Book Tour Excerpt: Cruel Summer

Cruel Summer (Undertow 0.5)

by K.R. Conway
Release Date: 03/16/15
231 pages

Summary from Goodreads:

Kian O’Reilly is flawless as a killer.

Well-practiced in the art of making murder look like an accident, he is selfish, wealthy, and totally arrogant as a soul-stealing immortal. But when he ends up stranded on Cape Cod with a stolen car and a dead drug dealer in the trunk, he thinks his luck couldn’t get any worse.

That is, until Ana Lane shows up.

Gifted as a mechanic and surfer, feisty Ana is not a fan of the entitled Frat Boys who show up every summer, messing with local girls. Believing Kian is one of those typical rich brats, she fixes his car and ruthlessly dismantles his cocky ego . . . which intrigues the dangerous soul thief.

Determined to spend more time with the prickly mechanic, Kian sets out to understand what makes Ana so fierce. Soon, however, he uncovers the painful truth behind the real Ana Lane, and the decision to save her, may destroy them both.

** This is the prequel novella to UNDERTOW and is based on the story of Kian and Ana the summer they met. While it can be read at anytime in the series, it is meant to be read after UNDERTOW and STORMFRONT.**


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Here's An Excerpt!

Kian’s POV: 

I was officially done pinching automobiles from drug dealers. I’d spent the night watching over Pix’s car, but just before dawn I decided I needed to finally get rid of Benton. Unfortunately, it wasn’t until I was at a nearby beach, ready to drag his body to the surf, that I noticed the powder in the bottom of the trunk. It seemed to be spilling from a panel near the wheel-well and I soon realized that Benton wasn’t the only thing stuffed in the vehicle. The Auburn was a rolling buffet of cocaine. I’d heard of the cartel using cheap model cars to bring drugs over the border, stuffing their wares in every door panel, tire, and seat, but using a half-million dollar vehicle was a new one for me. Determined to distance myself from whatever major illegal activity Benton was wrapped up in, I took him and his car back to his house and parked it in the garage. I propped Benton up behind the steering wheel like a moldy mannequin and left on foot. The cops and the feds were going to be all over his death once someone found him. And hell only knows how many other drug dealers he was connected to. For all I knew, his death could cause a domino effect among the drug kingpins. No thanks – I didn’t need to get wrapped up in that nonsense. I walked through the town, now car-less, watching paperboys deliver the news and early risers sip coffee from porches. There was a peacefulness to the morning – a quiet that blanketed Cape Cod with a sort of untouchable reverence. In the early morning, cars didn’t clog the roads and children weren’t yet up, shouting and playing. It was the type of world that welcomed me – silent, shadowed, and misty.






About the Author

I have been a journalist for 15 years and serve on the Board of Directors for the Cape Cod Writers Center. I also drive a 16-ton school bus because I am ENTIRELY NUTS

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In addition to working jobs that should come with a warning label , I hold a BA in Psychos (Forensic Psych), torment the tourists about Jaws, and occasionally jump from the Town Neck bridge in an attempt to reclaim my youth.

I live on Cape Cod with two smallish humans who apparently are my kids, my fishing-obsessed husband, two canines (adept at both flatulence and snoring), and a cage-defiant lovebird that sleeps in a miniature tent. Nope - that's not a type-o. The bird is quite the indoor camper.



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