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And my new neighbor.
Heâs fixated on me and I donât know why. May's book spotlight is here! This newsletter is filled with lots of fun stuff about Apartment 2B, which is an oldie, but a goodie! Apartment 2B is still a reader fave even after all these years! Check it out! âThe writing is superb, the story intriguing, and the fall-in-love factor gets 10++ stars!"
Carrie M, Reviewer Apartment 2B was one of the very first books I ever wrote. I believe it was the second or third one I published way back in 2014. This story is one of those K Webster books that's best to kind of go in blind (aka without reading spoiler reviews) in order for you to experience it fully. Even though my writing has improved over the years, this story has one of the coolest storylines. Here's the blurb for Apartment 2B: All I ever wanted was to escape my cruel mother and the hellish life she confined me to.
When it finally happened, I wasnât at all prepared for the confusing world I was thrust into.
Each day is a struggle to feel human and not terrified of everything around me. I have rules. Routines. Structure. Itâs the only way I can cope. My life begins to unravel when I meet him.
Handsome. Intense. Mysterious.
And my new neighbor. Heâs fixated on me and I donât know why.
I find myself inexplicably drawn to him though Iâm secretly terrified.
His presence has me breaking my own rules that are in place to protect my sanity. There needs to be boundaries.
I should push him away.
Because if I donât, Iâm going to fall so deeply under his magnetism, Iâll never recover when it all comes crashing down. And it will.
In my life, it always does. Heâs not the type of man a woman can have a happily ever after with, right?
Since I canât seem to keep him out of my apartment, or my heart, Iâm about to find out. *** Trigger Warning â Includes dark themes that could be triggering to some including past abuse from parent, stalking, and assault. *** âAll I can say is wow. I could not put this book down. It was intriguing and gut-wrenching. It pulled me in from the beginning and it kept my attention well into the end. I want Liam!!!! Or do I want Lane? Hell, I'll take both." Jamee G, Reviewer [Amazon]( [Barnes and Noble]( [Apple]( [Kobo]( [Google Play]( [Eden Books]( [Audible]( Also on...
[Amazon UK]( [Amazon DE]( [Amazon FR]( [Amazon ES]( [Amazon IT]( [Amazon NL]( [Amazon JP]( [Amazon BR]( [Amazon CA]( [Amazon MX]( [Amazon AU]( and [Amazon IN](. âI FREAKING LOVED THIS BOOK!! It's been three days since I finished this book, and I'm still thinking about it, and I closed 3 books before settling on a favourite re-read: BOOK HANGOVER!!â
Rebecca, Reviewer "Yes, I read this book in one sitting. The story line is excellent. The writing is flawless. This book keeps you on the edge of your seat wondering what is going to happen next."
Pitapam, Reviewer Recently, I changed the cover from the simple white cover to the one with the guy on the front. I still offer the [white one on my website]( for those who collect the originals. Here's an excerpt of Apartment 2B: Iâve almost made it back to my door when I feel someone staring at me. Glancing over toward my neighborâs door, I see a man standing out front of it, arms crossed against his muscular chest. At first, I am stunned. The man is absolutely beautiful. He has to be just a few inches over six foot and the jeans heâs wearing perfectly fit his build. The black T-shirt heâs sporting is stretched tight across his body, showing off each ridge of each muscle. His light brown hair looks like he just ran his fingers through it to make it look messy. His lips are pressed together firmly in an unhappy line, which makes me look up at his eyes. Those brown, melted-chocolate eyes are glaring at me. I shrink back under the intensity of his stare. He takes a step toward me, arms still folded, and I quickly fumble my way into the apartment. Locking the door behind me, I shakily make my way to the window and open it so I can breathe. Who was that guy, and why did he look like he was mad at me? The look on his face reappears in my mind and my skin begins to itch. For some reason, it makes me angry that he has the same affect Momma had with a look. After I slam the window shut, I stalk into the bathroom to the shower and turn it on. I wonder if that guy was the same one who spooked me on the stairwell earlier. If so, I really want to give him a piece of my mind. I never will though. After my second very long shower of the day, I dry off and opt to leave the dress off until it is time to switch the sheets to the dryer. Once again, I settle on my now sheet-less bed and open my novel. Not even two pages in, the wall shakes behind me. I can hear music blaring now through the somewhat thin walls. The pictures I recently hung on the wall are shaking, threatening to crash to the floor. I am furious because I feel like that guy is doing it on purpose to piss me off for some reason. After jumping from the bed, I bang angrily on the wall behind me. As a response, the music volume increases, and this time, one of my frames does fall and break. Tears burn my eyes as I try to figure out how to solve this problem. I wish Tina were here to tell me what to say to him. The music stops suddenly, and I sigh in relief before sitting back down on the bed. Iâm finally getting my heart rate back to normal and reading a steamy part when the music starts blaring again. Are you kidding me? I storm into the bathroom to put my dress back on. Not bothering with shoes, I slip out into the hallway and bang on his door. The music is still pounding away, so I knock louder. Iâm so pissed right now that I canât even think about socially interacting with someone new, especially a hot someone. At this moment, all I can think about is making him turn off the obnoxious noise. Almost as suddenly as it began, the music is silenced, and I hear footsteps approach the door from inside. My previous fury is quickly dissipating as my nervousness takes over. The pounding in my heart is telling me to go back to my apartment, but the stubbornness Iâve worked my whole life to keep at bay is winning. I hold my chin up as I wait for him to open the door. When the door flings open and slams against the inside wall, I jump back a step. This man is once again glaring at me as if heâs challenging me. I try not to look at his chest again by training my eyes on his and glaring right back at him. He steps out of the threshold into the hallway just a couple of feet in front of me. Iâm assaulted by his intoxicating smell. A lovely scent of outdoors mixed with mint envelops me. It smells refreshing, clean. I start to say something, but my mind starts to reel when he takes another few steps toward me. I find myself backing up until my back bumps the wall behind me. Against my wishes, my nipples harden under the dress. As if my thoughts alert him to them, his brown eyes tear from mine and lazily drag across my breasts. My heart thumps wildly under his gaze. His eyes meet mine again as he closes the distance between us, now only inches away from touching me. If I breathe too heavily, our chests may touch one another. âBoo.â I jump at his word and know heâs the man from the stairwell earlier today. Tears fill my eyes and I slide away from him, running back to my apartment and slamming the door shut. What is wrong with that man? What is wrong with me? He affects and confuses me. Never have I actually wanted someone to touch me. In that moment, I probably would have let him. But clearly, heâs an arrogant bully who likes to intimidate and scare women. I pace the apartment until itâs time to check on the sheets downstairs. Thankfully he never turns the music back on, so I donât feel the need to yell at him. Quietly pulling open the door, I peek into the hallway for any signs of him. Realizing that the coast is clear, I step into the hallway and head toward the stairwell. As I near it, my heart begins its usual race and I force away a panic attack. Iâm still mentally trying to pep myself up into going down the stairs when I feel him come behind me, his scent the giveaway. âI switched your sheets over for you,â he says smoothly, and I can feel his breath on my neck. I spin around to face him, once again shocked at his beauty. Heâs frowning, but at least itâs not a menacing glare anymore. As if he doesnât expect a thank you, he backs away toward his apartment. I moisten my lips again with my tongue. âSidney,â I whisper as I observe his brown eyes skate their way back to mine again. The corners of his lips curve up into a breathtaking smile, and my mouth parts as I take in the beauty of it. He leans in impossibly closer, and I swear he inhales me. My body tenses up at his proximity, yet I make no moves to get away from him. âIâm Liam,â he informs me softly. I close my eyes after he says his name. Something about the way he whispers it drives me slightly crazy. This is exactly the sort of thing they describe in my romance books, but living it and reading it are two completely different things. When he reaches up to touch my cheek, Iâm suddenly ripped from my trance before he gets the chance and am sent into a full-on panic mode. âDonât touch me!â I shriek in such a high voice that I shock myself. Iâve already managed to scoot past him and take off in a sprint back to my apartment. âSidney, wait!â he calls after me, but I ignore him, slamming the door behind me. Iâm shaking badly and I need air. With jitters running through me, I somehow make it to the window and open it without passing out. I take deep, filling breaths of the air until I feel the unease begin to dissipate. My skin starts the insane itching, which makes me cry. I hate this life, having to shower to get rid of the creepy-crawly sensation. On wobbly legs, I stumble into the bathroom and turn on the water. Tears stream down my face as I tear off the dress and climb inside the shower. The icy-cold water snaps me out of my stressful state, and Iâm able to finally relax the tension that seized my body only moments before in the hallway. Check out the dedication below. There's a part in this book that actually happened to me and my sister. It's fun including tidbits of your own life when you write! Apartment 2B was the very first audiobook I ever had produced. A huge thanks to the phenomenal Meghan Kelly for walking me through the process. Her narration is fantastic and she really brings the characters to life! [Audible]( I hope you enjoyed this spotlight of Apartment 2B. It'll always be one of my favorites. I hope you check this book out if you haven't already! I can't wait until next month where I'll highlight another hidden gem of a book! Hope you're loving these spotlights too! Hugs,
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