No My Pinterest Life today – I’ve been too busy working on book two (YES, THERE’S A BOOK TWO!) of the Kiss Kill Love Him Still series.
Before a book launches, I like to do a little back story on the main characters. Today I’m highlighting Olivia “Livie” Barnes. Who is she? Well, she’s a girl who says things like this:
Livie Barnes is a college student at Fairfax University (FU). She’s a sheltered princess who also happens to be a kleptomaniac. Her boyfriend, Jackson Landis, was found dead in the school quad, and now all Livie wants is to find the person responsible and take down anyone standing in her way. They don’t call her “Crazy Livie” for nothing.
She lives for Louis Vuitton, Coco Mademoiselle, Louboutin, and Hermes. And adrenaline rushes. Livie’s the kind of girl who will do all the wrong things because it feels so good – and have no regrets about it.
You can find out more about her – like her favorite songs – on the scavenger hunt hosted by The Fantastic Flying Book Club running 11/4-11/10.
My co-writer, Jamie Blair, and I are also running a pre-order campaign. The first hundred people to order KKLHS will get a pin with the book cover on it. The eBook of KKLHS is only 99-cents until release day, November 10th. The price will then go up on November 11th.
You can pre-order it on Amazon, iBooks, Barnes and Noble, and Kobo.
Jackson Landis kept secrets. It’s how he got girls into bed, the grades he wanted, and a reputation for being the life of the party.
But now he’s dead, and no one knows how or why. Especially not the four girls whose secrets he protected. Secrets so scandalous they could cause each girl to lose something valuable. Secrets so dark, someone may have killed for them.
The four girls – a campus drug dealer, an overweight bookworm, a closeted lesbian, and a spoiled princess have one thing in common – they’re terrified the things Jackson knew may not have died with him. As Reggie, Haddie, Val, and Livie try to piece together her own role in Jackson’s death, each girl realizes Jackson had some not-so-pretty skeletons of his own.
Which makes a girl wonder, who really wanted Jackson Landis dead?
Until next time, Kittens.