The Book
Book 1 of the Daydreaming series
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Romantic Comedy
About Kenna’s Reverie:
Kenna is a pretty typical single mom. She takes her 5 kids to dance, soccer, and scouts. She just happens to make her living as an erotic book blogger. She has accepted the fact that she will probably always be single, until her dream fantasy man is sitting right in front of her.Source: Info in the About Kenna’s Reverie was from the press kit from the publicity team.
Jax likes control. He’s never considered love or romance as an option, just as a necessary means to win a woman he’s interested in. So when he eyes a beautiful woman at a coffee shop and can’t stop thinking about her, he wonders what he has to do to possess her.
This is the hilarious story of two people who in a world of dreams are made for each other, but in reality could not be more incompatible. Will they find a way to make the dreams that live in their fantasies real, or are they destined to live without each other?
Author’s Note:
The Daydreaming novella series takes place in the same world as the Faultlines series and while there are many crossover elements, it is not the same story or direct sequel. While readers of that series will enjoy seeing characters in this series, you do not need to read one to read the other because it is not a direct sequel. This series is more erotic in nature, with lots of sexual situations, as well as a rather colorful choice of the English language (read- there’s a lot of swearing), so please note that this book is for mature audiences.
Excerpt:
(Kenna)
I sat in my usual seat in the corner of the coffee shop, sipping on an iced mocha and blogging. My chestnut curls were clipped up in a messy quick up-do, with a few tendrils popping out and covering my eyes. I blew away a few strands as I continued to type, focusing solely on my work.
As I finished, I ran spell check, then clicked the wonderful “publish” button. Oh, but it wasn’t done there. I had to then share the link on all of my social media accounts, as well as reply to comments from the day before.
You see, blogging is a full time job. For some, it may be a casual hobby; but for me, and for the true professional bloggers, it takes an obscene amount of hours to keep everything a well-oiled machine.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining, I love my job. It is literally a dream come true to be able to read and blog and be paid to do so.
On this particular day, however, everything felt normal. What I was unaware of, however, was this day was the catalyst that would lead to a series of events that would change the course of my life.
Okay, maybe I’m being a little dramatic.
Either way, this day, to me, at that time, sitting in that corner booth, it felt like a normal day.
After several hours of hunching over my laptop and after three four okay it was five iced mochas, I was about to head out for the day.
I decided to check my Kindle and pick a book to read for the evening before leaving.
I swiped the screen and scrolled through my library, chewing on the end of a pencil as I looked through my vast collection, debating which novel I was going to dive into next.
Have you ever had that sense that someone was watching you? When all the little hairs on the back of your neck stand straight up, and you just KNOW that someone is watching?
Yeah. So that’s what happened next.
I looked up and around and spotted him.
How could I possibly describe that moment?
Blue eyes as light and clear as the sea, jet black hair left just long enough to be a perfect mix of pretentious and bad-boy, a perfectly tailored Armani suit, and day old stubble that made him appear like he stepped straight off of a Parisian runway and ended up in this tiny hipster coffee shop.
And he was staring. Right. At. Me.
Don’t get me wrong, Richmond is full of gorgeous guys. Not that I was the girl who had experience with them, but still.
This one, though, he took gorgeous to another level.
I blinked a few times and then started to pack my stuff into my bag, looking down and focusing on the task of getting out of there.
I felt the table lean slightly and looked up to see Mr. Sexy sitting across from me, with a penetrating gaze that made my heart skip just a few beats.
Again, I’m a little dramatic. Deal with it.
“Hello.” He said smoothly.
“Um….hi?” I squeaked out as a question.
“I’ve been watching you.” He said, eyeing me curiously.
“Yes, I noticed.” I said, trying my hardest to not sound unhinged.
What the hell is going on here?
“I’d like to take you out.” He stated.
Fuck me, I’d like to take you out, you gorgeous piece of man.
Instead of swooning, or responding as a normal single woman might react when a gorgeous specimen shows interest, what did I do?
I laughed.
Not even cute giggles. Nope. Snort, damn near peed my pants, hysterical laughter.
Nope, I’m not kidding.
“Is something funny?” he asked annoyed.
“Who put you up to this?” I said between laughs while wiping the tears from my eyes.
“Excuse me?” He questioned, eyes narrowing.
“Seriously, who was it? Victoria? Steph? Was it Amy? You tell whoever it was that payback is a bitch.” My laughter subsided, but I was still red from my episode. I fanned my face a little and stood up to leave.
I leaned in and winked at the walking orgasm and whispered. “Tell them they did good. You’re perfect.”
Then I sashayed out the door still giggling at the whole experience.
My van was parked right in front of the window, and when I climbed in I saw him still sitting at my table, but running his hands through his hair and looking exasperated.
I wondered if I ruined the joke by catching on so quickly. Maybe they wanted it to last a little longer. Well, jokes on them.
Bitches.
I started the ignition and looked up to see him standing and looking straight at me through the windows.
Hot damn that’s one gorgeous man. Sweet baby Jesus.
I shook my head laughing once more and headed out of the parking lot.
I sat in my usual seat in the corner of the coffee shop, sipping on an iced mocha and blogging. My chestnut curls were clipped up in a messy quick up-do, with a few tendrils popping out and covering my eyes. I blew away a few strands as I continued to type, focusing solely on my work.
As I finished, I ran spell check, then clicked the wonderful “publish” button. Oh, but it wasn’t done there. I had to then share the link on all of my social media accounts, as well as reply to comments from the day before.
You see, blogging is a full time job. For some, it may be a casual hobby; but for me, and for the true professional bloggers, it takes an obscene amount of hours to keep everything a well-oiled machine.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining, I love my job. It is literally a dream come true to be able to read and blog and be paid to do so.
On this particular day, however, everything felt normal. What I was unaware of, however, was this day was the catalyst that would lead to a series of events that would change the course of my life.
Okay, maybe I’m being a little dramatic.
Either way, this day, to me, at that time, sitting in that corner booth, it felt like a normal day.
After several hours of hunching over my laptop and after three four okay it was five iced mochas, I was about to head out for the day.
I decided to check my Kindle and pick a book to read for the evening before leaving.
I swiped the screen and scrolled through my library, chewing on the end of a pencil as I looked through my vast collection, debating which novel I was going to dive into next.
Have you ever had that sense that someone was watching you? When all the little hairs on the back of your neck stand straight up, and you just KNOW that someone is watching?
Yeah. So that’s what happened next.
I looked up and around and spotted him.
How could I possibly describe that moment?
Blue eyes as light and clear as the sea, jet black hair left just long enough to be a perfect mix of pretentious and bad-boy, a perfectly tailored Armani suit, and day old stubble that made him appear like he stepped straight off of a Parisian runway and ended up in this tiny hipster coffee shop.
And he was staring. Right. At. Me.
Don’t get me wrong, Richmond is full of gorgeous guys. Not that I was the girl who had experience with them, but still.
This one, though, he took gorgeous to another level.
I blinked a few times and then started to pack my stuff into my bag, looking down and focusing on the task of getting out of there.
I felt the table lean slightly and looked up to see Mr. Sexy sitting across from me, with a penetrating gaze that made my heart skip just a few beats.
Again, I’m a little dramatic. Deal with it.
“Hello.” He said smoothly.
“Um….hi?” I squeaked out as a question.
“I’ve been watching you.” He said, eyeing me curiously.
“Yes, I noticed.” I said, trying my hardest to not sound unhinged.
What the hell is going on here?
“I’d like to take you out.” He stated.
Fuck me, I’d like to take you out, you gorgeous piece of man.
Instead of swooning, or responding as a normal single woman might react when a gorgeous specimen shows interest, what did I do?
I laughed.
Not even cute giggles. Nope. Snort, damn near peed my pants, hysterical laughter.
Nope, I’m not kidding.
“Is something funny?” he asked annoyed.
“Who put you up to this?” I said between laughs while wiping the tears from my eyes.
“Excuse me?” He questioned, eyes narrowing.
“Seriously, who was it? Victoria? Steph? Was it Amy? You tell whoever it was that payback is a bitch.” My laughter subsided, but I was still red from my episode. I fanned my face a little and stood up to leave.
I leaned in and winked at the walking orgasm and whispered. “Tell them they did good. You’re perfect.”
Then I sashayed out the door still giggling at the whole experience.
My van was parked right in front of the window, and when I climbed in I saw him still sitting at my table, but running his hands through his hair and looking exasperated.
I wondered if I ruined the joke by catching on so quickly. Maybe they wanted it to last a little longer. Well, jokes on them.
Bitches.
I started the ignition and looked up to see him standing and looking straight at me through the windows.
Hot damn that’s one gorgeous man. Sweet baby Jesus.
I shook my head laughing once more and headed out of the parking lot.
Meet The Author
Claire grew up in Texas, but her family moved to Virginia in 2001. She now resides in Richmond with her husband, 4 children (2 sets of twins!), and their fur babies.
She blogs over at The Granger Bunch and has her first novel releasing this summer! "When Faults Collide" is a contemporary romance, the first of the "Faultlines" series! She is already working on book two of the series as well as a non fiction and a few other exciting projects!
She is passionate about racial identity and equality issues, foster care, adoption, and non-profits that work to help victims of sexual assault and trafficking.
She is shamelessly addicted to romance, erotica, dark/twisted/taboo, smutty, sexy, anti-hero, flawed hero, controlling, mind blowing books! Basically everything that would make her mother cry. ;)
She loves hearing from her readers- it keeps her going! Thank you so much for all of your continued support!
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