Book Blitz Launch day info for Private Internship, Sept 29
An Art of Love novel by Kitsy Clare
New adult romance, book 2
(Not necessary to read series in order)
The Private Internship blurb:
Sugar’s not so sweet and secrets can be deadly … especially with matters of the heart
Sienna’s bestie, Harper warned her not to intern for famous bad boy artist, Casper Mason. After all, he just fired Harper who helped Sienna get the interview. But the moment Sienna sees Casper—or Caz—sweaty and practically shirtless and swinging from chains while he works on his sculpture, she’s hooked. He’s the richest, hottest artist in New York, and he lives in the fabulous Williamsburg Sugar Factory. But he’s also an incorrigible game-player, who seems to relish challenging Sienna’s loyalty with a string of unsettling tests.
She knows she should get away fast. But by the time Sienna sneaks into his locked storage room and begins to unearth his dark and terrifying secret, she’s fallen way too hard for the handsome, charismatic Caz.
Book reviewers are saying:
"Beautiful. Amazing. A fantastic read that left me wanting more." -XoXo Book Blog
"A juicy read full of passion and magnetic chemistry that will have you hooked from beginning to end." -From the Purple Matter Book Blog
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Kitsy Clare hails from Philly and lives in New York. A romantic at heart, she loves to write about the sexy intrigue of the city, and particularly of the art world. She knows it well, having shown her paintings here before turning to writing. The Art of Love series includes Model Position (novella) and Private Internship. Kitsy also writes YA as Catherine Stine. Her futuristic thriller, Ruby’s Fire was a YA finalist in the Next Generation Indie book awards. Fireseed One, its companion novel, was a finalist in YA and SF in the USA News International Book Awards, and an Indie Reader notable. Her YA horror, Dorianna, launches on Oct. 24 with Evernight Teen.
Private Internship at Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Private-Internship-Love-Novel-Book-ebook/dp/B00N6GJZ74/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1411242550&sr=8-1&keywords=private+internship
Kitsy’s books at B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/c/kitsy-clare
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Model Position (first in series) is on sale at Amazon!: http://www.amazon.com/Model-Position-Art-Love-Book-ebook/dp/B00II7519C/ref=pd_sim_sbs_kstore_2?ie=UTF8&refRID=0DSFB0K943V1F02072G5
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Excerpt choice #1:
It’s blessedly warmer in here and I realize this warehouse is so enormous he’s only heated the renovated parts. In two of the corners Caz has deposited huge piles of sugar packets—ones tediously counted by spurned interns?
My attention is drawn to the larger of the piles. Its packets are shifting ever so slightly. Ah! The jig’s up; Caz is hiding under it. Sugary mosh pit here I come! I tiptoe forward, ever so slowly and pounce, landing with a shockingly loud crunch. Burrowing down into the packets, my hand hits a leathery cowboy boot. I grip onto the top lip for all its worth. “Tag!” I shriek. “Gotcha.”
Caz explodes upward, like a giant cake surprise, his hair all at wild angles. Grabbing me by the waist he pulls me down. We wrestle like kids, sending packets flying in all directions. He’s stronger than me, so it’s not long before his corded arms circle around me and pin me there, some big kid winning one over on his little brother or sister.
But Caz is not like a big brother, not at all. Not sure what we are now, as he gazes at me with his deep brown eyes, animated, sparkly and questioning. Wide, as if he’s seeing me clearly for the very first time. “You’re fun,” he whispers, his sculptural, perfect mouth so near mine.
Short Teaser Lines
Incredibly, now that there’s no glow of streetlights to block out the sky I see stars. Lots of them! This almost never happens in Manhattan.
While I’m reveling in my thoughts, my apartment lights abruptly blinker back on. And then the streetlights and the bodega lights on the corner. My fridge starts to thrum and my bed clock starts to chirp, its digital settings askew.
Darn, I was just starting to be unafraid of the dark.
“Wow. What did I tell you? He’s hiding something,” she gloats as she speeds through another intersection. “Have you snuck into that locked room yet?”
“No. He’s got the keys right out there on his desk, as if he’s testing me.”
“No doubt. The creep.”
But he’s not a creep. He’s hurting about something, I just don’t know what. I feel suddenly protective of him, and so much feeling swells up in me that I ache. I’m not even excited about seeing Lydia Hightower’s fancy townhouse. I just want to be back in that Sugar Castle, in Caz’s arms.
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