Release Blitz for Beneath His Stars by Amie Knight!

Beneath His Stars, the first in the Stars Duet, an all-new emotional and romantic duet from Amie Knight is LIVE! 

Title: Beneath His Stars

Series: The Stars Duet #1

Author: Amie Knight 

Genre: Romantic Suspense  

Release Date: November 1, 2018

I met Adam Nova under the twinkling lights of a nighttime sky. He was hiding, but that gorgeous boy didn’t belong in the dark. Nevertheless it was where he lived, a different world than mine.

I was Livingston Montgomery, Southern debutante. With the world at my fingertips, I was well on my way to being another spoiled socialite. But I didn’t want money. 

I didn’t want social status. I wanted him; tattoos, sarcastic smirk, bad boy reputation and all. It didn’t matter that he was from the wrong side of the tracks. It didn’t matter that my family forbade me from seeing him. I just wanted to be Beneath His Stars.

Blog Tour - A Steel Heart by Amie Knight!

A Steel Heart, an all-new sexy and emotional standalone from Amie Knight is LIVE!

Title: A Steel Heart      

Author: Amie Knight      

Genre:  Contemporary Romance

Release Date: November 9, 2017

Five seconds. 

A deafening blast. Pain. Silence. That was all it took for an IED to end my life as I knew it. The man I was shattered in a hard wave of sound and debris that rained down on me like death itself. 

And six months later, after waking up to an inescapable hell, I found myself wishing that death had found me. 

Until her. 

Miranda Jacobs swept into my life like a cool breeze on a smoldering day. With her smart mouth and her ridiculous jokes, she brought me back to life one minute at a time. 

Turned out time wasn’t on our side. 

Five seconds.Screams. Twisted metal. Silence. And I’d lost it all again—only this time, I had no one to blame but myself.

What are you doing today? my friend Ainsley asked through the cell phone that was pressed to my ear with my shoulder. My hands were busy holding open a piece of the blinds so I could look out the front window. 

I gave her a distracted answer. You know, the usual. Edits and whatnot. I tilted my head to the side to get a better view out the window and almost dropped the phone. Holy hotness. Why do you sound like that? Like what? Distracted. 

Ainsley sucked in a breath. Oh my God. It’s nine a.m. Are you neighbor stalking again? I snapped the blinds closed and backed away from the window. No. Of course not. Why would I do that?  

You told me you weren’t going to do that anymore. I thought we’d already established I was a liar. I stepped back toward the window because I couldn’t help myself, obviously a glutton for freaking punishment.  

But this was the only time of day I saw him besides when he left in his big, black truck at three in the afternoon on the dot, and I didn’t want to miss a thing. I cradled the phone with my shoulder again, pushed the blinds apart with my hands, and pressed my face to the windowpane like the creepy stalker I was. 

And there he was. Every gorgeous inch of him. He walked toward my building from across the busy downtown street like a tall glass of water on a hot day. All swagger and supreme male beauty. The kind of beauty that made a girl’s breath catch and heart pitter-patter. 

He pushed his dark hair off his tan forehead and the big muscles in his arms bunched. Goosebumps broke out on my skin and I may have whispered, Christ on a cracker. I didn’t know his name, but I knew his schedule like the back of my hand. 

That wasn’t weird at all. You’re a terrible liar. She giggled. What’s he wearing today? I barely heard Ainsley. Every morning when I watched this man walk down the street and toward our building, it was like just he and I existed. Slow motion. 

Our own sexy theme music. Nameless, ridiculously hot man and Miranda. He didn’t know it, but there was a world of our own and it was the absolute best part of my day. Sunglasses. White, tight, sleeveless T-shirt. Black running pants with three white stripes down the sides. Black tennis shoes, I said breathlessly into the phone. 

I left out all the good bits. Like the scowl he was wearing. It was perpetual. I’d never seen the man smile in the month he’d been living next door to me and for some reason that made me all the hotter for him. He owned that scowl. He freaking rocked it.  

His jaw was square and clean-shaven. His mouth flat. He was a giant of a man. Well over six feet. His chest was wide, his arms thick and imposing. Dog tags jangled from a silver necklace around his neck, letting me know he was military of some sort.  

 I’d never seen his eyes, but I knew they were going to be stunning. Everything about him was. Not even the slight limp in his gait as he made his way across the street took away from his godlike beauty. I could’ve eaten him with a spoon. 

Amie Knight has been a reader for as long as she could remember and a romance lover since she could get her hands on her momma's books. A dedicated wife and mother with a love of music and makeup, she won’t ever be seen leaving the house without her eyebrows and eyelashes done just right. 

When she isn't reading and writing, you can catch her jamming out in the car with her two kids to '90s R&B, country, and showtunes. Amie draws inspiration from her childhood in Columbia, South Carolina, and can't imagine living anywhere other than the South.

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Blog Tour - The Line by Amie Knight!

The Line, an all-new standalone from Amie Knight is available now!

Title: The Line 

Author: Amie Knight         

Genre: Contemporary Romance 

Release Date: May 23, 2017

Synopsis

I was a thief. 

The invisible girl only he could see. The woman who wanted to be more. 

He was the mark.  

The extraordinary cowboy who stole my sixteen-year-old heart.  The damaged man who still owned it, even four years later.

The Line was where we began. 

Where fates collided. Where truths derailed. The place where our love story ends.

Excerpt

How could it be so damn hot at seven in the morning? I wasn't sure, but it was. Even in a thin tank, cut-off shorts, and my boots, I was melting. I stood at the top of a ladder Cole had placed against a tree so that we could reach the peaches up top. 

I used the rubber band on my wrist and tied my hair into a knot at the top of my head, hoping that it helped. Cole climbed up behind me on the ladder and stood a couple of rungs below, but still, he towered over my small frame. Okay, he asked. Yep, I answered, even though I wasn't okay. 

He was so close, and that familiar earthy, smoke smell I loved almost as much as rocky road invaded my senses. Good. He looked at the peaches. Alrighty. You see the ones that have that pink color? 

He motioned to a cluster of fruit in front of us. I nodded, trying not to breathe in too much. Because Jesus, he smelled delicious. Those look ripe and done. The paler ones behind them don’t look ready yet. I nodded again, and Cole grabbed my hand.  

He pressed his fingers in, wrapping both of our hands around a peach. He pushed the tips of his fingers into mine at the top of the fruit, near the stem. Feel the give, how it feels soft there? 

I squeezed my fingers around the stem again without his help and said, Yep. Feels softer there. He smiled down at me. Good. That’s also a sign it’s ripe for picking. But be gentle. They bruise easily. 

Cole’s front pressed closer to my back, and I shivered. The way Cole taught me to do things here was pure torture. It was also outright ecstasy. I lived for these moments as much as I loathed them.  

Because the man was a damn tease. He’d sent me back to the big house a sweaty, panting mess more times than I could count, my panties drenched. He gently squeezed our hands around the peach and twisted and pulled. 

The peach came free, my tiny hand gripped it and his big, rough hand wrapped around mine. He brought our hands to my face and pressed the peach closer to my nose. How does it smell he asked in my ear. 

I wanted to say, I don't know. I can’t smell a damn thing but your smoke and leather, and I don't want to. Instead, I closed my eyes. I pressed my nose right up against the peach and concentrated on the smell.  

Sweet, I said, my eyes still closed. Our hands moved, and I felt the peach at my lips. My heart hammered and fire raced across my skin, and it had absolutely nothing to do with the weather.  

Cole positioned himself even closer, and it seemed, in that moment, that every breath he took sucked up every bit of air in the atmosphere. My own breath quickened, and a growl rumbled low in Cole’s chest.  

Taste it, he whispered in my ear, his lips so close that I was sure he could taste me on them. I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around the fruit, the fuzzy skin tickling my lips. I bit down, and that rumble I heard from Cole made an appearance again.  

I moaned as I pressed my teeth to the fruit, the juicy sweetness of the peach sliding over my tongue. So good, I groaned as Cole pulled our hands and the peach back. A little juice rolled down my chin and I attempted to lift my free hand to wipe it. 

I got it, Cole said, brushing his hand over my chin, slowly picking the juice up with his finger, and ever-so-Goddamn-enticingly placing his finger in his mouth before sucking it clean like it was the best thing he’d ever put in his mouth. 

Delicious, he said, his hooded eyes on mine as he popped his finger out of his mouth. And fuck me. I swayed on that ladder, my own eyes closing as I willed my cowboy to kiss me with every breath I took. 

I made myself only will this about once a day, so I thought I was doing pretty good. He brought our hands holding the peach to his mouth. He wrapped his mouth around it, his lips brushing my fingers, and I felt it deep in my core.  

I pressed my thighs together and swallowed a moan. Perfect, he said, staring into my eyes. He held my gaze for a moment more before shaking his head and letting my hand, which was still clasped around the peach, go. 

Then he stepped off the ladder like he hadn't just made sweet, sweet love to that peach with his mouth right here in front of me. 

I watched him walk off to another tree, place a ladder against it, and climb up like nothing in the world had happened. I kicked the rung of the ladder and turned back to the tree. Damn peach molester. 

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Amie Knight has been a reader for as long as she could remember and a romance lover since she could get her hands on her momma's books. 

A dedicated wife and mother with a love of music and makeup, she won’t ever be seen leaving the house without her eyebrows and eyelashes done just right. 

When she isn't reading and writing, you can catch her jamming out in the car with her two kids to '90s R&B, country, and showtunes. Amie draws inspiration from her childhood in Columbia, South Carolina, and can't imagine living anywhere other than the South.

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