Thursday, July 2, 2015

Until It's Not by K. S. Thomas- Release Blitz



until it's Not


AUTHOR: K.S. Thomas
GENRE: Contemporary Romance
COVER DESIGN: KG Cover Art
CONTENT WARNING: Adult language

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*****UNTIL IT'S NOT is a Short Story intended to compliment the novel WITH WHOM WE SPEND OUR LIVES***** It's been five years since I've seen him. Five years of growing up and growing apart. But every second we've spent separated by time and distance will disappear the second I see him. The second I feel his touch. He's mine. I'm his. And nothing and no one will ever be able to change that. I may be young. And I may not know much of anything...but I know him, and therefore I know at least one thing for sure: Love is EVERYTHING in this life.


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Breathless, from nerves and the way my heart is expanding in my chest and crushing my lungs, I come to a stop within a few feet of where he stands. He’s so focused on scanning the sandy seaweed at his feet for turtle shells, he hasn’t even noticed me yet.

I swallow several times, trying to will my vocal chords back into existence. Finally, I find them.

“Hey.” Not as poignant a first statement as I’d hoped to make, but it’s enough.

Before he even moves his head to look at me, I know that he’s recognized the sound of my voice.

“Pickle.” No trace of a question in his tone. Just that same ridiculous nickname he stuck me with when I was fourteen and hated the idea of being called ‘babe’ or ‘baby’, or anything even remotely generic. So, I got Pickle. A name I hated even more. Until I loved it because he loved me, and hearing him call me Pickle was like hearing the words ‘I love you’ every time.

For a long moment, we just stand there, staring back and forth, our eyes locked onto each other’s souls and seeing everything we already know is there, but had to go without all this time we spent apart.

Then, without uttering a single word, we both come together in one fluid motion, his arms wrapping around my waist, pressing my body to his while my hands reach up and run through his thick, dark hair. It’s still soft and curls at the ends. He needs a haircut. He always needs a haircut.

My eyes flutter shut just as his lips sink into mine and finally, I’m home.
 

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Dog Lover who likes her pastries full of cream and sugar….oh…and I write some ;-)
Aside from being an author, I am also a mom to a beautiful 5 year old little girl. I tell everyone I named her after my great-grandmother (because that’s the mature answer), but really, I named her after my favorite princess – just so happens I got lucky and they had the same name…If I wasn’t a writer, I would work on a horse ranch – I’m an animal lover (in addition to dogs, horses are at the top of my list). I wear flip-flops pretty much everywhere I go. I would rather stay awake until 5 am than get up at 5 am (years of bar tending have left their mark), if I can, I’m going to the beach AND I will always be nice to people who bring me chocolate…or coffee…if you bring me both, I’ll probably love you forever.A gypsy at heart, I write the way I live, following the story wherever it may lead, always ready to start the next one. This is clearly reflected in my body of work which to date includes everything from Children’s Lit to Thrillers.

I happily reside in sunny Florida (for now) and always enjoy hearing from fellow readers!!


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