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Title: Moment of Silence (Moments in Time)
Author: Karen Stivali
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Anna Sikorska
Genre: Contemporary, M/M Romance
Growing up, Jason Stern led a charmed life complete with devoted sisters, a father who was one of Brooklyn’s most respected rabbis, and a mother who made the world’s best babka. He headed to NYU ready for anything—except falling for the wrong guy, coming out, and getting disowned by his once-loving family. In spite of that, Jason managed to graduate with honors. He’s got friends who treat him like family, and he’s proudly running the largest LGBTQ teen shelter in Manhattan. Life is good, but he’s still falling for the wrong men. When charming, sexy Quinn Fitzpatrick begins work at the shelter, Jason falls hard and fast. Quinn is tall, blond, funny—damn near perfect. Only if Quinn’s gay, even he doesn’t seem to know it. If he does, he’s not telling anyone. And he’s about one ceremony away from becoming a Catholic priest. Long hours of work turn to long nights of talking and laughter, and Jason dares to hope this time he’s falling for the right guy. But Quinn’s got a past to deal with and major decisions to make about his future. When Quinn leaves for a silent retreat, Jason knows the silence may change everything.
10 Things you PROBABLY didn’t know about Karen Stivali
I modified the name of this post to Ten Things You PROBABLY Don’t Know About me because the truth is if you follow me on Twitter and read all my blog posts, you may have actually seen me mention some of these things because, well, I’m pretty damned chatty. But it’s likely that even the most attentive stalker, err… I mean follower, would not know all of these things.
- I was a blonde until I was two years old, then a redhead until I was four, then my hair turned dark brown and still is—I’m not even graying yet. (Good genes. My Italian grandmother and her siblings didn’t gray until their 70s and even then it was only the salt and pepper variety.)
- I’ve never had Mountain Dew. (I’m not a picky eater but I just can’t get past the color.)
- I’ve never seen The Matrix. (Which is weird as I’m an avid movie watcher and I actually really like Keanu Reeves.)
- One of my college roommates dated a guy who’s now a well-known comedian and I used to hear them having sex all the time. (No, I won’t say who. Yes, you’d know who he was if I did.)
- I took piano lessons for well over a decade and used to play competitively but I hated performing and haven’t played with another person within earshot in years. (Still traumatized from pre-performance anxiety.)
- Until I was in my mid-20s I used to read the last page of a book before I read the book because I had to know how it ended. (I’d never do that now but I do often write the ending of my own books before I write the rest.)
- I was raised in a half Jewish half Catholic household, I’ve never been baptized or Bat Mitzvahed, and I was married to a non-practicing Protestant man by a Presbyterian minister, in an Episcopal church, in a ceremony in which a Hindu poem was recited and a glass was stomped on by my brand new husband at the end of the ceremony at which point 1/3 of the people sitting in the church pews yelled “Mazel tov!” (This explains a lot about why I wrote MOMENT OF SILENCE.)
- Every single one of my books contains a secret line of dialogue that is a shout-out to one of my favorite movies. (I love when readers spot those lines and ask me about them!)
- I have a lot food allergies, so if you ever want to kill me (or make me really ill) slip me wine, shellfish, onions or corn then pretend you didn’t read this blog post. (It’s extra sucky to have food allergies because lots of the things I’m allergic to were among my favorite foods.)
- I’m very superstitious. Never ever stand behind me while I’m cooking or baking, because if I use salt it’s guaranteed I’ll toss some over my shoulder. (You’ve been warned.)
Quinn’s lips were back on mine before I could even process what he said.
He wants this. He wants me. He wants everything.
I whimpered. Not a small, throaty whimper. This one came from deep inside me. I wasn’t even sure it was from my body. My entire being needed to be with him in this moment. And not on the couch.
Pulling away took monumental effort, but I managed, keeping my hand on his neck, unable to stop touching him. “My room?”
Words were apparently no more at the ready for him than they were for me. He simply stood and hauled me up with him. I don’t remember ever crossing the apartment that urgently. He followed close behind, and as soon as we were safely inside my room, he closed my door and pushed me up against it. His breath came in warm, rapid puffs, his body inches from mine, hands on my shoulders, smoothing up to my neck, as if he wanted to make sure I was really there. I wasn’t going anywhere. And as far as I was concerned, he could touch me any way and anywhere he wanted.
He stepped closer, closing the gap between us until only a breath of air separated us. I shivered with need, not wanting to do anything to scare him off but wanting as much of us touching as possible. I craved the connection, the heat, the friction—everything I knew was within our reach if he’d let it happen.
His strong fingers eased up my neck, leaving my skin tingling in their wake. He cupped my face, stroking his thumbs against my cheeks. The room was so quiet, I could hear the brush of my stubble against his skin. Killing me. Fucking killing me. “Kiss me.”
It came out like a plea, and Quinn’s lips twitched into a smile as he tortured me one last second before giving in.
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About the Author
Karen Stivali is a prolific writer, compulsive baker and chocoholic with a penchant for books, movies, and fictional British men. She’s also the multiple award-winning author of contemporary and erotic romances. She writes novels about love…like real life, only hotter.
Karen’s lifelong fascination with people has led her to careers ranging from hand-drawn animator, to party planner, to marriage and family counselor, but writing has always been her passion. Karen enjoys nothing more than following her characters on their journey toward love. Whether the couples are m/f or m/m, it’s guaranteed that Karen’s novels are filled with food, friendship, love, and smoking hot sex—all the best things in life.
When Karen isn’t writing (and often when she is), she can be found on Twitter attempting witty banter and detailing the antics of her fruit-loving cat, BadKitteh. She loves to hear from readers (and other writers), so don’t hesitate to contact/follow/like her at: [insert contact info here]
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Facebook Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/KarenStivaliAuthor?ref=aymt_homepage_panel
I have a number of paperbacks, most of which are signed, to giveaway. Over the between now (11 Mar 2017) and 31 Mar 2017, every comment on the blog (this post and all other new posts), will be entered to win 1 of these paperbacks. There are also some misc swag items, so there will be a few packs of these to give away as well.
Thank you so much for your support over the last 4 years. Prism will be closing its doors on 1 April 2017. All content will remain available, but no new content will appear after 31 Mar 2017. As such all request forms have been turned off. Again Thank you,
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