Down to My Soul concludes the journey Rhyson Gray and Kai Pearson began in the first book of the Soul Series, My Soul to Keep! Before diving into this book, make sure you read book 1! Check out more about this brilliant new book, read Tina’s Thoughts and an excerpt, and make sure to enter the giveaway to celebrate!
Down to My Soul
Soul Series #2
Kennedy Ryan
Genre: New Adult
Publication Date: March 31, 2016
RHYSON
She doesn’t wear my ring.
We never stood before a preacher.
The only vows exchanged were between our bodies; between our souls.
But she was mine and I was hers until I ruined it. I have to believe that every day, every step, every breath brings me closer to making things right.
To making her mine again.
KAI
I’ve seen promises broken.
I know love makes no guarantees.
But things were different for Rhys and me, until he lied, and I walked away. Only there’s a chain between our hearts that I can’t break. Even if I forgive him, a shadow from my past hangs over us; over this love that reaches all the way down to my soul.
You can grab your copy of Down To My Soul today at the retailers listed below! It is on sale for only 99 CENTS for a limited time only.
Amazon | iBooks | B&N | Kobo
Rhyson and Kai finally have their ending and it is nothing short of angsty and perfect. These two are strong headed and stubborn but they both so brilliant display that some of the best things in life are worth fighting for. In the first book of the Soul series, Kai and Rhys have a passionate connection that runs deep and hard. But when lies and manipulation come to light, hurt and anger runs rampant. This book picks up right where the first book ends, both characters going their separate ways to pursue their careers and find their footing again. It is obvious that despite the distance, these two are head over heels for each other. It was beautiful to watch the emotions bleed from every situation that Kennedy Ryan writes. There is heartache, longing, anger, betrayal, and hope. So many swirling emotions that keep these two on the edge of their seat.
Granted this story felt very angsty but what is life without angst. These two are attempting to find a balance in their reality along with what they feel. There is passion and a high level of feeling that governs their reactions and choices. Add to that the dark underbelly of fame, manipulation, and the music industry and it is a combination that will hook you. I will admit that many times I wanted to smack these two on the back of the head. They are so blinded by what they think is right for each other that they miss the communication and trust aspect of a healthy and fulfilling relationship. It causes unnecessary drama but as you read, it becomes a guilty pleasure that you cannot deny yourself as you read.
When the book ended, I felt like we were on the precipice of a new beginning for Rhys and Kai, staring headlong into their happily ever after. A beginning that had endless possibilities. I loved that when the dust settled, their choices were based on the heart and not the ache. This story is a fabulous ending for Rhys and Kai, a story that is woven in passion, heartache, and love.
“Rhys?”
His name rushes from my mouth on a breath, and I’m off the bed, hurling myself at him top speed. Somehow my legs wrap around his waist and my arms tangle behind his neck. I couldn’t hold back and play this cool if I wanted to. Every part of me that’s been fighting to stay focused, to keep working, to be on, collapses against him. Surrenders to the feel of him in my arms and the smell of him. My fingers lace through his hair. I scatter kisses across his face, the sharp angles and taut skin warm beneath my lips.
“So I take it you’re happy to see me?” He chuckles, pressing his forehead to mine, hands squeezing my thighs.
“Happy?” I release something that’s half a sob, half a laugh, pulling back a few centimeters to let him breathe. “What gave you that idea?”
We stop grinning at the same time, laughter dissolving, our bodies exchanging sensual information. My breasts flattened to his chest. His erection growing and hardening against my core. Our breaths mingling and hearts tattooing beats through our clothes and into the other’s skin.
I move first, leaning in to capture his bottom lip between mine, sucking and pulling between my teeth. Licking into his mouth like there’s honey hidden inside. He groans into the kiss, walking backward until we reach the bed and dropping me so I bounce a little, his eyes roving over me head to toe.
“Pep, what the hell are you wearing?” Humor and desire tussle in his eyes.
I look down, laughing when I see the young Jackson brothers emblazoned across my chest, my legs ending in the footed bottoms.
“If I’d known you were coming, I could have made sexier arrangements.”
“Arrangements?” He quirks a dark brow, placing a knee on either side of my legs, hovering over me like a promise. “Lingerie would have been nice. Other rock stars have girlfriends who wear lingerie.”
“Oh, are you referring to yourself as a rock star now?” I grin up at him, feeling whole for the first time since he kissed me goodbye a week ago. “That’s not egomaniacal at all. Is there a club? You guys have rock star meetings? Does one of you take rock star minutes?”
“You are sitting in here listening to my music in the dark.” He leans forward to tug at the zipper beneath my chin. “Maybe you’re actually one of my crazed fans. Or a groupie. I might even find a Mrs. Rhyson Gray t-shirt around here somewhere. My girlfriend doesn’t like those.”
“No, she doesn’t.” I shake my head, eyes never straying from his.
A small frown jerks his brows together. He tugs again at the zipper, but it doesn’t budge.
“Pep, it’s stuck,” he says.
“Sometimes it does that,” I answer easily, enjoying the frustration spreading over his expression as he keeps pulling and it keeps staying.
He places my hand over his cock, hard and poking through his jeans.
“Well, it’s not exactly a good time for it to do that.”
I laugh, grasping my zipper and tugging. Wow, it really is stuck. These are vintage PJs, older than I am and threadbare in places. I’m surprised the zipper hasn’t rusted before now. I sit up, bringing our bodies closer as I jiggle the little hook a few times. Nothing.
“Just how attached are you to this Jackson Five onesie?” His glance burns hot across my subtle curves visible through the thin flannel, telegraphing his intentions.
“Well this is Michael’s original nose.” I release a fake exasperated sigh. “But I do have my sewing kit.”
“All I needed to hear.”
Sorry, boys.
He grabs the two ends of the collar separated by the zip line and pulls until there’s a ripping sound, the panels falling back to reveal my naked breasts and my panties. A wicked grin spreads across lips.
“You naughty girl.” He runs a finger over the writing on the front of my calendar panties, carrying a current that simultaneously hitches my breath and gets me wet. “Wearing Monday panties on a Thursday. My little rebel.”
My Soul to Keep (Soul #1)
It seems the things worth keeping are often the hardest to hold…
KAI
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.
RHYSON
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.
I just can’t write about myself in third person for one more bio! I’m a wife, a mom, a writer, an advocate for families living with autism. That’s me in a nutshell. Crack the nut, and you’ll find a Southern girl gone Southern California who loves pizza and Diet Coke, and wishes she got to watch a lot more television. You can usually catch me up too late, on social media too much, or FINALLY putting a dent in my ever-growing To Be Read list! I love to hear from readers at kennedyryanwrites@gmail.com.
Mailing List | Facebook | Amazon | Twitter | Book Group | Instagram