We’re celebrating the release of THE REAL by Kate Stewart!
Release Date: April 17th (EARLY RELEASE)
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They say it happens when you least expect it.
It did for me.
It started the moment I saw the simple message pop up on my computer screen:
Cameron’s Mac: Hi.
And when I met the eyes of the gorgeous man messaging me from across the coffee shop, I never thought my reply would lead to the most intense, sexual, and passionate relationship of my life.
We both agreed to check our bags at the door and put our future hopes and aspirations on the table.
I fell in love with his no holds barred attitude, sexy smirk, and undeniably good heart . . . and for a while we forgot about our baggage. We happily tripped over it to get to the other, neither of us willing to show the contents of our pasts in the off chance it could ruin us.
We built our love on a foundation of gray.
It was life in black and white that threatened to tear us apart.
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5+ ‘We are absolute’ Stars!
ARC provided by the author in exchange for an honest review.
Who would have imagined a simple “Hi” in a computer screen would be the start of an epic love story? Well, I knew it because Kate Stewart is the author behind it. I have the most huge crush on her, seriously! Her words just make me feel. With her novels I feel, I love and I connect. Her books are just something out of this world and The Real was no exception. This novel is pure PERFECTION. It was everything I expected (and I do have crazy high expectations with this lady!) and so much more.
So, The Real is Kate Stewart’s newest standalone release and it’s the journey into a mind-blowing love story. Abby and Cameron, our main characters, have baggage from their pasts. Abby is very reluctant to accept Cameron’s advances but who is able to say no to the King of Woo himself? So, these two decide to leave their pasts at the door and just enjoy their present as two people who have connected in a very special way. They start a relationship, it’s all about the sexual tension and the adorable and quirky moments. It’s all about the off-the-fucking-charts sex and the romance. Of course, they fall head over heels in love. That is when things get a little bit grey in a world that seemed to have plenty of colors. Will Abby and Cameron survive it? Let’s find out!
A kiss can be an introduction, statement, and a promise. I plan to make all three when you let me.
Yes. Yes, I rated another of Kate’s books with my special rating. And you all know what that means, am I right? It means this book could not get any better. It means this genius of an author gave us another excellent piece of contemporary romance. It means she has written an outstanding love story with two brilliant and complex main characters. It means humor, sexual tension, smoking hot sex, surprises and lots of emotions. I mean, if you have read anything by Kate Stewart before, you know you are about to experience something magical. And it’s obvious the woman did not disappoint.
If karma and fate truly existed, I would make the exception and believe in them for the sake of us.
“Abbie, I had no idea what this would be. You have to believe I didn’t know it was you I was looking for. This, us, it means everything to me. I didn’t expect this.”
I felt an instant connection with this story. I fell in love with Abby and Cameron on the very first page. Their relationship is.. there is no word to describe it. I loved how they get to know each other, I loved their funny and adorable moments in the café, I loved the heat of their sexual attraction, I loved how Cameron wooed Abby (he definitely deserves his title as King of Woo!), I loved the honeymoon phase of their love story (man, THE SEX!), I loved seeing them fall in love and yes, I loved how emotional it got (even though I wanted to kill Kate when THAT happened). This novel has everything that makes it an epic love story. I connected with every aspect in it and I enjoyed the heck out of it to the very last word.
Love is only meant for the brave.
Therefore, my rating for The Real is 5+ STARS because, as I said, it could not get any better. This novel is an excellent piece of writing with two main characters that competely stole my heart. Abbie and Cameron’s love story is not an easy one but it’s beautiful, adorable and oh-so-sexy: trust me, you don’t want to miss reading it because it was simply the perfect romance. Kate, well done girl! You keep killing it! And get ready to be wooed, ladies!
Cameron’s Mac: Hi.
I looked above my laptop and took a deep breath before I accepted his invitation.
Abbie’s Mac: Hi.
Abbie, he’s going to wear your skin! I tried to ignore my inner voice.
Cameron’s Mac: I saw you with the homeless guy.
Abbie’s Mac: Ok?
He took a sip out of his Real Men Love Pomeranians mug and shrugged before he typed.
Cameron’s Mac: So, that was nice of you. Most people in the city just walk on by.
Abbie’s Mac: Oh. Most people do walk past Bennie. But he’s different and I’m not most people.
He lifted a brow and bit his lip.
Cameron’s Mac: I see that.
Cameron’s Mac: Want to have your next cup with me?
Say yes, say yes! It’s only coffee!
Abbie’s Mac: No, thank you.
His brows drew tight with his frown.
Cameron’s Mac: Sure? How about some breakfast?
My pulse raced with the memory of my last reaction to that type of attention and the consequences, and I answered without another thought.
Abbie’s Mac: No, thanks.
His chuckle was deep and covered me, even across the space between us. He bit his full bottom lip as he typed, his smirk still intact.
Fuck. Me. Damn it, Abbie!
Cameron’s Mac: Well, I guess today is not my day.
Abbie’s Mac: That’s all you’ve got?
I had no clue why I sent that message . . . why I was bothered that he didn’t try harder. Just that fucking smirk. It was sexy as hell.
He read my message and shrugged as he typed.
Cameron’s Mac: You seem to enjoy coffee. I don’t have an agenda. You’re beautiful, I noticed. I wanted to drink coffee with you. You said no. I’m going to scrape up the rest of my pride now and head out.
He closed his laptop and stood while I deflated. Damn it. He was being nice. Since when are guys just . . . nice?
Am I a man hater? Have I become that woman?
I spoke up as he slipped his computer into a worn leather bag.
“I’m sorry,” I offered in quick apology. “I was expecting some horrible line or screwed up proposition. The web, messaging, anything that has to do with technology has been hazardous for me. I’ve seen enough unsolicited dick pics for a lifetime. I was just being cautious.” And that was the truth. But I’d said it aloud in verbal vomit. Did I really say “dick pics” out loud?
He chuckled again as he looked down at me from where he stood, then grinned.
“Today isn’t the right day.” The husky baritone of his voice matched the silky hue of his eyes, which seemed to darken as he looked me over.
“No?” I asked in a whisper as I sized up his six-foot-plus frame and imagined the possibilities.
“No,” he said. “Maybe we can not have coffee again sometime?”
He’d tapped out with a simple ‘no’ from me. He couldn’t have been that interested in the first place.
I couldn’t deny the disappointment welling up in my ovaries.
“Okay.” I lifted the last syllable when he didn’t press further.
Cameron pulled out his wallet and set some money on his table then walked over to mine and did the same.
“At least let me buy your next cup.”
After setting the bills down, he stood over me briefly and I caught his scent—purely masculine. I inhaled as much as I could without being obvious. He didn’t smell like a psycho.
Cameron picked up his man–bag while I pictured running my fingers through his messy, inches thick, dark-brown hair.
Don’t let him leave. Tell him you aren’t that big of a bitch. But that would seem desperate. You aren’t desperate. But you are horny. Omg, are you horny??
As if reading my thoughts, I caught another flash of his teeth and had to bite my cheek to keep my reaction in check.
“I’ll see you.”
“Yeah, see you. And thanks,” I said to his retreating back, an octave louder than necessary. “For the coffee,” I added. Outside the window, Cameron bent and exchanged words with Bennie before sticking some cash in his hand.
Well, Abbie. Guess you’ll just have to wait until the next time you roll out of bed and a beautiful man hits on you. Should happen again, you IDIOT!
Once again, my hesitance had cost me. And I couldn’t help but feel like this time it cost me big.
Sagging into my seat, I continued to stare in his direction, watching those broad shoulders walk out of my life.
Kate Stewart lives in Charleston, S.C. with her husband, Nick, and her naughty beagle, Sadie. A native of Dallas, Kate moved to Charleston three weeks after her first visit, dropping her career of 8 years, and declaring it her creative muse.
Kate pens messy, sexy, angst-filled contemporary romance as well as romantic comedy and erotic suspense because it’s what she loves as a reader.
A lover of all things ’80s and ’90s, especially John Hughes films and rap, she dabbles a little in photography, can knit a simple stitch scarf for necessity only and does a horrible job of playing the ukulele. Aside from running a mile without collapsing, traveling is the only other must on her bucket list. On occasion, she does very well at vodka.