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Genre: Contemporary Romance, Sports
Publisher: Khardine Gray
Publication Date: August 6, 2017
Pages: 223
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Like a Phoenix from the Ashes, True Love Can Arise from Illness and Death.

An aspiring fashion designer, Amy’s life changes when her mother suddenly falls ill. Her mother needs life-saving surgery, and it’s up to Amy to acquire the funds.

A famous and highly valued football player, Josh has an incredible lifetime of excellence in his sport. His life crumbles when his mother and sister are killed in a car crash while on their way to see his last game of the season. Distraught with self-loathing and self-blame, Josh descends into a life of alcoholism and loose women that threatens to ruin his football career and possibly his life.

Mission Impossible?

A friend sets Amy up with a job as a PA at the LA PR Agency which represents Josh’s football team, the Gladiators. Her task is to whip Josh into shape mentally and physically for the next football season.

From Worst Person in the World to Love of a Lifetime?

Shocked to her core, Amy discovers that Josh is the worst person in the world. His daily protests, unsavory habits and loose women are unbelievable. Josh is equally annoyed with Amy. As Amy gets Josh to see some hope, a spark is kindled…

Will that spark grow into a flaming romance? Or will they return to their regular lives?


A series of female giggles pierced the silence. She looked upstairs to where the sound resonated and saw two women in barely there bikini’s running down the steps. Behind them was Joshua Mancini himself wearing a pair of shorts and a black t-shirt. He was chasing the women.

Amy geared herself up to meet her new employer. Even if she was appalled at the state of the house she had to make that first impression a good one.

As he got closer she saw that he was truly handsome indeed with his sleek muscle and untamed pride. What she saw online was totally drool-worthy, but those images had nothing on the real-life Joshua Mancini who was six feet six, extremely well built with a ridged wall of a chest that bulged against the soft fabric of his t- shirt. He was breathtaking to look at with his black shiny, spiky hair, tanned skin and piercing eyes with an unusual mix of blue and green. Turquoise. That was the color. It was turquoise like the sea in somewhere like the Caribbean. Not that she’d ever been, but she’d seen enough pictures.

He was the kind of man that made you want to stare, even against your will. She quickly adjusted herself and her focus. It would do her no good to go all girlie weak-kneed and turn into some babbling buffoon in front of him. She had to look professional.

He looked her over with appreciation as he made his descent down the stairs and stopped a few paces away from her, making her feel like a dwarf even in her heels that added an extra two inches to her mere five feet and four inches. The women joined him and giggled as they tried to fix each other’s hair.

“Good, the stripper’s here,” he said with a wide smile that revealed super gorgeous dimples in his exotic high cheek bones. It took her a second or two to realize that he was referring to her.

“No, no I’m from the agency,” she replied quickly.

“I’m Amy, your new PA.” That was when he looked up at her and narrowed his eyes. “If you could just point me in the direction of the office I’ll get started.”

There, that was professional.

To her surprise, however, he started to laugh. It was the usual sort of off balanced laughter you’d expect from someone who was truly wasted and didn’t know what they were even laughing at. “Those people are jokers.”

“This is no joke. I’ll take care of all your paperwork and everything.” She offered a smile.

“Ha, ha. Everything? Well, you can start in there.” He set his square jaw in a firm line and pointed to the mess in the living room. “Clean that up will you.”

Her mouth dropped. She attempted to protest but he just walked away, leaving her there to gawk at the crazy mess.


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About the Author

 Khardine Gray is a contemporary romance author who lives in England with her husband and two kids. She is well travelled, cultured, and a woman with a passion for dancing and ice skating.

When not writing you can catch her shopping, indulging on pizza and hot chocolate, or hanging out with her family and friends.

No need to spend money on an airline ticket. Simply pick up one of Khardine’s books to become immersed in the fascinating stories and characters she creates.

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Sports Romance
Publisher: Smashwords
Publication Date: June 21, 2016
Pages: 290
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When he won his first World Title at eighteen, they said he’d be the greatest professional surfer to ever compete. Fourteen years later, Dean “DeBaz” Bazner is inching towards retirement having never clinched another Title. This year he’s pushing limits to prove his beginning wasn’t a fluke, and it’s working. Until she comes along.

You don’t have to know anything about surfing for it to change your life. Travel writer, Azure Thomas, can attest to that. She was navigating the changing world of freelance journalism when she took this gig. She wasn’t prepared for a man that connects to her profound loss and sacrifices everything, except his soul, to live his dream. He’s more than a hot magazine cover, and surfing is more than a hobby. The dangerous diversion, in and out of the water, forces Dean to accept there’s more missing from his life than another trophy.

Amongst tropical breezes, in the most beautiful locations on earth, CHASING SWELLS is an absorbing journey about riding the waves of life, overcoming childhood loss, and letting go of the mistakes that barricade us from our potential.


Chopes Pirate (invasion of the man snatcher)

“Where did all those people come from?” Oh my god! Azure moves towards the middle of their boat to take photos of the crowd. The boat unexpectedly goes vertical, as the waves get more aggressive. She grips onto the canopy, nearly dropping her camera to the deck.

“I gotcha,” Pilson says, scooping his shoulder under her arm. “Hang on. It’s gonna get real wild out here.” He laughs before his smile drops. “Holy shit!”

Azure’s head whips around, unable to breathe. At first, she doesn’t grasp the direction of his shock is towards the shore, not Dean. She’s lost until the small yacht aimed directly for them blows a horn. “Are they going to hit us?” she asks Pilson. The Captain skids the boat sideways, and the yacht occupants cheer with crazed delight at his skills.

“No,” Pilson says. “They’re just going to ruin our day.”

Azure’s eyes land on a familiar female body. The woman walks gracefully onto the bow pulpit, her black string bikini barely visible against her dark skin. “Is that—?”

“Unfortunately,” Pilson says, stomping his foot. “What the fuck are you doing here?” he shouts, making Azure jump. The woman turns her large black sunglasses and huge rimmed sun hat towards them, flashing her award-winning smile. Her wave is not even slightly intimidated by his tone.

Abigail fucking Leland? Is this happening? What was left of Azure’s stomach just jumped overboard, and their boat is steadily drifting closer to the yacht in the building current.

A loud laugh escapes Abigail’s lips as she grips the pulpit railing, dangling over the large swell. “Hey, Pilson! How ya doing baby?”

Pilson moves towards the railing near the stern and hangs over, as if two feet will give him a more private realm for discussion. “Seriously, what are you doing here?”

“I scheduled the New Zealand leg of my tour around this last year, remember?” She waves for her captain to get even closer while she moves towards their side of the yacht. The current does the hard work, and soon Azure realizes just how much taller the obscene vessel is. A telescoping gangway, or plank, starts extending above them, as her crew rushes to manually adjust its trajectory. She poses along the railing, provoking whistles from the crowd. The ramp settles against the deck of their now diminished boat, and before Azure really grasps what’s happening, Abigail Leland prances aboard.

Pilson reaches out to help her while Hamilton and his friends gather around. Azure can hear Lennox, still at the bow, cursing loudly under his breath. “For fuck’s sake.”

“Surprise!” Abigail says before hugging and kissing the guys. When she gets around to Azure, she says, “Hey there. I’m Abigail. But you probably already know that.”

A simper crosses Azure’s lips at the singer’s ego-filled laugh.

“We’re missing him!” Abigail runs to their bow.

Lennox looks back at Azure, moving to a new spot along the railing, away from Abigail. All Azure can really do is shrug and throw her arms up in defeat. Hamilton and Pilson instinctively reach for her hands. They escort her back to the bow just as Dean drops and grabs rail. Positioned deep inside the huge tunnel of water, he looks completely in control.

“Whoahoo!” Abigail shouts, her arms wide. “Your good-luck charm is here baby!”

All eyes not gawking at the Grammy star seem to stare at Azure.

Deleted Scenes

Deleted Scene #1 – The original prologue for Chasing Swells was longer, with two scenes that further developed the relationships between Dean and his parents. It also gave a glimpse into the loss of his father. It was written from his father’s POV, which didn’t fit into the rest of the book, so even though it broke my heart, we cut it.

On the way up the hill to their cozy, little Malibu home they stop by a flower stand. When they walk in Beverly’s dancing to the Nirvana CD she’s practically worn out, already wearing her favorite Doc Martins with black tights and a floral dress. Seeing her boys with two bundles of local-grown wildflowers makes her smile. Dean can tell she’s been chewing on her fingernails again waiting for them to return. She won’t make an issue of it, but he knows she’d rather Dad took him hiking or to play catch.

“We still going to the movie?” Dean asks digging through the fridge for some juice.

“You ready to hit the theater?” Randy asks, wrapping his arms around her.

Beverly arranges the flowers in an old milk bottle with an eye roll just like Dean’s. “I guess.”

He laughs at her aversion to Dean’s movie choice, but next weekend they’ll be trapped in a Meg Ryan movie he’ll want to puke through. The boys get changed and race to their Subaru wagon, anxious for popcorn and sodas. By the time they get there Beverly’s humming the Spin Doctors and being as corny as a young mom can be. On their way out though, she can’t help but gloat for being right.

“I told you it would be terrible. Mountain climbing movies are all the same contrived story and so unrealistic.” She tosses her cup into a trash can ten feet away and throws her arms up. Her bright green eyes glow from an all-around victorious afternoon.

“So you think the Charlie Sheen movie would’ve been better?”

“It would’ve at least made us laugh on purpose.”

“Some of those climbing scenes were awesome though,” Dean says. “It would’ve been cool to shoot that.”

“You’re just like your father, always thrill seeking.”

“Hardly. I’d never climb that high,” Randy says with a wink. He looks at Dean who’s bursting at the seams to talk about surfing. “That was a thousand times more dangerous than surfing.”

“Well, yeah,” she agrees, quickly realizing the topic hasn’t come up by chance. She starts to shift gears. “But the ocean is more unpredictable than a mountain.”

Randy cuts through the small talk and moves closer, placing his hand on her lower back. “Honey, he’s got real talent, and he’s not rattled when he gets pulled under for a few seconds. I’ve seen him hold his own for years now.”

“I can’t think about that,” she says, slapping on her shades as they exit to the parking lot.

“Mom, I’m a great swimmer, and I can really shred.”

“I know you can. You kicked that kid’s butt in Orange County last year! My heart literally stopped when you went in the air.”

Dean explodes in a frenzy. “It was sick, right? And I can do it again. And again. You gotta see my airs, floaters to reverses, all that. I’ve got it down. I bet I could beat Christian Fletcher.”

“Christian Fletcher is a punk, and you’re a nice kid. I like you that way.”

“I don’t wanna start being a jerk mom, I wanna win contests.”

She looks at his deep blue eyes, so much like his father’s, and melts. Randy gives her a reassuring nod. “I’m not getting out of this, am I?” she asks.

He shakes his head and kisses her temple, wrapping her in his arms.

“Okay, okay,” she throws a hand up in defeat. “I’m done fighting you both. Let’s go win some Heats!”

Suddenly every muscle of Dean’s face quivers with emotion. He becomes so consumed with excitement, pumping his fists and jumping over parking stumps, that he misses their car and keeps on going. When he realizes it, his parents are holding their doors open, watching him with amusement. He runs to kiss his mom’s cheek and then dives into the backseat with a giddy bounce.

For the rest of the day he’s boisterous and loud, especially through the Scrabble game he lets his mom win. He’s caught dad doing it a few times, but he never thought it could feel so good to lose. Only a sugar coma eventually takes Dean down, passing out from exhaustion on the couch. Randy carries the boy too old to carry into his bed of surfing dreams.

“Hey, Dad?” Dean says just before the door shuts. “Thank you.”

“Your welcome. I just want you to be as happy in your life as I am in mine.”

Dean’s eyes are too heavy to open, but his smile is permanent. “You’re so corny.”

“You love it,” Randy says laughing. “Good night son.”

The next morning a knock on the front door wakes him. The clock says 6:40am. Too early to be for me. Dean turns his head back into his warm pillow. It’s too early for anything unless the waves are pumpin’.

He jumps up, his heart pounding with hope for the swell of his life. But by the time his fingers feel the cold brass doorknob her wailing cry echoes down the hall. Floating as if above the ground, Dean’s life becomes a series of flashes, incomprehensible to time or place.

Is that a police man? No, a CHP officer. Mom’s crying on the floor. I can’t reach her. I can’t help her. He’s looking at me. Why’s he looking at me? Is he crying too? Where’s Dad? What’s going on?

Stop talking to me. You have no idea what I’m feeling. I have no idea what I’m feeling. Go away. Why are these people here? I haven’t seen Pilson cry since he broke his foot trying to ollie in that pool. Dad got him to stop crying. He fixed him. He fixed everything. This is all such bullshit!

I’m floating on my surfboard. It’s sunny. There’s a breeze. Guess I paddled here. I don’t remember. The waves are small. I don’t want to be here. My right hand is in my mom’s, my left one is holding Greg’s. Greg is Dad’s best friend. Was Dad’s best friend. He’s been trying to get me out on my board all week, now he’s got flowers in his teeth. He said this was how we say goodbye. I don’t wanna fuckin’ say goodbye.

They swing my arms, splashing the water forward, but I break free. I don’t splash, but instead dig my hands into the water, shifting me forward. I’m in the circle now. I don’t wanna be. I want out. There’s so many people. I didn’t know my Dad knew these many people. Didn’t know Gramps could still sit on a surfboard. Is that my school principal?

Here comes Greg again. Why can’t he leave me alone? What’s he doing?

“He wanted to be part of the ocean that lives far beyond us. With these ashes he will forever be here,” Greg says.

He’s just tossing him like trash. They’re singing, hand in hand again. I’m in the middle. Flowers are flying towards me, but I’m too far to catch. They splash violently, but I barely feel a mist. I turn to hear his laughter, goading me to a paddle battle. Goading me to go again. Goading me to stay. They’re hugging. They’re starting to leave. I’m not leaving him. I’m not leaving him here.

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About the Author

 A. L. Goulden has a BFA in Film Production from the Academy of Art University in San Francisco. Her love of a good story came way before college, but when numerous instructors and peers praised her dialogue she realized her creative writing hobby was a skill worth honing. Her 18 year career in interior design, production design and art direction for film and television have spun a unique perspective on visually emotional tales of relationships and the thread that ties all things together.

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