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Aloha Gang!

We  have the amazing and gorgeous author K-lee Klein here for this week’s Tiki Time Author Spotlight. Yes! She took the time out of her busy schedule to thoughtfully answer some totally dumbass questions. Is she cool, or what??

Aloooooha!

Her new book, Lucky in Loveland (Welcome to Loveland, book 1) is out now! It’s her first self-published novel and you’ll love it!  

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1. Hi K-lee, what’s your favorite cocktail? I’ll have the cabana boys whip one up for you while I ask you some stupid, I mean important questions.

Hi-ya, AJ. Thanks very much for inviting me. Stares a half-nekkid cabana boys. A cocktail would be lovely. How about a Rootbeer Paralyzer? I’m Canadian so I’m not sure you’ll have one of those on hand. It’s a regular Paralyzer but with Rootbeer Schnapps instead of vodka or tequila. Tastes like a Rootbeer float. Yummy.

2. It sounds divine, K-lee! I believe I’ll have one too! My questions might get a but stupider though… What is your favorite swimwear? Do you favor bikinis, one-pieces or are you a secret skinny dipper?

Ha! How about one of those old-fashioned one-pieces that cover you from head-to-toe? I love the water but in this phase of my life I’m not a fan of bathing suits. Of course, if it’s dark, I’m all for doing dipping the skinny. 🙂

3.  I knew it! I knew it! You’re a naughty girl!! What would be your favorite beach read? (not your own of course…)

Hmmm. Outlander by Diana Gabaldon. That’s one of the only male/female books I still read over and over. Mmmm…Jamie Fraser. In the m/m genre, it would be the Home series by TA Chase or Bareback by Chris Owen – both faves.

4. If you could have any accent in the world, which one would you choose?

I love accents. I think I’d go Irish or Scottish. I can’t choose between the two because they’re both awesome.

5. I can hear you rocking a Scottish accent! So, imagine you’re stuck on a deserted island after a three-hour tour that goes awry. Name six people alive or dead that you’d like to be marooned with…and your fantasy castaway meal.

My dad died when I was 6 months old so I’d love to get to know him. My other answers are a little more scandalous—Sebastian Stan, Chris Evans, Oscar Wilde, Christian Kane, and can I cheat and lump my three kids into one answer? You don’t want to deprive them of meeting their grandpa, right? 🙂

 No! I couldn’t do that…and hey…I have tears in my eyes. Who’s been cutting onions??

My fantasy castaway meal would be sushi—easy to find by the ocean, right—with paella, and prime rib, with jalepenos on the side and strawberry cheesecake for dessert. Sounds like a very odd combo but delish! Lol.

K-lee, it sounds delish to me. Thanks for stopping by and for being such a good sport. I love your choice of cocktail by the way. I’m sipping my third and I can’t feel a thing. I am in bliss!

Lucky in Loveland (Welcome to Loveland, book 1)

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Blurb

Loveland, Colorado is a special place all year around, a community of creativity and art, with scenic views and majestic mountains. But the town really shines once a year, on Valentine’s Day.

Lucky Roberts has lived in Loveland his whole life. He has good friends, strong family support, and is all about keeping his community fun and alive. The only thing Lucky has been “unlucky” with is love. But rather than avoiding February fourteenth in his hometown, he throws himself into helping others deliver their messages of love.

Enter Jack Canon. Jack moved to Loveland for a fresh start, in both his personal and professional lives. After a tough year, he’s finally hoping to just blend in, maybe carve a little niche for himself that his parents would have been proud of. What he didn’t expect was a pseudo-lumberjack with a killer body and shy smile to turn his world upside down – and he sure didn’t expect to like it so much.

When Lucky meets Jack, he feels like a thirteen year-old with his first crush. He’s clumsy, stammering, and the first greeting out of his mouth is a less than articulate, “Wow!” Words like adorable and manbun suddenly become part of his vocabulary as he discovers a deep, hidden need to romance the hell out of Jack.

And what better way to do that than during the most romantic season in the City of Love?

Please see my website for more information

http://kleeklein.com/kleinwebsite/lucky-in-loveland/

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Excerpt

Lucky hadn’t known what to expect.

And that was a bold-faced lie.

Okay, so he might’ve asked around about the new teacher in their community, specifically the hot new kindergarten teacher he’d been hearing about, and also might have caught partial glimpses of the guy here and there. But after he’d stomped the excessive snow from his boots, he still hadn’t expected an angel with an adorable ponytail to open the door to room one-O-five at Loveland Elementary.

Maybe he hadn’t been lying after all.

Wide brown eyes greeted him and Lucky was immediately smitten. “Wow. Um, hey. I’m…yeah, hi. I’m Lucky…Roberts. I’m here for the…uh…” He stammered across consonants and vowels that felt garbled and heavy against his tongue. Then, because he was who he was, he followed the nonsense with a single syllable of amazingly stupid. “Wow.”

Embarrassment rocketed through him as he slid his hand over his head, tugging off his knit hat. He rubbed nervously at his short hair while heat tingled from his neck to his cheeks.

“Jack Canon.”

The guy came across as cool as a cucumber. His only tell was an almost-contained smirk as he held out his arm.

Lucky shifted all his ridiculous plastic bags to his left hand and shook Jack’s right with a little too much force. He was aware that his palm was slick and clammy despite the chill of an early January morning.

Jack didn’t appear to notice that either. He really was a goddamn angel in black jeans and a wine-colored dress shirt that brought a shining brilliance to his pale skin and dark hair. Jesus, man. Say something!

“Lucky,” he finally managed. A billowing laugh he couldn’t stifle in time slipped past his lips.

He quickly shushed himself because, Jesus Murphy, he was in a school during damn school hours. This wasn’t his first rodeo. He’d been here before, volunteered all the time, even at this same school. He’d also seen pretty faces before. He could do this.

He cleared his throat, shoving his sweaty hand deep into the front pocket of his jeans, then ducked his chin to his chest. Once he’d also pulled his head out of his ass, he settled his gaze back on the most beautiful man he’d ever seen. “I mean that’s my name, not that I’m lucky or whatever…I already told you that, right? Jesus, I’m sorry.”

“Hey, no worries—” Full lips curved into an affectionate smile. At least Jack didn’t seem inclined to kick Lucky off the premises for breaking the rules of stupid, even the ones mastered by five-year-olds.

“Shit, I swore—and I just did it again. In school. Maybe I should go out and come back in again?”

Jack chuckled, one side of his smile tipping higher than the other. It was adorable.

“It’s all good. The kids have been excited all morning.”

“I’m not late, am I? I’m usually quite punctual. Or at least, that’s what my mom says. She’s obviously a little biased on the subject, of course, but…I don’t usually talk so much.” Keep babbling, Lucky, because that will make everything so much better. 🙂

“Why don’t you just come in instead?”

“That’s a lie. I actually never shut up. My mom says that, too.”

Once he’d ultimately managed to zip his lips, Lucky let Jack shuffle him inside the cloakroom of the classroom. It smelled like warm cookies and white glue, though he wasn’t entirely sure that wasn’t just Jack, or even Lucky’s own imagination. They were two of his favorite smells, after all, or had been at one time. He was suddenly aware of high-pitched voices drifting from the main part of the classroom.

“Mr. Jack! Mr. Jack! Is Lucky here yet?”

“His mom told my mom he was coming today.”

“Your mom doesn’t know everything, Daniel.”

“Yeah, she does. Your mom doesn’t know nothing, Allison.”

“Well, your mom is a poopy-head.”

“Your mom eats poopies—”

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Bio

K-lee Klein has lived in one part of Western Canada or another for her entire life. She’s a doting mother of three now-grown kids, and has had characters and plots running around her head for as long as she can remember. In an attempt to avoid major writer’s block, she keeps the image of muse on her leg so he can’t run off too far, unfortunately it doesn’t work all the time. K-lee’s days consist of planning her next tattoo design for her growing collection, having a lot of baths since her muse loves the water, and fighting off an abundance of fabulous gay men, large and small who continually bounce off the walls of her skull, competing for their turns to tell their stories.

Among her favourite sub-genres to read and write are rock stars, cowboys, shifters, friends-to-lovers, and opposites-attract relationships. But to be honest, she’s open to almost anything if it involves messing around in the heads of her characters. She’s also big on series—because she has a hard time letting her characters go—and is usually working on a handful of stories in various stages of completion all at the same time.

 

Places to find K-lee:

Website – kleeklein.com

Blog – http://chaosinthemoonlight.blogspot.ca

Twitter – https://twitter.com/Klee_Klein

Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/kleemoon

Facebook author/reader group https://www.facebook.com/groups/812548795471921/

 

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