Excerpt Reveal: The 27 Club – Kim Karr

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THE 27 CLUB

Kim Karr

New American Library

ExcerptCoffee Beans Part II

 

Time to get down to business.

I stomp out of the bedroom and down the stairs. The TV is on and I can hear the weatherman announcing the same info the driver relayed to me. β€œTropical Storm Angela seemingly having stalled out once it passed over Cuba is picking up wind speed as it makes its way toward the Florida Keys.”

The rain is still beating down, but there are no calls for evacuations so I can only assume I am fine staying here.

Determined to get this conversation over with, I’m stopped dead in my own tracks. Nate is standing in front of a built-in coffee maker, waving his hand frantically up and down cursing under his breath, β€œMotherfucking piece of shit.”

 

β€œWhat happened? Did the Miele not do what you told her to do?”

He turns.

 

I feel like I’m watching him in slow motion.

Without warning, the air crackles.

He’s momentarily taken aback, but then a look of amusement crosses his face. β€œZoey Flowers, you are . . .”

Words pop into my headβ€”sexy, beautiful, hot as hell, fuckable.

Where did those come from?

That grin lingers on his mouth. β€œYour brother’s sister, without a fucking doubt.”

Tears prick my eyes. Not the words I hoped to hear, but so much more meaningful.

His face contorts, the glow of amusement gone from his eyes, shadowed by something darker. He sets two cups of coffee on the counter that separates us. β€œHey, I’m really not good at this stuff. I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

I swipe the drops away. β€œNo, really, it’s okay. I just miss him. That’s all.”

Nate’s hands grip the counter and his head falls. β€œYeah, me too.”

Silence sweeps the vastness of the space, but strangely it’s not uncomfortable.

His gaze lifts. β€œZoey, it’s nice to finally meet you.”

I can’t help but be charmed. β€œIt’s nice to finally meet you too, Nate.”

He clears his throat and a bit of shyness seems to cross his face.

I fear I might be staring, so I avert my gaze to look down at the counter and it lands on the two cups. β€œAre those lattΓ©s?”

His head lifts at the same time mine does. The connection is immediateβ€”a jolt of electricity travels between us and I swear I see a little smileβ€”not a smirk, but an actual smile on his face.

The most adorable boyish grin.

My belly flutters and I can’t help but return the smile, feeling a little shy myself.

β€œYeah, well that’s what they’re supposed to be. I didn’t know what you drank, but thought I’d try these.”

 

I move closer, close enough that my hipbones nudge the edge of the counter. β€œLucky for you, I’ll drink anything made with coffee beans.”

Then it hits me, that his hair is the color of the finest imported coffee beans.

β€œYeah, lucky for me,” he repeats.

Taking a seat on one of the barstools, I blow on the top of the lattΓ©. The froth is not exactly froth-like, more like big soap bubbles or maybe clumps of soured whipped cream.

β€œYou’re a schoolteacher, right?” he asks.

β€œSomething like that,” I say. β€œI’m employed by the University of Rochester. You’re a landlord, right?”

His lips tip up a fraction. β€œSomething like that.”

I laugh. β€œJust kidding. I know all about youβ€”big successful CEO of an up-and-coming development company, who buys unprofitable businesses, turns them around, and then sells them.

Zach said you are very business savvy.”

This is true, but what I fail to mention is Zach told me so much more about him.

He raises one brow in the sexiest way. β€œYou’re going to make me blush if you keep talking like that. But it sounds to me like you’re leaving some crucial things out. I’m sure your brother must have given you some dirt on me.”

How does he know Zach told me all about his inability to commit, his obsession with work, and his need to always be in control? He never spoke of him in a demeaning way though. No, rather Zach seemed to idolize this man. The words integrity, hard working, and respectful always followed anything that might have been construed as negative. Zach once mentioned that he thought something must have happened that triggered Nate’s extreme behavior.

He could understand that.

Honestly, so could I.

β€œZ never could give a compliment without making sure to put a little bite in it. My guess is he would have said something like this: β€œBig shot asshole of some Β rising development company.”

I shrug. He did have my brother pegged. β€œMaybe it did go more like that.”

He smirks, and God help me. I have to look away.

I try to tuck my emotion aside by sipping on my lattΓ©. It tastes more like water, but the coffee lover in me is distracted by the trouble that’s watching me.

His eyes seem to darken as they follow the liquid into my mouth and then down my throat.

His breath seemingly goes shallow as if he’s picturing my mouth on something else.

My imagination must be in overdrive. I shake it off and point to my cup. β€œNot bad.”

He takes a sip of his and practically spits it out. β€œNot bad! It tastes like shit.”

I can feel my lips turning upward again. I swear I haven’t smiled in so long that I snap and just let the laughter roll through meβ€”my body quaking, my hair bouncing like a lion’s mane.

Nate stares flabbergasted, and I can see his body tensing.

Once I’m finally able to speak, I manage to say, β€œReally, it doesn’t taste terrible. You just have your timing and ratios off, that’s all. Steam the milk a little longer, and add more beans.”

He sets his cup down and gives me a skeptical look.

β€œI used to work at a coffee shop when I was in college. I can show you if you like?”

Our gazes lock.

When he doesn’t respond, reality crashes down around me. I can’t let this become flirtatious.

I clear my throat. β€œWell, anyway, can we get back to why you’re here in the middle of the night? You can be honest with meβ€”have you been staying here?”

A muscle twitches along Nate’s jaw, but he doesn’t answer me. Instead, he picks up his cup and turns to the sink, dumps his full lattΓ© down the drain, and then walks to the back of the house in the darkness.

 

My head twists so my eyes can track him.

He flicks a light switch on and twists his own head.

I know he must have caught my stare, and God knows what possessed look I might have had on my face. I quickly turn back.

β€œZoey, I think we need to talk.”

β€œI know we do. And Nate, it’s okay. Really. I don’t mind that you’ve been staying here,” I reassure him as I turn back around.

 

He opens one of the many sliding glass doors and the sound of the storm gets louder. β€œCome over here. I want to show you something.”

Something draws me toward him.

He’s a man of authority. I can tell he’s used to getting his way, but I’m not usually one to submit to dominance. I’ve been around it enough at workβ€”male professors are the poster children for authoritative personalities.

But still I move forward, approaching him with caution.

The sound of the waves crashing against the shore is beautiful. With the door open the smell in the air is pungent in the most delicious way, or maybe that’s Nateβ€”clean, fresh, manly.

Without realizing it, I’m standing right in front of him. I get lost in the wind, the air, the soundβ€”and him. I tilt my head back to look at him. I’m tall, but he’s almost a head taller than I amβ€”he must be six-two. Something about his proximity makes my body feel possessed.

 

It’s nothing like I’ve felt before.

He steps out the door and onto a covered deck, scrubbing his stubbled jaw. β€œI told you I’m shit at this kind of stuff so I’m just going to get this over with.”

Relief takes over.

Here it comes.

Finally!

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RELEASE DATE: March 3, 2015

the 27 club

You don’t know when…

You don’t get to choose if…

When it’s time to join…you’ll know.

You might think you want to be a memberβ€”but trust me this is one club you don’t want to join. It’s not a place where people go to live out their deepest, darkest sexual desiresβ€”there are no handcuffs or blindfolds.

The 27 Club only admits those who die young and tragically. My brother was recently bestowed membership and joined many of our ancestors before him. I know I’m next. This is my destiny, and I was ready to yield.

But then I met Nate. He awakened a sensuality in me that had never been explored, never satisfied. I knew then I could no longer accept my destiny. Nate’s presence controls me. I’m overwhelmed by his touch, his words; my every thought is consumed by desire. I believe he was brought into my life for a reason.

Nate doesn’t believe in destiny.

But I do.

And if there’s a way to cheat itβ€”I must.

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CnB About the Author

kim karrI live in Florida with my husband and four kids. I’ve always had a love for reading books and writing. Being an English major in college, I wanted to teach at the college level but that was not to be. I went on to receive an MBA and became a project manager until quitting to raise my family. I currently work part-time with my husband and full-time embracing one of my biggest passionsβ€”writing.

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I am a lover of alpha males with dirty mouths, strong heroines putting alpha males in their place, and the Chicago Blackhawks. I'm a proud hockey mom who can often be found at the hockey rink cheering on my favorite forward, with my kindle close by.