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Thursday, February 18, 2016

Blog Tour: Carry You Home by K. Ryan

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Publication Date: February 9, 2016 
Also in this series: Carry Your Heart
Genres: Adult, Contemporary Romance, New Adult

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The conclusion to Caleb and Isabelle’s story…
Everything is going as planned, for the most part. With school, the club, and new responsibilities on the horizon, the life Caleb and Isabelle imagined together is so close they can taste it. But their happiness is also a fragile one--all it takes is one wrong turn, one stupid decision and their happily ever after shatters all over the highway.
Because as old threats resurface and new ones rise, the most deadly enemy of all lies not in outside forces, but inside the club itself. How do you follow orders when you know those orders might destroy everything you love? How do you move forward when all your best-laid plans slip right through your fingertips?
Choice breeds consequence. Hope rises from the ashes. Love weathers any storm. And in the end, every road leads home.

**Carry You Home is not a standalone and is the sequel to Carry Your Heart. It is intended for readers 18 and older**



Carry You Home by K. Ryan Excerpt #1

The next morning, as I stretched and yawned with the sun, everything felt different. Better. It was like the darkness that had shrouded the day before had blossomed into a beautiful morning. All of yesterday’s ugliness was gone now. My not-so-fun encounter at the precinct. Becca. God, Becca.
Today was going to be a good day. I could feel it. Besides, how could today possibly be any worse than yesterday?
Caleb was still dozing next to me and sleepily slung an arm around my waist to tug me back under his arm.
I really didn’t want to leave, but the sooner I got to the studio and took care of business, the sooner I could get back to Caleb. So, I made a quick dash into our second bedroom, which now doubled as my home studio, grabbed my current project off the easel, then I grabbed a banana and a granola bar for the road and was out the door.
A little over six hours later, I pulled Caleb’s truck into our driveway and my heart tugged in my chest at the sight of all that empty concrete. No Harley in sight.
Separation anxiety. That’s what this was.
Separation anxiety? More like codependency. You’re a complete loser. And a goner. Totally a goner.
Just as I absentmindedly put my key in the front door, I froze. That little bit of force pushed the whole door open and a cold chill ran down my spine. Caleb always tripled-checked all the locks on our doors before he left the house. I was already backing up, my project dropping to the ground as terror spiked through me and my fingers flying into my purse for something I could use to defend myself, when a figure hovered in the doorway and stilled.
Everything seemed to happen in a blur.
I saw a black leather cut, dark eyes, dark hair, and when his face finally came into clearer view, it only took me a second to place where I’d seen him before.
The patch-over party.
Diego Padilla.
We both moved at the same time. He jerked forward, flinging the door open at the exact moment I found my can of pepper spray. He blinked, momentarily stunned into immobility by what was in my hand and that gave me the opening I needed to flick the safety guard and cover the bastard head to shoulders in that white, foamy spray.
“Ah!” he screamed in pain, both hands snapping up to his face, scrubbing and pawing at his eyes. “Fucking bitch!”
Diego stumbled around the doorway with one hand covering his face and the other groping aimlessly for anything that could help him, but I was already backpedalling, nearly tripping over the front step and hightailing it back the truck as fast as my feet could carry me.
When I was safely locked back inside Caleb’s truck, my eyes shot to the front door and found Diego slouched down in the doorway, still scrubbing furiously at his eyes and screaming obscenities my way. Pure adrenaline was the only thing keeping me moving right now and I fumbled to back out of the driveway, screeching the tires and everything.
My chest was still heaving. My lungs felt like they were about to collapse I was coughing so violently, but the house was in my rearview mirror right now and that was what really mattered.
I hated that the sight of my house in my rearview mirror made me feel relieved.
I hated that I knew I was going to be afraid to be in my own home now.
I hated what I knew Caleb was going to have to do now.
I hated this fear. I hated this stress. And, somewhere in the deep recesses of my mind, I knew I hated this life.
There was just nothing I could do about it.


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Publication Date: July 14, 2015
Genres: Adult, Contemporary Romance, New Adult, MC

When Isabelle Martin steps onto Sawyer Auto Repair’s parking lot, she can’t believe it’s come to this. After dropping out of a school she never really wanted to go to in the first place and dumping a boyfriend she never really loved to begin with, she thought coming home to Claremont, North Carolina would solve all her problems. Instead, she’s still reeling from her mom’s death six months earlier and trying, but failing to help her dad, who’s sunken deep into a whiskey-fueled depression. Working in the local, motorcycle club-owned, auto shop’s office is a last resort, but it’s the only option she has...even if it means working with Caleb Sawyer, the bad-boy biker with swagger to spare who used to drive her up the wall in high school.
Caleb Sawyer is on the fast-track to a downward spiral. He used to think he had the world at his feet--all he has to do is be patient, earn his keep in the club and in the shop, and his legacy within the Iron Horsemen MC will be his for the taking when the time is right. But that just doesn’t mean anything without his old lady by his side, who wants to leave Claremont more than she wants to stay with him. When the bottom finally drops out, nothing prepares him for the impact and he deals with it the only way he knows how--with whiskey and women. Despite all that, being around Isabelle Martin, the girl whose feathers he ruffled so easily in high school, somehow brings him back to life. She doesn’t take any of his crap, but she calls him on it without judgment and without pity.

Despite some initial animosity, Caleb and Isabelle quickly realize that the perceptions they had of each other in high school couldn’t be further from the truth. The more time they spend together, the closer they become and the more they gravitate towards each other. Both are at a crossroads, but stuck in reverse. Isabelle needs help; she just doesn’t know how to ask for it. Caleb needs a life preserver; he just doesn’t know where to find one. And ultimately, on the path to rediscovery and identity, all roads lead them to exactly what they need--each other.

**New adult/contemporary romance told in alternating points of view. Recommended for readers 18 and older.**


Carry You Home by K. Ryan Excerpt #2

“Yeah, Iz?”
“Make it go away,” I whispered.
He nodded. He knew exactly what I was asking and I knew that anything I asked for, anything I wanted, he was going to give me. And even if his mind had been on a rougher, faster track tonight, even if he’d needed to work out a little more aggression from the day’s events, I needed him to go slow, to be tender with me, and to just love me.
“Okay, Iz,” Caleb murmured.
He leaned forward and gently brushed his lips against mine, his fingers skimming all the way underneath the shirt to slide it over my head. My legs wrapped around his waist and a moment later, my fingers were pulling his own shirt over his head. He bent down to place feather-light kisses on the insides of my thighs, my stomach, my chest, my neck, before finally settling over my lips.
I loved this about him—matter what was going on with us, whether it was the club, school, or just plain old life, sex was always something that just worked between us. It was where we met up at night. Where we found each other again in spite of whatever happened that day. Tonight, even in his worked-up state, was no exception.
He swirled his tongue in long, leisurely circles inside my mouth, taking his time in getting me to relax. I needed him to take his time, but I also needed him to get somewhere else first and slipped both his shorts and his boxers down to his ankles so he could kick them off. I hoisted myself up on my elbows and watched him with hooded eyes as he lazily freed himself from the layers keeping us apart. Two seconds later, he thrust his hands underneath me and playfully yanked me closer to him.
He gripped my hips, digging his fingers into my skin and he easily slipped inside me. My hands tangled in his hair and he rocked against me, finding that easy rhythm and hitting exactly where he knew he needed to go. It was slow, lazy lovemaking and it was exactly what both of us needed tonight. His lips never seemed to stray far from an inch of my skin, trailing up my neck, pressing into my mouth, lingering around my jaw.
We’d done this leisurely, easy pace before and we had all night to enjoy it, but this was different.
Every movement, every kiss, every touch seemed to heighten the emotions we were feeling—the love, the need, the desire. It felt like a piece of my soul had splintered and his had meshed in with mine to fill in the empty spaces. We were forged as one, melded together in the heat surrounding us.
And when my release shattered through my body and Caleb trembled above me, I knew that, in spite of the day’s drama, we were going to have the best night of sleep we’d had in months. All the weight had been lifted and now, we could finally breathe.
“I’m gonna marry you,” Caleb hummed against my ear.
“Uh huh,” I sighed lazily. “You are.”
“Tomorrow?” he asked hopefully and his tone suggested he wasn’t being entirely facetious.
Somehow, I still had the energy to laugh. “Not tomorrow. Soon though.”
“Fine,” he huffed and tugged me against his chest as we settled back into the pillows. “I guess I can wait.”
“You’re going to have to.”
“Well, it’s a good thing you’re worth the wait, Iz.”
This time, I totally had enough energy to smack him right in the chest.


K. RyanK. Ryan is a former English teacher, who graduated from the University of Wisconsin-Stevens Point in 2009. 

When not writing, she’s either binge-watching something on Netflix, running, reading, or cheering on the Packers. 

She lives in the Green Bay area with her crazy-supportive boyfriend and the best decision of her adult life, a not-so-stray cat named Oliver.

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