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Check this out!!!! Hotter than Hot “Never Before Seen” Deleted Scene from Thoughtless (#1) by S.C. Stephens……warning: have the ice water ready!!!!

READ ON!!! – CAUTION: TEMPERATURE COULD GET HOT!!!!!!

CHECK OUT THIS HOTTER THAN HOT NEVER BEFORE SEEN DELETED SCENE FROM THOUGHTLESS

SEE KELLAN & KIERA AS YOU’VE NEVER SEEN THEM BEFORE!!!!

**Timeline: At the end of Thoughtless, when Kellan and Kiera are dating but not yet having sex**

Lying together on Kellan’s bed, I nimbly took off his shirt and ran my fingers down the lines of his chest while we kissed. He smiled and pulled me tighter. As the intensity of our kiss increased, I ran my hands under his jeans and boxers and grabbed his backside. He laughed a little and grabbed me in kind, over my jeans. I sighed contently and started sliding my hand around his hip. He caught it as I passed along his hip bone.

“No Kiera, we’re going slow…remember?”

“We’re going slow…not stopping.” I pulled away and gave him a serious look. “I want to know that you still want me. I want to know that I drive you as crazy as you drive me.”

He kissed my nose. “You do…you do, Kiera. I want you so much. You have no idea how hard I am for you right now.”

I leaned in to kiss him, my hand trying once again to slip around and feel him. “Exactly, Kellan…I have no idea. I want to feel you.”

He groaned against my lips. “If you touch me, I won’t be able to keep resisting this beautiful body in my arms…we’ll skip right past slow.” He pulled back to look at me pointedly. “And it was your idea.”

I wanted to laugh, but instead I yanked my hand away, frustrated. Kellan noticed my expression and the next thing I knew his hand was deftly unzipping his jeans. My face was surely comical as I watched him slip them down his hips. “What are you doing?” I asked quietly, my heart rate starting to spike.

“I don’t want to disappoint you. If this is really what you want…I’ll let you feel.”

My breath started increasing to an embarrassing pace as I trailed a finger down the deep line of his abdomen. His stomach clenched as my finger passed over tender flesh. He let out a sharp breath as my hand slipped under his boxers. I exhaled and leaned myself against his shoulder as I wrapped my hand around the hard base of him. I could feel how much he wanted me with each throbbing pulse. He was ready, so very ready and I started to wonder how long our “slow time” was going to last.

“God, Kellan…you do want me.”

He sighed and laughed a little. “I told you I did.” His voice was husky and slightly strained. It was achingly erotic. I started moving my hand up and down the length of him.

“Kiera…stop.”

I pulled back and kissed him, fiercely, hungrily. He matched my intensity and we both groaned together. But even still, his hand reached down to wrap around mine on him. Lacing our fingers, he stopped my movement. The image of him touching himself made an ache go straight through me. I nimbly changed the positions of our hands so that his was beneath mine and he was wrapping his fingers around himself.

He pulled back to look at me, confusion and desire on his face. My breath was fast and unsteady, nearly uncontainable, much like my racing heart.

“Kiera?”

“Oh God, Kellan…you do it,” I whispered.

The corners of his lips lifted as he looked over the clear passion in my face. I cringed at the idea of asking him what I wanted, but I did it anyway. “I want to watch you come…and I want you to do it.” My face heated in pure embarrassment but he smiled crookedly and cocked his head.

“You…want to watch that?”

I nodded exuberantly and kissed him so hard I almost bit his lip. “God yes…is that moving too fast?”

He shook his head against my lips and I could feel the smile there, and the quickened breath. Without saying anything else, he adjusted his boxers with his free hand and moved our interlaced fingers down the length of him. With a firm, practiced grip, he ran his hand up to the end and over the tip. He moved with the confidence of someone who knew their body very well, and I groaned at the thought of him touching himself like this when we were apart. I wanted to ask him, but couldn’t bring myself to say those words; my cheeks were still heated from just asking him to do this much.

As our fingers ran back down his body, he let out a low, enticing noise and dropped his head to my shoulder. His lips found the crook of my neck and he started moving our fingers with more force and purpose. We were still on our sides facing each other and my hands were still wrapped up with his as we slid them along his length. I enjoyed the hardness and softness of his tender skin, but this wasn’t really the fantasy I had in mind. While he groaned into my neck, I released my hand from his so only he was left stroking the thickness.

He paused for a moment when he felt my hand withdraw, and kissing his ear, I whispered, “No, keep going. I want you to do it.”

He groaned and kissed my shoulder, muttering my name. His hand took over caressing himself and I stared unabashedly. My breath quickened as I watched the repetitive motion. An ache built between my legs and I could feel how wet I was, just watching. And listening. Kellan moaned into my skin, sucked in quick breaths through his teeth. The effect, combined with watching his masterful strokes was nearly too much for me.

“Oh God, Kiera…oh God.” He lifted his head to kiss me, his arm giving himself long, hard strokes that were getting faster, more insistent. Between his lips, I peeked down at him, still wanting to watch. He was starting to throb and I imagined that length pumping inside of me and not his hand.

“Kellan…” I moaned as my hand traveled down my stomach.

Kellan shifted his hooded eyes to take in my action. His breath caught and his hand lost the rhythm for a second before continuing. “Oh God, Kiera…yes…touch yourself too.”

Spurred by the ache in his voice, beyond the point of being embarrassed by the impressive sight of his close-to-coming body, I unfastened my jeans and slipped my fingers inside. I gasped at how wet I was and then groaned when I touched the area most connected to my own ache.

“Fuck,” I heard him mutter beside me and I could only moan in response.

The sight of him pleasuring himself and the sounds of it in my ears caused me to come almost instantly. I’d barely rubbed myself when the wave hit me and I arched my back, groaning hard and letting a “yes” fall from my lips.

As the tension was releasing throughout my entire body, I heard Kellan’s breathing speed up to panting. I made myself ignore the desire to linger in the peace flowing through my body with my eyes closed. I forced them open so I could watch what I really wanted to watch—him coming.

Kellan grunted and muttered, “Oh God,” as his hand worked over his body. Mine started re-responding to the sight and I realized I was still touching myself. It felt good again and I kept it up, flicking a glance at Kellan’s eyes staring at my fingers in my jeans in a near trance. And then his jaw dropped open and his body started to still. “Kiera, I’m…oh God, I’m…”

I quickly looked down so I wouldn’t miss it. His stomach clenched and his lower body stiffened, but that barely got my attention. It was the fluid pulsing out of him that made me gasp and climax again.

We came together, muttering names and pleas and other words too quiet to hear. His lips fell to mine once he was empty, my jeans dark from where he’d spilled on me. I surprisingly didn’t care. That entire experience had been one of the most erotic things I’d ever seen. Carefully, I retracted my hand from my jeans and broke apart from Kellan’s lips.  While he gazed at me with half-lidded eyes, I swiped my wet finger into his mouth. He groaned and closed his eyes, sucking on the appendage I’d offered him.

“Fuck,” he muttered again.

We asked S.C. Stephens to tell us the song that inspired the deleted Thoughtless scene…ummm we think it’s fitting , don’t you?

I Touch Myself by the Divinyls

  BIG thank you to Leanne Lewy for these gorgeous pics! xx

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Check this out!!!! Hotter than Hot "Never Before Seen" Deleted Scene from Thoughtless (#1) by S.C. Stephens……warning: have the ice water ready!!!!

READ ON!!! – CAUTION: TEMPERATURE COULD GET HOT!!!!!!

CHECK OUT THIS HOTTER THAN HOT NEVER BEFORE SEEN DELETED SCENE FROM THOUGHTLESS

SEE KELLAN & KIERA AS YOU’VE NEVER SEEN THEM BEFORE!!!!

**Timeline: At the end of Thoughtless, when Kellan and Kiera are dating but not yet having sex**

Lying together on Kellan’s bed, I nimbly took off his shirt and ran my fingers down the lines of his chest while we kissed. He smiled and pulled me tighter. As the intensity of our kiss increased, I ran my hands under his jeans and boxers and grabbed his backside. He laughed a little and grabbed me in kind, over my jeans. I sighed contently and started sliding my hand around his hip. He caught it as I passed along his hip bone.

“No Kiera, we’re going slow…remember?”

“We’re going slow…not stopping.” I pulled away and gave him a serious look. “I want to know that you still want me. I want to know that I drive you as crazy as you drive me.”

He kissed my nose. “You do…you do, Kiera. I want you so much. You have no idea how hard I am for you right now.”

I leaned in to kiss him, my hand trying once again to slip around and feel him. “Exactly, Kellan…I have no idea. I want to feel you.”

He groaned against my lips. “If you touch me, I won’t be able to keep resisting this beautiful body in my arms…we’ll skip right past slow.” He pulled back to look at me pointedly. “And it was your idea.”

I wanted to laugh, but instead I yanked my hand away, frustrated. Kellan noticed my expression and the next thing I knew his hand was deftly unzipping his jeans. My face was surely comical as I watched him slip them down his hips. “What are you doing?” I asked quietly, my heart rate starting to spike.

“I don’t want to disappoint you. If this is really what you want…I’ll let you feel.”

My breath started increasing to an embarrassing pace as I trailed a finger down the deep line of his abdomen. His stomach clenched as my finger passed over tender flesh. He let out a sharp breath as my hand slipped under his boxers. I exhaled and leaned myself against his shoulder as I wrapped my hand around the hard base of him. I could feel how much he wanted me with each throbbing pulse. He was ready, so very ready and I started to wonder how long our “slow time” was going to last.

“God, Kellan…you do want me.”

He sighed and laughed a little. “I told you I did.” His voice was husky and slightly strained. It was achingly erotic. I started moving my hand up and down the length of him.

“Kiera…stop.”

I pulled back and kissed him, fiercely, hungrily. He matched my intensity and we both groaned together. But even still, his hand reached down to wrap around mine on him. Lacing our fingers, he stopped my movement. The image of him touching himself made an ache go straight through me. I nimbly changed the positions of our hands so that his was beneath mine and he was wrapping his fingers around himself.

He pulled back to look at me, confusion and desire on his face. My breath was fast and unsteady, nearly uncontainable, much like my racing heart.

“Kiera?”

“Oh God, Kellan…you do it,” I whispered.

The corners of his lips lifted as he looked over the clear passion in my face. I cringed at the idea of asking him what I wanted, but I did it anyway. “I want to watch you come…and I want you to do it.” My face heated in pure embarrassment but he smiled crookedly and cocked his head.

“You…want to watch that?”

I nodded exuberantly and kissed him so hard I almost bit his lip. “God yes…is that moving too fast?”

He shook his head against my lips and I could feel the smile there, and the quickened breath. Without saying anything else, he adjusted his boxers with his free hand and moved our interlaced fingers down the length of him. With a firm, practiced grip, he ran his hand up to the end and over the tip. He moved with the confidence of someone who knew their body very well, and I groaned at the thought of him touching himself like this when we were apart. I wanted to ask him, but couldn’t bring myself to say those words; my cheeks were still heated from just asking him to do this much.

As our fingers ran back down his body, he let out a low, enticing noise and dropped his head to my shoulder. His lips found the crook of my neck and he started moving our fingers with more force and purpose. We were still on our sides facing each other and my hands were still wrapped up with his as we slid them along his length. I enjoyed the hardness and softness of his tender skin, but this wasn’t really the fantasy I had in mind. While he groaned into my neck, I released my hand from his so only he was left stroking the thickness.

He paused for a moment when he felt my hand withdraw, and kissing his ear, I whispered, “No, keep going. I want you to do it.”

He groaned and kissed my shoulder, muttering my name. His hand took over caressing himself and I stared unabashedly. My breath quickened as I watched the repetitive motion. An ache built between my legs and I could feel how wet I was, just watching. And listening. Kellan moaned into my skin, sucked in quick breaths through his teeth. The effect, combined with watching his masterful strokes was nearly too much for me.

“Oh God, Kiera…oh God.” He lifted his head to kiss me, his arm giving himself long, hard strokes that were getting faster, more insistent. Between his lips, I peeked down at him, still wanting to watch. He was starting to throb and I imagined that length pumping inside of me and not his hand.

“Kellan…” I moaned as my hand traveled down my stomach.

Kellan shifted his hooded eyes to take in my action. His breath caught and his hand lost the rhythm for a second before continuing. “Oh God, Kiera…yes…touch yourself too.”

Spurred by the ache in his voice, beyond the point of being embarrassed by the impressive sight of his close-to-coming body, I unfastened my jeans and slipped my fingers inside. I gasped at how wet I was and then groaned when I touched the area most connected to my own ache.

“Fuck,” I heard him mutter beside me and I could only moan in response.

The sight of him pleasuring himself and the sounds of it in my ears caused me to come almost instantly. I’d barely rubbed myself when the wave hit me and I arched my back, groaning hard and letting a “yes” fall from my lips.

As the tension was releasing throughout my entire body, I heard Kellan’s breathing speed up to panting. I made myself ignore the desire to linger in the peace flowing through my body with my eyes closed. I forced them open so I could watch what I really wanted to watch—him coming.

Kellan grunted and muttered, “Oh God,” as his hand worked over his body. Mine started re-responding to the sight and I realized I was still touching myself. It felt good again and I kept it up, flicking a glance at Kellan’s eyes staring at my fingers in my jeans in a near trance. And then his jaw dropped open and his body started to still. “Kiera, I’m…oh God, I’m…”

I quickly looked down so I wouldn’t miss it. His stomach clenched and his lower body stiffened, but that barely got my attention. It was the fluid pulsing out of him that made me gasp and climax again.

We came together, muttering names and pleas and other words too quiet to hear. His lips fell to mine once he was empty, my jeans dark from where he’d spilled on me. I surprisingly didn’t care. That entire experience had been one of the most erotic things I’d ever seen. Carefully, I retracted my hand from my jeans and broke apart from Kellan’s lips.  While he gazed at me with half-lidded eyes, I swiped my wet finger into his mouth. He groaned and closed his eyes, sucking on the appendage I’d offered him.

“Fuck,” he muttered again.

We asked S.C. Stephens to tell us the song that inspired the deleted Thoughtless scene…ummm we think it’s fitting , don’t you?

I Touch Myself by the Divinyls

  BIG thank you to Leanne Lewy for these gorgeous pics! xx

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CALLING KELLAN KYLE FANS!!!!!!! It's S.C. Stephens Day! To celebrate we have the Reckless Summary and so much more

CHECK OUT THE SUMMARY FOR RECKLESS (BOOK #3 THOUGHTLESS) SERIES BY S. C. STEPHENS!

The word excited doesn’t begin to cover this news!

The Thoughtless series remains one of our favourite series to date.  These books have and always will have a special place in our hearts.  The third and final book in this series will release on 5th March 2013 where we will once again join Kellan and Kiera and share their love, life and journey as they deal with new found fame and the problems it can bring.

We can’t wait to read more about the two characters who mean the absolute world to us.

PLUS!!!!!

We have also included ALL teasers from Reckless by S. C. Stephens together with the Reckless PlaylistKellan and Anna POV scenes from Thoughtless Book #1, a “Behind the Scenes” interview we did with Kellan, Griffin and Kiera  and links to S.C. Stephens’ books and be sure to check out all her books at the end of the page (phew!)

Still not enough?  Well check here for a great Giveaway of copies of Thoughtless & Effortless Kindle Books and Paperbacks.

See here for more details

OH AND THERE’S MORE!!!

Coming up real soon, we’ve got the HOTTEST – NEVER BEFORE RELEASED DELETED SCENE from Thoughtless that you have to see to believe!

Want to see K&K as you’ve never seen them before?  Well TB has it and we’re gonna share it real soon – just as soon as we get out of the freezer!!!!

It’s all here in one place and that place is Totallybookedblog!

So read on and enjoy

SUMMARY FOR RECKLESS:

“Can love survive when life gets Reckless?”

When the band hits it big, Kiera and Kellan must ask themselves: Can their love for each other survive the constant pressures of superstardom? The friendships they’ve formed, the new family they’ve found, and the history they’ve forged will all play a part in helping them navigate the turbulent waters of the band’s exploding popularity. A greedy executive hell-bent on success, a declining pop star looking for an edge, and a media circus that twists lies into truths are just some of the obstacles the lovers will have to overcome if they are going to remain together. Fame comes with a price-but will it cost Kiera and Kellan everything?

**Teasers from Reckless (Thoughtless #3) by S. C. Stephens **

Teaser One:

Please, you guys aren’t married.” Griffin crossed his arms over his chest and glared at Kellan. “No bachelor party…no marriage. That’s the law.”
I matched Griffin’s posture. “That is not a law, Griffin.”
He swung his head around to look at me. “Well, it should be. No T and A, no ball and chain.” There was an annoying smirk on his face and I really wanted to smack it off of him. I resisted, though.
Anna helped me out by smacking the back of his head. He narrowed his eyes at her. “What? It’s a fair sacrifice. If you’ve got to be with one chick for the rest of your life, then you should at least get to go out with a bang. Or two. Or three.”
Anna raised a perfectly arched brow. “Really? Would you want some jackass to do that with our daughter?”
Her hand caressed her belly and Griffin’s eyes shifted to where his child was peacefully growing. His lips in a scowl, he told her, “Fuck no. I’ll chop the little bastard’s balls off if he tries that kind of shit on my girl.”

Teaser Two:

I was leaning against the cool white steps that led down into the turquoise water, watching the tiny disruptive waves my legs made as I lightly kicked them in front of me. The smell of chlorine and sunblock filled my senses, and except for some birds squawking in a nearby tree, all was quiet. Knowing this peace wouldn’t last, I savored it.
Under the water, a dark shape approached me. Hands ran up my legs, stilling them, as the submerged body swam right over mine. Stopping at my waist, Kellan lifted his head out of the water and crooked a grin at me. “Hey.”
“Hey,” I muttered, biting my lip. His hair was slicked back from his face, and beads of water rolled down his cheeks. The sunlight sparkled in his eyes, lightening the deep blue color. He was glorious, and for this one moment in time, he was all mine.
Sighing, I sat up and wrapped my arms around his neck; my legs automatically tightened around his waist. He sank to his knees, holding me in his arms in the shallow water. If contentment could be felt as a physical thing, like the warmth from the sun or a cool breeze on a hot day, then surely I was feeling it right now as I laid my head on his shoulder and let myself be consumed by his presence

Teaser Three: 

Matt opened his mouth to speak, but his loudmouth cousin beat him to it. “To fame, fortune, and scores of loose women!” Griffin downed his shot while the rest of us stared at him.
When Griffin smacked his empty glass on the table, Matt continued with his toast like nothing had happened. “To good friends and good music. May we always have both.

Teaser Four:

By the time Bridgette and her merry maids were finished with the D-Bags, I had to admit, they looked good. Every single one of them was stunning, even Griffin. But Kellan…was drop-dead gorgeous. Smoldering. My jaw dropped when he stepped in front of the plain backdrop. He’d come into the studio wearing loose, faded blue jeans and a white t-shirt. They’d dressed him in slim jeans that were frayed in all the right places, and they’d layered his basic white shirt with a dark brown leather jacket. It was tight to his body, so it looked more like a fitted shirt, and it was zipped open to his mid-chest. It stopped right above his waist, so that his entire studded belt was visible; a trace amount of skin was visible too. It was…hot. His hair was usually a rumpled, sexy mess, but Bridgette had flawlessly styled it so that every strand was in the most appealing place possible. There was one strand hanging down by his eye that just about did me in.
He looked the part of the sexy bad boy rock star that worried my father on a daily basis, but he was frowning as he walked over to me.
“You look great. What’s wrong?”
“I’m wearing makeup. I feel like an idiot.”
I examined his skin, but I couldn’t really tell that he was wearing anything, maybe just some definition around his eyes; the blueness was popping out at me so much that my heart was beating a little faster. “I can’t even tell. You’re fine.”
He started to run a hand through his hair, then stopped himself. “I’m wearing eyeliner…and I’m pretty sure she put lipstick on me.”
My smile was impossible to hide. “You look incredible…darn near delectable.”
Cocking his head, Kellan wrapped his arms around me. “Yeah? Would you like a bite?” As I felt heat staining my cheeks, Kellan glanced around, then leaned down to my ear; the smell of the leather jacket mixing with his scent was intoxicating. “We could disappear for a few minutes.”

 Teaser Five:

“Would you sit down, please?”
I pressed the palms of my hands over my stomach, trying to stop the butterflies from taking flight. “Aren’t you nervous? Even a little bit?”
Kellan took another swig of beer. “Well, watching you is making me a little nervous.” Setting his drink down on a nearby table, he patted his lap. “Come over here and help me relax.”
Smirking, I walked over to him. He didn’t have a nervous bone in his body. Not about this, anyway. This, Kellan could do naked, in front of a million people, and be just fine. There was something seriously wrong with him.
I straddled his lap, tangling my hands in his hair. Maybe his calm would seep into me, if we got close enough. I placed a light kiss on his lips and Kellan let out a soft laugh. “There, I feel better already.”

 Teaser Six:

Kellan and I held hands as we stared up at the red neon glowing with the words Pete’s Bar. It was almost hard to believe that it was just a little over two years ago that I had first lain eyes on Kellan here. He’d seemed like such a player, and I suppose he was back then, but there was a surprising amount of depth to this ex-player.
As I was reminiscing, Kellan bumped my shoulder. “Did I ever tell you that I noticed you the second you walked into Pete’s with Denny?”
I looked up at him, surprised. “Really? While you were playing? With all of those people in the bar?”
Walking backwards, Kellan pulled me towards the double doors to the large, rectangular building. “Yep. It was like an electric current zipped around the room when you stepped through the doors. Like I knew I’d never be the same from that moment forward.”
He gave me a crooked grin. I rolled my eyes. “That did not happen. You noticed Denny. I seriously doubt you noticed me.”
Kellan stopped walking and I stepped into his chest. Being here, in the parking lot of Pete’s with him, felt just as much like home to me as our little, white two-story place. “I could barely pull my eyes away from you. Just glancing at you made my head feel lighter, made my stomach…tingle. Watching you was…life-changing.”
I couldn’t help but be moved by his words. Then I remembered his very suggestive performance. I gave him a sly grin. “And yet, you still managed to mentally undress every female in your audience.”
Kellan laughed as he resumed walking. “Yeah, okay, I’ll give you that one.” He cocked a brow at me. “I did notice you, though.” His eyes scanned my face. “How could I not?”

Teaser Seven:

With the phone glued to my ear, I got ready for bed. Because I missed him, I threw on a shirt that I didn’t typically wear. Not because I didn’t like it, but because it was saturated with Kellan’s scent, and I didn’t want that to fade. Slipping on the black shirt with the word Douchebags in bright-white bold letters, I crawled into the bed I shared with Kellan.
As Kellan gave me the rundown on his schedule, I brought the fabric of my t-shirt up to my nose and inhaled the smell of him. It was incredible, manly, yet clean. I still wasn’t sure what combination of products he used to create that scent, but it was the most sensuous smell in the world. And I suppose it was possible that it wasn’t a manufactured scent. Maybe he just naturally smelled amazing; his bare skin was quite edible after all.
I giggled a little at that thought and Kellan stopped talking. “What are you doing?” he asked, a clear smile in his voice.
“I just crawled into bed–”
He immediately cut me off. “Are you naked?”
I flushed all over, and felt a stirring in my body by his words alone. I could still hear faint noises in the background, so I knew Kellan wasn’t by himself. But maybe he could be…
“No…I’m wearing the shirt you gave me a long time ago. It’s my favorite shirt. I don’t usually wear it, though.” I closed my eyes as I confessed just how obsessed with him I was. “It smells like you, and I want it to stay that way.”
Kellan chuckled in a low tone; it ignited the spark of heat in my belly that he’d stoked earlier. I ran a hand over my body as the ache of loneliness within me grew. I missed him so much–his touch, his smile, his eyes, his tattoo…his heart. Everything.
“Really?” he asked. “Do I…smell?”
A low, purr-like sound escaped me. “Yes, you do, and it’s the best smell in the world. Better than coffee.”
Kellan groaned. “God, Kiera, you’re turning me on.

Kellan POV from Thoughtless (Thoughtless #1)

Eight weeks. It’s been eight weeks since I’ve seen her face, heard her laugh. Eight weeks since I’ve touched her body, felt her lips on mine. Eight weeks since I’ve held her, told her I loved her. Eight weeks since she’s held me…told me she loved me, if she ever really did. It’s been the longest fucking eight weeks in my entire fucking life.
I’ve stopped myself from calling her about fifty times a day. I just want to hear her voice. The house feels like a tomb without her in it. Everything is stale, musty. I hate being there. I’d rather be here, at the bar, drowning my sorrows in beer after beer. At least there’s warmth here at the bar. My home…all that’s left there is bone-chilling coldness. And I’m so tired of being cold.
“Kellan, you okay?”
I stopped picking the label off of my beer bottle and glanced over at Evan. His big, brown eyes were warm and soft—compassionate and empathetic. I was really tired of seeing that look on him.
“Yes.”
I resumed my destructive habit after my monosyllabic answer. Evan didn’t ask about my mood again. He knew I wasn’t going to tell him anything other than, “Yes,” or “Fine.” That’s all I ever told him. He wasn’t stupid, though. He knew I was miserable. They all did. Well, except Griffin. He rarely noticed anything outside of his own dick.
God, I’m in a bad mood. I really need more beer.
Looking up at the bar, my heart involuntarily squeezed. Even though it had been weeks…eight long, fucking weeks…I still expected to see Kiera whenever I looked around Pete’s. But all I ever saw was Jenny, Kate, and the girl from the day shift that had replaced Kiera. Emily, I think. And Rita. Her eyes never left me long. In fact, she was staring holes into me right now.
I raised my beer to her, indicating that I needed another one. She immediately grabbed a bottle and snapped at Emily to bring it to me. Anything she could do to get me hammered. Or, more hammered, since I was pretty buzzed already. Rita was probably hoping I’d get drunk enough to take her behind the bar again. Not likely. I didn’t want to be with her. I didn’t want to be with anyone. No one, except…
“Here you go, Kellan.”
Emily stepped up to my table and broke my thoughts at an opportune time. I didn’t want to think about Kiera again, and I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Why did everything have to remind me of her? I should be able to forget her. After all, she didn’t want me. In the end, she didn’t want me.
‘Him…’
Shaking away the word that haunts my dreams, I gave Emily a brief smile as I took the offered beer. She gave me a bright smile in return. Emily was cute, with dark hair, dark eyes, and a trim figure. She probably earned her fair share of tips around here. If this was last year, I would have given her my best I-want-you smile, and asked her to go home with me. At the interest in her eyes as she gazed at me, I think she probably would have too.
But that wasn’t my life anymore. And sex wasn’t my goal tonight. Sleeping with someone right now would only make me feel worse, and I didn’t want to feel any worse than I already did. Not wanting to encourage a relationship I didn’t want, I averted my eyes from Emily and took a long draw from my fresh beer.
With a small sigh that I probably wasn’t supposed to hear, Emily asked if I needed anything else. Setting my beer on the table, I peeled off the last remaining piece of the label. It was clinging for its life to the dark, empty bottle, and it stuck to my hand when it finally gave way. Shaking my fingers, I tossed the label onto the small pile of labels in front of me, then I handed the now nondescript bottle to Emily. Might as well keep my insanity organized.
By the time I was nearly done with that beer, my brain was nice and foggy. I couldn’t even recall…what’s her name.
‘Me or him, Kiera?’
‘Him…’
Damn it. My brain wasn’t foggy enough. I needed more beer. It probably wouldn’t help though. Nothing could really block her from my mind. Not booze, not music, not women…
“Are you Kellan Kyle of the D-Bags?”
I glanced up at a perky blonde in a halter top. Really. A halter top. In Seattle. In the middle of winter. She had to be freezing her ass off. Yep. One quick, covert glance at her chest confirmed that she was indeed cold.
Sighing, I started picking the label off of my beer bottle. The monotonous activity helped distract my brain, sort of. I still felt empty, hollow, and images of Kiera’s face clouded my mind, even through the haze of alcohol. Why did she pick Denny? Why wasn’t I good enough? I’m never good enough…
“Leave me alone,” I told the fan dying for some attention from me.
The fan either didn’t hear me, or chose to ignore my direct request. Leaning over so I had a full shot of her cleavage, she asked, “Can I buy you another beer?”
Avoiding looking at the chest she was displaying for me, I searched her eyes. What did she see when she saw me? A nice face? Attractive, deep blue eyes? A small slice of fame? A bad boy that she could brag to her friends about in the morning? Could she really not see that I’d just had my heart ripped out of my chest and torn into a million tiny pieces? Couldn’t she tell I was…broken.
I leaned forward, just a little. The tiny encouragement was all she needed. She giggled and squeezed her breasts together to make an even more impressive show. Too bad all of her efforts were wasted; I wasn’t enjoying it. I opened my mouth to speak and her gaze followed the movement of my lips. I could tell her anything right now, and she’d agree to whatever I had to say. Well, maybe not. She may not agree to this.
“I said, leave me the fuck alone.”
Her face went from inviting to pissy in three seconds flat. Spinning on her heel, she stalked off to bad mouth me to her table of awaiting friends. As she walked away, Evan beside me asked, “You sure you’re all right?”
Pulling too hard, I ripped my beer bottle label in half. Damn it. “I’m fine.”
As I downed the rest of my beer, Evan paused like he was thinking about what he wanted to say to me. I tensed, wondering if he was going to try talking to me. I didn’t want to talk. There was nothing to talk about. The woman I loved led me on…told me she was mine, then slept with my best friend. She told me we’d be together…then she chose him. Then our affair blew up in our face, and I lost Denny too. I lost them both in one stupid, fell swoop. Of course, losing Denny was completely my fault. But I didn’t want to talk about that. I didn’t want to talk about any of it. I wanted more beer.
Emily was helping someone else, and Rita was surprisingly not looking my way, so I stood up to walk over to the bar. I’d hop over it and grab my own beer if I needed to.
My head swam as the change in position made the alcohol rush to my head. I put my hand on the edge of my table to steady myself. The dizziness would pass in a minute, and then I could get more alcohol. Maybe if I did, I would blackout tonight, and I wouldn’t dream about Kiera. Lately, I’d been dreaming about seeing her at the airport, about telling her goodbye. If anything could stop those dreams from coming, I would readily embrace it. Because, in my dreams, I didn’t tell her goodbye. I told her I love her, and I wanted to be with her. I showed her the tattoo of her name branded over my heart, and begged her to love me. And in my dream, she does. And it hurts like fucking hell when I wake up, because I know it’s not real. She didn’t choose me.
My dark thoughts made it hard to stand upright, and both of my hands dropped to the table. Griffin stopped his conversation with Matt to glare at me. “Dude, are you gonna hurl?”
Matt’s eyes were as sympathetic as Evan’s. “You okay, Kell?”
Sniffling, I shoved myself away from the table. I stumbled, but managed to stay upright. I guess I had more than I realized. Oh well, a couple more won’t hurt then. When I moved to head towards the bar, Evan stood and grabbed my elbow.
“Let me go, Evan.”
Evan’s mouth compressed into a firm line. I knew what he was going to say, even before he said it. “You’ve had enough, I’ll take you home.”
Scoffing, I jerked my arm away and pointed at the table. “I had two.” My words were slightly slurred, but I didn’t care.
Matt rifled through my pile of labels, then looked up at Evan. “Uh, more like seven, Kell.”
“Whatever.” Annoyed, I grabbed my jacket. If I couldn’t drink in peace here, then I would drink in peace somewhere else. Scowling at Matt and Evan, I slipped my jacket on. Or tried to anyway. I couldn’t seem to find the right holes.
Matt stood up when he figured out I was leaving. “You’re not driving.”
Irritated at my guitarist, irritated at my drummer, irritated at my life, I jerked my head from one band member to the other. The room spun a little. “I’ll do whatever the fuck I want! Leave me alone!” Finally successful, I slipped my jacket over my shoulders. Inexplicably, the leather smelled like Kiera to me.
Matt rolled his eyes and looked over to Evan. The buzzed-cut rocker sighed, then started rifling through my jacket pockets. I batted his hands away, but he was way more coordinated than me at the moment. After fishing my keys out of my pocket, he tossed them down the table, out of my reach. They landed in front of Griffin; he stared at them blankly, then turned his attention to a girl at the next table.
I dove across the table to snatch my keys back, but Matt was quicker and nabbed them first. All I ended up doing was falling onto the table and knocking over Griffin’s beer. That got his attention focused back on me. Saving his bottle from rolling off the table, he snapped, “Dude! What the fuck?”
Wishing I was anywhere but here, I laid my cheek on the cool table and stared up at Evan. He was even more concerned than before, if that was possible. Conversations battled in my brain. Some with Kiera, some with Denny. Some of them were good, some really, really bad. All of it made pain rocket through my body; I felt my chest sizzle, like someone was holding a hot iron to my heart…right over her tattoo.
Not wanting to look like an idiot anymore tonight, I carefully stood up. Feeling weak, defeated, and utterly alone, I muttered, “All right…take me home.”

Anna POV from Thoughtless (Thoughtless #1)

Pulling back the cardboard, I looked at the assortment of goodies that my sister had sent from her new home. She was going to school in Washington, and living in sin with her longtime boyfriend, Denny. He was cute, sweet. A little tame for my tastes, but a perfect match for Kiera. I was sure she’d be walking down the aisle any day now. Mom would be thrilled.
Seeing that my sister had included cookies in the care package, I pulled out the box that looked like it had come from a local bakery. The cookies were still soft, heavenly. As I chewed on a chocolate chip one, I flipped through the photo album she’d sent with them. Lots of scenery of Seattle—the Space Needle, some ferries, the university campus, the bar where Kiera was working. I paused on a picture of Kiera and Denny on a pier. My sister and her boyfriend were adorable together. Denny was slight for a guy, just a little bit taller than Kiera really, and he had dark brown hair that blended well with Kiera’s softer shade. With their arms wrapped around each other and huge grins on their rosy cheeks, they were matching bookends of cuteness. It was almost sickening.
I flipped past their picture and just about had an orgasm when I saw the next one. A man with shaggy light brown hair, piercing dark blue eyes, and a smile that screamed sex, was standing right between Kiera and Denny. “Holy mother of God. Who the fuck is that?” I lifted the picture so it was right in front of my eyes. It had to be a mirage. No way was I seeing what I was really seeing. Men that attractive didn’t really exist. But the man in the photo didn’t get any less attractive as I brought the picture closer to me. He was real, and he was the hottest person I’d ever seen. And that was saying a lot. I knew some very attractive people.
Was this who Kiera and Denny were rooming with? God, if so, Kiera’s new roommate was gorgeous. No, not just gorgeous….that word wasn’t enough. He was so good looking it was difficult to find a word that fully summed up how hot he was. He was just…edible. And fuckable. Fuck-edible. I wanted to screw him and lick him, all at the same time. And I wanted him to screw me and lick me, over and over again. Goddamn it! Why didn’t Kiera tell me about this guy? She was seriously breaking our sister code of ethics, the one that says ‘If you come into contact with a hot man, no, a fuck-edible man, you will alert said sister of any and all potential for sexual encounters.’ Kiera was in seriously hot water.

 

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Reckless Playlist

  • I Can’t Not Love You by Every Avenue
  • I Won’t Give Up by Jason Mraz
  • Somebody That I Used to Know by Gotye
  • Burn it Down by Linkin Park
  •  I Love You by Avril Lavigne
  •  Collide by Howie Day
  • Marry Me by Train
  • Weird by Hanson
  • Faithfully by Boyce Avenue (cover)
  • Mine to Love by Dave Barnes
  • I Made It (Acoustic) by Kevin Rudolf
  • Call Me Maybe by Carly Rae Jepsen
  • Brighter Than the Sun by Colbie Caillat
  • You da One by Rihanna
  • Everything I Ask For by The Maine
  • All the Right Moves by One Republic
  • Rude Boy by Rhianna
  • Telling the World by Taio Cruz
  • Everything You Do by He Is We
  • Marry You by Bruno Mars
  • Everything by Lifehouse
  • I Love You Always Forever by Donna Lewis
  • Smile by Avril Lavigne
  • Fig Jam by Butterfingers
  • Down by Jay Sean
  • I Like it Like That by Hot Chelle Rae
  • Naturally by Selena Gomex & the Scene
  • She Hates Me by Puddle of Mud
  • Glad You Came by The Wanted
  • You And Me by Lifehouse
  • Love Will Take You by Angus & Julia Stone
  • Endlessly by The Cab
  • Northern Lights by Cider Sky
  • The World Belongs to Me by My Darkest Days
  • Watch the World by Every Avenue
  • Your Guardian Angel by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
  • Goodbye, Apathy by One Republic
  • All Star by Smashmouth
  • Time After Time by Quietdrive
  • Two is Better Than One by Boys Like Girls
  • Everybody Loves Me by One Republic
  • So Far Away by Staind
  • Have Faith in Me by A Day to Remember
  • Come Undone by My Darkest Days
  • Hanging by a Moment by Lifehouse
  • Made for You by One Republic
  • Sexy and I Know It by LMFAO
  • You Make Me Feel Good by Cobra Starship
  • Powerless by Linkin Park
  • The Reason by Hoobastank
  • You’re a Superstar by Love, Inc.

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CALLING KELLAN KYLE FANS!!!!!!! It’s S.C. Stephens Day! To celebrate we have the Reckless Summary and so much more

CHECK OUT THE SUMMARY FOR RECKLESS (BOOK #3 THOUGHTLESS) SERIES BY S. C. STEPHENS!

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The Thoughtless series remains one of our favourite series to date.  These books have and always will have a special place in our hearts.  The third and final book in this series will release on 5th March 2013 where we will once again join Kellan and Kiera and share their love, life and journey as they deal with new found fame and the problems it can bring.

We can’t wait to read more about the two characters who mean the absolute world to us.

PLUS!!!!!

We have also included ALL teasers from Reckless by S. C. Stephens together with the Reckless PlaylistKellan and Anna POV scenes from Thoughtless Book #1, a “Behind the Scenes” interview we did with Kellan, Griffin and Kiera  and links to S.C. Stephens’ books and be sure to check out all her books at the end of the page (phew!)

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SUMMARY FOR RECKLESS:

“Can love survive when life gets Reckless?”

When the band hits it big, Kiera and Kellan must ask themselves: Can their love for each other survive the constant pressures of superstardom? The friendships they’ve formed, the new family they’ve found, and the history they’ve forged will all play a part in helping them navigate the turbulent waters of the band’s exploding popularity. A greedy executive hell-bent on success, a declining pop star looking for an edge, and a media circus that twists lies into truths are just some of the obstacles the lovers will have to overcome if they are going to remain together. Fame comes with a price-but will it cost Kiera and Kellan everything?

**Teasers from Reckless (Thoughtless #3) by S. C. Stephens **

Teaser One:

Please, you guys aren’t married.” Griffin crossed his arms over his chest and glared at Kellan. “No bachelor party…no marriage. That’s the law.”
I matched Griffin’s posture. “That is not a law, Griffin.”
He swung his head around to look at me. “Well, it should be. No T and A, no ball and chain.” There was an annoying smirk on his face and I really wanted to smack it off of him. I resisted, though.
Anna helped me out by smacking the back of his head. He narrowed his eyes at her. “What? It’s a fair sacrifice. If you’ve got to be with one chick for the rest of your life, then you should at least get to go out with a bang. Or two. Or three.”
Anna raised a perfectly arched brow. “Really? Would you want some jackass to do that with our daughter?”
Her hand caressed her belly and Griffin’s eyes shifted to where his child was peacefully growing. His lips in a scowl, he told her, “Fuck no. I’ll chop the little bastard’s balls off if he tries that kind of shit on my girl.”

Teaser Two:

I was leaning against the cool white steps that led down into the turquoise water, watching the tiny disruptive waves my legs made as I lightly kicked them in front of me. The smell of chlorine and sunblock filled my senses, and except for some birds squawking in a nearby tree, all was quiet. Knowing this peace wouldn’t last, I savored it.
Under the water, a dark shape approached me. Hands ran up my legs, stilling them, as the submerged body swam right over mine. Stopping at my waist, Kellan lifted his head out of the water and crooked a grin at me. “Hey.”
“Hey,” I muttered, biting my lip. His hair was slicked back from his face, and beads of water rolled down his cheeks. The sunlight sparkled in his eyes, lightening the deep blue color. He was glorious, and for this one moment in time, he was all mine.
Sighing, I sat up and wrapped my arms around his neck; my legs automatically tightened around his waist. He sank to his knees, holding me in his arms in the shallow water. If contentment could be felt as a physical thing, like the warmth from the sun or a cool breeze on a hot day, then surely I was feeling it right now as I laid my head on his shoulder and let myself be consumed by his presence

Teaser Three: 

Matt opened his mouth to speak, but his loudmouth cousin beat him to it. “To fame, fortune, and scores of loose women!” Griffin downed his shot while the rest of us stared at him.
When Griffin smacked his empty glass on the table, Matt continued with his toast like nothing had happened. “To good friends and good music. May we always have both.

Teaser Four:

By the time Bridgette and her merry maids were finished with the D-Bags, I had to admit, they looked good. Every single one of them was stunning, even Griffin. But Kellan…was drop-dead gorgeous. Smoldering. My jaw dropped when he stepped in front of the plain backdrop. He’d come into the studio wearing loose, faded blue jeans and a white t-shirt. They’d dressed him in slim jeans that were frayed in all the right places, and they’d layered his basic white shirt with a dark brown leather jacket. It was tight to his body, so it looked more like a fitted shirt, and it was zipped open to his mid-chest. It stopped right above his waist, so that his entire studded belt was visible; a trace amount of skin was visible too. It was…hot. His hair was usually a rumpled, sexy mess, but Bridgette had flawlessly styled it so that every strand was in the most appealing place possible. There was one strand hanging down by his eye that just about did me in.
He looked the part of the sexy bad boy rock star that worried my father on a daily basis, but he was frowning as he walked over to me.
“You look great. What’s wrong?”
“I’m wearing makeup. I feel like an idiot.”
I examined his skin, but I couldn’t really tell that he was wearing anything, maybe just some definition around his eyes; the blueness was popping out at me so much that my heart was beating a little faster. “I can’t even tell. You’re fine.”
He started to run a hand through his hair, then stopped himself. “I’m wearing eyeliner…and I’m pretty sure she put lipstick on me.”
My smile was impossible to hide. “You look incredible…darn near delectable.”
Cocking his head, Kellan wrapped his arms around me. “Yeah? Would you like a bite?” As I felt heat staining my cheeks, Kellan glanced around, then leaned down to my ear; the smell of the leather jacket mixing with his scent was intoxicating. “We could disappear for a few minutes.”

 Teaser Five:

“Would you sit down, please?”
I pressed the palms of my hands over my stomach, trying to stop the butterflies from taking flight. “Aren’t you nervous? Even a little bit?”
Kellan took another swig of beer. “Well, watching you is making me a little nervous.” Setting his drink down on a nearby table, he patted his lap. “Come over here and help me relax.”
Smirking, I walked over to him. He didn’t have a nervous bone in his body. Not about this, anyway. This, Kellan could do naked, in front of a million people, and be just fine. There was something seriously wrong with him.
I straddled his lap, tangling my hands in his hair. Maybe his calm would seep into me, if we got close enough. I placed a light kiss on his lips and Kellan let out a soft laugh. “There, I feel better already.”

 Teaser Six:

Kellan and I held hands as we stared up at the red neon glowing with the words Pete’s Bar. It was almost hard to believe that it was just a little over two years ago that I had first lain eyes on Kellan here. He’d seemed like such a player, and I suppose he was back then, but there was a surprising amount of depth to this ex-player.
As I was reminiscing, Kellan bumped my shoulder. “Did I ever tell you that I noticed you the second you walked into Pete’s with Denny?”
I looked up at him, surprised. “Really? While you were playing? With all of those people in the bar?”
Walking backwards, Kellan pulled me towards the double doors to the large, rectangular building. “Yep. It was like an electric current zipped around the room when you stepped through the doors. Like I knew I’d never be the same from that moment forward.”
He gave me a crooked grin. I rolled my eyes. “That did not happen. You noticed Denny. I seriously doubt you noticed me.”
Kellan stopped walking and I stepped into his chest. Being here, in the parking lot of Pete’s with him, felt just as much like home to me as our little, white two-story place. “I could barely pull my eyes away from you. Just glancing at you made my head feel lighter, made my stomach…tingle. Watching you was…life-changing.”
I couldn’t help but be moved by his words. Then I remembered his very suggestive performance. I gave him a sly grin. “And yet, you still managed to mentally undress every female in your audience.”
Kellan laughed as he resumed walking. “Yeah, okay, I’ll give you that one.” He cocked a brow at me. “I did notice you, though.” His eyes scanned my face. “How could I not?”

Teaser Seven:

With the phone glued to my ear, I got ready for bed. Because I missed him, I threw on a shirt that I didn’t typically wear. Not because I didn’t like it, but because it was saturated with Kellan’s scent, and I didn’t want that to fade. Slipping on the black shirt with the word Douchebags in bright-white bold letters, I crawled into the bed I shared with Kellan.
As Kellan gave me the rundown on his schedule, I brought the fabric of my t-shirt up to my nose and inhaled the smell of him. It was incredible, manly, yet clean. I still wasn’t sure what combination of products he used to create that scent, but it was the most sensuous smell in the world. And I suppose it was possible that it wasn’t a manufactured scent. Maybe he just naturally smelled amazing; his bare skin was quite edible after all.
I giggled a little at that thought and Kellan stopped talking. “What are you doing?” he asked, a clear smile in his voice.
“I just crawled into bed–”
He immediately cut me off. “Are you naked?”
I flushed all over, and felt a stirring in my body by his words alone. I could still hear faint noises in the background, so I knew Kellan wasn’t by himself. But maybe he could be…
“No…I’m wearing the shirt you gave me a long time ago. It’s my favorite shirt. I don’t usually wear it, though.” I closed my eyes as I confessed just how obsessed with him I was. “It smells like you, and I want it to stay that way.”
Kellan chuckled in a low tone; it ignited the spark of heat in my belly that he’d stoked earlier. I ran a hand over my body as the ache of loneliness within me grew. I missed him so much–his touch, his smile, his eyes, his tattoo…his heart. Everything.
“Really?” he asked. “Do I…smell?”
A low, purr-like sound escaped me. “Yes, you do, and it’s the best smell in the world. Better than coffee.”
Kellan groaned. “God, Kiera, you’re turning me on.

Kellan POV from Thoughtless (Thoughtless #1)

Eight weeks. It’s been eight weeks since I’ve seen her face, heard her laugh. Eight weeks since I’ve touched her body, felt her lips on mine. Eight weeks since I’ve held her, told her I loved her. Eight weeks since she’s held me…told me she loved me, if she ever really did. It’s been the longest fucking eight weeks in my entire fucking life.
I’ve stopped myself from calling her about fifty times a day. I just want to hear her voice. The house feels like a tomb without her in it. Everything is stale, musty. I hate being there. I’d rather be here, at the bar, drowning my sorrows in beer after beer. At least there’s warmth here at the bar. My home…all that’s left there is bone-chilling coldness. And I’m so tired of being cold.
“Kellan, you okay?”
I stopped picking the label off of my beer bottle and glanced over at Evan. His big, brown eyes were warm and soft—compassionate and empathetic. I was really tired of seeing that look on him.
“Yes.”
I resumed my destructive habit after my monosyllabic answer. Evan didn’t ask about my mood again. He knew I wasn’t going to tell him anything other than, “Yes,” or “Fine.” That’s all I ever told him. He wasn’t stupid, though. He knew I was miserable. They all did. Well, except Griffin. He rarely noticed anything outside of his own dick.
God, I’m in a bad mood. I really need more beer.
Looking up at the bar, my heart involuntarily squeezed. Even though it had been weeks…eight long, fucking weeks…I still expected to see Kiera whenever I looked around Pete’s. But all I ever saw was Jenny, Kate, and the girl from the day shift that had replaced Kiera. Emily, I think. And Rita. Her eyes never left me long. In fact, she was staring holes into me right now.
I raised my beer to her, indicating that I needed another one. She immediately grabbed a bottle and snapped at Emily to bring it to me. Anything she could do to get me hammered. Or, more hammered, since I was pretty buzzed already. Rita was probably hoping I’d get drunk enough to take her behind the bar again. Not likely. I didn’t want to be with her. I didn’t want to be with anyone. No one, except…
“Here you go, Kellan.”
Emily stepped up to my table and broke my thoughts at an opportune time. I didn’t want to think about Kiera again, and I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Why did everything have to remind me of her? I should be able to forget her. After all, she didn’t want me. In the end, she didn’t want me.
‘Him…’
Shaking away the word that haunts my dreams, I gave Emily a brief smile as I took the offered beer. She gave me a bright smile in return. Emily was cute, with dark hair, dark eyes, and a trim figure. She probably earned her fair share of tips around here. If this was last year, I would have given her my best I-want-you smile, and asked her to go home with me. At the interest in her eyes as she gazed at me, I think she probably would have too.
But that wasn’t my life anymore. And sex wasn’t my goal tonight. Sleeping with someone right now would only make me feel worse, and I didn’t want to feel any worse than I already did. Not wanting to encourage a relationship I didn’t want, I averted my eyes from Emily and took a long draw from my fresh beer.
With a small sigh that I probably wasn’t supposed to hear, Emily asked if I needed anything else. Setting my beer on the table, I peeled off the last remaining piece of the label. It was clinging for its life to the dark, empty bottle, and it stuck to my hand when it finally gave way. Shaking my fingers, I tossed the label onto the small pile of labels in front of me, then I handed the now nondescript bottle to Emily. Might as well keep my insanity organized.
By the time I was nearly done with that beer, my brain was nice and foggy. I couldn’t even recall…what’s her name.
‘Me or him, Kiera?’
‘Him…’
Damn it. My brain wasn’t foggy enough. I needed more beer. It probably wouldn’t help though. Nothing could really block her from my mind. Not booze, not music, not women…
“Are you Kellan Kyle of the D-Bags?”
I glanced up at a perky blonde in a halter top. Really. A halter top. In Seattle. In the middle of winter. She had to be freezing her ass off. Yep. One quick, covert glance at her chest confirmed that she was indeed cold.
Sighing, I started picking the label off of my beer bottle. The monotonous activity helped distract my brain, sort of. I still felt empty, hollow, and images of Kiera’s face clouded my mind, even through the haze of alcohol. Why did she pick Denny? Why wasn’t I good enough? I’m never good enough…
“Leave me alone,” I told the fan dying for some attention from me.
The fan either didn’t hear me, or chose to ignore my direct request. Leaning over so I had a full shot of her cleavage, she asked, “Can I buy you another beer?”
Avoiding looking at the chest she was displaying for me, I searched her eyes. What did she see when she saw me? A nice face? Attractive, deep blue eyes? A small slice of fame? A bad boy that she could brag to her friends about in the morning? Could she really not see that I’d just had my heart ripped out of my chest and torn into a million tiny pieces? Couldn’t she tell I was…broken.
I leaned forward, just a little. The tiny encouragement was all she needed. She giggled and squeezed her breasts together to make an even more impressive show. Too bad all of her efforts were wasted; I wasn’t enjoying it. I opened my mouth to speak and her gaze followed the movement of my lips. I could tell her anything right now, and she’d agree to whatever I had to say. Well, maybe not. She may not agree to this.
“I said, leave me the fuck alone.”
Her face went from inviting to pissy in three seconds flat. Spinning on her heel, she stalked off to bad mouth me to her table of awaiting friends. As she walked away, Evan beside me asked, “You sure you’re all right?”
Pulling too hard, I ripped my beer bottle label in half. Damn it. “I’m fine.”
As I downed the rest of my beer, Evan paused like he was thinking about what he wanted to say to me. I tensed, wondering if he was going to try talking to me. I didn’t want to talk. There was nothing to talk about. The woman I loved led me on…told me she was mine, then slept with my best friend. She told me we’d be together…then she chose him. Then our affair blew up in our face, and I lost Denny too. I lost them both in one stupid, fell swoop. Of course, losing Denny was completely my fault. But I didn’t want to talk about that. I didn’t want to talk about any of it. I wanted more beer.
Emily was helping someone else, and Rita was surprisingly not looking my way, so I stood up to walk over to the bar. I’d hop over it and grab my own beer if I needed to.
My head swam as the change in position made the alcohol rush to my head. I put my hand on the edge of my table to steady myself. The dizziness would pass in a minute, and then I could get more alcohol. Maybe if I did, I would blackout tonight, and I wouldn’t dream about Kiera. Lately, I’d been dreaming about seeing her at the airport, about telling her goodbye. If anything could stop those dreams from coming, I would readily embrace it. Because, in my dreams, I didn’t tell her goodbye. I told her I love her, and I wanted to be with her. I showed her the tattoo of her name branded over my heart, and begged her to love me. And in my dream, she does. And it hurts like fucking hell when I wake up, because I know it’s not real. She didn’t choose me.
My dark thoughts made it hard to stand upright, and both of my hands dropped to the table. Griffin stopped his conversation with Matt to glare at me. “Dude, are you gonna hurl?”
Matt’s eyes were as sympathetic as Evan’s. “You okay, Kell?”
Sniffling, I shoved myself away from the table. I stumbled, but managed to stay upright. I guess I had more than I realized. Oh well, a couple more won’t hurt then. When I moved to head towards the bar, Evan stood and grabbed my elbow.
“Let me go, Evan.”
Evan’s mouth compressed into a firm line. I knew what he was going to say, even before he said it. “You’ve had enough, I’ll take you home.”
Scoffing, I jerked my arm away and pointed at the table. “I had two.” My words were slightly slurred, but I didn’t care.
Matt rifled through my pile of labels, then looked up at Evan. “Uh, more like seven, Kell.”
“Whatever.” Annoyed, I grabbed my jacket. If I couldn’t drink in peace here, then I would drink in peace somewhere else. Scowling at Matt and Evan, I slipped my jacket on. Or tried to anyway. I couldn’t seem to find the right holes.
Matt stood up when he figured out I was leaving. “You’re not driving.”
Irritated at my guitarist, irritated at my drummer, irritated at my life, I jerked my head from one band member to the other. The room spun a little. “I’ll do whatever the fuck I want! Leave me alone!” Finally successful, I slipped my jacket over my shoulders. Inexplicably, the leather smelled like Kiera to me.
Matt rolled his eyes and looked over to Evan. The buzzed-cut rocker sighed, then started rifling through my jacket pockets. I batted his hands away, but he was way more coordinated than me at the moment. After fishing my keys out of my pocket, he tossed them down the table, out of my reach. They landed in front of Griffin; he stared at them blankly, then turned his attention to a girl at the next table.
I dove across the table to snatch my keys back, but Matt was quicker and nabbed them first. All I ended up doing was falling onto the table and knocking over Griffin’s beer. That got his attention focused back on me. Saving his bottle from rolling off the table, he snapped, “Dude! What the fuck?”
Wishing I was anywhere but here, I laid my cheek on the cool table and stared up at Evan. He was even more concerned than before, if that was possible. Conversations battled in my brain. Some with Kiera, some with Denny. Some of them were good, some really, really bad. All of it made pain rocket through my body; I felt my chest sizzle, like someone was holding a hot iron to my heart…right over her tattoo.
Not wanting to look like an idiot anymore tonight, I carefully stood up. Feeling weak, defeated, and utterly alone, I muttered, “All right…take me home.”

Anna POV from Thoughtless (Thoughtless #1)

Pulling back the cardboard, I looked at the assortment of goodies that my sister had sent from her new home. She was going to school in Washington, and living in sin with her longtime boyfriend, Denny. He was cute, sweet. A little tame for my tastes, but a perfect match for Kiera. I was sure she’d be walking down the aisle any day now. Mom would be thrilled.
Seeing that my sister had included cookies in the care package, I pulled out the box that looked like it had come from a local bakery. The cookies were still soft, heavenly. As I chewed on a chocolate chip one, I flipped through the photo album she’d sent with them. Lots of scenery of Seattle—the Space Needle, some ferries, the university campus, the bar where Kiera was working. I paused on a picture of Kiera and Denny on a pier. My sister and her boyfriend were adorable together. Denny was slight for a guy, just a little bit taller than Kiera really, and he had dark brown hair that blended well with Kiera’s softer shade. With their arms wrapped around each other and huge grins on their rosy cheeks, they were matching bookends of cuteness. It was almost sickening.
I flipped past their picture and just about had an orgasm when I saw the next one. A man with shaggy light brown hair, piercing dark blue eyes, and a smile that screamed sex, was standing right between Kiera and Denny. “Holy mother of God. Who the fuck is that?” I lifted the picture so it was right in front of my eyes. It had to be a mirage. No way was I seeing what I was really seeing. Men that attractive didn’t really exist. But the man in the photo didn’t get any less attractive as I brought the picture closer to me. He was real, and he was the hottest person I’d ever seen. And that was saying a lot. I knew some very attractive people.
Was this who Kiera and Denny were rooming with? God, if so, Kiera’s new roommate was gorgeous. No, not just gorgeous….that word wasn’t enough. He was so good looking it was difficult to find a word that fully summed up how hot he was. He was just…edible. And fuckable. Fuck-edible. I wanted to screw him and lick him, all at the same time. And I wanted him to screw me and lick me, over and over again. Goddamn it! Why didn’t Kiera tell me about this guy? She was seriously breaking our sister code of ethics, the one that says ‘If you come into contact with a hot man, no, a fuck-edible man, you will alert said sister of any and all potential for sexual encounters.’ Kiera was in seriously hot water.

 

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Reckless Playlist

  • I Can’t Not Love You by Every Avenue
  • I Won’t Give Up by Jason Mraz
  • Somebody That I Used to Know by Gotye
  • Burn it Down by Linkin Park
  •  I Love You by Avril Lavigne
  •  Collide by Howie Day
  • Marry Me by Train
  • Weird by Hanson
  • Faithfully by Boyce Avenue (cover)
  • Mine to Love by Dave Barnes
  • I Made It (Acoustic) by Kevin Rudolf
  • Call Me Maybe by Carly Rae Jepsen
  • Brighter Than the Sun by Colbie Caillat
  • You da One by Rihanna
  • Everything I Ask For by The Maine
  • All the Right Moves by One Republic
  • Rude Boy by Rhianna
  • Telling the World by Taio Cruz
  • Everything You Do by He Is We
  • Marry You by Bruno Mars
  • Everything by Lifehouse
  • I Love You Always Forever by Donna Lewis
  • Smile by Avril Lavigne
  • Fig Jam by Butterfingers
  • Down by Jay Sean
  • I Like it Like That by Hot Chelle Rae
  • Naturally by Selena Gomex & the Scene
  • She Hates Me by Puddle of Mud
  • Glad You Came by The Wanted
  • You And Me by Lifehouse
  • Love Will Take You by Angus & Julia Stone
  • Endlessly by The Cab
  • Northern Lights by Cider Sky
  • The World Belongs to Me by My Darkest Days
  • Watch the World by Every Avenue
  • Your Guardian Angel by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
  • Goodbye, Apathy by One Republic
  • All Star by Smashmouth
  • Time After Time by Quietdrive
  • Two is Better Than One by Boys Like Girls
  • Everybody Loves Me by One Republic
  • So Far Away by Staind
  • Have Faith in Me by A Day to Remember
  • Come Undone by My Darkest Days
  • Hanging by a Moment by Lifehouse
  • Made for You by One Republic
  • Sexy and I Know It by LMFAO
  • You Make Me Feel Good by Cobra Starship
  • Powerless by Linkin Park
  • The Reason by Hoobastank
  • You’re a Superstar by Love, Inc.

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S.C. STEPHENS GIVEAWAY – Calling all "Die Hard "fans and "Yet to Be" fans of Thoughtless and Effortless!

To celebrate S.C. Stephens Day at Totallybooked, we’re having two Giveaways

That’s right….not one, but two!!!!

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We will draw 2 winners on Friday 16th November!

1)  For the first giveaway we want to hear from readers who have not yet discovered this wonderful author. 

Just leave a comment below tell us why you would like to read Thoughtless and Effortless by S.C.  Stephens and we will one lucky person a Kindle copy of these books.

2) Is for the fans who have already discovered this amazing author and her wonderful books!

We want you to comment below and tell us your favourite scene or quote from Thoughtless/Effortless or just tell us why you love these books so much.  We will choose one lucky person to receive a paperback copy of the books.

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S.C. STEPHENS GIVEAWAY – Calling all “Die Hard “fans and “Yet to Be” fans of Thoughtless and Effortless!

To celebrate S.C. Stephens Day at Totallybooked, we’re having two Giveaways

That’s right….not one, but two!!!!

Read below to see how you can win!

We will draw 2 winners on Friday 16th November!

1)  For the first giveaway we want to hear from readers who have not yet discovered this wonderful author. 

Just leave a comment below tell us why you would like to read Thoughtless and Effortless by S.C.  Stephens and we will one lucky person a Kindle copy of these books.

2) Is for the fans who have already discovered this amazing author and her wonderful books!

We want you to comment below and tell us your favourite scene or quote from Thoughtless/Effortless or just tell us why you love these books so much.  We will choose one lucky person to receive a paperback copy of the books.

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Behind the scenes with Kellan, Griffin (and Kiera) from the D-Bags! – S.C Stephens July 2012

Hi everyone,  Jenny was lucky enough to have the opportunity to interview Kellan and Griffin from the D-Bags and I hope you enjoy what they had to say.

I’m just sitting in a hotel room waiting for them to arrive and I have to say, I am beyond nervous.

Oh my, Kellan has just walked in – (just for the girls) he’s wearing faded blue jeans which are sitting on his hips, a white tee shirt and……no shoes!  Omigod, my cleverly masked control is slipping because Kiera is with him and I am in awe.

She is absolutely beautiful.  Kiera and Kellan are so stunning, they leave you breathless.

Griffin, large as life walks in, drops a few expletives, gives me a bear hug and sits next to them.

Jenny: Hi everyone thanks for taking the time out of your tour to talk to us.  There are so  many   questions to ask, I don’t know where to start.  Kiera it’s so nice to meet you, this is unexpected         but I’m so happy you’re here

Kiera: (Blushing) I…can’t believe I’m here either. (Looks over at Kellan) I was told we were going out to eat.

Kellan:I said I had to make a quick pit stop first

Kiera: You didn’t mention that your “pit stop” was an interview. I thought we were just going to get your shoes back from Matt. (Looks confused) Why does Matt have your shoes anyway?

Kellan:(Glares over at Griffin) Because some nimrod thought it was funny to chuck ’em over the balcony

Griffin: (Smiling ear to ear) And it was funny. Did you see that tiny little dog peeing on one?

Kellan:You’re officially uninvited from dinner, Griff.

Griffin:No way, I’m coming with whether you want me to or not. I’m fucking starving.

Kiera: I apologize in advance for Griffin

Jenny:Kellan, can I ask you what bands influence your music and what you’re listening to at the moment?

Kellan:Oh, wow, that’s a tough one for me. I’m a lover of all music– (Griffin Interrupts) Even polka?

Kellan:(Ignoring Griffin) I grew up with classic rock—AC/DC, Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd (yay!!)—but I’m a huge fan of Linkin Park (yay), Hinder, Papa Roach, Seether. I’m easy to please.

Griffin:Yep, that’s what they say.

Jenny:Griffin/Kellan, what is your favourite song of all time?

Griffin:”Closer” by Nine Inch Nails. It’s my theme song.

Kellan::You have a theme song…really?

Griffin: Doesn’t everybody? (Eyes Kellan up and down) Yours should be “I suck and Griffin’s the Man”

Kellan:(Sighing) Why did I invite you along?

Griffin: Because, like I said, I’m the Man

Kellan: God, this is going to be a long interview.

Jenny: Kellan are you ever going to get an Ipod? Kiera, I think you need to buy him one.

Kellan: No

Kiera: (Simultaneously with Kellan) Yes. (Looks over to Kellan) It’s time,

Jenny: Sorry Kellan, I’m with Kiera here – it’s time and you’d love it!

Kiera. (Places her hand on his knee) There’s no need to be afraid. I’m right here with you, holding your hand.

Kellan:I’ve turned you into such a smart ass. (Suggestively runs his eyes down her body) I like it. (whoa….hot!!)

Jenny:How’s the tour going? Have the audiences been receptive to the D-Bags?

Kellan:Unbelievably receptive. Blows my mind. In my head we’re just this obscure band from a small   bar in Seattle. Having so many people supporting us, rooting for us…it’s just crazy. I’ll never get over it.

Griffin:Pfft…I knew we were gonna be huge. Chicks dig us. I’ve been flashed four hundred and thirtyseven times already. (ummmm impressive??)

Kellan:You’re keeping track?

Griffin:(Pulls score counter out of his pocket, shows it to Kellan and looks over at Kiera) Kiera, want to make it four hundred and thirty eight?

Kiera: No, Griffin, I really don’t.

Jenny:Have there been any crazy fan stories you can share?

Griffin:None that I can legally talk about, no.

Jenny:  Oh I can just imagine!

Kellan: Uh, nothing too crazy. (Starts laughing) Just your typical request to autograph sex toys from a couple of girls that snuck onto the bus. (what tha??)

Kiera: Wait, what? I didn’t hear about sex-toy wielding intruders?

Kellan: (Still laughing) I’ll tell you later

Jenny:  How are you handling this rise to fame?

Kellan: (Frowns) It…hasn’t been easy. (Shares a look with Kiera.) We’re doing the best we can.

Griffin: It’s fucking awesome. I highly recommend it.

Jenny: Kiera, how do you cope with the female fans who follow Kellan.

Kiera: I think my answer depends on this little “sex-toy” story that he hasn’t told me about yet.

Kellan:It was in Dallas. She was hiding in the bathroom on the bus. Scared the shit out of Evan. It was hilarious

Kiera: Oh…is that why he won’t go in there until someone checks it out first?

Kellan: Yeah (Starts laughing again)

Griffin:  Dude, Kell, next stop, let’s go to a sex shop and load up on dildos. We’ll start sticking them all over the bus. It will freak Evan the shit out! (Kellan and Griffin dissolve into laughter)

Kiera: (Struggling not to laugh) Well, I guess, a good sense of humor has helped me deal with the fans. (Wipes eyes). It also helps to be here. To see it all. (Gazes at Kellan) And I can certainly           understand why the fans love him so much.

Jenny: We sure do Kiera!  Griffin/Kellan, who gets the most attention in a band, the lead singer or the guitarist

Kellan: Uh– (Griffin Interrupts) Do you really need to ask that? I mean, come on, take a fucking look at me. I kick everyone’s asses on a daily basis.

Jenny: Do you see yourselves doing a world tour down the track and more specifically, would you  come to Perth (please say yes) if so, be sure to bring The Boss, I owe her a Vodka and you          know she’s addicted to Tim Tams!

Kellan: Oh yeah, we’re definitely heading down under!

Griffin: Dude, you just said down under. (Smirks) I was just there an hour ago.

Kiera: Griffin! God, you’re disgusting

Kellan: Anyway, yes, at some point we plan on visiting Australia, among other countries.

Griffin: (Snorts) Down under

Jenny: Kellan, would you get another tattoo and if so where? Griffin same question to you.

Kellan: No, there’s nothing else I want on me

Griffin: I think I’m going to get a junk tatt

Kiera: Classy

Griffin: What? It’s awesome. You’ll only get to see all of it if I really like you. (Wiggles eyebrows suggestively)

Kiera:  (To Kellan) Can you leave him at home next time?

Kellan:  It’s like you can read my mind

Jenny:  Kellan, where did you get the idea for the notes you left Kiera when you went on tour last  time?

Kellan: I…just…

Griffin: (Smacks Kellan’s arm) You left her love notes? Dude! Should I grab Kiera’s purse before we head out so you can get your balls back?

Kellan: (Ignoring Griffin) I just wanted to make sure she knew how I felt

Kiera: (Kisses his shoulder) It was very sweet – (these two are just adorable)

Jenny: Kiera, did you just melt when you kept finding those notes (I know the whole female     population did)

Kiera:  (Turning bright red) Wow, these questions are turning really personal. Um, (Bites lip) yeah, of course. Who wouldn’t? (Griffin raises one hand while pretending to jack off with the other)

Jenny:  Kellan, do you need someone to look after your baby while you’re on tour – because I would offer – always wanted to go for a joyride in the Chevelle

Kellan: Uh, no. She’s locked up tight…where no one can get to her. But thank you for the offer. (you can’t blame me for trying)

Jenny: Kellan, are you enjoying having Kiera on tour with you and does it relax you more having her there

Kellan: Yeah, it’s been great having her with me. We’ve sort of made a little home for ourselves on the bus, and we each have our own things to keep us occupied. (Griffin makes bed-squeaking noises. Kellan frowns at him.) It’s been nice.

Jenny: Griffin, are you excited at the prospect of becoming a father and do you have any advice for other ‘would be’ fathers out there?

Griffin: Uh, yeah– ( My friend Lori is with me for moral support and she  has a gift for Griffin.        Griffin’s just opening it. Wow, this is so awkward. It’s a pair of knickers!   Why does she have      to encourage him?)

Griffin: Fuck yeah, awesome!

(Lori and Griffin are having some sort of sign language conversation – she just wants to ask a couple of questions – I’ll have to let her or we’ll never get this finished.  Go ahead Lori,  if you must!)

Lori      Kiera – I’m sure being on the road with the guys, you’re seeing and hearing a lot    of “interesting” things. So I’m curious to know, as an author, are you finding a lot of      inspiration?

Kiera: More than I ever thought possible. (Smiles over at Kellan) I’m actually the most inspired when I watch him on stage. He’s…something else. (sigh….)

Lori:  Kellan – When it comes to writing a song… what or who is your biggest inspiration?

Kellan:  (Looks down) Uh, for my earlier stuff, it was just life in general, the ups and the downs.    (Looks back at Kiera) I think it’s pretty obvious who has been inspiring me lately, though (I think I just fainted!)

Griffin: God, if this gets any sappier, I’m so outta here.

Lori      Griffin – After reading Effortless my love for superheroes changed, I’m now a big fan of the Hulk… who’s your favorite?

Griffin: Ah, Lori, I’ve managed to turn everyone I’ve ever met into a Hulk fan.

Kiera:  Not everyone, Griffin

Griffin:  (Sniffs) You just haven’t given me the opportunity yet, Kiera

Kellan: Griffin…

Griffin: Just joking, man. Relax. To answer your question, Lori, I’m a big fan of Cat Woman. (Grins)  A giant pussy wrapped in skin tight leather? What’s not to love? (no comment)

Kiera:  Griffin! Small children might read this interview!

Griffin: Pussycat, Kiera. It’s a technical term

Kellan: It really isn’t, Griffin

Griffin: Whatever. I didn’t mean it like you guys thought. (Jerks thumb at Kellan and Kiera) They always have their minds in the gutter. It’s embarrassing. (Smirks)

Jenny:  Lori, I can’t believe you just asked that!

Lori: *Shrugs* What? I couldn’t help myself and I’m sure I’m not the only one who wants to know”

Jenny: “Why did I let you come in here again?”

Jenny: Sorry about that, where were we? Can you tell us your most embarrassing experience (mine was watching Griffin unwrap Lori’s present)

Griffin: Nothing embarrassing ever happens to me.

Kellan: Uh, I’ve said some really, really stupid stuff when I’ve been drunk…yeah, I don’t even want to  go there.

Kiera:  Smart move.

Kellan: Yeah…beautiful day today, isn’t it? (good save!)

Jenny: We’ve been told that SC is writing a book another book about you all, any idea when that might be available or what it will be called?

Kellan: She won’t tell me yet. She just says she’s over halfway through it, and it’s starting to really   come together. I’m taking that as a good sign. Oh, God, the title, though. She’s driving me crazy with that one. Every five  minutes she’s tossing another ‘less’ word at me, trying to get my opinion. I told her to just title it TL3.

Kiera:  Titles are tricky. I sympathize with her.

Griffin: How about Kellanless? It could be an “all Griffin, all the time” book .(ahhh no thanks)

Kiera: Well, then it would need to be named Classless or Tasteless    (boom!)

Griffin: Or Suckless. (Scrunches brow) Wait, no, that’s not good.  (not touching that one!)

Kiera: (To Kellan) Please stop him. (Kellan smacks the back of Griffin’s head)

Jenny: Good luck with the tour and thanks so much for your time, we really appreciate it.

Kellan: Thank you for having us. We really appreciate it  (swoon)

Griffin: Any fucking time! (Smells underwear from Lori) Now, let’s go eat!  (ewwww)

Kiera: Thank you. That wasn’t nearly as embarrassing as I thought it would be. (Leans in) And again, I apologize for Griffin  (Kiera is divine! Could I love her anymore?)

Saying our goodbyes, we all hug (yes, Kellan hugged me….I think I just died)!

 

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Effortless (Thoughtless #2) – by S.C. Stephens

As soon as I started Effortless it turned into a reading frenzy and I had to pull an all-nighter because I was hooked from the first page. I mean it had been a LONG wait since Thoughtless! I needed to know what was going to happen! I was not disappointed the characters were brought full circle and I had that satisfied happy content feeling when I finished reading.

Kiera was more like-able in this book. She grew up! Even though she still had self-doubts and relationship issues she dealt with these in a more mature way and the amount of times I wanted to “slap” her were considerably less than in Thoughtless, which is a good thing lol!! Though I’ve got to say she dropped 2 HUGE clangers in this book that had me VERY annoyed!

Kellan…*sigh*…the love notes, the reminders of his love for Kiera, this boy TOTALLY redeemed himself of anything anyone thought he did wrong in Thoughtless!! Yes he is a HOT bad boy but his amazingly tender moments and the vulnerability he shows, well it made me melt and go all gooey!!!

Denny – YAY I was hoping to see him again and I LOVED his story within the K&K running drama!

Oh and let’s not forget Griffin – RUDE BOY!!! I LOVED how he came through at the end, I was NOT expecting that..I know people got annoyed with him but I always kind of liked him (slightly disturbing I know!)

I loved Thoughtless but I LOVED Effortless that bit more and these 2 books will definitely be re-read many times!!!

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Thoughtless (Thoughtless #1) – by S.C. Stephens

This story got me from the start. I loved it and couldn’t put it down! It had the good old love triangle but this one was not predictable!

Keira is a normal girl setting off with her boyfriend Denny to start a new life in Seattle and in comes our 3rd complication the super scrumptious Rockstar (and flatmate)… WITH issues; Kellan.

Keira falls for Kellan even though she loves Denny with all her heart.

Denny moves out for a while because of his job..stuff happens (yum!!)and ultimately Keira gets stuck in a situation where she has to decide between Kellan, her slightly “crazy” soulmate, who makes her feel alive or Denny who she truly loves and makes her feel safe.

This story is written in a way that makes it very REAL which means it’s a complete emotional roller coaster. I cried, I laughed, I shouted in anger, I had butterflies in my tummy, I got frustrated, and I cried..oh did I already mention that I cried? Well I cried ALOT!! And no matter how annoyed you get with Kellan I challenge you not to fall in complete love and lust with the infamous Kellan Kyle!

 

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