Thursday, October 10, 2019

Blog: Handbag and Book with author Kris Jayne @KateSpadehandbag #accessories #newbook #MFRWauthor

This is my FAVORITE bag. I love Kate Spade bags because they're clean, classy, and simple, but still fun. This one is a workhorse bag because it's big enough to fit my 13-inch laptop. Usually, though, I'll carry my iPad when I'm out in case I want to write or sneak in some reading. It has two big, zippered pockets on each side and two sections in the middle that close with a magnetic snap. 

I feel pulled together when I carry it, and sometimes, I'll run to the store in my yoga pants and a T-shirt, but if I'm carrying the bag, it's all good. I have a scarf obsession, so I like using them to add color to a simple black bag. This scarf is Hermes and was a Christmas gift.

Excerpt from Kisses & Kismet - Coming October 31 - Pre-Orders Available

Jamie lifted his chin to a haughty angle, but his evasive glance told me I was right. Preston was trying to tell me something. If I wanted to help Kali, I would have to set fire to the carefully reinforced walls at the edges of my psyche and listen.

“And you should be more careful of the truth,” I snapped.

“No. Your sister should.”

“What does that mean?” I edged closer to him.

“Ask her.”

“You’re deflecting.”

“I don’t have to listen to this.” He flipped the watch at his wrist to eye level. “Shit. I’m supposed to be somewhere.”

“You can’t run away. This isn’t over, you know.”

“Oddly, I do,” he grunted with a grim smile. “You’re relentless.”

I took another step forward and poked the center of his chest. The grumble of my own voice through clenched teeth shocked even me. “You have no idea.”

His gaze snatched down to mine as he took a half step back, trapped against the open door of his fancy car. Tingles of the electricity between us crackled on my skin. My breath quickened.

The dim light of the parking garage played with the angles of his face. The perfection crumbled. A rogue curl of dark hair slipped to his forehead. The arrogant mask he wore fell away revealing confusion, trepidation, and hurt.

He straightened his shoulders, adding to his height as he stared down at me, and sneered. “Is this your plan? You corner me in a parking garage and start touching me and giving me your best siren’s eyes?”

“Siren’s eyes?”

He cackled and lifted his hands up as if touching me might give him some incurable disease. “God, you and your sister are alike. But I’m not my father. I’m not going to let a little horniness make me lose my mind.”

I covered my mouth and mockingly wretched. “Ugh. I’m going to lose my lunch.”

“Really?” He snickered under his breath. “Yes. That’s why you touched me.”

“I was making a point. If you’re horny, that’s your problem.” Still, I stepped away from him. “Just know that I’m not going to let you railroad my sister.”

I spun on my heels and stormed away, not totally sure where I parked or if I was even on the right level of the parking garage, but I didn’t dare risk looking confused. I kept walking to the other side of the elevator. Finally, the screech of his car down the exit ramp pierced through the roar of rushing blood in my ears. I closed my eyes, clenching and unclenching my fists to relax.

If I was going to fight for Kali, I needed to get my emotions under control. Because when they controlled me, that was a disaster.

More about Kris Jayne: Kris Jayne is a devoted writer, reader, and traveler. She spends her days blissfully sweating out the writing process in the Dallas area with her dogs, Otis the Shih Tzu, Rocco the Terrier, and Red the Foxy Mutt. P.S. If you're buying her a gift, she has a penchant for single-malt Scotch and scarves.

Red, White or Blue? Blue

Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter? Fall, for sure

Chocolate pudding, cake, pie? Pie! Pie! Pie!

Coffee, Tea, Champagne? All 3. I couldn't possibly choose one.

Country music or Michael Buble? Honestly, neither, but I'll go with Buble for the holidays.

Pencil or Pen? Pen. Weird fact about me: I can't stand the sound of pencil on paper. It makes my teeth hurt.

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