The Reader by M.K. Harkins Blog Tour
Summary from Goodreads;
Hunted, shot, and without her memory, eighteen-year-old Ann Baker wakes in
shallow water on a deserted Pacific Northwest island. She is soon approached by
two young men claiming to be her friends. Something isn’t right, but when
gunshots sound, Ann is left with little choice but to allow Devon and Archer to
help her escape. Soon she finds herself in their North Bend mountain compound,
where the higher evolved humans claim to be mind-readers. While Ann heals, she
realizes they believe her to be one of the last and most powerful of all – The
Lost One.
She’s welcomed by most with opened arms, but not everyone is happy about her
arrival. A jealous adversary has plans for Ann, which spirals the entire Reader
community into chaos.
As lies, murder, and betrayal threaten to rip apart the once harmonious
mountain dwellers, Ann is thrust into making a decision that could save or
devastate not only The Readers, but all of mankind. But there’s just one
glitch: by doing so it may require her to make the ultimate sacrifice.
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About the Author
MK has always been a voracious reader. After hitting a dry
spell of reading material, she decided to write the kind of book she'd like to
read. This resulted in the creation of her debut novel, Intentional. (Award for
Best Sweet Romance - eFestival of Words- August 2014)
Unintentional, her second book, is based on the life of one of the characters
in Intentional. Unintentional was written as a stand-alone book.
Breaking Braydon and Taking Tiffany have both been released. Available on
Amazon.
The Reader is MK's latest project, due out 2016.
When she's not writing novels, she likes to spend her free time traveling the
world, splashing in mud puddles (She lives in Seattle, what can she say?),
watching movies and reading (!)
MK also runs her own business in her current hometown of Mercer Island,
Washington.
Excerpt
I reached up and cupped his
cheek. I needed a moment to look at him. So handsome, with eyes so dark and
intense. It was more than that though. His beauty went right to his soul. One
more kiss. I stood on tiptoes to reach his soft, full lips. His arms wrapped
around me in desperation, his lips fused on mine, unrelenting. My mission
became murky. I was losing myself. I couldn’t leave him.
Closing my eyes, I tilted my head
to the ceiling and let the large water droplets plop onto my face, cooling me,
but also setting loose a torrent of emotions. The stress of the past couple
months seemed to melt away, like the water from my skin. I slipped off the
raincoat and tossed it on a nearby bush, wanting to soak in every drop. I’d
never felt so alive. I stretched out my arms and laughed. The wind picked up,
and my wet hair whipped against my face. Exhilaration and happiness flooded
through me.
He felt me and my pain. But he’d
rather dump me in the water than answer my questions. Why? Was it really the
war he worried about, or was I—what did he call me? Infuriating. That’s right.
I got into another Jeep and slammed the door shut. Fine. If he wanted distance,
he’d get it.
He took my face in his hands, and
our eyes connected, the heat within so intense, it was almost unbearable. Out
of breath, I shook my head, knowing I was on the edge. The emotions were too
strong, too powerful, I couldn’t contain them.
“Too much,” I said.
“I know. I didn’t know it would
be like this…so intense.” His eyes closed, and he rested his head against my
forehead, running his hands through my hair. “Don’t be afraid.”
“Yes, but you fight better than
any man I’ve seen. You had those two Jacks down in about five seconds.
Impressive.” This time he met my eyes and smiled. The adrenaline from the fight
had disappeared, and I looked at him. Really looked. Handsome, strong…and he
risked everything to save me. Gratitude and something else, maybe affection,
swirled inside my chest.
“We have to get going,” the other
man said, ignoring my question. I glanced in his direction. Every bit as
handsome, but he was dark everywhere his friend was light. Dark hair, dark
eyes, and a dark expression. He didn’t look friendly—at all. A shiver traveled
down my spine.
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