Blog Tour: Through the Lens by K.K. Allen

Today is my stop during the blog tour for Through the Lens by K.K. Allen. Through the Lens is an all-new emotional new-adult standalone from USA Today bestselling author K.K. Allen. You can enter the giveaway for a chance to win a $100 gift card here.

Title: Through the Lens
Author: K.K. Allen
Series: standalone
Genres: Contemporary Romance

โ€œI had become his muse. What he didnโ€™t know was that he had become mine too.โ€

Maggie Stevens is done feeling objectified.
After spending her entire life in the spotlight and climbing the high fashion ranks as a model in LA, sheโ€™s willing to leave it all behind for a fresh start. Moving to Seattle seems like the perfect solution.
A clean slate.
New adventures.
Endless opportunities.
All is going according to plan. Until she meets the drop-dead gorgeous cooking instructor who delights in adding to her misery.

Desmond Blake is determined to make a name for his culinary schoolโ€”one that speaks to his hard work and undeniable passion.
When his food photography hobby garners attention from an unexpected source, his dreams are finally within reach. The obstacle he never sees coming is the sharp-tongued bombshell with a distaste for all he stands for.

When Desmond accidentally captures a photo of Maggie during a moment of weakness, he starts to see thereโ€™s more to the fashionista than meets the eyeโ€ฆ

Sometimes what can be seen through the lens is a skewed version of reality. A bent perspective. Manufactured, therefore losing all sense of authenticity. And sometimes all it takes is a different angle to see whatโ€™s right in front of you.


Alcohol is definitely not part of my plan for getting Maggie to loosen up today. What Iโ€™m not expecting is for Maggie to take it upon herself to down three shots of White Water vodka in just a few minutes.
โ€œGoing a little hard there, arenโ€™t you, Mags?โ€
She shrugs as a giggle slips from her sexy throat. โ€œYouโ€™re driving, not me.โ€
I chuckle. โ€œThatโ€™s presumptuous of you. Who said I was driving you home?โ€
This time, she glares and steps right up until sheโ€™s under my nose. โ€œThis is a pretty shitty date if youโ€™re not even going to drive me home.โ€
A laugh bursts straight from my chest. โ€œWho said weโ€™re on a date?โ€
She tilts her head and practically purrs. โ€œYou did offer me your extra ticket to the game, one you would have otherwise used to bribe one of these poor women to go on a date with youโ€”which, by the way, makes me some sort of saint. So yes, this is a date.โ€
โ€œYou going to put out afterwards too?โ€
Her lips curl up at the corners. โ€œNot a chance in hell.โ€
That makes me grin. โ€œThen our definitions of date are very different.โ€
Maggie snorts. โ€œWho are you kidding? We both know you wonโ€™t let me find a different ride home after the game.โ€
When she bats her eyes up at me playfully and knowingly, something catches in my chest. We both know sheโ€™s not wrong.
We walk to the stadium with Monica, Chloe, Gavin, and the rest of our friends. Then we detach when we get to the concession stand near where our seats are.
โ€œWant something to eat or drink?โ€ I ask her.
Maggie looks up at the board then tells me she wants a beer but nothing else. I order two hot dogs, two beers, and a pretzel, then we make our way to our row. Monicaโ€™s seats are an entire section down and to the right of us.
โ€œHere.โ€ I shove a hot dog in front of Maggieโ€™s nose. โ€œYou should eat something.โ€
She makes a face and pushes the hot dog away. โ€œI canโ€™t eat that. Do you know how many toxins are in that thing?โ€
I shrug and stuff half of a dog into my mouth, chew, swallow, and take a sip of beer. โ€œProbably just as much as those three White Water shots you took back in the beer garden.โ€
โ€œYeah, well, Iโ€™m here, arenโ€™t I? Now you and my sister can shut up about the Seattle experience. After today, not another word.โ€
I grin. โ€œYou ainโ€™t seen nothing like it, babe.โ€
โ€œStop calling me babe.โ€
โ€œWhy? I thought you were my date.โ€
She rolls her eyes, causing me to laugh.
โ€œRelax,โ€ I say, setting her foil-wrapped hot dog on the cup holder in front of her. โ€œWeโ€™re going to have a good time, Iโ€™m going to take you home without molesting you, and then you can sleep off your hangover while dreaming about me all night long.โ€
โ€œYou are such a cocky one, arenโ€™t you?โ€
I grin. โ€œYou have no idea.โ€

About the Author:
K.K. Allen is a USA Today Bestselling and award-winning author and interdisciplinary arts and sciences graduate from the University of Washington who writes heartfelt contemporary romance stories that are as real as they are inspiring. K.K. is a Hawaiian girl who was raised in Seattle, and currently resides in central Florida. She works full time as a digital producer for a leading online educational institution and is the mother to a ridiculously handsome little dude who owns her heart.

K.K.’s publishing journey began in June 2014 with the YA Contemporary Fantasy trilogy, The Summer Solstice. In 2016, K.K. published her first Contemporary Romance, Up in the Treehouse, which went on to win the Romantic Times 2016 Reviewers’ Choice Award for Best New Adult Book of the Year. With K.K.’s love for inspirational and coming-of-age stories involving heartfelt narratives and honest emotions, you can be assured to always be surprised by what K.K. releases next.


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