Be Mine

Remember the little valentine notes we used to give out in grade school? Hard to believe they started from this:

Valentine greetings were popular as far back as the Middle Ages, though written Valentine’s didn’t begin to appear until after 1400. The oldest known valentine still in existence today was a poem written in 1415 by Charles, Duke of Orleans, to his wife while he was imprisoned in the Tower of London following his capture at the Battle of Agincourt. (The greeting is now part of the manuscript collection of the British Library in London, England.) Several years later, it is believed that King Henry V hired a writer named John Lydgate to compose a valentine note to Catherine of Valois.

So what’s the most romantic valentine you ever received and from whom? I’ll share first – the Love Bracelet.

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Love, Love, Love

To honor the month of LOVE, I’ll be posting some history and lore about Valentine’s Day. Let’s go back in time to start:

It is said: Valentine’s Day started in the time of the Roman Empire. In ancient Rome, February 14th was a holiday to honor Juno. Juno was the Queen of the Roman Gods and Goddesses. The Romans also knew her as the Goddess of women and marriage. The following day, February 15th, began the Feast of Lupercalia.

The lives of young boys and girls were strictly separate. However, one of the customs of the young people was name drawing. On the eve of the festival of Lupercalia the names of Roman girls were written on slips of paper and placed into jars. Each young man would draw a girl’s name from the jar and would then be partners for the duration of the festival with the girl whom he chose. Sometimes the pairing of the children lasted an entire year, and often they would fall in love and would later marry.


Don’t be shy, share in a comment – Gentlemen, whose name would you have wanted to draw back in the day? Ladies, who would you have hoped to partner in your teenage years?

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New Interview at Inspiration Forum

The fabulous Fiona Mcvie interviewed me a couple of days ago and this morning she posted the interview at

This is such an exciting time and I wanted to thank everyone for all their support. I love hearing from my readers, so please post comments and let me know what’s doing in your life.

Cheers – K T

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First Interview on the Blog Tour

Hi Everyone,

I’m thrilled to announce that my first interview is up for viewing on:

Drop on by and have a look – Heart and Soul Romance did a great job. The site looks amazing.

I want to thank Cg for inviting me and for supporting Nobody’s Angel.

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Blog Tours on the Horizon

Happy New Year, Everyone. I hope your holidays were grand and that this year brings you everything you want. My publisher has arranged blog tours for me and the kick-off is supposed to begin next month. I’ll keep you updated. In the mean time, I thought I’d give you another peek at Jake and Angie. Enjoy!


“Valentine’s day fell on a Friday her senior year of high school. The day started out sweetly enough, Jake made her an omelet and gave her a rose. She figured they’d go out to dinner or do something later, but she really didn’t care. Her parents were away for the weekend and she and Jake would have the house to themselves. That was all the Valentine’s she needed.

         After lunch Jake escorted her out of school and over to his car.

         “We ditching?” 

         He didn’t answer right away and looked like he was up to something as he keyed the ignition. “Yup. Taking a little ride for Valentine’s Day.” He wore that irresistible devilish grin.

         “It isn’t like you to be able to hold on to a secret until the day of.”

         “I know.” He reached across the car seat and took her hand. “I’m really proud of myself.”

         They talked about lots of nothing for about an hour, then he pulled off the Parkway at the Cornwall exit, drove for a couple of miles and pulled up to the entrance of an historic inn.

         “Oh, Jake, it’s … so … romantic.” She was all choked up and he was beaming. “Are we staying over?” Did she dare to hope tonight they’d finish what they’d started some many months ago.

         “Oh, yeah.” His chest was puffed out like a peacock.

         “What if my folks call from New Orleans?” She really didn’t think they would, but she had to cover the bases.

         “All taken care of. Jess and Connor are staying at your place and her folks think she’s staying over to keep you company while your folks are gone. If they call while we’re here, Jess answers, they think nothing of it, she calls you … I gave her the number here … and then you can call them back.” He looked very self-satisfied.

         “Quite the well executed plan.” She smirked and was genuinely impressed.

         “You ain’t seen nothing yet.” Grabbing her suitcase out of the trunk, he held it up, away from his body. Wearing a wicked grin he said “Packed by Jess.” “

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Nobody’s Angel

Twenty years ago Jake and Angie were the couple everyone wanted to be. When they split two halves of the same heart broke. With their high school reunion looming, will they find their way back to each other or continue to be haunted by what was? An ensemble of friends is pulling for them, but will it be enough?

I loved writing about these two – they’re quite flawed, not your typical Romance hero and heroine. But real. People you know and can relate to – familiar.

Thank you to Boroughs Publishing Group for bringing Jake and Angie’s story to all of you. Please go to to purchase their story.

Here’s a little taste:

They had been hanging together during their junior year. He’d been hopelessly in love with her since he was eleven, but she hadn’t known it. Initially he’d acted mildly interested as they teased and flirted for the better part of the school year, dancing around the inevitable. Then, the night before she left for her usual summer visit to California, she wrapped her arms around his neck, raised up on her toes and said against his mouth, “I hope this holds you.” When she kissed him the shock of her passion had him reeling for long days and lonely nights.

         She’d given him a glimpse of heaven. He knew hiding his feelings after that would require a bit of the Harry Houdini.

         In an attempt to minimize her mind-numbing effect on him, Jake tried going out with other girls to pretend he wasn’t missing the hell out of her. 

         It didn’t work.

         And, for reasons still unknown to him, she missed him, too. 

         Two days after her eighteenth birthday and one week before their senior year was about to begin, the doorbell rang while he was in the den watching Bugs Bunny. When no one else seemed to make a move to answer the door, he hollered, “Come in.”

         Within moments of the screen door slamming, he knew it was her without even turning around. She always smelled like flowers. 

         Jumping off the couch would’ve revealed the monster hard-on in his shorts, so he remained sprawled, leaning his left elbow on the armrest, a pillow strategically held in front of his body.

         Walking around the sofa, she stood in front of the television. “Hey, Jake.” She flashed him that spine-melting smile and he nearly cried. He wanted her so much it hurt.

         “Welcome back, Ange. I didn’t expect to see you ‘til school starts.” He sat up. The pillow stayed in his lap while his hungry gaze traveled up her long, ever so long lusciously tan legs, stopping to focus on those chew-on-me thighs that disappeared into her tight white cut-offs.

         “We got back late last night. I couldn’t wait to see you. I missed you.” 

         He was flabbergasted. She missed him and she had no compunction telling him. What the hell was he supposed to do with that?

         “Judging from the pillow placement, I’m guessing you missed me, too.” She gave him a smirk, daring him to do something about her insouciance.

         Never one to back down from a challenge, he threw the pillow aside jumped off the couch and took her in his arms. He held her close against his bare chest and aching cock, one arm around her curvy waist while he stroked her beautiful hair with his free hand. 

         “Can you feel just how much?” He pressed his hand at the small of her back so her hips were flush with his.

         “Nice to know all your summer dalliances didn’t cure you of me” she whispered against his lips, not quite kissing him, but begging the question.

         And that was when he broke the rule. Jake didn’t zag. He went with it and allowed himself to go down the road laid out before him. He gave himself permission to love her.

         “Nothing will ever cure me of you, Ange.” 

         His lips touched hers. Gently. His self control impeccable, in direct contradiction to his every instinct and desire. He wanted to ravish her. To throw her down on the couch, mount her and push himself so far inside her that she wouldn’t be able to breathe.

         He wanted her under him for the next fifteen years and then maybe he’d be able to slake his thirst for her and no one else. He wanted to brand his name across her forehead so no one would even come near her.

         He wanted to marry her and give her babies that looked like the both of them.

         He wanted to love her until time stood still. 

         His feelings for her were the most frightening thing in the world.

       © K.T. Wells – All Rights Reserved

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