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BOOK RELEASE BLITZ: LOADED by KILBY BLADES



Are you ready for some holiday cheer, romance drama, and maybe a few laughs?

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LOADED: A HOLIDAY ROMANCE BY KILBY BLADES

Series: Gilded Love, Book 4

Audio Release Date: October 19, 2021

Genre: Romantic Comedy/Holiday Romance

Narrators: Tim Paige & Nicole Lewis

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From USA Today bestselling author Kilby Blades, a holiday proposal romance...

When billionaire Marsh's octogenarian grandmother summons him home for an urgent family dinner, he dreads being force-fed every embarrassing truth about his family he's tried to forget. Never mind that Thanksgiving weekend is when he plans to propose to his girlfriend Jada, who knows nothing of his fortune, or that Marsh has hidden her away for years.


But the money may be the least of it—there's a reason why he's never brought her to Connecticut. The Brewsters are the special brand of unhinged reserved for the ultra-rich. Subjecting his woke Black girlfriend to his stuffy old-money family seems like the least-romantic way to kick off his proposal weekend. After his family's shenanigans, will Jada even say yes?

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Guest who coming to dinner. Is Jada ready for Marsh's family?


Little Snippet...


Marsh has that look in his eye—the one he gets any time he’s thinking about kissing me. Two-and-a-half hours in the Suburban without stopping is becoming a bit much. We have long since turned off of main roads and I haven’t seen other houses for at least a mile. I don’t remember Marsh ever saying that where his family lives is so remote.

When we crest a hill, Marsh’s eyes brighten in a way that makes me follow his gaze. Looming in the distance, a grand estate stands alone.

“Is that it?"


I don’t mean to sound so astonished, but…can that really be where Maw Maw lives? I am expecting something, well…smaller, like a suburban mini-mansion or a really nice house. Spotlights illuminate what looks like a small castle. I’m sure they flatter the estate, no matter the time of year, but the golds, greens, and reds that light it up today are clearly in celebration of the season.


Other illuminated buildings orbit the surrounding lands. There look to be car garages and utility buildings and guest houses and boathouses—you know, because behind the house is a huge lake. And the land beyond the lake and the buildings isn’t just land—not just dead grass on a frozen plain—it is acres and acres of mature forest.


Deciduous trees stand leafless and bare while evergreens closer to the house are decked out in small white lights. Beyond grand gates, gaslight posts line a more definitive driveway and the space just below each light has been tied with a red velvet bow.


"Nice place," I remark when he doesn’t answer.

"My grandmother has champagne tastes.”

But this is no $20 split of house sparkling—it is a Nebuchadnezzar of Taittinger. Marsh says nothing more for the moment and I have the presence of mind to let it settle. It obviously makes him uncomfortable. His voice is quiet when he finally speaks.

“Like I said before…this is my family. Not me.”

Marsh pulls the car to a crunchy stop behind another Suburban that is parked on the gravel driveway. I pull my hood up and arrange my scarf and earmuffs as he comes around to open the door. Temporarily enamored by the weather itself, I’m delighted to see my breath freeze in front of my face as he helps me climb out of the car and into the cold air. After he closes my car door, he doesn’t wait to pull me into his arms.


God, he smells good.


Even after airplanes and rental cars, Marsh still smells like him. It seems like ages ago that we’d showered together that morning, having so much fun we’d nearly missed our flight. Marsh brings the sexy times all right, but he always takes time for the romance.

“I can’t wait to get away with you,” he murmurs, touching our noses in a bunny kiss. “This time tomorrow, we’ll be in Vermont.”


“You promised me snow,” I quip softly as he brushes a stray lock of hair behind my ear. “I’m gonna hold you to that.”


I like the way his lips always melt into a smile as his cerulean blue gaze washes over my face, how he gets his fill of drinking me in before he leans in for a kiss. Marsh is a master kisser. A championship kisser. An Olympic gold medalist in kissing. He takes his time even then, in the frigid cold, with a brisk wind stinging our faces, to devour my mouth deeply and right.



 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR


Kilby Blades is a USA Today best-selling author of Romance and Women’s Fiction. Her debut novel, Snapdragon, was a HOLT Medallion finalist and a Publisher’s Weekly BookLife Prize Semi-Finalist; her recent novel, The Secret Ingredient was a finalist in the RWA Vivian Contest. She has been lauded by critics for “easing feminism and equality into her novels” (IndieReader) and “writing characters who complement each other like a fine wine does a good meal” (Publisher’s Weekly). Kilby is a feminist, an oenophile, a cinephile, a social-justice fighter, and above all else, a glutton for a good story.



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