Monday, December 14, 2015

The Quarter Change & Giveaway

About the Book
Title: The Quarter Change
Author: Kiarra M. Taylor
Genre: Contemporary Romance

The-Quar-ter- Change:
/T͟Hē, ˈkwôrdər, CHānj/
A drastic personality change brought on by a person’s upcoming twenty-fifth birthday and the realization that they have been EXISTING for a quarter of a century but not LIVING.

Kimbella Tyler is done floating through life…
She’s turning twenty-five in a few weeks, and even though she’s in the prime of her life, living by the motto “Keep head down or in a book” hasn’t exactly been fun. Sick of hanging in the background of life, Kimbella embarks on a mission to leave her introverted ways in the past and live by a new motto—“Liquor. Lust. Living.”. The first step in her mission is to change her surroundings. Armed with her “Quarter List” full of fun local attractions and wild, adventurous things that she was always too introverted to do, Kimbella heads to California for two weeks of no holds barred fun.

An unlisted attraction…
Kimbella’s carefully laid plans are interrupted when she meets the crazy sexy Dr. Roman Tanzman and he attaches himself to her at the hip. Rolling with the punches for once in her life, Kimbella takes Roman along as she goes on the adventure of a lifetime—well the adventure of a quarter of a lifetime.

Liquor. Lust. Living Love…?
Kimbella's new life is one she’s always dreamed about; filled with hot nights with Roman, endless fancy dinners and dancing and no shortage of liquor. But with Kimbella pretending to be a bold, outgoing and sexually forward woman, and Roman pretending to be a carefree guy who isn’t going through the most trying time of his life, their facades have the potential to be their very undoing. Liquor and lust were part of the plan—love certainly wasn’t.

Author Bio
Kiarra M. Taylor is a Pittsburgh native and current resident. She is a mother to a handsome son as well as a beautiful daughter. A lifelong bookworm, Kiarra began writing in the fifth grade and hasn’t stopped since. With so many genres out there she doesn’t limit herself to writing in just one and aims to write across genres. Her interests in books vary as does as her interest in music; she literally likes it all. Some of Kiarra’s favorite authors are; J.K. Rowling, Sylvia Day, Tiffany Snow, Jane Austen, Maya Angelou, Mary Monroe and ML Rodriguez.
Aside from reading Kiarra has a passion for all things Criminal Justice and currently holds several higher education degrees including a Master of Science in Criminal Justice Administration.
When Kiarra isn’t transferring fictional worlds from the dredges of her mind to her laptop, you can find her nose-deep in a book or spending time with her children.
Ever the social butterfly, Kiarra is very active on social media so please feel free to catch up with her on FacebookTwitter,Instagram and Goodreads!


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Once we made it home, I grabbed a bottle of wine and a glass, shutting myself inside my room. I stripped down to my black bra and panties and climbed into bed.
Pride & Prejudice starring Keira Knightley was showing on TV, and I quickly lost myself in it, happy I had only missed the first five minutes, I kept my eye on the screen and deftly opened the wine bottle. I looked down at the glass lying on my bed and said to hell with it; and guzzled straight from the bottle.
Within forty-five minutes, I was nearly finished with the bottle and already could feel my face heating, signaling that I was tipsy and would soon be heading over the border into drunk girl territory. The part of the movie where Mr. Darcy refuses to admit his feelings for Elizabeth Bennett came on.
I had seen the movie a thousand times before, and read the book twice as many times, so the tedious evolution of Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth Bennett’s relationship was not new to me. But for some reason today, Mr. Darcy’s arrogance and carelessness pulled at my temper and I hurled the wine opener at my flat screen TV.
What the hell is wrong with you, Mr. Darcy?” I slurred angrily. “Can’t you see the girl has feelings for you, you freaking jackhole!”
In my drunken haze, I stared at the TV expectantly, waiting for Mr. Darcy to detour from his lines and answer me. He didn’t.
I flopped back in disgust and stared up at the spinning ceiling as tears made their way down either side of my face. I was too spent to even wipe them away.

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