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The Space Between
Author: Victoria H. Smith
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 2, 2013

Buy Links: Amazon

Description:

When Drake started the night at his father’s campaign fundraiser, he never imagined he’d end it being conned into buying drugs on the West Side. Losing high-stakes poker has its
consequences, but he’d repeatedly face them just to hear Lacey Douglas sing. Drake sees Lacey light up the stage, and he has to have her. But his intentions for being on her side of town turn out to be the reason he can’t.

Chicago native Lacey has dreams of the opera, but life has its obstacles. Lacey has come to know her hardships as part of living in the real world and accepts them fully. When Lacey meets the intense and invigorating Drake, a fire is lit inside her, unleashing those dreams again.

Two paths that should have never crossed prove to create the exact pairing the other needs. 
But when their worlds take time to catch up, everything they have is tested. Finding the space between the two sides that challenge them will be hard, but it’s the only place that will keep them together.

The Space Between is a new adult contemporary romance.
  

Writing Contemporary New Adult

by Victoria H. Smith 

I simply love new adult. It’s such an interesting time in a young person’s life, and it’s absolutely fabulous to see more and more stories appearing every day in this age group.

When writing for this category, I found this pretty easy. Why? I am a new adult. I wrote my first NA when I was twenty-four because I couldn’t find fiction about people my age. I was a first year grad student and wanted something other than my drab textbooks to read. Now at twenty-six, I see these stories are finally being told and I’m happy to aid in the rise of the category. New adults are just what the title says: new. They are trying to get their footing in the world and make their mark. Parents have become more of a resource instead of a crutch and, for some new adults, the parent crutch isn’t there at all. The world really is their oyster and they are on a constant battle of trying to figure out where they fit. And with so many stories to tell, there are many different new adult journeys to show.

I think readers are captivated for many reasons. People out of the new adult age-bracket remember those exciting times in college or post high school. People in high school reading new adult stories are looking forward to the day they can become a new adult, and new adults themselves are getting to see people their age in mainstream fiction for the first time. It’s exciting for everyone, and I only see the category growing.

Thanks for stopping by today and sharing your thoughts about being a New Adult writer Victoria!

Victoria H. Smith has a Bachelor’s Degree in Political Science. She puts it to good use writing romance all day. She resides in the Midwest with her Macbook on her lap and a cornfield to her right. She often draws inspiration for her stories from her own life experiences, and the twenty-something characters she writes give her an earful about it.

In her free time, she enjoys extreme couponing, blogging, reading, and sending off a few tweets on Twitter when she can. She writes new adult fiction romance in the sub-genres of science fiction, urban fantasy, and contemporary, but really, anywhere her pen takes her she goes.

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The Space Between
Author: Victoria H. Smith
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 2, 2013

Book Links: Amazon | Print 

Description:

When Drake started the night at his father’s campaign fundraiser, he never imagined he’d end it being conned into buying drugs on the West Side. Losing high-stakes poker has its consequences, but he’d repeatedly face them just to hear Lacey Douglas sing. Drake sees Lacey light up the stage, and he has to have her. But his intentions for being on her side of town turn out to be the reason he can’t.

Chicago native Lacey has dreams of the opera, but life has its obstacles. Lacey has come to know her hardships as part of living in the real world and accepts them fully. When Lacey meets the intense and invigorating Drake, a fire is lit inside her, unleashing those dreams again.

Two paths that should have never crossed prove to create the exact pairing the other needs. But when their worlds take time to catch up, everything they have is tested. Finding the space between the two sides that challenge them will be hard, but it’s the only place that will keep them together.

The Space Between is a new adult contemporary romance. 

 

Dropping my bag on the kitchen counter, I went to work. The dishes wouldn’t do themselves and since I was still new to the household’s staff, I wanted to make a good impression by getting all the housework done early.
I got all the dishes to one side of the sink, then started a bath of soapy water in the other side.
I pushed up my sleeves and a set of arms went around my waist.
My entire body froze instantly. Someone was in the house. Someone was in the house with their arms around me.
My first instinct was to slam my foot into their instep. I only hesitated because of the person’s smell. Warm spices and blood-sizzling juniper radiated throughout my vulnerable senses.
Drake.
I had no idea he was even here. If I did I wouldn’t have been wasting time washing dishes.
He only ran his hands at my waist at first, snuggling me into him. When his fingers brushed under my top, I grabbed his hands. “Drake. Your mom is supposed to be home soon.”
“Then we better make this quick,” he said, his rich velvet voice heating my blood.
Pushing further up my body, his massive hands covered my breasts.
“Drake, we really shouldn’t. Any minute she could come home.” I said this, but I didn’t stop him. I couldn’t stop him.
“Shh…” He breathed against my ear, massaging me. “Let me.”
Oh, god how I wanted him to.
“Please.” He gave my neck a single kiss.
My eyes fluttering, I leaned back into him. “Only a few kisses. Only a few moments of touching, then we have to stop. We have to.”
Pulling me into him, his kisses picked up on my neck. Got more aggressive. Turning my head, I caught his lips. I played with his tongue like that first night. He was so skilled, my core surged thinking about his other talents with it.
So distracted by how amazing his kiss was I didn’t stop him when one of his hands moved down my waist and to my leg. He gathered up the material of my skirt, and squeezed my thigh.
“Drake…” I spoke into our kiss.
“You said a few moments of touching. Please let me.”
I had no idea how far he intended to go. Entrapped by his kisses and touch, I couldn’t ask. I didn’t respond verbally, at all. I just moved my hips, and angled my thigh so he could touch me more.
Letting go of my breast, he moved his free hand to my other leg that ached to be touched. Bunching up the material, he made my skirt no longer an obstacle.
I now stood in the middle of the family kitchen with my underwear completely exposed.
He felt up my thighs for a bit, then his hand rested flat on the line of my panties. His other hand quickly joined the area, but didn’t stop. He moved downward and cupped me entirely with his large hand.
I sucked in a breath, fighting the rock of my hips. “Drake, we can’t. Your mom. She could be here any minute. She could see.”
“Lacey,” he said, pulling the material of my panties to the side with a long finger, “let me make you come.”
At those words, I was his.

Victoria H. Smith has a Bachelor’s Degree in Political Science. She puts it to good use writing romance all day. She resides in the Midwest with her Macbook on her lap and a cornfield to her right. She often draws inspiration for her stories from her own life experiences, and the twenty-something characters she writes give her an earful about it.


In her free time, she enjoys extreme couponing, blogging, reading, and sending off a few tweets on Twitter when she can. She writes new adult fiction romance in the sub-genres of science fiction, urban fantasy, and contemporary, but really, anywhere her pen takes her she goes. 

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Cover Reveal: The Space Between by Kristie Cook

The Space Between (The Book of Phoenix Series #1) 
Author: Kristie Cook
Release Date: April 5, 2013
Genre: New Adult Paranormal Romance

Description:

When Life Falls to Pieces, Answers Lie in the Space Between

After a month-long dance tour through Italy, 20-year-old Leni Drago returns to Georgia to care for her great-uncle, only to find him gone, the home they shared empty and any evidence he ever existed wiped out. All that’s left is a journal she can’t open.

Jeric Winters has been searching for a piece of his past for over a year, only to reach a dead-end in Georgia. When an urgent and magnetic pull draws him out of his hotel room, he comes face-to-face with the beautiful dancer who’s been haunting his dreams day and night.

Jeric’s one to stay away from—a bad-boy, hit-it-and-quit-it type—but Leni can’t escape the fervent feelings between them. As their own existences begin to crumble around them and shadowy forms that are more monsters than men attack, they realize there’s more to the connection between them than physical fascination.

To solve the riddle their lives have become, they must embark on a journey that requires them to face their pasts and release their true souls. And they must do it fast—dark ones from another world are closing in, intent on killing them. Permanently.

LENI – The overhead lights fell dark for the last time as I opened the dressing room door. The back exit stood open at the end of the hall, allowing in enough light from the streetlamp outside to show my way. I inhaled slowly, cherishing the musty smell of an old theater mixed with the odor of dancers’ sweat and the fragrance of white roses. I silently said my goodbyes as my feet carried me outside.
“Thank you, Uncle Theo,” I whispered as I left the theater for the last time. Only because of him did I even have this opportunity. I couldn’t wait to tell him all about it.
A large, muscular body flew at me, swept me into his arms and twirled me around as though we were still on stage. Laughter bubbled out of my chest.
“You ready to celebrate, cara mia?” Alberto asked as he set me down.
“Celebrate that you’re finally getting rid of me?” I teased. 
He clapped his hand over his heart, and his face fell into an exaggerated expression of pain. “Oh, Leni, you do not know how I will miss you and your mane.”
He swatted playfully at the bottom of my curls. He had no idea how I would miss the way he said my name, drawing out both syllables, “laaaay-kneee,” like only an Italian could do.
“But you won’t miss my heels on your toes or my arm in your face?” I said in mock disbelief.
He took my hand and danced me down the cobbled street toward the plaza at the center of town. “You are a stunning dancer, cara mia. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.” He spun me under his arm, my duffle bag banging me in the butt the whole time. “Of course, you have become much better since becoming my partner. But everyone does.”
He winked at me before dropping me into a dip. My bag slid off my shoulder and a hand darted beneath me to catch it. Alberto swung me up and around so that I came face-to-face with the most unbelievably stunning vision I’d seen my whole time in Italy. Which was saying a lot. His eyes—blue, I thought, though the light from the corner post wasn’t enough to be sure—enraptured me. He held my bag out with a small smile that hinted at dimples.
“Grazie,” I said breathlessly as I wrapped my hand around the strap of my bag. He gave me a nod almost deep enough to be a bow, his shaggy blond hair falling in his face. Then, without a word, he turned and walked away. My mouth fell open. “How rude.”
“Must be American,” Alberto said. I punched him in the arm.
“Who goes out of their way to catch a falling object and then can’t even say ‘you’re welcome’?” I asked absent-mindedly as I stared after the retreating body that rivaled Alberto’s. No, scratch that. It totally beat out Alberto’s even on his best day.
“What an ass,” Alberto muttered.
“Rude, yes, but I don’t know if I’d go that far.”
“No, I mean what an ass that man has.” He let out a low whistle.
I laughed and admired the view as well. “I can agree with that.”
“He’s going to Alonzo’s. Lucky us.”
~ ~ ~
JERIC – I flipped to the picture I’d drawn a couple of weeks ago during my search in Italy. I’d woken from a dream, one I’d been having for years, and as I had previously, I’d felt the need to sketch the girl who had me waking with a painful boner. Now that I’d met her in real life, I couldn’t deny the girl in my sketches was Leni—curly hair, exotic green eyes, full lips and breasts, her skin … as if the absolute best features of both African and European blood had been blended together and given to her. The Leni I’d just met would probably never wear the leather bra, miniskirt, and knee-high boots I’d drawn her in, but damn if she wouldn’t look hot in them. The vision came to me clearly. Too clearly. I had to place the book over my lap to hide the full-blown wood pressing against my jeans.
I needed a distraction. I needed to get her out of my head. I bought several little airline bottles of rum and dumped them in my Coke, but they weren’t enough to blur the image of Leni’s face in my mind. When the smoking hot flight attendant ran her finger over my arm then dropped a napkin with a message on my tray (“Meet me upstairs?”), I couldn’t resist. I snuck up the spiral staircase to the empty upper level and found her in the bathroom wearing nothing but heels and thigh-high stockings, tendrils of bottle-bleached hair barely hiding her fake tits. Flight attendants like this had made me a lifetime member of the mile-high club—they wanted nothing more than something to make the transatlantic flight more interesting. My perfect kind of girl.
Unfortunately, my eyes only saw Leni’s body under my hands.

Kristie Cook is a lifelong writer in various genres, from marketing communications to fantasy fiction. Besides writing, she enjoys reading, cooking, traveling and riding on the back of a motorcycle. She has lived in ten states, but currently calls Southwest Florida home with her husband, three teenage sons, a beagle and a puggle.

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Cover Reveal: The Space Between by Victoria H. Smith

The Space Between

Author: Victoria H. Smith

Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance

Expected Release Date: April 2, 2013

Cover Designer: Okay Creations 

Cover Reveal Organized by AToMR Blog Tours

Description:

When Drake started the night at his father’s campaign fundraiser, he never imagined he’d end it being conned into buying drugs on the West Side. Losing high-stakes poker has its consequences, but he’d repeatedly face them just to hear Lacey Douglas sing. Drake sees Lacey light up the stage, and he has to have her. But his intentions for being on her side of town turn out to be the reason he can’t.

Chicago native Lacey has dreams of the opera, but life has its obstacles. Lacey has come to know her hardships as part of living in the real world and accepts them fully. When Lacey meets the intense and invigorating Drake, a fire is lit inside her, unleashing those dreams again.

Two paths that should have never crossed prove to create the exact pairing the other needs. But when their worlds take time to catch up, everything they have is tested. Finding the space between the two sides that challenge them will be hard, but it’s the only place that will keep them together.

The Space Between is a new adult contemporary romance.


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Victoria H. Smith has a Bachelor’s Degree in Political Science. She puts it to good use writing romance all day. She resides in the Midwest with her Macbook on her lap and a cornfield to her right. She often draws inspiration for her stories from her own life experiences, and the twenty-something characters she writes give her an earful about it.

In her free time, she enjoys extreme couponing, blogging, reading, and sending off a few tweets on Twitter when she can. She writes new adult fiction romance in the sub-genres of science fiction, urban fantasy, and contemporary, but really, anywhere her pen takes her she goes. 

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