UNWILLING, by K.D. Wood, is a New Adult Paranormal releasing on November 11, 2014 from Blue Tulip Publishing. The “Romeo and Juliet meets Alien” style novel is set in the Deep South and features eighteen year old, Neely McIntire. When Neely is confronted by a mythical creature in the form of a handsome teenager from New Zealand, she soon realizes her family’s inherited gift of sight won’t be able to save her.
Neely McIntire’s dreams warn her about the future but will not protect her from the danger hiding in plain sight. On graduation night, she plans to tell her best friend, Hayden Nelson, that she's in love with him. Instead, they argue. Neely's hurt feelings leave her vulnerable, giving her secret admirer, Andrew Huckley, the opportunity to put his mother’s monstrous plan into motion. When Neely gives in to her broken heart and pushes him away, Hayden knows he must fight to recapture the spark he felt in their last kiss. But will he find her in time to reverse the damage or will she be changed forever?
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Want a glimpse into the book?
Check out this head to fingertip outfit of Neely's!
This recreation happens about mid-book at the height of the action!
This jean/t-shirt combo is perfect!
Check out this head to fingertip outfit of Neely's!
This recreation happens about mid-book at the height of the action!
This jean/t-shirt combo is perfect!
“Finally,” I said under my breath.
The moon had come out and bathed the
crowd in silver. Moving to the edge of the patio, I scanned the yard for Neely.
No sign of her.
“Hayden!” Bubba waved at me from
over by the food tables.
I quickly maneuvered through the
kids toward him.
“Hey man, your folks put on a good
feed!” Bubba bellowed over the thunderous beat of the music.
“Thanks,” I hollered back. “I’m
looking for Neely. Did you ask her if her sister’s coming tonight?”
His face scrunched, and his mouth
drooped. Carrie had obviously wormed her way out of coming.
“Hey.” I bumped his shoulder with my
fist. “I’m sorry, man.”
Bubba shrugged, sucking on a
crawfish head. “I ain’t giving up on her yet.”
“So have you seen Neely?” I yelled.
“Yeah.” Bubba’s face screwed up in a
grimace. “Saw her throwing McCreepy a bone a little while ago.”
“What the hell?” My voice shot up an
extra octave. “Are you serious?”
“Man, they were slow dancing and
everything.” He made a kissy face, wagging his eyebrows.
“You’re sure it was McCreepy?” Part
of my question sounded more like an expletive. The mental image of Andrew
touching Neely speared my heart.
“Yep,” Bubba said, shoving a new
potato into his left cheek like a gigantic chipmunk. I probably would’ve
laughed if I hadn’t been so pissed off.
“Why would she do that?”
Bubba tapped the side of my head
with a damp finger. “Think about it, man. It ain’t like you’ve made a move.”
Shaking his head, he elbowed me out of the way. “Neely is sweet, gorgeous and
very a-va-il-a-ble,” he said over his shoulder, raking up another pile of
crawfish. Only a redneck could turn that word into five syllables. “What’d you
expect? For the half-dozen guys out here panting after her to wait for you to
decide to get your head outta your ass?”
Spinning away from him, I didn’t
answer. Why? Because it pissed me off that he was right.
How about one more peek into Neely's wardrobe!
Neely wears this outfit close to the end of the book.
Think you know what might be happening in this scene just by the ensemble?
Oh no, you'll never guess it *wink*
I hope you all are ready for this one!
Neely wears this outfit close to the end of the book.
Think you know what might be happening in this scene just by the ensemble?
Oh no, you'll never guess it *wink*
I hope you all are ready for this one!
K.D. Wood lives in north Mississippi with her family and a very spoiled White Waug. When not in her office pounding the keys she can be found under a snuggly blanket, cup of donut shop close by with her nose in a book. Follow her on Twitter at @KDWoodauthor, like her on Facebook, you’ll find her neglecting her blog at K.D.Woodauthor.blogspot.com, or email her at K.D.Woodauthor@gmail.com
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