Looking Back On Forever by Kat Alexander ❤️ Book Tour & Gift Card Giveaway ❤️ (Contemporary Romance)

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There are moments in time that stand out more than others: your first kiss, a special birthday party, seeing your baby for the first time, an intimate conversation, a first date, even something as little as sitting around a dining room table with friends. This is the story of the moments that stood out after I first laid eyes on Noah Gish. ~ Claire Sawyer

The city, it used to be a place I loved and missed with an ache in my gut. It was home. The place where I grew up, where I had fun, where I had my friends, where life was as good as I knew it to be. Then I was shipped off to a place that begins the story of how I fell in love, just to screw everything up. ~ Noah Gish

This is a contemporary romance about first love and heartbreak.

What can we expect from you in the future?

I have too many outlines, yet no time to write. My next project is Lost and Attached, and it will be in a male’s POV, set in the 1930s, between two great wars. It’s a romance, yet it’s more about enduring, fighting, and faithfulness in a time when the other party (female protagonist) is unable to do anything but survive. It’s going to be a testament to what true love really means and how hard one man fights for himself to hold on to that love. I started this book a couple years ago, but Claire and Noah from Looking Back on Forever were screaming the loudest in my head.
Then there is Little Talks, which is like nothing I have written before. That book stands on the edge of erotica. It’s dark. Really dark. I actually started writing it like 5-6 years ago. It’s a really challenging book to write because it’s split up between night and day, one couple versus another couple. All the characters are completely different, and I am finding myself needing to write one set of characters before I can write the other, which is challenging because as day falls into night, the characters alternate. Writing a foursome POV is not easy, but it will be rewarding in the end. Promise. ;)
Those are my next two projects before. After that, I am torn between going back to the paranormal world for a book or two, or writing other contemporaries I have outlined.

That thought is halted the minute she walks in. Long, soft waves of brown swish inside the doorway. Below that hair is a petite, very petite, package full of curves. flawless ass wrapped in some tight jeans, tiny waist, full breasts seen at a side profile, outlined in a gray V-neck shirt. Those soft globes peeking out as she inhales. The ideal hourglass figure.
I haven’t even seen her face and I’m already picturing what I would do to her. I want to feel her skin. I can imagine how silky it would feel, how soft and conforming to my grip. How it would feel under my lips. Taste on my tongue. I want to lick her back. Every curve of …
Again my thoughts come to a halt. My erection stops mid-growth. Her face. Those eyes. My heart stops. It literally. Fucking. Stops. I don’t even think I breathe.
I’m not a fan of clichés, but from my reactions—my stopped breath, my stopped heart, the jaw dropping, eyes devouring, not to mention sexual thoughts paused … and now my heart is beating like I just ran a marathon, quick breathes, heart attack approaching. If I believed in it, I think I am experiencing love at first sight. And from the looks of her—paused mid-step, eyes locked on mine, rapid breathing, mouth parted, now trying not to look at me—I would say she is experiencing the same dubious phenomena.
Her face, if it had to be described in one word, it would be angelic. Her skin is impeccably fair, with a pretty blush to her cheeks. Her eyes are big and doe-like, so sweet, innocent, and the most beautiful shade of blue I have ever seen. They are fanned by the thickest lashes, and the arch of her brow just begs to be outlined by a finger. Her lips are the closest to natural red I have ever seen on a girl. And I know it’s not makeup; there isn’t a stitch of it on her pretty fresh face. Her nose … I want to press a kiss to that little nose.
What the hell am I saying? One look at this girl, and I am a puddle of mush.

Literature is my passion. I like to challenge myself and grow in my writings. I have many unfinished books and some that have been published under a different name. Why I chose to do this is because of my writing growth and the differentiation in genre. I don't want my future books to be judged by the inexperience of my past writings. Though I love those books, they came out of nowhere and it's apparent in the writings they were a first draft from someone with no experience.

My passions include the arts--music, photography, writing, dance, painting, films, architecture, anything that is creation. There is not much I don't like; and if I don't like it, I at least appreciate the process that took place to create it. This is something incorporated in all my books. I've known so many talented people, and truly believe no one is without a talent. Everyone has something ingrained in them; just naturally gives them the ability to create new life in the form of art.

In my spare time, which is basically non-existent between my day job and writing, I enjoy being out in nature, travelling, spending time with family, and reading. I read everything, from contemporary to paranormal, from historical romance to erotica, from history to science. Learning is something very important to me. I really do learn something new everyday, my brain storing so much useless to life-saving information. My brain, the sponge.