Blog Tour + Giveaway: Unbreak My Heart by K-Lee Klein

Today we welcome K-Lee Klein to the clubhouse & she's brought lots of goodies! 

Unicorns love a goodie.

Title: UNBREAK MY HEART

Author: K-lee Klein

Series Title and Number: Unbreak My Heart, book 1 (rerelease)

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Cover Artist: Reese Dante

Release Date: August 5, 2016

Heat Level: (slow-burn leading to intimacy and eventually sex!)

Pairing: m/m

Length: 110,761 words, 296 pages

Genre/Tags: Romance, M/M Romance, contemporary romance, western, musicians, friends-to-lovers, hurt/comfort

Hey guys! Thanks for stopping by to check out my new release, Unbreak My Heart. I also have to give big props to Boy Meets Boy Reviews for taking part in my first book tour with Dreamspinner Press. Unbreak My Heart was first released in May of 2013, but when Amber Quill Press closed its doors, Dreamspinner was kind enough to help me get it back on the land of the living, aka the interwebs.

Though it's a rerelease, there's been extensive editing, as well as some additions here and there. I'd like to think—hope—I've amped-up my writing skills in the last three years so I tried to make my most precious as good as it could get. And I was honored—fangirl squees—to have Reese Dante design a new cover. Isn't it gorgeous?

Unbreak is a slow-burn romance between a cowboy broken by grief, loneliness, and too much Jack Daniels, and a younger California "kid" with an overabundance of empathy and patience. But Brett Taylor isn't the lone wolf he pretends to be and JT Campbell sees through the thick stubbornness to the soft, squishy heart that Brett keeps hidden.  That's not to say JT is perfect either, but he and Brett discover there's more to life than guilt and regret, more they can learn about together.

Now here's an exclusive excerpt from Unbreak My Heart. Hope you enjoy and be sure to check out the giveaway at the end. 

Blurb

Brett Taylor’s world collapsed three years ago when he lost the love of his life. Almost as bad as the grief is the advice he’s starting to get from everyone and their brother, telling him it’s time to move on. They’re flat-out wrong. He left his career as a musician and escaped to his ranch because he needs the peace and quiet, and he’s doing just fine. He doesn’t want anyone invading his memory-filled, booze-fueled solitude. 

JT Campbell’s world has been defined by his parents’ money, status, and his own empty relationships, until he’s desperately sick of it. A quest to find something meaningful leads him to Brett’s failing ranch. It’s supposed to be a brief stay. JT never wanted to be anyone’s savior or compete with the ghosts of lovers past. Still, he can’t help wanting this gruff and grieving man. 

JT’s mind knows it’s a bad idea, but his heart keeps pushing him to find out what lies beneath Brett’s rough and broken exterior. Brett’s not going to make it easy. JT can only be patient, keep his sense of humor, and hope for the day he may be allowed far enough into Brett’s world to unbreak his heart.

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Exclusive Excerpt

“This freaking game is rigged!”

JT threw his cards onto the little wooden table, thrusting himself backward on the bench and tossing his arms in the air. Brett chuckled beside him as he cleared away the board and cards. He hesitated a moment, searching JT’s face before leaning in to lay a quick peck on his mouth. There was an instant hush in the air.

“Don’t look so surprised,” he said, soft smile beaming under the porch light as he playfully thumbed across JT’s tingling lips. JT shuddered, quickly forcing what little composure he had left to regroup.

But Brett wasn’t done. “We said we’d go slow, and I think you’ve been damn patient with me. All right if I kiss you again?”

With a groan JT thought could have been heard all the way to Ray’s cabin, he gripped both hands in the front of Brett’s T-shirt and tugged him in. Their lips met with a force that took JT’s breath away and sent a whoosh of air from Brett’s mouth to his. They only managed an openmouthed press until they both snickered.

“Eager little son of a gun, huh?”

“You bet your pig in shit.”

Brett threw his head back and laughed, falling forward again to bang his forehead lightly to JT’s. “I’m gonna countrify you yet, kid.”

“Can you do it while you’re kissing me... please?”

Brett gave him another frustratingly quick kiss, then hauled JT to his feet, gripping his hand and dragging him through the screen door. They didn’t stop until they were at the big couch in the family room.

JT’s mind whirled, and his lungs screamed for him to let out the breath he’d been stealthily holding.

Brett pushed him down on the leather seat, then hovered over top of him, his eyes shining with amusement while his lips tilted up into a smirk. “Thought this might be more comfortable, yeah?”

JT opened his mouth to consent but his words were swallowed by the fieriness of Brett’s lips and the determination of his tongue. Brett leaned in harder, settling himself beside JT on the couch before cupping a hand behind his head.

It was everything JT had ever imagined about kissing Brett, about really kissing him, but it was so much more. It wasn’t the Brett he’d expected. There was nothing tentative about the kiss, no hesitation once they were lip-locked, just passion and the mutual give and take of tongues and lips.

When the deep longing of the kiss became sharp, shallow hitchings of breath, Brett pulled away. It felt like a direct hit to JT’s insides, and he held on tight to the back of Brett’s T-shirt so he couldn’t get away. Brett didn’t seem to have that thought in his head, though, as he inched back enough to stare intently at him.

“I may be a little out of practice so you’ll have to bear with me.”

JT rubbed their noses together, struggling to bend one leg beneath him so he could push closer to Brett’s wafting warmth. “You think too much,” he said while his fingers danced over the back of Brett’s neck.

He wanted that damn shirt off, needed to see and touch what was underneath, but at the same time, he didn’t want to scare Brett away. His patience was again called into play.

A gasp crept from between his lips when Brett hauled him into his lap. He didn’t resist, his long legs straddling Brett’s thighs as their mouths brushed together again. With one hand braced on the back of the couch, he shoved himself into the kiss, pressing Brett hard against the couch. After JT’s initial desperation, it was tender, slow, lazy in its intention, but before long heated up again.

A few displaced strands of Brett’s hair tickled JT’s nose when he slanted his mouth more firmly over Brett’s, his tongue greedily pushing inside. He moaned into Brett’s mouth when he finally sank his fingers in the hair he’d been admiring for weeks. It was as soft and beautiful as he’d imagined. His fingers twirled in the strands, and he couldn’t help but tug just a little. Or maybe a lot....

“Hair puller, are ya?” Brett eased off the kiss, but spoke directly against JT’s lips. “Can’t say I don’t like that.”

“I’ll pull as much as you want.”

JT was swimming in emotion—mind swirling, body aching, heart swooning—when Brett cupped his face and peered at him, it was like he was seeing into his very soul. “You got under my skin something fierce. Think it’s time I told you that... maybe showed you a little too?”

It came out like a question, but Brett didn’t wait for an answer. He nipped at JT’s bottom lip, his tongue soothing over the sting, before JT felt a firm hand palm him through his denim. He gasped or whimpered, or maybe both. Whatever he did made Brett pull back and peer at him, confusion worrying his light eyes.

“But if you don’t want..." 

Bio

K-lee Klein loves guys with long hair and tattoos, and you’ll often find her front and center at her favorite rock concerts. She has bounced around Western Canada all her life, but will always consider the solitude and beauty of the British Columbian mountains home. Her life is blessed as the proud mother of three now-grown but still spoiled kids, the servant of two bossy felines, and the wife of a truly patient husband.

Her writing muse is terribly temperamental, so to keep him close by and in check, she had him inked on her left calf. The gorgeous, long-haired, mostly naked, kneeling angel that resulted is truly a work of art, although he’s still a handful and hopelessly uncontrollable. She writes on his schedule and inspiration.

K-lee tends to fall easily into obsessions. When something grabs her attention, she jumps into it headfirst with complete abandon. Actors, musicians, superheroes, fictional characters, and brainwashed assassins all hold spots on her cannot-get-enough list. She once followed Thirty Seconds to Mars around the United States and Canada and saw them perform fourteen times that year. Obsession sometimes leads to ideas for her kneeling angel to turn into stories.

Although an introvert in person, she’s extroverted online and has met many wonderful friends there, sometimes with the added fun of meeting them in person at gay romance conferences. She’s grateful for all the people in her life who accept her as she is and support her through her ups and downs as mom, wife, and joyfully obsessed writer.

Places to find K-lee.

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Can we give Captain America & his hard cheesing boyfriend, I mean Bucky, a round of applause, please?

Now for the fun part—the giveaway. I'm offering an ebook copy of Unbreak My Heart or a book from my backlist to one commenter. Simply leave your name, email address, and an answer to the following question then I'll randomly pick a winner on August 13^th. I wish you all a great—and romantic—summer.

~~Question: Brett Taylor is a sucker for romance. What one thing do you consider to be a very romantic gesture?