Capturing You Tour

Capturing You

Maple Grove

Book 1

Katana Collins

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Date of Publication: 12/16/14

Word Count: 72,000

Cover Artist: Fiona Jayde

Book Description:

After discovering she's infertile, Lydia Ryder has all but convinced herself that she doesn't need children or a family to be happy. All she needs is her camera, her passport, and a damn good manicure. And maybe, maybe a sexy male travel companion. But when her job as a magazine photographer lands her in the small town of Maple Grove, NH, a precocious ten year old and her single father barge into Lydia's life, turning what she thinks she wants onto its head. In this town full of happily ever afters, Lydia finds herself wishing for things she had sworn off long ago...

When Cameron Tripp's wife passed away from heart disease, he thought he'd never find love again. He certainly never would have expected a woman like Lydia Ryder to waltz into his life and awaken his dormant heart and libido. But despite his better judgment, Cam finds himself drawn to the vivacious and argumentative outsider. He quickly learns that, like him, she knows all about misplaced trust, heartbreak, and how quickly a family can fall apart if you let it.

As impassioned arguments morph into frenzied kisses, the two wonder if one weekend can ever be enough. Despite lacking a maternal side, can Lydia connect with his ten year old daughter? And when Cameron finally learns the true nature of Lydia's article, the trust he worked so hard to build crumbles once again. With such doubts filling their minds, is there any hope that Lydia and Cameron will be able to start a new life together?

Prequel available for free https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/498057

Excerpt:

Chapter Eleven

            It didn't take long before Cam was lying on the floor, face up, a half-empty bottle of wine clutched in a hand. His ceiling fan was so dirty. He'd have to make a mental note to dust up there next time. If he'd even remember in this inebriated state. Do drunk people use words like inebriated? Apparently this one did.   

            He looked to his left, swiveling his head without lifting it off the floor. Callie was lying face down on his couch. One leg dangled off the edge and knuckles that grasped her bottle of vino scraped the floor. Her cheek was squished making her loose lips pucker. Sensing his stare, she opened her eyes; they were red and bloodshot. “You're so drunk,” she slurred.

            “You're an enabebler,” Cam attempted to speak. Clearly it wasn't going well. He could tell in his own head it was wrong and his sister broke out in a fit of giggles.

            “This is fun,” she said, “Why didn't we ever do this before?”

            “Because you weren't twenty-one before,” he grunted and bringing the bottle to his lips, took another swig. The sweetness wasn't so much of an issue after your sixth glass. And after almost a whole bottle? You didn't even taste it anymore.

            Callie sat up on an arm, propping her body in some sort of yoga-like pose that made Cam's back hurt just looking at it. Shit, he was getting old. “Listen, mister. I've been twenty-one for...” she counted on a few fingers, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as though the extra thinking hurt, “many months now. There's no excuse!” Her elbow gave out and she fell back down onto the couch with an oomph.

            “Yeah, well, I've got reponsibilities,” he said. “Responsilibilities,” he tried again. “Re-spons-ib-ilities.” There. He got it, finally.

            Callie broke out into another fit of girlie giggles and rolled off the couch onto her back next to Cam. He couldn't help but laugh too. And damn it felt good to laugh. It was creaky; unused. But nice, nonetheless. “So seriously,” Callie's eyes were only half open, “who's the city chick?”

            Cam groaned. Lydia. Everything came back to Lydia lately. “I need to be drunker if we're going to talk about this,” he lifted the bottle again, the halogen lamp reflecting off the tinted glass. It was noticeably lighter than before.

            “C'mon,” she propped herself up on an elbow. “Tell me about her.”

            He sighed. “She's...beautiful. Like a sunset on...uh, a summer's eve.”

            Callie burst out laughing again. “Okay, I think you've had enough,” she reached across him and took the bottle from his hands. “You just compared a woman to a feminine cleansing product.”

            He closed his eyes, picturing her face. That sleek chestnut hair; grey eyes with little specks of gold like his granite countertops; high cheekbones and large, plump lips. When he opened his eyes, Callie was looming over him smiling. “You're thinking about her, aren't you?”

            He groaned. “She has a boyfriend. It's a moot point.”

            “Did she say it was a moot point?”

            “She doesn't have to. She has a boyfriend and she lied about it.”

            Callie arched an eyebrow. “Which only proves that she's into you, too.”

            Cam thought of the kiss; of her breasts pressed against his body, that silk shirt tickling his skin. “Doesn't matter,” he mumbled. “Boyfriend. In New York. She's leaving.”

            “You should sleep with her anyway,” Callie collapsed back onto the floor beside him and he couldn't help but laugh at the statement.

            “Okay,” he said, “Now you're the one with the drunken drunk talk.”

            “I'm serious! Sleep with her.”

            “She has a boyfriend.”

            “All the more reason to do it. Neither of you will get attached.”

            “You want me to use her to get my feet wet again?”

            “If your feet get wet, I think you're doing it wrong.”

            He groaned. “Oh, gross. You're my baby sister...what do you know about sex?”

            She snorted a laugh. “You sure you want me answering that?”

            “Oh, god,” he covered his face with both hands. “No. You're twelve. You're

twelve and you collect My Little Ponies.”

            Grabbing a pillow, she hit him playfully across the face. “Just think about it, bro. We all just want you to be happy.”

            Happy. The word rolled around in his mind like a marble on a slick surface. It was too soon to be happy. Too raw. He liked the wound—liked keeping it fresh and open. It was his only connection left to Hannah.

            Cam pushed off the ground, room spinning as he got to his feet. With a groan, he grabbed a plastic bag, gathering the empty bottles.

            “What are you doing?” Callie mumbled.

            Cam rubbed his eyes with a knuckle. “I can't have Maddie or mom coming home tomorrow to find these. I'll take them out to the recycling tonight.”

            Callie gurgled something that half sounded like words before she rolled over, smashing her face into a pillow.

            The recycling was locked in a wood shed on the edge of the property to protect their garbage from bears. Cam shivered, his unlaced boots crunching in the snow as he staggered to the shed. He had to pause a moment, leaning on the banister to make the snow below him stop spinning.

            At the water's edge was a vision. A beautiful woman bundled in a coat staring out into the night. Cam blinked. Was he just seeing things? Surely he couldn't trust his eyes when he was this drunk.

            But then, the woman turned and he was struck by Lydia's stunning svelte body, backlit by moonlight. She took his breath away and they both stood frigidly staring at each other.

            Tossing the recycling into the shed, he huffed toward the frozen lake and Lydia stood there, unmoving. His insides wrenched and he didn't bother thinking.

            “Cam,” she said as he approached. Only he didn't let her get anything else out. He grasped her tiny waist with both hands and tugged her into him, sloping his mouth down over hers in a kiss that stirred fire even on the coldest night.

            She moaned into his mouth and their tongues explored each other in wild, feverish movements.

            He scooped his hand into her hair, tugging the strands and pulling her head back to expose her neck. His erection nestled onto her hip and she ground against him. “God, you are beautiful,” he whispered against her. “And smart. And talented.” Then, dragging his lips up her neck, he scraped his teeth along the tender flesh there. Her muscles quivered against his mouth and he grinned, loving that he could affect her this way.

            He kissed her jaw up to her chin, pausing just in front of her full, curvy pout. “What are you doing to me?” He rasped.

            Lydia's eyes danced, fluttering open to meet his gaze. She licked her lips and swallowed. “You've been drinking.”

            “Only a little,” he lied. Cam tried to blink his alcohol fogged brain back into commission, but all he could see was Lydia. All he wanted was Lydia. He didn't care about the wine. Or the auction. Or the fact that she had some boyfriend waiting for her in New York. He just wanted to live in the moment and for once do what his heart desired. “I've wanted to do this since the moment I saw you,” he groaned and pressed his lips to hers once more.

            Lydia's hand found Cam's erection and she squeezed him through the denim fabric. “Fuck,” Cam hissed and trailed one palm down her back to her ass, cupping her through flimsy pajama pants while the other slid into the front, nudging the silky boy short panties to the side.

            She pumped him through his jeans and he brushed his fingertips across her damp heat, dipping his fingers inside. She bucked against him and cried out, her face falling into his shoulder with a stifling bite.

            God, she was so wet. So ready for him. He wanted nothing more than to bury his erection deep inside her wet sex and lose himself there forever. He plunged two fingers deeper this time, using his thumb to circle her clit. Within minutes, she was trembling into his palm, crying out. Her muscles clamped his fingers, pulsing as she came.

            His erection raged just as strong in her hand as she exhaled with a sigh. “That was...” she swallowed. “That was...”

            “Delicious.” Cam finished for her, sucking his fingers clean. She tasted sweet and tangy and all Lydia.

            Her eyes darkened. “Why don't we go inside so I can take care of you, now?”

            Cam looked to the house as a light clicked on in his kitchen. Lydia followed his gaze, her eyes widening in alarm. “Oh, god. Is Maddie awake?” She covered a mouth with her hand, moving it to the blush on her cheeks. “Oh, shit.”

            The ground below him seemed to be suddenly made of pudding and Cam could barely keep his footing. “Y-yeah. I should probably get back inside,” he slurred.

            Lydia nodded. “Of course. I-I'll see you tomorrow.”

            Cam watched as she ran back to the guest house before he too, entered the house. He fell back on the floor below Callie who had resumed her place on the couch. She blinked awake with a knowing grin.

            “Shut-up,” he mumbled.

About the Author:

Katana Collins Katana Collins splits her time evenly between photographing boudoir portraits and writing steam-your-glasses romances. Between navigating life as a small business owner, a first-time homeowner, and a newlywed, Kat is in a constant state of "OHMYGODINEEDCOFFEENOW."

She is the author of the Soul Stripper trilogy, Wicked Exposure, and the graphic novel, Cafe Racer, co-written with Sean Murphy.

She and her comic book artist husband commute back and forth as they please between Brooklyn, NY and Portland, ME with their ever-growing family of rescue animals (up to two dogs and a cat and still counting!). She can usually be found hunched over her laptop in a cafe, guzzling gallons of coffee, and wearing fabulous (albeit sometimes impractical) shoes.

Visit her on the web at www.katanacollins.com , on Twitter @katanacollins, or find her on Facebook www.facebook.com/KatanaCollins

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6577884.Katana_Collins

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Review:

I read the first Soul Stripper novel and loved it and I fell into this book in just the same way. Katana has a way of capturing the character's emotions and nuances that just brings them to life in an almost breathable way. I felt so much for Lydia and the predicament she found herself in and how the story unfolded. Insert foot in mouth and try to recover. Sounds like my daily life. 

I'm still reading this wonderful book but if I had to give it a rating I would go with a 5/5 for pure awesome sauce storytelling and a book that truly captured my heart.

5/5

Hey Erzabet! Thanks so much for having me here today to chat about Capturing You!! It's my first ever blog tour and I am stoked!

1. Plotter or pantster?

Plotter! I like to have most of my novel outlined before I even begin writing it. However, many times (especially for the suspenseful murder mysteries), I treat my outlines sort of like the movie Clue. I'll have several potential endings that could work and as I get closer to finishing, I choose the one that makes the most sense or that offers the biggest twist.

2. Name three things on your desk right now.

Sooooo, I don't have a desk. I work either on my couch, the kitchen table or in a coffee shop. BUT, I'm currently sitting at my kitchen table, so here we go:

    1) Earbuds. Usually I don't listen to anything while I'm writing but I think I just threw them down when I got home from the gym.
    2) Glass of water and a cup of coffee (of course). I cannot get any writing done without having the two necessities: coffee and water.
     3) All purpose cleaner. I'm not exactly a neat freak, but I cannot work if my space or laptop is dirty. I clean my keyboard and screen several times a week because I get so, so neurotic about the sorts of germs that must accumulate there.

3. Heels or flats?
Heels when I can stand them! But most days I'm in socks, flip flops or Uggs depending on how cold it is! But if I'm going out? Definitely heels!

4. Cheeseburgers or sushi?
Ah! It's like Sophie's choice! Hmmmm, I honestly LOVE them both so much. Man...I think I prefer cheeseburgers, but I don't allow myself that splurge all that often. So, because sushi/sashimi is healthier, I'll choose that.

5. What advice would you give a new author?
Man, even though I have five books out, I still FEEL like a new author, myself! I would say get yourself in a critique group. Choose about three to four other writers and meet as often as you can with new material. Many people prefer to have writers who all write in similar genres as themselves, but I'm the opposite—I love that members of my group write different stuff. Two of us write romance, another writes fantasy and sci-fi, and the last writes horror.

6. You write paranormal and mainstream romance. What is your favorite genre and why? (Loved the succubus stories!)
Oh, my god! You're making me choose?!?!?! You are MEAN! ;o) In some ways, I think paranormal is easier. Yes, it's more world building, but there are infinite options and it's so much easier to write solutions to mysteries when there's magic involved (in my personal opinion). Writing contemporary is a lot more difficult for me; creating real issues that hit close to home and may or may not resonate with certain readers...it's just a whole other ball game.

Can I cheat and say that my favorite genre is whichever one I'm currently writing??

7. Is there a song that you think of for Capturing You?
I think maybe Jim Croce's Photographs and Memories. That damn song makes me cry though, so if I'm not in the mood to feel down, then Weezer's Photograph.

8. Favorite dessert?
This changes almost daily...but I'll go with cupcakes. More precisely buttercream (I could throw away the cake part, eat only buttercream, and be just as happy!)

9. What's next on your writerly horizon?
In March, 2015, I have another new series coming out—erotic suspense this time, called Wicked Exposure. It's about a forensic photographer with the NYPD. “Jessica is devastated to receive word of her sister's death in a robbery gone awry. But when she arrives home in Portland and the local PD asks her to take pictures, she finds more than she bargained for. With each new photo she exposes more of her sister's secret erotic life. And when she shares her discoveries with Sam, the super sexy local detective, she experiences passion she never knew possible. But Jessica soon learns she's merely a pawn in a deadly game of betrayal and revenge and begins to wonder if her next picture could be her last. . .”

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