New Adult Paranormal Romance
Date to be Published: 4/5/2013
When Life Falls to Pieces, Answers Lie in the Space Between
After a month-long dance tour through Italy, 20-year-old Leni Drago returns to
Georgia to care for her great-uncle, only to find him gone, the home they shared
empty and any evidence he ever existed wiped out. All that’s left is a journal she
Jeric Winters has been searching for a piece of his past for over a year, only to
reach a dead-end in Georgia. When an urgent and magnetic pull draws him out
of his hotel room, he comes face-to-face with the beautiful dancer who’s been
haunting his dreams day and night.
Jeric’s one to stay away from—a bad-boy, hit-it-and-quit-it type—but Leni can’t
escape the fervent feelings between them. As their own existences begin to
crumble around them and shadowy forms that are more monsters than men
attack, they realize there’s more to the connection between them than physical
To solve the riddle their lives have become, they must embark on a journey that
requires them to face their pasts and release their true souls. And they must
do it fast—dark ones from another world are closing in, intent on killing them.
Virtual Book Tour April 1 - April 30
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April 30 - RABT Reviews - Review
This book was incredible, it completely blew me away! I fell in love with the main character Jeric almost instantaneously with his dashing good looks and his no care attitude. I loved the plot and storyline and I found myself falling in love with the characters and the world they lived in. This is definitely a new adult novel though, because there are some scenes that are quite "scandalicious" if you know what I mean. I don't want to reveal anything without giving away any spoilers, so I will just have to gush about how incredible this book was! Seriously, go buy it as soon as it comes out! If you love romance with a hint of new adult and paranormal, then you are in for a surprise mix of talented writing. Go for it!
Between the Lines: (Mostly) Unknown Facts About Leni From The Space Between
Along The Space Between release tour, we’re sharing behind-the-scenes tidbits about the book, the characters and more. Things that fall “between the lines” of the story’s prose. So here’s Leni, one of the main characters, sharing a few (mostly) unknown facts about herself. Take it away, Leni!
Leni: Thank you! This is kind of weird to be talking about myself like this, but here goes.
- I’m an only child. Like most only children, I sometimes wished I had brothers or sisters to share life with. On the other hand, it’s probably good that no one else had to deal with my mama.
- I guess I have my own style—a little Bohemian, a little country and a little trendy all rolled into one. My favorite outfit is a knee-length lacey smock or a long, flowy tie-dyed skirt with my much loved cowboy boots.
- I love bracelets and rings! Uncle Theo teases me about all of them, but I like the jangle of the bracelets and the way the light hits the rings when I dance around the house.
- When I was in high school, I was asked to captain the new dance squad and choreograph their routine, but when Mama found out, she made me quit because it would take away from my “real” dancing.
- Before snot hit the fan, I’d been getting ready to attend Emory University, my daddy’s alma mater. I was a little nervous, especially since it had been two years since I’d graduated high school, but I was also ready to get on with life. I thought studying business would be good for the dance studio I wanted to open, but after three years of taking care of Uncle Theo, I considered going into the medical field. Now I don’t know what will happen.
- I’ve never had a pet until Ghost comes along. I had always wanted a dog when I was little, but was always too busy to take care of one. Uncle Theo and I kept talking about getting a dog, but every time we made plans to visit the shelter, something came up.
The colors gold and blue
My camper at the lake
My faded red cowboy boots
Rings and bracelets
Sitting in the window seat in my room and reading
French fries and milkshakes
I’ve recently become fascinated with piercings and tattoos, but not on myself. *naughty grin*
Thank you, Leni! Of course, this barely scratches the surface of all there is to know about Leni. Get to know the real Leni in The Space Between, the first part of The Book of Phoenix.
About The Space Between:
When Life Falls to Pieces, Answers Lie in the Space Between
Bestselling author Kristie Cook, with over 200,000 books sold, brings you another New Adult paranormal series, The Book of Phoenix
“A completely unique story with a paranormal twist . . . the perfect blend of romance and mystery with a phenomenal plot that will keep you guessing.” ~ Jessica, Confessions of a Bookaholic
“I loved this book! The characters, the romance, the plot, the originality! It had everything to make it an amazing book!” ~ Kendall, Book Crazy
After a month-long dance tour through Italy, 20-year-old Leni Drago returns to Georgia to care for her great-uncle, only to find him gone, the home they shared empty and any evidence he ever existed wiped out. All that’s left is a journal she can’t open.
Jeric Winters has been searching for a piece of his past for over a year, only to reach a dead-end in Georgia. When an urgent and magnetic pull draws him out of his hotel room, he comes face-to-face with the beautiful dancer who’s been haunting his dreams day and night.
Jeric’s one to stay away from—a bad-boy, hit-it-and-quit-it type—but Leni can’t escape the fervent feelings between them. As their own existences begin to crumble around them and shadowy forms that are more monsters than men attack, they realize there’s more to the connection between them than physical fascination.
To solve the riddle their lives have become, they must embark on a journey that requires them to face their pasts and release their true souls. And they must do it fast—dark ones from another world are closing in, intent on killing them. Permanently.
“This is a completely new twist on the idea of a timeless love story with a paranormal twist unlike any other. The connection between the two characters is bone deep and resonates beautifully. I will never forget this novel.” ~ Heather McCorkle, Author of the fantasy Channeler series
“Kristie has done it again! Her Soul Savers series is my favorite by far and yet The Space Between is easily the best book she’s ever written! It's dangerous, suspenseful, and smokin’ hot.” ~ Marissa, Comfortably Read Book Reviews
“The Space Between is an amazing story of life, love and fates. Author Kristie Cook has you hanging on the edge of every page. This book stays in your head well after the last page.” ~ Mindy, Forbidden Reviews
**Mature Content** Recommended for ages 17+ due to sexual situations and language.
LENI – The overhead lights fell dark for the last time as I opened the dressing room door. The back exit stood open at the end of the hall, allowing in enough light from the streetlamp outside to show my way. I inhaled slowly, cherishing the musty smell of an old theater mixed with the odor of dancers’ sweat and the fragrance of white roses. I silently said my goodbyes as my feet carried me outside.
“Thank you, Uncle Theo,” I whispered as I left the theater for the last time. Only because of him did I even have this opportunity. I couldn’t wait to tell him all about it.
A large, muscular body flew at me, swept me into his arms and twirled me around as though we were still on stage. Laughter bubbled out of my chest.
“You ready to celebrate, cara mia?” Alberto asked as he set me down.
“Celebrate that you’re finally getting rid of me?” I teased.
He clapped his hand over his heart, and his face fell into an exaggerated expression of pain. “Oh, Leni, you do not know how I will miss you and your mane.”
He swatted playfully at the bottom of my curls. He had no idea how I would miss the way he said my name, drawing out both syllables, “laaaay-kneee,” like only an Italian could do.
“But you won’t miss my heels on your toes or my arm in your face?” I said in mock disbelief.
He took my hand and danced me down the cobbled street toward the plaza at the center of town. “You are a stunning dancer, cara mia. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.” He spun me under his arm, my duffle bag banging me in the butt the whole time. “Of course, you have become much better since becoming my partner. But everyone does.”
He winked at me before dropping me into a dip. My bag slid off my shoulder and a hand darted beneath me to catch it. Alberto swung me up and around so that I came face-to-face with the most unbelievably stunning vision I’d seen my whole time in Italy. Which was saying a lot. His eyes—blue, I thought, though the light from the corner post wasn’t enough to be sure—enraptured me. He held my bag out with a small smile that hinted at dimples.
“Grazie,” I said breathlessly as I wrapped my hand around the strap of my bag. He gave me a nod almost deep enough to be a bow, his shaggy blond hair falling in his face. Then, without a word, he turned and walked away. My mouth fell open. “How rude.”
“Must be American,” Alberto said. I punched him in the arm.
“Who goes out of their way to catch a falling object and then can’t even say ‘you’re welcome’?” I asked absent-mindedly as I stared after the retreating body that rivaled Alberto’s. No, scratch that. It totally beat out Alberto’s even on his best day.
“What an ass,” Alberto muttered.
“Rude, yes, but I don’t know if I’d go that far.”
“No, I mean what an ass that man has.” He let out a low whistle.
I laughed and admired the view as well. “I can agree with that.”
“He’s going to Alonzo’s. Lucky us.”
~ ~ ~
JERIC – I flipped to the picture I’d drawn a couple of weeks ago during my search in Italy. I’d woken from a dream, one I’d been having for years, and as I had previously, I’d felt the need to sketch the girl who had me waking with a painful boner. Now that I’d met her in real life, I couldn’t deny the girl in my sketches was Leni—curly hair, exotic green eyes, full lips and breasts, her skin … as if the absolute best features of both African and European blood had been blended together and given to her. The Leni I’d just met would probably never wear the leather bra, miniskirt, and knee-high boots I’d drawn her in, but damn if she wouldn’t look hot in them. The vision came to me clearly. Too clearly. I had to place the book over my lap to hide the full-blown wood pressing against my jeans.
I needed a distraction. I needed to get her out of my head. I bought several little airline bottles of rum and dumped them in my Coke, but they weren’t enough to blur the image of Leni’s face in my mind. When the smoking hot flight attendant ran her finger over my arm then dropped a napkin with a message on my tray (“Meet me upstairs?”), I couldn’t resist. I snuck up the spiral staircase to the empty upper level and found her in the bathroom wearing nothing but heels and thigh-high stockings, tendrils of bottle-bleached hair barely hiding her fake tits. Flight attendants like this had made me a lifetime member of the mile-high club—they wanted nothing more than something to make the transatlantic flight more interesting. My perfect kind of girl.
Unfortunately, my eyes only saw Leni’s body under my hands.