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Monday, July 3, 2017

Unbreak My Heart is available as an audiobook!

I'm very excited to announce that UNBREAK MY HEART is now an audiobook! 😀

I was ecstatic when the fabulous Dreamspinner Press and Nick J. Russo took on the project. Listening to my words come alive through his voice is simply a dream come true.

Truth...I've waited a long time to have happen to Brett and JT. Ever since Unbreak was first published in 2013, I've had readers say they'd love to have it in audio. Whoop! So now it is. Thank you Dreamspinner and Nick. I've serious humbled to have this new format in my body of work.😏

So does anyone like audiobooks? How about a giveaway? It's simple. Leave a comment with your name, contact info AND answer the following question for me. Good luck and if you listen to Unbreak My Heart I really hope you enjoy it. 💙

~~Question:  Unbreak My Heart is obviously named after a hit song because I just loved the title and it suited Brett Taylor to a T. If you were to name a book after a song, what would you choose? (PS I have a book coming out called Gimme Shelter ;) )~~

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Title: Unbreak My Heart audiobook
Series: Unbreak My Heart book 1
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Author: K-lee Klein
Narrator: Nick J Russo

~Brett Taylor’s world collapsed three years ago when he lost the love of his life. Almost as bad as the grief is the advice he’s starting to get from everyone and their brother, telling him it’s time to move on. They’re flat-out wrong. He left his career as a musician and escaped to his ranch because he needs the peace and quiet, and he’s doing just fine. He doesn’t want anyone invading his memory-filled, booze-fueled solitude. 

~JT Campbell’s world has been defined by his parents’ money, status, and his own empty relationships, until he’s desperately sick of it. A quest to find something meaningful leads him to Brett’s failing ranch. It’s supposed to be a brief stay. JT never wanted to be anyone’s savior or compete with the ghosts of lovers past. Still, he can’t help wanting this gruff and grieving man. 

~JT’s mind knows it’s a bad idea, but his heart keeps pushing him to find out what lies beneath Brett’s rough and broken exterior. Brett’s not going to make it easy. JT can only be patient, keep his sense of humor, and hope for the day he may be allowed far enough into Brett’s world to unbreak his heart.

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K-lee Klein loves guys with long hair and tattoos, and you’ll often find her front and center at her favorite rock concerts. She has bounced around Western Canada all her life, but will always consider the solitude and beauty of the British Columbian mountains home. Her life is blessed as the proud mother of three now-grown but still spoiled kids, the servant of two bossy felines, and the wife of a truly patient husband.

Her writing muse is terribly temperamental, so to keep him close by and in check, she had him inked on her left calf. The gorgeous, long-haired, mostly naked, kneeling angel that resulted is truly a work of art, although he’s still a handful and hopelessly uncontrollable. She writes on his schedule and inspiration.

K-lee tends to fall easily into obsessions. When something grabs her attention, she jumps into it headfirst with complete abandon. Actors, musicians, superheroes, fictional characters, and brainwashed assassins all hold spots on her cannot-get-enough list. She once followed Thirty Seconds to Mars around the United States and Canada and saw them perform fourteen times that year. Obsession sometimes leads to ideas for her kneeling angel to turn into stories.

Although an introvert in person, she’s extroverted online and has met many wonderful friends there, sometimes with the added fun of meeting them in person at gay romance conferences. She’s grateful for all the people in her life who accept her as she is and support her through her ups and downs as mom, wife, and joyfully obsessed writer.

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Tuesday, February 7, 2017

Flash Fiction Monday - Just a Chubby Kid from Brooklyn

I haven't done this in a while but I thought I'd try my hand at another Flash Fiction Monday. So here we go...enjoy.

Just a Chubby Kid From Brooklyn

When the sun moved lower in the sky, reflecting brilliantly on the water, Saul knew it was time to put-up or shut-up. Technically, he'd already put-out so how hard could putting-up be?

He snuck a glance at Jim. He was relaxed back on his elbows, the strong planes of his face turned to the weakening sun, and his legs splayed every which way. Saul often wondered if he'd ever be as comfortable with his own body as it seemed everyone else was with theirs. The memories of being teased and taunted as a teenager, the fat-shaming and gay cruelties, were still fresh in his mind even after more than ten years and a significant change in his body.

He wasn't that chubby kid anymore, but at times, he still saw only that guy in the mirror, could only feel the knots inside that bullied teenager when he was interested in someone. And he was really interested in Jim. In reality, he had nothing to lose by expressing himself, but fear tended to twist a vise around his heart when he was reaching deep for courage. Much as the way it was crushing him right then.

"You…um…" His voice trailed off while he flattened his palms in the sand, searching for a something to ground him so he could get through a few simple words. "I was thinking maybe we could…I don't know, grab something to eat after. You know if you're into that. Not that I'm pushing for another date—shit, that's not the right word either."

The sand sifted through his fingers as a thread of anxiety pressed against nerves, twining around his heart and sending heat to his cheeks.


"Yeah." The reply was more automatic than realized. He didn't dare look at Jim, didn't want to see the pity or disgust playing on his face, foreshadowing what Jim had to say.

"You know I asked you out in the first place, right?" Jim's tone was even but light, yet Saul couldn't detect amusement in his voice. He struggled with an answer that wasn't awkward or silly, but Jim beat him to the punch. "Because I like you. I'm not sure what happened between last night and now but that hasn't changed for me."

Saul swallowed around the tension in his throat before peering up from under the brim of his hat. Jim hadn't changed positions, still long, lean, sun-kissed limbs and warm, brown eyes. "Really?"

He flinched when Jim suddenly shifted towards him, looping an arm around his shoulders and leaning in close. "Really," he said, licking his chapped lips. "And I kind of hoped you felt the same way."

"I do. Yeah. Definitely."

"Then how about kissing me to seal the deal?"

So Saul kissed him—once, twice, ten times before the sun set, then forty after a week, one hundred more after a month, ten-thousand more after a year. And if Jim ever saw that chubby kid rear his insecure head, he just held Saul tighter and kissed him more.