Wednesday, March 22, 2017

*~Blog Tour: Define Us ~*

Define Us
Serena Kearney
(Scarred Bullet, #3)
Publication date: March 17th 2017
Genres: New Adult, Romance

I’m supposed to be strong.
Until I found I was in a relationship I swore I would never be in.
I didn’t know how trapped I was until Dean Sailer walked into the diner, making me question who I turned into.
Dean reeked of overconfidence. He’s sarcastic and thinks he’s funny.
The worst part is I find myself smiling when I don’t feel like it. He brought out something inside me that I locked away a long time ago.
I wanted nothing to do with him.
I wanted to stay contained in my world.

When tragedy threatens the life of me and my best friend, he’s the one I find myself relying on.
He’s there for me when no one else is.
No matter how much I try to resist Dean Sailer, he seems to delve deeper into a place I thought was gone.
Can I change?Or will I be the definition of what I’ve made myself out to be?

“So this is how you see everything, huh?” I was right by his face.
He gave a small laugh. “Are you saying I’m tall?”
“Yeah, actually.” He laughed again.
“Tall, handsome, good-looking, just keep on going, okay? This is going to be the best shopping trip.” He gave another laugh, and I couldn’t help but laugh with him. He pointed at things on the shelf with his chin, and I grabbed them as we went, throwing in my occasional, yes, no, and hell no.
“Okay, you cannot disagree on this,” he says. We were in the candy aisle. “That.” He pointed at the bags of Reese’s cups. “If you don’t like those, then we cannot be friends anymore.”
I gave a pause for dramatic effect and when I looked over at him, his blue eyes were watching me carefully. Damn his face was way too close to me.
I shifted and looked back at the orange bags. “That’s a yes,” I said quietly.
“More cool points!”

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Author Bio:
I am a Leo. Born August 10, living on the east coast. I self-published my first novel, PNEUMA, November 2014, and it’s hasn’t stopped since.
One of my biggest problems was having too much to read. Now my newfound problem; having too much to write and not enough hands to type it out. Not enough brains to put the stories together fast enough. Not enough tea or coffee to keep me awake 24/7.

So, like every normal person, I have to take it one day at a time.
My cravings for sweets keep me going, any sort of cakes (especially red velvet), pies, cookies, and ice cream.
I have a cat named Bongo-Bongo, who loves to get in my way when I’m trying to work, but is too cute for me to fight him off.
And then I have my family, specifically my husband, who puts up with my endless nights, my tapping of the keyboard, my ridiculous imagination, and yet, he always encourages me to believe in myself and follow my dreams.