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Teaser Blitz – Part 1: KISSING EDEN by T.A. Foster


Today is a teaser and excerpt reveal for the KISSING EDEN Box Set by T.A. Foster! This set contains the two full-length novels KISSING EDEN and LOVING EDEN, and the novella A VERY GREY CHRISTMAS. Today we will be highlighting the first book in the set, KISSING EDEN! This set is available now and buy links are below.

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Kissing Eden Box Set

Get swept up in spring break fever in South Padre, Texas with Eden and Grey.

Set contains two full-length novels and one novella.

Kissing Eden
Have you ever thought of taking a vacation alone? I mean step on a plane, check into your hotel, and lie on the beach completely and utterly alone. No? Me either, but then right before senior spring break I got dumped.
Something about break ups makes you do things you didn’t want to do, and try things you didn’t know you were capable of.

That’s how I ended up at the Palm Palace.
That’s how I met Grey.
That’s how my spring break turned into the most unforgettable week of my life.

Loving Eden
Have you ever thought of packing up everything you own and moving halfway across the country?

I’m talking about leaving your entire life behind—friends, family, school—with no turning back. No? Me either, but that was before a week of spring break changed my life forever. Before I did something I never thought I’d do at twenty-two. Before I fell in love with Grey.

Sometimes happily ever after isn’t always what you think it will be.

A Very Grey Christmas
I was getting ready to spend the single most important holiday of the year alone. Completely and utterly alone.

That meant he wouldn’t be there Christmas Eve. No making Christmas cookies, or listening to my dad sing off-key while my mom bustled around wrapping last-minute gifts. No decorating the tree. No midnight Christmas kiss.

No waking up in Grey’s arms. We were actually going to spend our very first Christmas in different states.

That was until Grey gave me the most unexpected gift of my life.


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“Thanks for walking me back. I had fun.” My eyes shot to his.
Grey leaned his arm against the frame of the door. I felt my heart racing and the heated feeling in my belly. “Why don’t you invite me in?”
Willpower, Eden, be strong. He leaned down and brushed his lips on mine, taking his time to touch them fully. All I wanted to do was wrap my legs around him and let him carry me to the bed, but I untangled myself from his hold.
“I—uh—promised my mom I would call her. You know, nightly check-in.” It was an idiotic thing to say, but he had me tongue-tied in more ways than one.
He rocked back on his heels. “Oh, got it.” He shoved his hands in his pockets. The fiery magic lingering between us evaporated. “Good night.” He turned and walked away.
I let myself into my room. Spring break just got turned upside down on its head. Shit.



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TAFosterT.A. Foster once spent a monthlong spring break on South Padre Island, where she soaked in the Texas sun, beach, and learned what real Texas country music is. Sometimes fiction does spring from reality.

She grew up catching rays and chasing waves along the North Carolina Outer Banks and now resides in the state with her adventurous pilot husband, two children, and two canine kiddos.

T.A. has an undergraduate degree in Journalism and Mass Communication from the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill and a graduate degree in Educational Psychology from Texas A&M University. When she’s not chasing her two-legged and four-legged children or trying to escape for date night, you can find her reading, writing, or planning her next beach trip.

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COMING SOON: This Much Space by KK Hendin


Today is the teaser blitz for THIS MUCH SPACE by KK Hendin. Check out the information below and see a few teasers, and part of chapter one, from the book. Buy links for the previous titles from the series are included. In addition, find out how you can help KK donate money to the non-profit movement To Write Love on Her Arms.




Olivia is Anna Wintour’s worst nightmare, and she doesn’t give a shit. She’s wanted to go into fashion design her whole life, and nothing is going to stop her fabulous plus sized self. Not even her boss from hell, or the fact that she’s the fat Cinderella of the most exclusive lingerie store in Bushwick, Ohio. She’s sworn off dating, because she is focused, dammit, and will not get distracted by anyone in college. She has shit to do and places to go, be it on her own with the clothing she makes, or with the girls in Twelve Beats In A Bar, the all-female a cappella group she’s part of.

Why do group projects always have to ruin everything?

Thierry Acosta has it all. Shortstop on Bushwick University’s baseball team, amazing grades in college, everything he could want. When he gets paired with Olivia for a group project, things are only getting better. And then his dad loses his job, and Thierry’s life falls apart. He can’t manage to get himself to practice, to class… anywhere. He’s got the scars on his wrists to prove that this has happened before, but he thought he was better. He thought he could deal with something like this. The cuts on his thighs say otherwise.

Before they know it, Olivia and Thierry’s relationship has gone from casual project partners to not-so-casual more-than-friends. But when things take a turn for the worse, can they face the growing reality of a relationship that’s become much serious than either of them expected – or wanted?



I walk back to campus—the weather’s only moderately terrible, and the longer it takes for me to get back, the more time I have to calm down.
Zena’s sprawled on her bed when I finally make my way back to the dorm, nose frozen and toes cold. “Do you wanna build a snowman?” she sings as I walk in.
“Go away, Anna.”
“Nah. Don’t feel like it.” She hops off the bed and pads over to her closet. “We’re going out tonight.”
“Who’s we?” I don’t want to go anywhere tonight. All I want to do is curl up in bed with Veronica Mars and hot cocoa and think of terrible ways to kill Loraine. And sketching. Maybe some sewing. Nothing that involves socializing with anyone outside the room. There’s no Beats practice tonight—it’s the first week back from winter break, and everyone’s still settling back into routine.
“Oliviaaaaaa. You promised me that you’d come with me.”
“I have no recollection of that ever happening.”
“Shut up, yes you do. Remember? I told you that Sigma Theta was having a post-Christmas party tonight and that David was going to be there.”
David Gallagher, the star of all Zena’s fantasies. A baseball player—cute, I guess, but not really my type. A little to Abercrombie and Fitch for my taste. But he’s Zena’s type, if her crushing on him for the past few months is any indication. He’s newly single, if the rumor mills are right, and Zena’s been dying to, um, casually bump into him.
Who am I to stand in the way of true love? Or a really good one night stand?
“Ugh, fine. What time is this thing?”
“Another few hours. I’m going to shower—can you do my hair?”
“Sure.” I lie back down on my bed. “I’m taking a nap until you get out of the shower.”
“Sweet dreams.” Zena practically bounces to the bathroom. I close my eyes and start going through the list of popular and creative ways of killing someone. Getting crushed by elephants. Being shot out of a cannon. Being buried alive. Being boiled to death. Decapitation. Sneaking peanut butter into food of someone who’s deathly allergic. Hiding a toaster oven in a Jacuzzi. Axing with a pendulum. Pushing someone out of—
“I’m back!” Zena pokes me on the shoulder. “You didn’t look like you were sleeping.”
“Nah, just spacing out.” I climb out of bed. “What look are you going for tonight?”
“Sexy, subtle, oh hey I almost forgot there was a party today I just threw on whatever.”
“Gotcha. Anything else I should know?”
“I’m feeling a little bloated.”
“Okay. All the stuff is out?”
“Your whole box.”
Zena’s true to her word—she’s taken out my box of hair stuff—all the blow dryers and irons are laid out on the table, along with four different brushes and a handful of clips.
“Whatever you’re in the mood for,” Zena says. “The iPod speakers are out, too.”
“You are the best assistant.” I switch on Playlist Four, and turn the volume up.
“Does it count as an assistant if I’m the one whose hair you’re doing?”
“Yeah, why not?”
I wiggle to the beat of Iggy Azalea singing about how fancy she is, and start on Zena’s hair. Half an hour and two quick spritzes of hairspray later, I lean back. “Go check it out.”
Zena turns around to look in the mirror. “It’s perfect, Liv.” She gives me a quick hug. “You are a fucking magician.”
I laugh. “Hayley calls me a fairy godmother.”
“Oh my God, she’s right! You totally are!”
“Bippity boppity boo, motherfucker.”
Zena bursts into giggles. “You’re crazy.”
“That I am.” I grab my shower stuff and head to the bathroom. “I’ll be out soon.”
The hot water’s working tonight, so I take my time. Leisurely shaving parts of me that nobody’s going to see tonight, but what the hell and why not? I’m all pruney when I finally get out of the shower, and I could not be more happy about it all. Honeysuckle lotion out, and I massage it on my legs. Cocoa butter for the stretch marks, not that it works, or anything. But it smells good, so why not? I stare at my naked body in the mirror, and take it all in. Stretch marks on the sides of my boobs and fanning from my hips—not from babies or growth spurts, but from fat. My boobs are nowhere near as perky as Mama Barbie’s today, but mine are real and heavy and hers are silicone. Double chin, kind of, but no biggie. Damn, random hair. Tweeze and random hair is no more. My toenails are a deep red, not that anyone really sees them other than me. My fingernails are the same red, with silver designs because I got bored. Gonna put on some fake lashes for the evening, because if I’m going to this damn party, I’m going to look fucking amazing.
Swear to God, only the photoshopped look good naked.
I wrap myself up in my bathrobe, and give myself a cheesy thumbs up. “You’re a hot motherfucker, Olivia Vieth.”
“Yes you are!” Zena yells from the room.
I laugh, knowing full well that she was going to overhear me.
“What kind of party is this?” I ask, leaving the warm steam of the bathroom and heading to my hair things.
“Like a post-Christmas thing. Not super fancy, but kind of fancy.”
“Okay. Anyone going that I should know about? Besides David?”
“Not that I know of. The usual Sigma Theta people.”
I roll my eyes. So, a group that includes some Grade-A assholes. “You’re lucky I love you.”
“I know.”
“Wear the green. It brings out your eyes.”
“Will do.” Zena pulls said green dress out of the closet. “Don’t let me get too drunk tonight, okay? I don’t want to make too much of an idiot of myself in front of the baseball guys.”
“No problem.” I couldn’t give much of a crap about the baseball guys, but I’m good with making sure that people don’t get too drunk. Alcohol’s never really been my thing, so I always end up being the designated driver or whatever. Parties are a bit different when you’re the only sober one, but there are a lot of times when they tend to be a hell of a lot more amusing. And make for some pretty kickass blackmail.
“Goddammit, Olivia, why do you always have to look so fucking amazing?”
I grin as I step into my shoes. “I’m glad you think so.”
“If I was a lesbian, I’d totally do you.”
“I’d probably crush you and your little bones.”
Zena buttons up her coat and shrugs. “I’d risk it.”
“Crazy girl.”
“Glamour queen,” she shoots back.
I take one last look in the mirror. Modified Old Hollywood tonight, and damn if I say that I do actually look fucking amazing. I made my own dress because finding a dress when you’re the size I am is practically impossible, and anyway, most of the plus-sized stuff is crap. Man-killer heels, and enough wire in my bra to pretend that my boobs are actually perky.
“As I’ll ever be.” I give my wrists a quick spritz of perfume, shrug on my coat, and grab my phone. “Shall we?”
“Indeedy we shall,” Zena puts on some ridiculous, over the top British accent, and giggles her way out of the room.



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Authors have a funny relationship with their characters. We spend so many hours inside their heads, so many hours just thinking about the characters we write. We do hours of research to make sure the characters we write are honest and correctly portray the kind of person we want them to.

After spending hours and hours with my characters, and doing research about people going through the same situations as they are, I’m always left wanting to do something. Writing the book is a way to bring attention to different issues, but it never feels like enough for me.

While writing THIS MUCH SPACE, I spent a lot of time researching depression and self-harm, and while I will always and forever link to organizations that can help people struggling, and will offer whatever emotional support I can….I wanted to do more.

To Write Love on Her Arms is a non-profit movement dedicated to presenting hope and finding help for people struggling with depression, addiction, self-injury, and suicide. TWLOHA exists to encourage, inform, inspire, and invest directly into treatment and recovery. You can find out more about them atTWLOHA.com. I am thrilled to announce that for every Goodreads add of THIS MUCH SPACE, I will donate money to TWLOHA.

I hope that THIS MUCH SPACE will help you look at those who are suffering with compassion and love, and I’m so excited for you to meet Olivia and Thierry.

Much Love,


Author Information:

KK Hendin’s real life ambition is to become a pink fluffy unicorn who dances with rainbows. But the schooling for that is all sorts of complicated, so until that gets sorted out, she’ll just write. Preferably things with angst and love. And things that require chocolate. She’s the author of the NA contemporaries HEART BREATHS and ONLY THE GOOD DIE YOUNG.
THIS MUCH SPACE is the second book in her new series, TWELVE BEATS IN A BAR.
KK spends way too much time on Twitter (where she can be found as @kkhendin), and rambles on occasion over at www.kkhendinwrites.blogspot.com.


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