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At First Sight by Katy Regnery

6/2/2020

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Katy Regnery has released her latet modern day fairytale, At First Sight, inspired by Aladdin.
What?! Aladdin swears AND has a boner! Now his name is Ian.
Imagine Jasmine... named Valentina.
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Excerpt from At First Sight

I don’t have any lines until scene four, so I scan the audience, my eyes landing on familiar faces: Mary Murphy, mother of pizza-faced Jack, sits in the middle of the third row like she’s the bloody queen of Éire. Behind her is Horatio Doyle, an up-and-comer in Murphy-Doyle, with a few of his lads flanking him. Two rows behind them, I can make out the dark, beady eyes of my cousin, Jarlath Keegan.
It was Jarlath what first got me and my little brother running with the Keegans, promising us hot dinners while me mam was high as a kite. She was chewed up and spit out by my twelfth birthday, and Jarlath—ten years older than me—ended up taking in me and nine-year-old Albie. He used to beat us on the regular too, but over the last three years, I got bigger and started fighting back. I know he still gets a punch in on Albie from time-to-time, but not if I’m around. He don’t dare hit the kid in front of me. I’m a mean, whatever-it-takes, street-rat style fighter, just like he taught me to be. And what I lack in muscle-tone I make up for in grit. I don’t stop hitting until my enemy is down.
We lock eyes for a second, my cousin and me, with him putting a tattooed arm around my brother’s scrawny shoulders just to rattle me. Albie don’t notice. He’s focused on the action up on stage. I narrow my eyes, warning to my cousin to leave Albie the fuck alone, and he smirks at me with a lazy wink on his ugly gob. I fucking hate him, I do.
Skimming my eyes away, I look for…for…
Her.
Fuck me.
Her.
I barely notice that my fingers are curling into fists, but they are, and while they’re at it, my heart speeds up, galloping like a pony at the track. The muscles in my chest flex and harden as I breathe deep and hold it.
Ka-dum. Ka-dum. Ka-dum. Ka-dum. 
I step away from the cardboard tree, straightening up a little and focusing my eyes on the white-blonde of her hair—on the way the stream of a spotlight from the back of the theater tosses a halo over her head. 
A halo.
Like she’s a fucking angel. Like she’s legendary. Like she’s not even real.
Princess.
There’s no mistaking who she is or what she is—it’s clear in the way she holds herself, sitting in a rickety velvet seat that’s seen better days: back straight, neck long, little chin tilted up, and wide, dark eyes fixed on the stage. 
Princess.
My head tilts to the left and my face falls slack as I stare at her, eyes like fucking lasers, riveted on her beautiful face.
I’m sure her skin is a regular pinkish color up close, but from here, with that glaring spotlight and from a bit of a distance, she’s almost otherworldly. Her crisp white shirt is open at the neck and a string of pearls hug the base of her throat. Her light hair falls behind her shoulders in white waves, and tiny white sparkles in her ear lobes draw my eyes. I imagine the softness of that skin against my lips, compressed between my teeth. My filthy mouth waters as I slide my gaze to hers.
Full and soft, her lips are high-tone glossy in the light that streams over her head. A mental image of them wrapped around my cock makes my balls tighten. 
Make no mistake: I ain’t lonely. I get it on the regular when I want it, and mostly with who I choose, but suddenly I feel like a green kid who’s never fucked.
That’s about when I realize I’m wearing tight jeans.
On a stage.
In front of the whole of Limerick.
I tear my eyes away from her and stare down, expecting to see my cock rising like the River Shannon in high tide.
Sheep. Tea. Rugby. Cricket. Limey bastards. The Queen of bloody England with her thousand-year-old cunt.
I purse my lips together and breathe slowly through my nose, thinking of everything I hate, trying to get that beautiful fucking image out of my head before I’m sporting an on-stage boner. And thank the good Lord above for small mercies, but I feel my blood recede before the audience notices my struggle, except…
Except when I glance up again, she’s looking at me. Right at me.
Her.
Princess.
Seemingly aware of my struggle, and definitely amused, she fights not to smile as she lowers her gaze to my cock for a long second, then skims it back up my body to nab my eyes again.
Brazen as fuck she is!
Locked with hers, I feel my own eyes widen with disapproval as hers sparkle with laughter.


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MORE ABOUT AT FIRST SIGHT
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I fell in love with her the first moment I saw her.
That’s the truth.
Does it sound corny?
Maybe.
Superficial?
Probably.
Impossible?
Yeah. Yeah. Okay. I know.
The thing is?
I don’t really care what you lot think.
I know what I know.
Love at first sight is possible.
I’m positive because I’ve lived it.

I am Ian Ladd,
a street rat from the back alleys of Limerick.

She is Valentina Yasmina De’Medici,
Her Serene Highness.

This is our story.

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Released TODAY!
Get your copy of AT FIRST SIGHT
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Meet Author Katy Regnery

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Katy Regnery started her writing career by enrolling in a short story class in January 2012. One year later, she signed her first contract, and Katy’s first novel was published in September 2013. 
Several dozen books and three RITA® nominations later, Katy claims authorship of the multititled Blueberry Lane series, the A Modern Fairytale collection, the Summerhaven series, the Odds Are Good collection, the Arranged duo, and several other stand-alone romances, including the critically- acclaimed mainstream fiction novel Unloved, a love story.
Katy’s books are available in English, French, German, Hebrew, Italian, Polish, Portuguese, and Turkish.

Follow Katy on Amazon

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NEW FAIRY-TALE ROMANCE from Katy Regnery: Fragments of Ash

10/7/2018

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Katy Regnery's newest retelling of Cinderella will bring magic to your next read.  Fragments of Ash may be just the fairytale romance to bring
​ prince charming back into your life!!
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MORE ABOUT FRAGMENTS OF ASH

My name is Ashley Ellis…

I was thirteen years old when my mother – retired supermodel, Tig – married Mosier Răumann, who was twice her age and the head of the Răumann crime family.

When I turned eighteen, my mother mysteriously died. Only then did I discover the dark plans my stepfather had in store for me all along; the debauched “work” he expected me to do.

With the help of my godfather, Gus, I have escaped from Mosier’s clutches, but his twin sons and henchmen have been tasked with hunting me down. And they will stop at nothing to return my virgin body to their father

…dead or alive.

NOW AVAILABLE
Grab your copy TODAY!


Amazon US | Amazon UK 

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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Katy Regnery started her writing career by enrolling in a short story class in January 2012. One year later, she signed her first contract, and Katy’s first novel was published in September 2013.

Forty books later, Katy claims authorship of the multititled New York Times and USA Today bestselling Blueberry Lane Series, which follows the English, Winslow, Rousseau, Story, and Ambler families of Philadelphia; the six-book, bestselling ~a modern fairytale~ series; and several other stand-alone novels and novellas, including the critically-acclaimed, 2018 RITA© nominated, USA Today bestselling contemporary romance, Unloved, a love story.

Katy’s first modern fairytale romance, The Vixen and the Vet, was nominated for a RITA® in 2015 and won the 2015 Kindle Book Award for romance. Katy’s boxed set, The English Brothers Boxed Set, Books #1–4, hit the USA Today bestseller list in 2015, and her Christmas story, Marrying Mr. English, appeared on the list a week later. In May 2016, Katy’s Blueberry Lane collection, The Winslow Brothers Boxed Set, Books #1–4, became a New York Times e-book bestseller.

Katy’s books are available in English, French, German, Italian, Portuguese and Turkish.

Katy lives in the relative wilds of northern Fairfield County, Connecticut, where her writing room looks out at the woods, and her husband, two young children, two dogs, and one Blue Tonkinese kitten create just enough cheerful chaos to remind her that the very best love stories begin at home.

Sign up for Katy’s newsletter today: www.katyregnery.com!


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Get thrilled with Katy Regnery's Unloved:  A Love story.

10/9/2017

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Meet Cassidy Parker in a sneak peek of Unloved, a psychological suspense romance by Katy Regnery.  NOW LIVE!!

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I exist between heaven and hell: falling for a woman who wants to love me, while all along reminding myself that I must remain . . .
Unloved.

SNEAK PEEK

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He leans forward and presses the Play button on the cassette player. Suddenly, the 20th Century Fox logo unfreezes as 90s-style, synthesizer music accompanies a voice-over about the 1932 World Series and Babe Ruth “calling his shot.” 
I’ve watched this movie a few times in my life—along with Rudy and Miracle, it’s one of my father’s all-time favorites, and without a son with whom to watch his beloved sports movies, the job fell to me. Truth told? I loved a rainy afternoon watching movies with my Dad, and I relax into Cassidy’s couch as the movie flashes back to the 1960s, showing a neighborhood baseball scene on the small screen.
I’m so into the movie for the first fifteen or twenty minutes, in fact, taking handfuls of popcorn on auto-pilot, that when my hand brushes against Cassidy’s in the bowl, I’m jolted back to the reality of where I am…and with whom.
My heart flutters as I yank my hand away. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay,” he says, and when I glance over at him, his lips are trembling in the bluish TV-glow, like maybe he’s trying not to laugh.
“What?” 
“Are you nervous?”
“A little,” I admit.
He gives me side eyes. “Which one of us has never been on a date to the movies? You or me?”
“Don’t overestimate me,” I say. “This all feels pretty new to me right about now.”
“Good,” he says, picking up the bowl and putting it on his left side so there’s nothing between us anymore. “Because I have no idea what I’m doing.” He slides next to me until our hips are flush. “I’ve seen the yawn-slash-arm-around-the-shoulder move in other movies, you know. I guess I could give it a try.”
“Unless you’re actually tired,” I say, grinning up at him, “you can skip the yawn.”
On one hand, I’m accustomed to him touching me. I mean, Cassidy and I have already been physically intimate to a certain degree. He carried me on his back. He’s undressed me, bathed me, stitched me, and slept beside me…but this is different and we both know it. This is deliberate. Any time we touch each other from now isn’t about caregiving or comfort…it’s about want. It’s about need. It’s about sex.
So when he raises his arm and settles it around my shoulders? My breath hitches. 
And as the warm, heavy weight of his palm lands on my shoulder, I am so turned on, suddenly I wish we weren’t at the beginning of the movie. Damn it, but I wish we were at the end. He squeezes just a little, pulling me closer, and I shift left on the nubby brown couch so that I’m leaning against him. I draw my feet up onto the cushion and put my head on his chest, just below his shoulder. When I glance up at him, he’s completely focused on the movie, so I look back at the small screen, forcing myself to calm down and concentrate on the movie.
And little by little, I do, until my heart’s beating normally, and my attention is focused on the story of a little boy who moves to a new neighborhood and makes friends playing baseball. 
Well, until the pool scene.
As I realize what’s coming, I’m hyper-aware of Cassidy sitting beside me. 
We’re about to watch the scene when one of the boys fakes drowning so that the lifeguard he’s crushing on will give him CPR and he can steal his first kiss.
“I love this part,” he says, reaching for the popcorn bowl and offering it to me.
“No, thanks,” I whisper, staring at the TV, my entire body on high-alert.
“Do you remember your first kiss?”
I nod. “Of course.”
“When was it?”
“I was fourteen. He walked me home after a track meet.”
“And kissed you.”
I realize that Cassidy’s staring at me, his gaze searing as I continue to watch the movie. 
“Mm-hm.”
“They say you never forget your first kiss.”
“You don’t,” I murmur.
My skin is flushing everywhere and I can’t hear the movie anymore. I can’t concentrate on it. I can’t concentrate on anything except for Cassidy beside me and what’s about to happen between us.
“Brynn,” he says. “Look at me.”
I do.
“I’m calling my shot,” he tells me, lowering his lips to mine.

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MORE ABOUT UNLOVED 

My name is Cassidy Porter . . . 
My father, Paul Isaac Porter, was executed twenty years ago for the brutal murder of twelve innocent girls.
Though I was only eight-years-old at the time, I am aware – every day of my life – that I am his child, his only son.
To protect the world from the poison in my veins, I live a quiet life, off the grid, away from humanity.
I promised myself, and my mother, not to infect innocent lives with the darkness that swirls within me, waiting to make itself known.
It’s a promise I would have kept . . . if Brynn Cadogan hadn’t stumbled into my life.
Now I exist between heaven and hell: falling for a woman who wants to love me, while all along reminding myself that I must remain . . .
Unloved.

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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Katy Regnery started her writing career by enrolling in a short story class in January 2012. One year later, she signed her first contract and Katy’s first novel was published in September 2013.

Thirty books later, Katy claims authorship of the multi-titled, New York Times and USA Today Blueberry Lane Series, which follows the English, Winslow, Rousseau, Story, and Ambler families of Philadelphia; the six-book, bestselling ~a modern fairytale~ series; and several other standalone novels and novellas.

Katy’s first modern fairytale romance, The Vixen and the Vet, was nominated for a RITA® in 2015 and won the 2015 Kindle Book Award for romance. Katy’s boxed set, The English Brothers Boxed Set, Books #1–4, hit the USA Today bestseller list in 2015, and her Christmas story, Marrying Mr. English, appeared on the list a week later. In May 2016, Katy’s Blueberry Lane collection, The Winslow Brothers Boxed Set, Books #1-4, became a New York Times E-book bestseller.

Katy lives in the relative wilds of northern Fairfield County, Connecticut, where her writing room looks out at the woods, and her husband, two children, two dogs, and one Blue Tonkinese cat create just enough cheerful chaos to remind her that the very best love stories begin at home.

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