Cover Reveal – The Nearness of You by K.G. Fletcher

COVER REVEAL FOR THE NEARNESS OF YOU BY K.G. FLETCHER!

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I’m excited to share the news that my friend K.G. Fletcher is having her cover reveal for her third novel, “The Nearness of You”. The cover is beautiful and I can’t wait to read it when it comes out. Being a fellow Atlanta girl myself, I enjoy reading about my area and in such a sexy way.

K.G. is one of the most talented people I know. She acts, she sings, she writes sexy love stories…in addition to being one of the nicest and giving authors that I know. I’m a huge fan.

 

 

 

 

And without further adieu, the cover and a little excerpt to tease us all until October!

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About The Nearness of You:

Lounge singer, Lauren Rose lived her comfortable life in Atlanta always dreaming of making it in
show biz. When she unexpectedly meets British male super-model, David Randle at a gig at the posh St.
Regis Hotel, she is swept away by his striking good looks and lilting cadence.

In town for his sister Catherine’s nuptials to NASCAR driver, Brian Brady, David invites Lauren to the
wedding on a whim. The two instantly bond over music, fashion and family. They continue their new
relationship in New York City when David invites Lauren to see him in action at a high profile fashion
shoot for his debut fragrance, “Drive.”

Sparks fly when his assistant, Sabrina Watson is none too happy that his new girlfriend has interrupted
his grueling, fast-paced schedule. She becomes fixated on separating the happy couple who are falling in
love.

Traversing the East Coast and Europe with the paparazzi in hot pursuit, David and Lauren navigate the
precarious path of fame, fashion and fate.

Her wildest dreams were coming true. Would she ever truly believe that his desire was to be near her –
always?

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Exclusive Excerpt:

“Excuse me, miss.”
Looking up with a smile, ready to accommodate another song request, she was taken aback, her breath
catching in her chest. The man was tall, dark, and handsome and he looked very familiar. She started to
panic, trying to place him in the shadowy light.

“I didn’t mean to startle you. I wanted to ask… that last song you just sang. It sounded so familiar. Who
is the artist?”
The molecules in her brain shifted, and she was suddenly aware of who was standing before her. In an
effort not to faint or start screaming, she placed her hand on her heaving chest and tried to breathe
again, all the while his steady gaze penetrating her entire being. She swallowed hard, trying to get some
moisture back into her throat so she could respond, but it felt as if her entire mouth had been force-fed
a bucket of sand. The gorgeous man was holding a martini glass and looking like he had just stepped out
of a high-class advertisement, his designer clothing obvious.
“Umm… that song was….” She cleared her throat. “It’s a Richard Rodgers, umm, song.” She eyed his
drink and without thinking, took it out of his hands. “Do you mind?” She didn’t wait for his response,
anxious to send moisture onto her hot tongue. She threw the drink back in one gulp before choking on
the alcohol that burned going down her throat. “Oh my god! What was that?” she asked, her face
scowling.
He gently took the empty glass back from her, his index finger brushing her hand slightly. “Well, that
was my gin martini. May I get you something more to your liking?” He tried not to smile but his blue
eyes tinged with humor and gave him away.
Lauren held the back of her hand to her mouth and stared. “I know who you are,” she whispered, wide
eyed. “You’re the super…” He interrupted her quickly by abruptly grabbing her by the elbow.
“Let me buy you a drink.” He started to lead her to the mahogany bar where her friend Tim was
bartending.
“Hey Lauren. How’s it going?” Tim asked as he wiped down the polished wood in front of them. Could
he tell that she was coming undone being in the presence of one of the most stunning, sought after
male models on the planet? She recalled a recent trip to New York with some of her girlfriends. They
had stood in the middle of Times Square taking several pictures of this man’s famous image plastered on
a giant billboard, his gorgeous, half-naked body on display for all the world to see, wearing designer
underwear. She started to swoon thinking about it.
“Good, Tim,” she replied a little too quickly, her voice three octaves higher than normal. She glanced at
the illustrious man who was standing mere inches from her, not sure if she would be able to continue a
conversation. Her entire body felt like it was buzzing and she thought she might hyperventilate. She sank
onto the leather barstool, hoping it wasn’t obvious that she was coming undone.
“Sparkling water for you?” Tim asked knowingly. Lauren never drank while she performed, a lesson
she’d learned many years ago when she had made the mistake of going to happy hour with friends
before a show. She couldn’t remember the lyrics that night because of one too many shots of tequila.
She was lucky the manager hadn’t fired her.
“Yes, please,” she squeaked.
“And for you, sir?”
He leaned his strong arm against the back of her bar stool and reached for a cashew in a crystal bowl, his
bulging bicep almost grazing her breast. “I should like another gin martini, Tim. Hendricks please, with a

cucumber garnish.” His British cadence was sophisticated and debonair, accentuating his high-class
image.
Tim placed a green tinted bottle of sparkling water in front of Lauren and proceeded to mix the martini.
She tried to open her drink with her trembling hands, but the cap wouldn’t budge.
“Allow me, Lauren,” he said, taking it from her, the “L” of her name sounding beautiful with his lilting
articulation. He effortlessly turned the cap just once and handed it back to her, his chiseled features
dangerously close to her lips. She offered a polite smile before taking a sip and almost choked when he
started to speak, palming her back with his hand.
“Feeling any better?”
She licked her lips and placed the bottle back on the bar. “Yes, thank you.” She felt her cheeks flush,
surprised when he leaned in and whispered into her ear.
“It’s nice to meet you, Lauren. You have a lovely voice.”
His warm breath made her insides tingle. She inhaled deeply before answering. “Thank you. It’s nice to
meet you too… you have a lovely… face.” She forced herself not to roll her eyes after the words came
out of her mouth, pursing her lips. What a stupid thing to say.

About K.G. Fletcher:

KG Fletcher is the author of the contemporary romance novel, The Nearness of You released in October,
2017. She has also penned romantic suspense novels, Love Song released in April, 2017 and Unexpected
released in December, 2016. She is an active member of RWA and the Georgia Romance Writers
Association. She was a singer/songwriter in Nashville, TN and a recipient of the “Airplay International
Award” for “Best New Artist” showcasing original songs at The Bluebird Café. She earned her BFA in
theater at Valdosta State College and has traveled the world professionally as a singer/actress. She
currently gets to play rock star as a backup singer in the National Tour, “Remember When Rock Was
Young – the Elton John Tribute.” (www.almosteltonjohn.com)

KG lives in Atlanta, GA with her husband Ladd and their three gorgeous sons. She is a hopeless romantic
continuing her work on her original cabaret act called, “The Novel Romantic – an unexpected evening of
sweet & spicy love” to help promote her romance novels.

Find KG online:
Website | Twitter | Instagram | Facebook | Amazon | Cabaret Act

 

I hoped you enjoyed it!

Write freely, love fearlessly, live intentionally.

Eliza