Hey ladies and gentlemen! I'm absolutely thrilled to have a very special guest here today, the lovely and incredibly talented, K-lee Klein. Along with her beautiful gift for storytelling, she has a beautiful heart and spirit. I couldn't be happier to host her today on her book tour for her new release,
Unbreak My Heart.
And now, I give to you all, K-lee Klein!
Hi
y'all and welcome to the last day of my book tour for my new release, Unbreak My Heart. I'm excited to be here
for several reasons. First, it's the end of my eleven-stop tour—phew. Secondly, SJ has a very special
place in my heart not only because she's made of awesome, but because without
her I probably wouldn't be a published author at all.
Just a
little background and some SJ fangirling, then I'll get to the meat and
potatoes—more like gods and goddesses—of my post. Conquest is one of my favorite
series ever…ever. I was a fan of SJ's from day one, and how excited do you
think I was when THE SJ Frost read a free story I'd posted,
and told me I should submit something to her editor. Shock. Awe. Denial. Lol. Well, I took her advice, and to add even more
shock to the equation, Finally Home was
accepted when I subbed it. I thanked SJ on the dedication page of Unbreak My Heart, and said I want to be
her when I grow up, and I really do.
Okay…back
to the task at hand. Random question—not so random since this post revolves around
it—if you could be any mythical god,
which one do you see yourself as? I ask this because I have a new favorite
television show called The Almighty
Johnsons. Unfortunately, it's a New Zealand show that hasn't made its way
to the US yet, but Canada's got it, baby!
The Almighty Johnsons is a comedy-drama series about
four brothers who just happen to be reincarnated Norse gods. It's not until
they reach twenty-one years of age that they discover which god they are, and
then the fun starts. It's not a show for everyone—sex, nudity, language, sex,
nudity, comedy. I admit to watching it at first because my favorite actor is in
it (ahem, Fili from the Hobbit – Dean
O'Gorman), but I got hooked and it's freaking awesome.
Here's a
rundown of the brothers.
Axl
Johnson. Recently turned twenty-one (well, in the first season three years
ago). He is the reincarnation of Odin, referred to as the big Kahuna of the god
world. Axl is just coming into his own, but is already displaying the strength,
stubbornness, wisdom, and fury of his counterpart. He doesn't want the job as
leader, but he has no choice in the matter.
Mike
Johnson. Oldest brother of the four who raised Axl since their mother left to
be a tree when Mike turned twenty-one. He's Ullr, God of the hunt and games.
Mike is down-to-earth (so to speak) and practical, and he wins any game he
plays. He also has Ullr's ability to sniff out things that are missing or just
need to be found.
Anders
Johnson (played by Dean O'Gorman – ahem).
He's the second oldest, the black sheep of the family, and a right cocky
bastard. Lol. Anders is the reincarnation of Bragi, God of poetry and the arts.
He's selfish, arrogant, greedy, and even though he doesn't actually write
poetry, he can use his voice to manipulate people to do what he wants—mostly
woman since he has a very healthy sex life, all traits that resemble the god
Bragi. In the third season of the show, Anders is finally letting on that
despite his attitude, he does have feelings and he's very protective of his
family.
Ty
Johnson. The third brother is Hodor or Hoor, God of all things cold and dark.
Ty reminds me of Eeyore from Winnie the Pooh—gloomy. He's shy, pessimistic, and
logical. But as some of the others fit their god incarnations, Ty is the polar
opposite, and he hates being a god. He's a hopeless romantic, but his unwilling
ability to turn a room cold when he enters keeps him from having the love that
he seeks. I usually just want to pick him up and put him in my pocket for safekeeping.
I'm
borrowing The Almighty Johnsons
premise to introduce my characters from Unbreak
My Heart. But to answer my own question, I think I'd be the Greek goddess
Selene—Goddess of the moon. I don't have a lot of reasoning behind this because
she's not very well known, but I do love the moon and the night. Selene was
said to have risen from the ocean at night to ride across the sky with her
chariot pulled by two white horses. Sounds like a good job to me.
Before I
continue, I'll post the blurb for Unbreak
My Heart so you have a little more insight into what I'm talking about.
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UNBREAK MY HEART
Brett Taylor has
been doing just fine living in his own little world for the past three years,
thank you very much. Losing someone special is life changing, and Brett
doesn't understand why everyone and their damn dog thinks they can get all up
in his business about him needing to move on. He managed to make the transition
from musician to rancher without relying on anyone else's opinion or help, and
he certainly doesn't need some city kid coming into his life to disrupt his
routine--one that involves grief, isolation, and a whole lot of Jack Daniels.
Moving from one
meaningless job to the next, JT Campbell is on a quest to escape his old life
and figure out who he is and where he belongs. He's not looking to save
anyone, let alone a secretive, hotter-than-hell rancher who wears his heart on
his sleeve. JT likes working for Brett, but Brett's made it perfectly
clear that any relationship between them other than a professional one will
never see the light of day.
But when JT's lust turns to love,
and he gives in to his desire to find out what makes Brett tick, will his
interest push Brett away? Or will he, through his patience and support,
be the one who can finally unbreak Brett's heart?
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| Achilles |
The main
character of my book is Brett Taylor, and he was the hardest for me to assign a
god title. I decided on Achilles, Greek hero (demigod) of the Trojan War.
Achilles is described as the strongest and most fearless of the Greek gods, and
I see that strength in Brett. But the biggest reason I chose him isn't for his
bravery or power—though Brett has great strength himself—but for Achilles'
vulnerability.
It's a
common term, Achilles heel, and that
was the demigod's only apparent weakness. Brett's vulnerability lies in his
heart, in his sensitive nature, and the way he loves so hard, so completely,
until he seemingly has nothing left to give. Despite his fortitude and
stubbornness in trying to shove his vulnerability to the side, as was the case with
Achilles, Brett's vulnerability could very well be his downfall.
JT
Campbell is a city kid from California, and he was easy to define in godlike
terms. He's Apollo, God of light, music, arts, knowledge, and healing. JT is
practical, honest, hopeful, and empathetic. His career choice revolves around
helping people, and from the moment he sets eyes on Brett, it becomes his goal
to heal Brett's heart.
Millie Taylor-Montgomery-Allan,
Brett's very enthusiastic mama. She was easy, as well—Hera, Queen of the heavens,
and goddess of marriage. She's been married three times, and like Hera, she's
regal, outspoken, and likes to run things her way. Millie may not possess a
vengeful side as Hera does, but she's stubborn and adept at getting her point
across, especially when it comes to her baby boy, Brett.
Ray
Durant. Brett's foreman and the only real friend he has (before JT arrives). Ray
is a true Hephaestus, God of fire and the forge. Hephaestus was a skilled
craftsman and determined worker, and Ray mirrors those traits with a no
nonsense attitude when it comes to his job and life in general. He's a
steadying force in Brett's life, and just as Hephaestus was in charge of making
all the weapons that kept his fellow gods safe, Ray has protected Brett in his
own way for three years.
None of these depictions are truly
accurate, but I enjoyed matching the personalities and inner workings of my
characters to the gods. Thank you for stopping by. Unbreak
My Heart
is available in all ebook formats, and will come out in print in mid-September.
I'll have a few copies with me at GRL if anyone is interested in having me sign
one. blushes
And
finally, for a chance to win one of three draws just fill out my Rafflcopter
form below and you'll be entered to win one of three prizes—two ebook copies of
Unbreak My Heart, and one print copy.
You can have another chance if you leave me a comment here—so I'll ask the question again, which god
or goddess do you feel most aligned with?
Excerpt
from Unbreak My Heart.
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The first shot went down like he was gargling with glass.
The second burned just as bad, but by the fifth, the whiskey was smooth as
silk. Brett pushed the bottle to the corner of the desk as he scrubbed his hand
over his face. He should have gone to bed, or cranked up the hot tub and spent
the rest of the night looking at the stars. Instead, the yellow pad of paper
sat in front of him—the page still blank.
He knew he had something to say, but the words wouldn’t come.
Usually the alcohol helped. Usually the fog in his head cleared and he was able
to concentrate by the third shot, but he still felt stuck, still felt like
there was something hidden in the gray of his brain—something important.
He picked up the pen, letting it hover over the page,
twisting it between his fingers, willing the damn thing to write on its own. He
didn’t know why he was so wound up. He’d even dropped his goddamn beer bottle
in the sink because he couldn’t control the shaking of his hands or the force
of the need to shut himself away in his office with a different bottle
altogether, the photo in the frame, and his words on the page. He studied the
happy couple staring back at him in the frame, barely recognizing himself as he
purposely drew his gaze to Walt.
“Gonna help me out here, Darlin’? Don’t seem to have the
mind to help myself tonight so I sure could use the assistance.”
Pulling the bottle so it sat smack dab in the middle of
the daunting yellow page, Brett caressed the shape, fingers running the full
length, then down again. He’d never even liked the damn stuff until Walt died.
The first bottle he’d finished had been Walt’s, and he’d downed it in an
attempt to feel closer to him—like drinking the damn stuff would somehow make
Walt stick to his insides. But all it had done was send him running into town
the next day to get another bottle, and only The Good Lord himself knew how
many more there’d been after that.
His anniversary blues didn’t generally last more than the
day itself, but today had been different. He’d already assured himself he’d
been productive so it hadn’t been a complete waste, and he’d even made that
damn phone call he’d been fretting about for over a week. Supper had gone
better than he’d expected, too, and talking to the kid afterward had been
pleasant enough, but something still felt unsettled inside him.
Maybe he’d revealed too much about himself when he’d
actually been planning on saying as little as possible. But the kid was
comfortable to be around, and the conversation hadn’t been one-sided by any
means. They’d both talked and listened, and it had been nice.
Nice. Familiar. Safe. All those things were good, but
there was still a leftover confusion in his head. He was generally a
forthcoming type of man, not hemming and hawing about things that could be said
outright, but now he couldn’t remember a time when he’d blatantly told someone
he barely knew that he was gay. He didn’t consider it to be a secret or
anything to be hidden…at least not anymore, but once JT started stealing
glances at him, he’d suddenly felt like a trapped animal.
The last thing he wanted was for the kid to get some
weird idea in his head about seducing his boss, and Brett definitely didn’t
want to lead him on. Not that JT looked the type to be interested in
forty-year-old ranchers with bad dispositions. The idea would have been funny
if it weren’t so damn nice to think about holding someone close again. Brett
knew that person was not JT though, and he’d have to nip any ideas to the
contrary in the bud before they flowered up into something neither of them
could handle.
By the time JT had run his eyes over him for the fourth
time, Brett hadn’t been able to get the damn bottle in his hand fast enough. It
just wasn’t right—not JT’s interest, not the alcohol, not the stir of warmth in
his groin, and not the pang of guilt in his heart. It wasn’t something he’d
given into with such determination in a while. Yet there he was with five shots
under his belt, his mind still reeling and not a goddamn word written on the
page.
He forewent the
tumbler for his sixth and seventh swallows, the amber liquid finally warming
his belly and washing away the fog in his brain. Unfortunately, it didn’t cloud
the shame in his heart so once he’d screwed on the cap and shoved the bottle
away again, he put the frame back in the drawer.
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BIO
K-lee
Klein has lived in one part of Western Canada or another for her entire life.
She’s a doting mother of three now-grown kids, and has had characters and plots
running around her head for as long as she can remember.
She
lives with a patient husband who totally does not get her thing for gay men,
two spoiled but wonderful sons (who don’t get it either), and two also spoiled
but beautiful cats. Her days are filled with texts and phone calls with her
daughter who has already left the nest, and an abundance of fabulous gay men,
large and small, bouncing off the walls of her skull, competing for their turns
to tell their stories.
You
can find all of K-lee’s books on her website:
http://www.kleeklein.com
And
K-lee herself at:
https://www.facebook.com/kleemoon
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My thanks again to you, sweet K-lee, for visiting here for your book tour. I'm so incredibly flattered by your kind words and humbled by your dedication in
Unbreak My Heart. It makes me so very happy that many readers get to share in your talent through your wonderful stories. All the best luck and much success to you with
Unbreak My Heart!
