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Cover Reveal Accepted Fate by Charisse Reid



 Title: Accepted Fate (Fate #1)
Author: Charisse Reid
Release: February 2014


Synopsis:

What do you do when everything you had planned out for yourself gets changed in one summer? Do you embrace the new or fight to keep things the same? 

For seventeen year old Kinzleigh everything was going just as she always planned. She had great friends, went to a school she loved, and always knew she was destined for greatness. One step already completed towards acquiring the job she has forever dreamed of, a pro football cheerleader. Nothing and no one was going to stand in her way, especially not love. What she doesn't expect is for her parents to suddenly change everything and send her spiraling into a life she didn't want for herself, especially after meeting one blue eyed boy she can't stop dreaming about. Her life is changing at every turn. She is learning that sometimes life has different plans than our own. When she finally accepts the hand fate has dealt, everything is ripped from her once again. 

Can she accept the ugly fate that was chosen for her or will she fight to once again accept it.

Excerpt:

I finally reach the end and sit, placing my legs over the side, but because
of my height they do not reach the water. The night begins to replay through my
thoughts. I can't believe everything I've worked so hard for is crashing down
around me. Being squad captain of one of the top 5 squads in the country
guaranteed me a spot on almost any college in the country. Even if this Hicksville
town, Mississippi has a cheer leading squad, will they even have room for
another cheerleader? Do they even compete? Now, I'm going to have to work
harder just to get a tryout at the colleges I'm interested in.
Why would my parents just pick up and move us when I have one year of
high school left? How do they expect me to just leave everything I know behind
and start over? I have friends here, family, that has to mean something to them.
This isn't fair. Maybe I can think of a way to stay behind. I just have to. My
parents have got to understand what this will do to me. I just want to wake up
and realize this is all a dream. All I can do is stare out at the ocean, lost in
thought.
All of my emotions finally catch up to me and the tears start to fall, heavier
this time. I can't stop them anymore. I don't know what to do. Everything was
going great in my life and now the misery is about to begin. I don't even try to
wipe the tears away anymore, I just let them flow. I don't understand out of all the
states in the continental U.S., why my parents have to choose some po-dunk
town in Mississippi. I can't imagine the kind of people that reside there. After that
big hurricane, Katrina I think, they had people walking around barefooted and
missing teeth. Do they even have shopping malls and designer clothes, I wonder,
or is it full of trailer parks and cow fields. My stomach turns at the thought.
I'm not sure how long I've been sitting there, staring at the water, but my
back is beginning to hurt and I'm growing tired from crying, but the tears continue
to fall. I should just go home and go to bed, but I'm not ready to face my parents
yet. I lay back against the pier, looking into the sky. Its dark, but the sky is clear.
There is not a cloud for miles. It's beautiful glancing out at all the stars, shining
brightly. It's also a full moon tonight. A strange peacefulness begins to wash over
me, causing me to close my eyes. Clearly my mind is not in normal territory,
because I would never close my eyes late at night on a public beach. There are
too many creeps out there.
I couldn't have been laying there but what seemed like a few minutes. I
must have dozed off when, "Mind if I join you," flows through my ears in a deep,
raspy voice. My eyes pop open and a tall familiar face is standing over me,
looking down, with a smile on his face.
I begin to panic and sit up in a hurry, embarrassed. Embarrassment is a
rare trait for me and this guy has brought it out twice in one day. "I'm sorry, I don't
usually do this, it's been a bad night." I look back out at the water, gripping the
side of the pier, as if the most beautiful boy isn't standing behind me. Right then, I
can feel his breathing on the back of my neck, quickening my heart rate. In the
short time, he has managed to squat behind me, the inside of each knee resting
against my side.
He begins to whisper in my ear, "May I keep you company for a while? I'll
be quiet if that's what you need." His breath is so light, it tickles my ear. I can
barely breath, let alone speak, so I just nod. My head is fuzzy and I can't think
when he's this close.
He sits beside me and removes his shoes, placing his feet in the water. I'm
finally able to exhale the breath I've been holding. "How long have you been
here?" I turn and glance at him, to find that he's staring at me. I don't know where
this guy is from, I don't really care, but he's gorgeous. I never take an interest in a
guy, it's one of my few rules, but following rules have gotten me nowhere,
obviously. I'm not thinking clearly anyway, I guess I can break my rule and enjoy
his company for a while. He is leaving soon anyway and right now I need a
distraction from all this bad news.
He reaches out slowly, as if he's afraid I'll run away, placing his hand over
my cheek, rubbing his thumb underneath my eye, freeing it from the wetness of
the tears. Great, I have no idea what I look like right now. "I needed to clear my
head and came to the beach, I saw you standing by the water earlier, are you
okay?"
My eyes close at the warmth from his hand. I should be mad he followed
me, but I can't. I just want him near me, but no personal questions. I don't need
him to know me or what makes me tick. I don't need any complications. I open
my eyes to him staring at my lips. "Can we just exist together without trying to
obtain personal quota? Let's just enjoy casual company, two people needing
nothing from each other. Clearly you're not from here, meaning you'll be gone
soon. I'm not one of those girls that needs or wants to know everything about you
nor do I want to spill my entire life to you. We don't have to pretend with each
other, lets call this what it is. Can you do that?"
He just stares at me as if he's trying to figure me out, like I'm a book full of
secrets. He seems lost in my eyes, amused, confused, I don't know. We sit there
staring at each other as if we can't pull away. He doesn't say anything, just bites
his lip as if he's trying to answer his own question, or to make a decision. I'm
about to get up and walk away, when his other hand reaches behind my neck,
pulling me closer. His lips stop in front of mine, close enough to touch, when he
whispers, "Beautiful," and crashes his lips to mine.
His lips are so soft and full, but needy. His warm tongue slips through the
opening of my lips, requesting entry. Our tongues taste, touch, and dance
together. A moan, barely more than a whisper, escapes my lips. I run my hands
across his arms and up his neck, into the back of his hair. My heart is beating
wildly. Foreign emotions are running through my body. I have never felt this need
before, but it's as if my body needs more. Suddenly, I feel like I need to cross my
legs from the spasms down below. What is he doing to me? What does this
mean? He turns, laying me against the pier. He has one hand on my waist, the
other beside my head, holding his weight above me, like when we were at the
beach. He continues to kiss me, taking my bottom lip into his mouth, lightly
sucking. He makes a low growling sound from his throat. I'm not sure why until I
feel his need pressed against the bottom of my belly, making my eyes go wide
from surprise. Oh no, I can't go there. As if he can sense my panic, he stops. He
kisses me one last time softly and releases my lips.
He looks me in the eyes, a smile growing across his face. He brushes his
fingers through my hair, down my arm and grabs me by the hand, interlacing his
fingers with mine. "Nothing personal huh, I think I can do that." His lips brush
mine quickly before he moves back to his spot of the pier, pulling me by my hand
to sit between his legs. "I promise I'll be good for the rest of the night. I've just
wanted to do that all day."
I'm completely and utterly speechless. I have no idea what I'm doing. I
never do reckless or unplanned things like this. I have no idea who this guy is,
really, and now I'm sitting on the pier making out with him. I really need to get my
head back in the game. I always think everything through before I make a
decision. Being around him takes away my ability to process. Right now there are
so many unknowns, but what I do know is that I'm not ready for it to end just yet.

Author Bio:
 
Charisse Reid lives in the small town of Purvis, Mississippi. She is married with a
four year old daughter. She developed a love for reading through iBooks and
Kindle app, on her iPad, a year ago she never would have imagined. She loves
to escape for a while through the characters of a good romance. Any romance
will do, but she has developed a passion for indie authors. They seem to usually
develop the best stories in her opinion. Her personal favorite is Young Adult and
rocker romance. Got to love those tattooed bad boys right? She never would
have dreamed of writing until a fellow author friend mentioned she should try it
through editing a work in progress for her.

At first, she thought it was funny because editing was as close as she thought
she would get to the creative side of book writing, but then came up with a
storyline and decided to give it a shot. Now she absolutely loves to write and has
several books lined up that she cannot wait to share with the world.

Author Pic:  attached

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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-large; color: #993366;">Synopsis</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">What do you do when everything you had planned out for yourself gets changed in one summer? Do you embrace the new or fight to keep things the same? </span></p>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">For seventeen year old Kinzleigh everything was going just as she always planned. She had great friends, went to a school she loved, and always knew she was destined for greatness. One step already completed towards acquiring the job she has forever dreamed of, a pro football cheerleader. Nothing and no one was going to stand in her way, especially not love. What she doesn't expect is for her parents to suddenly change everything and send her spiraling into a life she didn't want for herself, especially after meeting one blue eyed boy she can't stop dreaming about. Her life is changing at every turn. She is learning that sometimes life has different plans than our own. When she finally accepts the hand fate has dealt, everything is ripped from her once again. </span>

<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">Can she accept the ugly fate that was chosen for her or will she fight to once again accept it.</span>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-large; color: #993366; font-family: 'Arial Black', 'Avant Garde';">•••••••••••••••••••••••••</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-large; color: #993366;">Excerpt</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">I finally reach the end and sit, placing my legs over the side, but because</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">of my height they do not reach the water. The night begins to replay through my</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">thoughts. I can't believe everything I've worked so hard for is crashing down</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">around me. Being squad captain of one of the top 5 squads in the country</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">guaranteed me a spot on almost any college in the country. Even if this Hicksville</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">town, Mississippi has a cheer leading squad, will they even have room for</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">another cheerleader? Do they even compete? Now, I'm going to have to work</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">harder just to get a tryout at the colleges I'm interested in.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">Why would my parents just pick up and move us when I have one year of</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">high school left? How do they expect me to just leave everything I know behind</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">and start over? I have friends here, family, that has to mean something to them.</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">This isn't fair. Maybe I can think of a way to stay behind. I just have to. My</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">parents have got to understand what this will do to me. I just want to wake up</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">and realize this is all a dream. All I can do is stare out at the ocean, lost in</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">thought.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">All of my emotions finally catch up to me and the tears start to fall, heavier</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">this time. I can't stop them anymore. I don't know what to do. Everything was</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">going great in my life and now the misery is about to begin. I don't even try to</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">wipe the tears away anymore, I just let them flow. I don't understand out of all the</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">states in the continental U.S., why my parents have to choose some po-dunk</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">town in Mississippi. I can't imagine the kind of people that reside there. After that</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">big hurricane, Katrina I think, they had people walking around barefooted and</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">missing teeth. Do they even have shopping malls and designer clothes, I wonder,</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">or is it full of trailer parks and cow fields. My stomach turns at the thought.</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">I'm not sure how long I've been sitting there, staring at the water, but my</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">back is beginning to hurt and I'm growing tired from crying, but the tears continue</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">to fall. I should just go home and go to bed, but I'm not ready to face my parents</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">yet. I lay back against the pier, looking into the sky. Its dark, but the sky is clear.</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">There is not a cloud for miles. It's beautiful glancing out at all the stars, shining</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">brightly. It's also a full moon tonight. A strange peacefulness begins to wash over</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">me, causing me to close my eyes. Clearly my mind is not in normal territory,</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">because I would never close my eyes late at night on a public beach. There are</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">too many creeps out there.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">I couldn't have been laying there but what seemed like a few minutes. I</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">must have dozed off when, "Mind if I join you," flows through my ears in a deep,</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">raspy voice. My eyes pop open and a tall familiar face is standing over me,</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">looking down, with a smile on his face.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">I begin to panic and sit up in a hurry, embarrassed. Embarrassment is a</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">rare trait for me and this guy has brought it out twice in one day. "I'm sorry, I don't</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">usually do this, it's been a bad night." I look back out at the water, gripping the</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">side of the pier, as if the most beautiful boy isn't standing behind me. Right then, I</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">can feel his breathing on the back of my neck, quickening my heart rate. In the</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">short time, he has managed to squat behind me, the inside of each knee resting</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">against my side.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">He begins to whisper in my ear, "May I keep you company for a while? I'll</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">be quiet if that's what you need." His breath is so light, it tickles my ear. I can</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">barely breath, let alone speak, so I just nod. My head is fuzzy and I can't think</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">when he's this close.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">He sits beside me and removes his shoes, placing his feet in the water. I'm</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">finally able to exhale the breath I've been holding. "How long have you been</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">here?" I turn and glance at him, to find that he's staring at me. I don't know where</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">this guy is from, I don't really care, but he's gorgeous. I never take an interest in a</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">guy, it's one of my few rules, but following rules have gotten me nowhere,</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">obviously. I'm not thinking clearly anyway, I guess I can break my rule and enjoy</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">his company for a while. He is leaving soon anyway and right now I need a</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">distraction from all this bad news.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">He reaches out slowly, as if he's afraid I'll run away, placing his hand over</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">my cheek, rubbing his thumb underneath my eye, freeing it from the wetness of</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">the tears. Great, I have no idea what I look like right now. "I needed to clear my</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">head and came to the beach, I saw you standing by the water earlier, are you</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">okay?"</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">My eyes close at the warmth from his hand. I should be mad he followed</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">me, but I can't. I just want him near me, but no personal questions. I don't need</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">him to know me or what makes me tick. I don't need any complications. I open</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">my eyes to him staring at my lips. "Can we just exist together without trying to</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">obtain personal quota? Let's just enjoy casual company, two people needing</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">nothing from each other. Clearly you're not from here, meaning you'll be gone</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">soon. I'm not one of those girls that needs or wants to know everything about you</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">nor do I want to spill my entire life to you. We don't have to pretend with each</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">other, lets call this what it is. Can you do that?"</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">He just stares at me as if he's trying to figure me out, like I'm a book full of</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">secrets. He seems lost in my eyes, amused, confused, I don't know. We sit there</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">staring at each other as if we can't pull away. He doesn't say anything, just bites</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">his lip as if he's trying to answer his own question, or to make a decision. I'm</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">about to get up and walk away, when his other hand reaches behind my neck,</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">pulling me closer. His lips stop in front of mine, close enough to touch, when he</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">whispers, "Beautiful," and crashes his lips to mine.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">His lips are so soft and full, but needy. His warm tongue slips through the</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">opening of my lips, requesting entry. Our tongues taste, touch, and dance</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">together. A moan, barely more than a whisper, escapes my lips. I run my hands</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">across his arms and up his neck, into the back of his hair. My heart is beating</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">wildly. Foreign emotions are running through my body. I have never felt this need</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">before, but it's as if my body needs more. Suddenly, I feel like I need to cross my</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">legs from the spasms down below. What is he doing to me? What does this</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">mean? He turns, laying me against the pier. He has one hand on my waist, the</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">other beside my head, holding his weight above me, like when we were at the</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">beach. He continues to kiss me, taking my bottom lip into his mouth, lightly</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">sucking. He makes a low growling sound from his throat. I'm not sure why until I</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">feel his need pressed against the bottom of my belly, making my eyes go wide</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">from surprise. Oh no, I can't go there. As if he can sense my panic, he stops. He</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">kisses me one last time softly and releases my lips.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">He looks me in the eyes, a smile growing across his face. He brushes his</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">fingers through my hair, down my arm and grabs me by the hand, interlacing his</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">fingers with mine. "Nothing personal huh, I think I can do that." His lips brush</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">mine quickly before he moves back to his spot of the pier, pulling me by my hand</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">to sit between his legs. "I promise I'll be good for the rest of the night. I've just</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">wanted to do that all day."</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">I'm completely and utterly speechless. I have no idea what I'm doing. I</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">never do reckless or unplanned things like this. I have no idea who this guy is,</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">really, and now I'm sitting on the pier making out with him. I really need to get my</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">head back in the game. I always think everything through before I make a</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">decision. Being around him takes away my ability to process. Right now there are</span>
<span style="font-size: large; color: #000000;">so many unknowns, but what I do know is that I'm not ready for it to end just yet.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-large; font-family: 'Arial Black', 'Avant Garde'; color: #993366;">•••••••••••••••••••••••••</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-large; color: #993366;">Meet the Author</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://swoonworthybooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/Charisse-Author-Pic.jpg"><img class="aligncenter size-thumbnail wp-image-6233" alt="Charisse Author Pic" src="http://swoonworthybooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/Charisse-Author-Pic-150x150.jpg" width="150" height="150" /></a></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong><a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Charisse-Reid-Author/247054078788028" target="_blank">Facebook</a> / <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7443394.Charisse_Reid" target="_blank">Goodreads</a></strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #000000;">Charisse Reid lives in the small town of Purvis, Mississippi. She is married with a</span>
<span style="color: #000000;">four year old daughter. She developed a love for reading through iBooks and</span>
<span style="color: #000000;">Kindle app, on her iPad, a year ago she never would have imagined. She loves</span>
<span style="color: #000000;">to escape for a while through the characters of a good romance. Any romance</span>
<span style="color: #000000;">will do, but she has developed a passion for indie authors. They seem to usually</span>
<span style="color: #000000;">develop the best stories in her opinion. Her personal favorite is Young Adult and</span>
<span style="color: #000000;">rocker romance. Got to love those tattooed bad boys right? She never would</span>
<span style="color: #000000;">have dreamed of writing until a fellow author friend mentioned she should try it</span>
<span style="color: #000000;">through editing a work in progress for her.</span>
<span style="color: #000000;">At first, she thought it was funny because editing was as close as she thought</span>
<span style="color: #000000;">she would get to the creative side of book writing, but then came up with a</span>
<span style="color: #000000;">storyline and decided to give it a shot. Now she absolutely loves to write and has</span>
<span style="color: #000000;">several books lined up that she cannot wait to share with the world.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Black', 'Avant Garde'; font-size: xx-large; color: #993366;">•••••••••••••••••••••••••</span></p>
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