one eyebrow raised.
“I’m just . . . cautiously aware of the dangers that surround them.”
“You’re a strange girl, Carrigan.”
I stick my tongue out and jerk the broom from his grip. “It takes one to see one.”
“You do realize you just called me a girl,” he says.
“I also noticed you didn’t deny the accusation.” I wink at his perplexed expression before turning away to start sweeping.