Sunday Brunch + ARC Giveaway + Excerpt: Kennedy Ryan

by Kennedy Ryan
Also by this author: Still


Happy Sunday! Today we are chatting with the fabulous Kennedy Ryan and taking a peak at her upcoming release My Soul To Keep, scroll down for an excerpt and an ARC giveaway!


If people were thrown in jail for bad habits, what would be your crime?

Staying up too late! I barely sleep. I’m like a vampiric early bird.


If you had a superpower, what would it be?

I’d have a wonder twin power. Like form of…an ice pick! And then you’d always have a super friend! (You can tell I’m an extrovert! LOL!)


What would your superhero name be?



If you were a stalker, would you be good at it?

I’d suck balls at stalking. I’d giggle every time I was within stalking distance of my prey. I’d be all…this is SO cool!


You are forced into karaoke – what song do you sing?

I’m Walking On Sunshine by Katrina And The Waves


You are an alien, with your own spaceship – who do you abduct?

My husband because he’s the best. He’d know when I wanted to talk and when to leave me alone!


Chunky or Creamy

Creamy. I should not be forced to choose.


Godzilla or King Kong

If I say King Kong am I Naomi Watts? King Kong.


Who is your favorite Disney princess?

I’m gonna go with Pocahontas. People forget her!


We come to your house for dinner, what are we eating?

If you tell me we’ll both know! LOL! Hubby asks me the same thing every night and I’m generally this unprepared.


Pick two celebrities to be your parents.

Audrey Hepburn, b/c I’m obsessed with her for obvious reasons. And Sidney Poitier, for less obvious, but still valid, reasons. He’s awesome!



my soul to keep

It seems the things worth keeping are often the hardest to hold…


I had two things in life that mattered. My mother and my music.
Mama was taken from me too soon, and now music is all I have left. It’s the thing that’s pushed me right out of backwoods Georgia into Los Angeles, where the line between fantasy and reality shimmers and blurs. I’m finally making my way, making my mark. I can’t afford to fall for one of music’s brightest stars. Not now. Music is all I have left, and I’m holding on tight with both hands. I won’t let go, not even for Rhyson Gray.


I had one thing in my life that mattered – music. The only constant, it’s taken me to heights most people only dream about; a gift dropped in my lap at birth. I thought it was enough. I thought it was everything until I met Kai. Now she’s all I think about, like a song I can’t get out of my head. If I have to chase her, if I have to give up everything – I will. And once she’s mine, I won’t let go.





My Soul to Keep
Copyright (c) Kennedy Ryan, 2015


Each person has their solo moment to show off what they can do before passing it off to the next person. Dub is fantastic. His body is as much an instrument as my piano, and he plays it with confidence. He commands everyone’s attention with the fluidity of every movement. Popping his shoulders, rolling his body, every motion purposeful but effortless.
And then it’s Kai’s turn. I’m nervous for her. I’ve seen her teach her dance class, and I can tell she’s good, but this guy, these dancers, are on another level. I hope she can hold her own.
As soon as she starts moving, my jaw hangs open. I knew she was talented, but I had no idea how little I had seen. Not only is she holding her own, but she is more magnetic than Dub ever could be. She spins, dark hair swinging out behind her. She drops to her haunches, rolling her hips back and forth, and then pops upright, arms extended over her head, eyes closed, head rolled back. She loses herself in the sensual pull of the music, and she’s making love to the beat. Thrusting, grinding, her body rolling, finding the pulse embedded in the lyrics.
My dick is like a lead pipe under this table. I want her to the point of physical pain. There is only one release for this, and that’s having Kai spread beneath me, her body the harbor I sink into. Unrestricted access to all that sweetness. I want to tear the roof off this place because she won’t give herself to me. I feel Jimmi’s eyes on me, watching me watching Kai, but I can’t help it. And even though I know the longer I watch Kai, the more Jimmi will hate her, I can’t look away.
Dub steps into Kai’s space, and her eyes open slowly like she expected him, like she lured him. He cradles her hips with his hands and pulls her into his body. Kai doesn’t miss a beat, but twists until her back presses into his chest. She rolls her hips into his before spinning away, teasing him over her shoulder, her eyes holding him captive. He chases her, grabs her, lifts her. She wraps her legs around his waist and falls back until her hair brushes the floor. She snaps herself back up, pressing their chests together, and then she slides down his body like honey, coating him with her arms and legs before sliding away again. It’s like their bodies know exactly what to do. Instinct, talent, and elegant athleticism spark a connection between their bodies that has everyone around them cheering and high-fiving and clapping.
When the song ends, that confident sensuality Kai wore like skin during the music, falls away. I think I just witnessed the alter ego she told me shows up when she performs. She leaves the center of the circle, and I know her well enough to see self-consciousness settle around her shoulders. She laughs up at Dub, but it’s not reckless and free like moments before. I know that feeling. True freedom is only really found in those moments where you’re unleashed into your purpose. Something comes alive in me that lays dormant when I’m not making music. I will never shine brighter than I do behind a piano or a microphone.
The stage is my galaxy. It’s Kai’s too, and she’s destined to be a shooting star. My days of having her to myself are numbered, but I’m okay with that. I want that for her. I’ll share her with the rest of the world, but if I didn’t know before, I know now. I want to see her soar. Hell, I’m determined to help her soar higher than she ever imagined, if she’ll let me, but when she comes down, I want her to land with me.


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About Kennedy Ryan

Kennedy Ryan grew up in North Carolina, but loves living in Atlanta with her husband (tall – check, dark – check – handsome – check), and her handful of a son. Though she knew, like writers often do, that she was supposed to tell stories, the road to fulfillment has been paved with “some of everything” jobs that kept her family eating and living indoors. With her degree in Journalism from the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill (Go Tar Heels!), she has focused on writing for non-profit organizations and even doing some non-fiction ghost writing. Only in the last few years did she start telling stories again.

In addition to being a devoted wife and mom, she’s also passionate about serving families living with Autism. Her son was diagnosed with Autism at the age of two, and she has made it her mission to help as many families as possible find the resources and services they need.

I am just as passionate about the REAL LIFE stories I tell as I am about the worlds I build in fiction. Some of these use my given TINA DULA and some are written under my pseudonym KENNEDY RYAN.

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