RELEASE TOUR: Sunflower by Kayla Halleur (Excerpt)

RELEASE TOUR – Sunflower by Kayla Halleur

Showing up to a blind date only to find your stepbrother–your psychic stepbrother–waiting for you sounds like the start of an outrageous rom-com. How is this my reality?

Length: 104,000 words
Series: The Agency, Book One
Prior Reading: n/a
Genre: paranormal/urban fantasy romance
Tropes: Adult stepbrothers to lovers, Psychic MC, Fast burn instalove, Blind date, Irish Gaelic as a love language, Suspense and action, Protective & possessive, Greek myths re-told and re-imagined

BLURB:

Meeting Callum for the first time while being crushed under a hundred pounds of sunflowers was somewhat awkward.

Seeing him flee to the other side of the country because of what he saw in my head was downright humiliating.

I can’t help but feel like my dad should have told me ahead of time that his girlfriend and her son had psychic abilities.

Four long years later and he’s back to watch our parents finally get married, and I’m still wondering what on earth he saw in my head that day.

I never thought going on a blind date would eventually bring the answers I was looking for…

Or that it would completely turn my life upside down…

Tags:

Gratuitous use of sunflowers, really, they’re everywhere if you know where to look, Irish Gaelic as a love language, Callum thrives on being annoyingly mysterious, Joey doesn’t believe in psychics, oh wait, yes, he does, Joey steals some clothing, but really, it’s better this way, oh, look, Callum is being mysterious again, a simple blind date that doesn’t turn out quite so blind or quite so simple, the world is so much bigger than what Joey believes, sexy times are sexy, over-enthusiastic family and friends that only have the best of intentions, they swear, antagonist is a nasty piece of work and deserves everything coming his way, Callum is a really good multi-tasker, especially when he’s driving, Joey is unnerved by everything and simply prays that he doesn’t die in a fiery automobile accident, please and thank you, Greek myths re-told and re-imagined, Joey finds himself in all sorts of trouble, Callum doesn’t like that, not one bit, Joey is sassy when cornered, Callum finds Joey adorable when he’s drunk, their parents do something unexpected and it’s Callum’s turn to be incredibly unnerved by the turn of events, no, seriously, he’s convinced this will spell everyone’s impending doom

Sunflower, the first book in The Agency series, features a young college student, unwittingly dropped into a world he knows nothing about, a psychic that seems to know far more than he’s letting on, and a romance that will be treated like the myths of old in the centuries to come.

Each book in The Agency series features a different couple with their own HEA in an overarching plotline. It is recommended to read the books in order for the most enjoyment.

EXCERPT:

The blast of cold air to my cheeks made me realize I still had the freezer door open, so I grabbed the cookies and cream ice cream and wrenched the lid off as I headed for the cutlery drawer.

“Uh oh.”

I dug around in the drawer for a spoon before looking up at Bobby with a raised eyebrow. “What?”

He tilted his head and frowned at me. “You’re eating ice cream.”

I mirrored his actions. “Yeah. So?”

He narrowed his eyes, dumped the pop-tarts on the bench, and planted his hands flat on the counter. “You only eat ice cream when something’s happened. What happened?”

It was honestly really annoying that a good friend could pull this sort of bullshit when all you wanted to do was wallow in self-pity.

Bobby started moving around the kitchen, pulling out one of the family sized blocks of chocolate from the pantry and dumping it in front of me before rummaging around above the refrigerator for something.

“What are you doing?” I asked, picking up the plain block of chocolate. “I don’t need this.”

“Shut up,” he said, voice muffled while he stretched high enough to poke around the back of the shelf until he shouted a triumphant “Aha!” and pulled a half full bottle of vodka from the depths of the cupboard and plonked it with the chocolate. “Yes, you do. You’re going to take all these comfort foods”—he eyed the vodka—“and drink, and you’re going to disappear into your room and watch some porn and jerk off so much that you fall asleep from cum dehydration and limp dick exhaustion.”

I blinked at him.

He smirked and shrugged. “What? It’s a legitimate condition.”

“Pretty sure it isn’t.”

“It totally is.”

“I honestly think if I get dehydrated it will be because you’re forcing me to drink months-old cheap alcohol rather than masturbating too much.”

“But at least you’d be choking the chicken.”

“Please don’t.”

“Blowing your own horn?”

“Stop.”

“Five finger shuffle?”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” I grabbed the chocolate, ice cream, and vodka, and decided it was best for my sanity to escape to my room and lock the door.

“Spanking the monkey? Badgering the witness.” He followed me down the hall. “Dialing the rotary phone!”

“You don’t even know what a rotary phone is.”

“No, but it sounds fucking exceptional.”

I rolled my eyes and shut the door in his face.

“You’re welcome!”

“I didn’t say thank you!” I called back as I placed everything on my desk for future consumption. It did seem a little unreasonable to not at least try to eat and drink some of the makeshift picnic before I went to sleep.

“You’re still welcome!”

~~~ Later that morning… ~~~

“God fucking shit on a flaming stick! Marshall!! Where the fuck are you? I need help!”

I jerked awake at the sound of yelling coming from down the hall. Groaning, I peeked drowsily at the clock, realizing I’d only been asleep for three hours. It was far too early to be woken up when I had nowhere else to be, considering I was supposed to still be in Houston until tomorrow afternoon.

I rolled over, hugged my pillow to my ears, and fell back asleep.

Limp dick exhaustion was totally a thing.

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about the author:

Kayla is a budding new Australian author who feels incredibly lost when needing to talk about herself (especially in the third person), preferring to let her stories speak on her behalf. When she’s not writing, she can usually be found on the couch wrapped in a blanket burrito with her head in a book. That type of existence suits her introverted heart well, much to the chagrin of her extroverted relatives.

She freely admits that she doesn’t know what the hell she’s doing, but she hopes she’s at least learning as she goes. She’s thankful that you’ve given her story a chance and hopes you enjoyed it.

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