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
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Blurb:
โI had become his muse. What he didnโt know was that he had become mine too.โMaggie Stevens is done feeling objectified.
After spending her entire life in the spotlight and climbing the high fashion ranks as a model in LA, sheโs 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 schoolโone 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 thereโs more to the fashionista than meets the eyeโฆ
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 whatโs right in front of you.
Excerpt:
Alcohol is definitely not part of my plan for getting Maggie to loosen up today. What Iโm not expecting is for Maggie to take it upon herself to down three shots of White Water vodka in just a few minutes.
โGoing a little hard there, arenโt you, Mags?โ
She shrugs as a giggle slips from her sexy throat. โYouโre driving, not me.โ
I chuckle. โThatโs presumptuous of you. Who said I was driving you home?โ
This time, she glares and steps right up until sheโs under my nose. โThis is a pretty shitty date if youโre not even going to drive me home.โ
A laugh bursts straight from my chest. โWho said weโre on a date?โ
She tilts her head and practically purrs. โYou 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 youโwhich, by the way, makes me some sort of saint. So yes, this is a date.โ
โYou going to put out afterwards too?โ
Her lips curl up at the corners. โNot a chance in hell.โ
That makes me grin. โThen our definitions of date are very different.โ
Maggie snorts. โWho are you kidding? We both know you wonโt 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 sheโs 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.
โWant 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. Monicaโs seats are an entire section down and to the right of us.
โHere.โ I shove a hot dog in front of Maggieโs nose. โYou should eat something.โ
She makes a face and pushes the hot dog away. โI canโt 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. โProbably just as much as those three White Water shots you took back in the beer garden.โ
โYeah, well, Iโm here, arenโt I? Now you and my sister can shut up about the Seattle experience. After today, not another word.โ
I grin. โYou ainโt seen nothing like it, babe.โ
โStop calling me babe.โ
โWhy? I thought you were my date.โ
She rolls her eyes, causing me to laugh.
โRelax,โ I say, setting her foil-wrapped hot dog on the cup holder in front of her. โWeโre going to have a good time, Iโm going to take you home without molesting you, and then you can sleep off your hangover while dreaming about me all night long.โ
โYou are such a cocky one, arenโt you?โ
I grin. โYou 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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