Blog Tour: The Lost Souls (The Grim Life #3) by K.D. Worth




Welcome author K.D. Worth as she chats a bit about her new Harmony Ink Press release, The Lost Souls (The Grim Life #3)! Don't miss the exclusive excerpt she shares from the series finale today!



The Grim Life: Book Three
Teenage grim reapers Max and Kody are already dealing with being dead... and now they’re expected to save the world.
With the help of their guardian angel, Slade, and each other, Max and Kody have finally discovered the destiny God planned for them—help the lost souls languishing in purgatory back to heaven. But they’re still growing into their roles. Kody, the Healer, struggles to understand the power born of his empathy, and Max’s abilities as Protector suffer because of longing for his best friend... along with Slade’s dire prediction that Max will lose Kody. So many are depending on them, and they’ll have to summon all the love and faith inside them to face a mass school shooting and bring love and hope to those who need it most.


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My GRIM LIFE series tells the tale of Kody, a suicidal college student, struggling with his sexuality and his faith in God. Max is the grim reaper sent to take Kody to heaven when Kody tries to kill himself. Instead Max feels a deep, unexpected connection with Kody and Max saves his life. Now they are both serving as grim reapers, taking souls to heaven.
But dating is tough, especially when you’re dead.
The third and final book in the series, THE LOST SOULS is a story of redemption, ultimate forgiveness, trust, and friendship. After suffering unbearable losses, Max and Kody have learned that they are a part of a special prophesy that tells or two souls, twin flames, who will bridge the gap between purgatory and heaven.  But they have a lot of hurdles they must overcome before they get there. Enjoy this sweet sexy excerpt exclusive for Boy meets Boy!

EXCERPT:
“I made the force field.”
“You did?” I grinned and shifted to sit cross-legged beside him, thrilled he was using his light powers again. He’d been too depressed or weak—maybe both—since Meegan left that, even at my gentle urging, he hadn’t wanted to practice much until these past few days. Sure, he’d touched my chest and watched his hand glow, but it was only yesterday that he’d attempted to shoot a blast. The unfortunate chair in the library wasn’t as happy as we had been. That might’ve been the first genuine smile I’d seen from Max in a while.
All signs that I was slowly but surely getting my boyfriend back from the darkness of grief.
“Yeah, check this out.” Max’s fingertips began to glow, and when he connected them to his other hand, an opalescent light seemed to pour from his fingertips. As he moved his hands apart, the light stretched with them, sparkling and beautiful in a kaleidoscope of colors.
His face glowed from the magic and pride.
I beamed at him and reached out to touch the light. “That’s so cool.”
When I touched it, the light disappeared with a pop.
“I’m sorry!”
“It kept breaking on me every time too,” he admitted, crooking his mouth in a frown, though excitement still danced in his eyes. “It’ll take practice. But at least I can make it now.”
I leaned over and kissed his cheek. “You’ll do it. I know you will.”
His expression grew serious. “I will, I promise. I’ll keep you safe. Forever.”
My heart fluttered with happiness, and sitting so close to him… on our bed, something else fluttered within me.
Without asking, I reached up and cupped his cheek. Max raised his chin a little, his eyelids drooped, and his lips parted.
We knew without words I wanted to kiss him and he wanted to be kissed.
I held still, though, soaking in how handsome he looked, patiently poised and waiting. I licked my lips and lowered my head, gaze locked on his full soft lips. My mouth watered, and I swallowed it back, my breaths coming a little rougher now, the blood pounding through my body and making me harden everywhere.
“I love you, Max,” I breathed, caressing his cheek with my thumb.
“Me too,” he gasped out, moving quickly to join our mouths in a passionate kiss.
We kissed for a long time, only our lips and tongues playing, my hand still on his cheek. Then Max placed both hands on my chest and gently pushed me back.
Breathless, I gazed into his eyes. “That was some kiss,” I whispered, heart pounding and skin flushed.
He rolled his lips as he smiled and nodded. “Yeah, it was.” He glanced down at his hands, and I followed suit.
I shouldn’t have been surprised, but I jumped a bit when I saw his palms glowing.
“I wonder…,” Max began, and then he chewed his lower lip and furrowed his brows in concentration. The light from his hands glowed like before, but then the shimmering white began to spread across my chest. His heat filled me, and I gasped even as I watched it inch across my torso.
“You’re doing it,” I whispered.
Slowly, he removed his hands from me, and the large sheet of light stayed on my body for a moment before flickering and fading out.
I looked up at him, and he had wonder in his eyes. “It’s easier when you’re here.”
“Do you want to practice more?”
Max shook his head quickly. “No more practicing. More kissing.”
When he dove for me, I laughed, embracing him close and giving him what we both wanted. I never tired of kissing Max, and if I did say so myself, we’d really found a rhythm, anticipating each other’s needs. We only banged teeth or got too slobbery when we were kissing at night, stealing a private moment, reaching for every purchase of skin, savoring every passionate stroke and rub.
In fact, the more we touched, the more we both wanted. It was like there was this unquenchable hunger inside me when it came to Max, an insatiable lust that was never satisfied. I knew it was because biologically and mentally we were hormone-laden sixteen- and eighteen-year-old guys, though realistically we were both twenty by now, in terms of life experience.
But my need to be close to Max was overwhelming at times, and like now, a little painfully tight in my jeans.
I pulled back from the kiss. “I don’t think anyone else is back from their jobs,” I murmured, quirking my brow. “How about more than just kissing?”
“Oh, um…,” Max fumbled for words. “Actually Kelli is in the common room. And I saw Dan and Jake head to the library when I got back.”
“We can be quiet. And it won’t take that long.”
Max laughed.
Another byproduct of our age, it was usually over pretty quick once things really started going. But I could sense Max’s shy side surfacing, and I wouldn’t treat Max how Tristen treated Heather.
“Never mind, we’ll just kiss.” I delivered a peck on his freckled nose and gave him a squeeze. “You just make me crazy for you.”
“That’s awful nice to hear.”
“It’s the truth.”
“I wish we could go back to our pavilion and have some real privacy,” Max whispered.
“It’s okay, I’m happy just kissing you,” I said, and it was the truth.
Suddenly Max gave me an impish grin. “How about we keep our pants on, just in case?”
I quirked my brow hopefully. “Unbuttoned?”
His grin widened. “Oh yeah.”
NOW AVAILABLE!

Special offer for a limited time:
The Grim Life: FREE and The Wounded Heart: only $.99

K.D. Worth has always considered herself to have the heart of a teenager with an old soul. When not talking to the characters living in her head, she loves to hang out at her favorite townie bar, then go dancing and partying with her husband and friends. There is always music playing in her home, and if it’s too loud, you’re too old! On the flip side, K.D. enjoys spending time in her vegetable garden, canning the food she grows, and making homemade jams and jellies. She also is known to crochet washcloths and blankets for her closest friends and smiles when they tease her for her “grandmotherly” ways. These two different sides to her personality create a layered tapestry of life experience that brings depth and believability to the characters she writes. She loves to hear from her fans almost as much as she loves her cocker spaniels. You can find her on online here: Facebook Twitter Bookbub

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