Guest Post: Kelly Martin

Today I’ve invited Kelly Martin to be a guest host on my blog. She’s a fellow author at Astraea Press and is celebrating the release of her novel, Saint Sloan.

Saint Sloan book cover

A bit about Kelly…

She’s a best-selling author of young adult fiction. She has two books: Grace Award nominee Crossing the Deep and Amazon Best-selling in Teen/Religion Saint Sloan. She has several short stories published and loves to write ‘twitter fiction’ when she’s bored. Kelly loves God, is addicted to chocolate, and would rather write than sleep.

You can find her on twitter (she tweets a lot): @martieKay

You can find her author page (blog tour central): at

Without further ado, here’s Kelly!


I want to thank Christi for having me on her blog today! I’m doing a one day blog tour (‘visiting’ 12 blogs) to tell you all about my new novel, Saint Sloan.

What’s the story about? Well, here’s the short version:

Sloan Bridges wants her 18th birthday to be perfect. Her attacker has other ideas. 

Saint Sloan has a cast of characters who all have some sort of past they are trying to get away from, but when Sloan is attacked in her kitchen by someone she knows, all of their past mistakes come back haunt them.

Who attacked Sloan?

Why did they do it?

And how will she move on? 

Here’s an excerpt from Saint Sloan—When Sloan Meets Aaron

The car slowed at the four-way stop that connected Brown Hollow Road to Highway 70. Sloan tensed, realizing she really was at Aaron’s mercy. If he turned left, he would end up in Nashville. The road straight ahead led to Harrisburg, a very small town with two red lights and three factories that employed most of the people in the county. If he turned right, he would end up in Chapel Hill, Sloan’s desired destination.

The streetlight above the stop sign illuminated the interior of the car just enough for her to see Aaron. He had dark, wavy, almost curly hair a little on the longer side. The front poofed back, most likely with the help of some extra hold gel. If Sloan remembered correctly, it had been curly when they were kids. Aaron was a grade ahead of her and Ray, so she didn’t see him very much at school. He had on a black leather jacket with a black button-down shirt underneath. His olive skin and brown eyes made him look nothing like his half-brother, Ray, who she remembered had blonde hair and blue eyes.

The guys had the same mother but different fathers. Aaron obviously took after his father since Sloan remembered his mother as having sheet-white, pale skin.

Aaron sat up and tapped his fingers on the wheel, looking first to the right, then to the left. “Hmm… which way to go?” From the playful grin he tried to hide, she knew he was kidding… or hoped he was anyway.

“You’d better turn the way that takes me home,” she played along. “I did tell Mackenzie to call the police if she didn’t hear from me. You’ve got about thirty minutes, buddy.”

“I can do a lot in thirty minutes.” He smirked.

“Yeah, like get me home.” Sloan knew she should be leery of him, but she couldn’t be. For some reason, she had a good feeling about him. She prayed that feeling didn’t lead her down the wrong path.

“Oh, all right,” he sighed overdramatically. His big brown eyes shone in the streetlight. “Can’t have the cops after me again,” he said as he turned right toward Chapel Hill.


“Something wrong?”

“You said you can’t have the cops after you again. What did you do to have them after you before?”

“Which time?” He clearly enjoyed making her uncomfortable.

“There was more than once?” She had to fight to keep her jaw from dropping. Little Aaron Hunter had changed a lot in nine years.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head. It wasn’t anything horribly bad.”

“That’s what they all say.”


“Serial killers and murderers.”

“If you thought I was a murderer, you never would have gotten in the car with me.”

“I might have if I thought it was a better alternative than going back to that house and dealing with Darcy Perry.”

He laughed at that. “That bad, huh?”

She shrugged and stared at the black nothingness of acres of farmland outside her window.

He took a deep breath. “I’m not a murderer. Never killed anybody. I was wrongly accused, actually.”

“Of what?”

“Of something I didn’t do.”

He smiled and she glared. “Thanks. That helps a lot.”

“Sorry, it’s just a long story.”

“Tease.” She giggled. Then the more she thought about it, the more curious she became about him. “It had to be rough, though. Being accused of something you didn’t do.”

The fields of tall grass and scattered trees gradually became speckled with the lights of houses the closer they got to town. “It happens. Anyway, I’m not that guy anymore.”

“Saw the light, did you?”

“Not in the found Jesus way. But things happened. I turned eighteen a little over a year ago and had to grow up.”

“I’ll be eighteen on December second.” She couldn’t hold in her excitement.

“This Tuesday?”

“Yeah,” she beamed. She had looked forward to this birthday for as long as she could remember. Her mom promised they would go shopping for the car of her dreams. She’d had her license for a while but had to wait two years longer than everyone else she knew for a car. The last few days had seemed like torture.

“Well, let me be the first to wish you a very happy birthday, Sloan Bridges.”

“Why, thank you, Aaron Hunter.” She grinned back.

(End of Excerpt)

Saint Sloan is available from any of the links below:

Click HERE for Amazon.

Click HERE for Barnes and Noble.

Click HERE for Astraea Press.

Click HERE for Smashwords.

Click HERE for Kobo.


Hello everyone, it’s Christi again. So what part of the excerpt was your favorite? Any part in particular pique your interest? Let Kelly know in the comments section. 


4 thoughts on “Guest Post: Kelly Martin

    • Kelly,

      No problem! This is a day of the week I don’t usually post so it was no trouble at all to have you stop by. Congrats again on your latest release!

      Hope Wednesday went well.


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