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Evie’s Knight
by Kimberly Krey
Paperback, 391 pages
Published September 11th 2012 by Kimberly Krey
Premise:
When Evie falls in love with Calvin Knight, their young, virtuous romance
conjures a truly wicked spell.
Evie always thought her eighteenth year would be magical, but so far it's not
what she hoped for. Her best friend has gone wild, her love life is void, and
she misses her mom more than ever. But life for Evie is about to change. Calvin
Knight, the object of her fascination, is about to fall madly in love with her.
Just one problem: Their love conjures a murderous woman from beyond the grave who
wants Evie dead. The same demon who has haunted the Knight men for over four
generations. Soon Calvin is forced to make a choice: Set Evie free and hope to
evade the wrath of The Raven- haired Ghost, or use his newly gifted strengths
to fight against her. If he chooses to fight and wins, Calvin will free the
Knight men of this demonic witch. If he loses, Evie will become her next
victim.
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Author,
Kimberly Krey:
Writing
Romance That’s Clean Without Losing the Steam!
I’m
a reader of good, clean romance, a lover of family time and Diet Coke, and the
ultimate hater of laundry.
I’m
not patient enough to enjoy a yoga class, or tall enough to be great at
basketball, but I do love to run – anywhere but on a treadmill. I love the
sound of a rainstorm when I have no place to go, the feel of Soft Lips chap
Stick on my lips, and the first peek of blue water as we round the mountains
toward our favorite getaway in Bear Lake.
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And here, especially for my stop, Kimberly has written an exciting guest post relating to art and her book. Enjoy!
Kimberly's Guest Post + Evie and Calvin's Art excerpt
I have always loved art. I’m not the greatest artist, but that’s never
stopped me from trying. And it’s fair to say that I can appreciate great art
like nobody’s business, which has to count for something, right? Well, since
Calvin Knight is an artist, and he and Evie meet in art class, it plays a
decent-sized role in the book. Through analyzing one another’s artwork for class,
Calvin and Evie get to know one another better. Here, Calvin has already analyzed Evie’s work, and she’s just about to look over
his:
“Go ahead and have a seat.” Evie rounded up
the books that lay scattered over the tabletop, creating a tall stack to lean
the piece against. “Okay, let’s see it.” She took the board from his hands, anxious to view his project. Once
she had it propped against the books, Evie settled into the couch, purposefully
scooting closer to him.
“Oh, yeah,” he said,
putting his arm around her with a smile. “This is nice.”
She chuckled. Having him
so close was nice–but distracting. She folded her arms across her chest and set her gaze
on the sketch, trying to recall the way they’d critiqued in art class.
She’d almost forgotten
the intimidating amount of skill displayed in Calvin’s first piece. This
drawing showed that same level of talent, and it made Evie glad she’d gone
first; she may have chickened out altogether after seeing this one.
The art portrayed two
young boys at a riverside. One leaned lazily against a tree, plucking a tall
blade of grass, while the other stood close to the edge of the river.
Surrounding the boys stood tall trees with mighty trunks so detailed, she
imagined reaching out to feel the rough texture of the bark against her
fingers.
“Calvin, this is
beautiful. The detail is amazing.” It took her a moment to remember she was
supposed to be analyzing the piece. She was more content to just enjoy the
beauty of it.
“Let’s see. It’s a
sketch–looks like pencil lead. And um, maybe a slight wash of ... I’m not sure
what kind of paint over top.”
“Egg tempera.”
She looked at him and
smiled. “Hmm. I haven’t heard of that one yet.”
“It’s really cool. You
actually make it yourself. Gives it that kind of luminescent look.”
There was something
appealing in watching Calvin talk about the craft he knew so well. “That is
cool. You’ll have to show me sometime.” Looking back to the art, she spoke up
once more. “Okay, the first thing I notice is the contrast between the two
boys. This one to the left, he looks a bit younger than the other one, he’s
carrying two backpacks. One on his back, and one that’s hooked around his
fingers and kind of scraping the ground, like it’s heavy for him. ”
She pointed toward the
boy seated on the ground. “The one down here, lounged against the tree trunk,
seems to be relaxed and carefree, where this one is like, picking up the slack,
maybe, since I’m guessing the other backpack is his. There’s this sense of
burden.” She took a look at Calvin. “Sorry, I’m not very good at this.”
“No, you’re doing great.
Go ahead.” He kept his gaze on her as she continued.
“There’s something else
that stands out to me though. The paint you were talking about–this amazing
wash of gold–it puts a twist on the mood. But I can’t exactly place it.”
Calvin brought his arm
from around her back and leaned his elbows onto his knees. “This isn’t the most
momentous time of my life, but I’ve been taking art for years now and I’ve
already gone there, more than once. But there was this time, shortly after my
mother died, when I was kind of faced with a decision, I guess. My dad expected
life to still go on, of course, wanted us to be part of the team, as he called
it.”
He shook his head
absently, the story replaying somewhere behind his deep brown eyes. “We were
all suffering, and it took a lot to stay afloat. But Parker refused to do his
part. I watched the way he used his pain as an excuse to act like a jerk half
the time, and I made a conscious effort not to follow his lead. I knew I’d have
to grow up faster and just ... be stronger without having my mom around. But I
also knew that if I did, I’d become the man she would’ve wanted me to be.” He
nodded toward the artwork. “I made that decision, in a moment like this, at the
riverbank by our house.”
Evie pulled her gaze
from the page as he paused, glancing over at him.
“I’m glad you caught
onto the light. It’s a big part of it. Because on the actual day, it seemed
like once I set my mind to it, this incredible burst of light broke through the
cluster of trees, almost ... I don’t know, confirming that I’d made the right
choice. That my mom would have been proud, if that makes any sense.”
Evie nodded. “It does.
Makes a lot of sense, actually. So you have an older brother who acted up, and
I have an older sister who kind of did the same thing. And while she was off in
her own rebellious world, I was busy trying to be perfect. Getting straight
A’s, helping around the house, and trying to keep the peace between my dad and
Jess. And it’s funny, because I look back and see that no matter what either
one of us did, it was never going to bring her back…”
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