Missing Beats

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Battiti Mancati 

Missing Beats (In Italian)

By KL Shandwick

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Blurb

What would you do if a hot famous person rang your cell phone out of the blue? 

How would you feel if he asked to sleep on your couch?

Now, what would your answer be if this smoking hot man was a stranger to the adult you, but had been your soulmate when you were a child?

When Jo Carmichael answered this call, a tender heart beat out of time— but not in the happy and dizzy way you may think.

Most women would gladly beg for an opportunity to spend time with a handsome hot-blooded star, but they weren't Jo, and Kane Exeter's job didn't impress her. More importantly, he'd broken her heart.

However, with a burning curiosity to learn why Kane had deceived her, she doesn't refuse his pleading request.

Many women viewed a night with Kane as the most glorious time of their lives. To Jo, the man on the line wasn’t famous he was just an older version of a ten-year-old army brat she couldn't forget.

A contemporary romance for readers over the age of 18.

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And now in the language of love…

Battiti Mancati

Cosa faresti se all’improvviso ricevessi una telefonata da un personaggio famoso? Come ti sentiresti se ti chiedesse di dormire sul tuo divano? E come risponderesti se quest’uomo sexy da morire fosse un estraneo per la te adulta, ma fosse stato la tua anima gemella quando eri una bambina? Quando Jo Carmichael risponde alla chiamata, il suo cuore tenero perde qualche battito, ma non per la felicità da capogiri che si potrebbe pensare. La maggior parte delle donne implorerebbe per avere l’opportunità di trascorrere del tempo con un bellissimo uomo famoso e dal sangue bollente, ma la maggior parte delle donne non è Jo, e il lavoro di Kane Exeter non la impressiona. Cosa ancora più importante, lui le ha spezzato il cuore. Tuttavia, la bruciante curiosità di sapere perché Kane l’ha tradita la spinge a non rifiutare la sua richiesta. Per molte donne passare una notte con Kane è il momento più esaltante della loro vita. Per Jo, invece, lui non è un uomo famoso, è solo la versione adulta del bambino di dieci anni, figlio di un militare, che lei non è riuscita a dimenticare. Un romance contemporaneo.

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Meet the Author

Writing came relatively late in life for KL after a challenge by a friend led to The Everything Trilogy. She loves creating new characters and storylines. KL has worked in the health and social care sector for most of her adult life, so to have the opportunity to step out of serious roles and create colourful characters is very rewarding. She enjoys where they take her, and each character has his or her own voice. KL doesn't use prepared outlines for her stories, preferring the characters to take their own direction as the story progresses. Follow KL here: Twitter Facebook Author Page Amazon Author Page Bookbub Website How about a free novella? Sign for my newsletter and receive a FREE copy of my novella, Flying Under The Radar using this link --> Sign Up Here  Available in ebook, paperback, and in some cases, audio and foreign editions: Enough Isn’t Everything Everything She Needs Everything I Want Love With Every Beat Just Jack Everything Is Yours Exhale and Move On Gibson’s Legacy Trusting Gibson Gibson’s Melody Piper: A Last Score Spin-Off Last Score Box Set Ready For Flynn, Part 1 Ready For Flynn, Part 2 Ready For Flynn, Part 3 Flying Under the Radar Ready For Flynn Box Set Missing Beats Notes On Love Free to Breathe Souled

Another Life

Missing Beats - excerpt

I had loved Kane Exeter since I was six and a half years old; I just didn’t know it until

later. We met for the first time in Germany when both of our fathers served as military

personnel stationed overseas.

Kane was an alpha boy even then; his thought processes were head and shoulders above

his peers. He was always taking charge and organizing everyone.

As he grew up, that natural leadership combined with his smart as hell brain, had taken

him to places I could only dream about. Kane had no time for girls back then so I

counted myself privileged that he was my friend.

The reality was that he saw me as one of the boys when they were a goalkeeper short for

the barracks under nine’s soccer team.

It may be clichéd to say, but Kane and I just clicked. My brother Matt, who was nine at

the time, and my twin brother, Jacob, were his best friends until he started calling

around for me to hang out with him—about six months later—without my brothers.

Both of my siblings attended band practice and Kane didn’t play, so he hung out with me

instead. It’s strange how things turned out. They practiced their musical instruments

religiously and it was Kane who became a rock star.

Being around him as a kid was effortless, and as young as we were, the special bond that

formed between us made us practically inseparable.

Somehow we instinctively knew what the other was thinking and had an easy friendship

that kept us close. He was my god as an impressionable little girl and he always made

me laugh.

Although my name is Josephine, my family called me Josie, but Kane, he always called

me Jo. In my head, I heard that as the boy’s name, Joe. It fluffed my seven year-old ego

that he thought of me as an equal—one of the boys as it were.

Looking back, we had a pretty secure and idyllic lifestyle on our military campus until

the notice came for our fathers to return to their USA army bases, tilting our small world

on its axis.

We had no idea then how quickly our little lives would change. No one really thought

much about us kids when we were suddenly transferred back. Our endings were abrupt

and without closure to those we’d become attached to. Not being able to see Kane every

day after that felt like a bereavement to me.

I knew from those left behind, that promises made to keep in touch with them rarely

transpired once people departed and moved on. They were never heard from again.

Mom told us, in a matter-of-fact tone, that the army couldn’t afford to care about the

effects on individuals and that our country and its people had to be protected. She said

sacrifices had to be made. I was never sure if that was something she was told, if she’d

made it up or if it was something she believed, but because of the nature of our fathers’

work, Kane and I became emotional casualties of war in our own right.

When we packed up and headed back to Maryland there were tears and promises made

that we’d see each other often.