Showing posts with label Kim Stephenson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kim Stephenson. Show all posts

Friday, April 3, 2026

Release Blitz: Stride for Stride, by Kim Stephenson

 

RELEASE TOUR - Stride for Stride by Kim Stephenson

Length: 75k words
Series: Running for the Romance 2
Prior Reading: Prior reading NOT required
Genre: contemporary, sports
Tropes: Rivals to lovers; Only one tent; Olympics; Coming out; Secret relationship
Trigger/Content Warnings: Reference to homophobia, Parental illness, Minor injury
Designer: 100 Covers

https://getbook.at/StrideForStride

Rivals on the track. Teammates on paper. But could they be more?

Jackson and Elliot have been neck-and-neck since their first race. Two elite marathoners constantly pushing each other to the limit. But with the Olympics looming, they’re forced to do the unthinkable: train together.

Altitude camp means long runs, cold nights, and the kind of tension that’s not just competitive anymore. When a single kiss shatters the fragile line between enemies and something much more complicated, both men are left breathless, for reasons that have nothing to do with their last tempo run.

But between the pressure of the Olympics, increased media scrutiny and career-threatening injuries, their chance at love might not make it to the finish line.

Can they go stride for stride toward something real, or will the world pull them apart before they’ve even begun?

Stride for Stride is the sizzling follow up to Your Pace or Mine. It is a standalone spicy MM Sports Romance and book 2 in the Running for the Romance series.

If you loved Heated Rivalry by Rachel Reid and Pole Position by Rebecca J. Caffrey, you’ll fall hard for Jackson and Elliot in Stride for Stride.

EXCERPT:

“You’re a great runner, Elliot. I’d be proud to call you a teammate…or even a friend.”

Elliot sighed and dropped his phone. He angled himself towards Jackson, resting his head on a hand as his hair fell over his eyes in a cascade of silver.

“I’ve told you, Jennings, I don’t want to be your friend,” he whispered.

“What do you want, then?”

The sounds of the woods around them intensified as Jackson’s focus narrowed on Elliot’s soft exhale. He found himself frozen in place, his gaze glued to the deep storm clouds brewing in Elliot’s eyes.

Years from now, Jackson would think back on that moment and still be unable to say who had moved first, but somehow Elliot’s mouth ended up on his, and it was fucking glorious.

Elliot’s kiss was almost the polar opposite of everything he was in life. It was uncontrolled, wild, all teeth and tongue. It left Jackson gasping for air, and rock hard.

“You’re right—not friends. Not friends is a good plan,” Jackson mumbled.

Elliot smiled and pulled Jackson back down into another, slower, more cautious kiss, as though he were asking permission. Jackson moaned as he felt Elliot’s hardness brush against him. He wanted to pull him closer and feel every inch of his body against his.

“You’re a total arsehole sometimes, you know,” Jackson said as they parted for air. It came out far more tender than he was comfortable with.

“Yeah,” Elliot breathed, lips ghosting over his.

“I can’t fucking get you out of my head,” Jackson groaned, kissing him again. He was more aggressive this time, his teeth clashing angrily against Elliot’s as he rolled on top of him, making the entire tent shudder. “Haven’t been able to, ever. You’re always there, always pushing me, always that little bit ahead, driving me fucking crazy.”

“Thought you said you never think about me.”

“I lied,” Jackson said as he kissed down Elliot’s jaw.



In a delightful mix of competition and friendship, Jackson and Elliot, two passionate marathon runners, are each aiming for a spot on Team GB at the Olympics. Their shared training sessions not only highlight their rivalry but also reveal the surprising emotions that are starting to develop between them.

I really loved how their rivalry felt genuine, built through the little moments in their early interactions, without turning either of them into a true "bad guy." As their bond grows stronger, the chemistry between them feels both natural and inevitable, making their connection even more special.



about the author:

Kim Stephenson is a UK based author with a love for running and romance.
When not writing you can find them hitting the local pavements and trails chasing PB's and HEA's.
@runningfortheromance (ig)
Kimstephensonauthor.com

https://www.tiktok.com/@runningromance

https://gayromancereviews.com/
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Friday, September 26, 2025

REVIEW TOUR - Your Pace or Mine by Kim Stephenson

 

REVIEW TOUR - Your Pace or Mine by Kim Stephenson

True love is a marathon, not a sprint.

Length: 80,000 words
Series: Running for the Romance, Book 1 (can be standalone)
Prior Reading: n/a
Genre: contemporary, sports
Tropes: Fake dating, grumpy/sunshine, class difference, sports
Trigger/Content Warnings: Reference to coercive sex (not between MCs)
Designer: 100Covers

https://getbook.at/YourPaceOrMine-rev

Elite marathoner Darius Hewitt is the golden boy of British athletics until a media scandal brings his Olympic dreams crashing down. With his reputation in tatters, Darius reluctantly agrees to help out at a charity running clinic, hoping to regain favour with the Olympic selection committee.

Enter Jamie—a sharp-witted West End dancer, training for his first marathon. Jamie comes with a crumbling career of his own, outrageous fundraising target, and a whole different brand of publicity challenges.

In the lead up to the London Marathon, a fake relationship seems like the perfect solution for both their image problems, so Darius and Jamie strike a deal.

But the more time they spend together, the less pretend it starts to feel.

Can they stop running from their fears long enough to give love a shot?

Your Pace or Mine is a heartwarming contemporary MM sports romance packed with fake dating, sharp banter, and plenty of running

EXCERPT:

It wasn’t that Darius was in the closet, per se. Everyone in his life, everyone that mattered, knew. Which, fine, amounted to like three people he actually liked, and his father. He just firmly believed that his personal life shouldn’t have any bearing on his professional life, and he knew it would if he came out. 

It was different for Darius, he didn’t just have the usual sporting press to deal with like his contemporaries. His title and the Ethiopian heritage he’d inherited from his grandmother had long made him the aristocracy’s favourite piece of diversity window dressing. Far more approachable than his father, he was easy to parade out when appearances demanded it, making his life fodder for the tabloids—and British tabloids could be fucking vicious. One minute they loved you, the next they would tear you apart for clicks. His family had learned a long time ago that keeping everything under wraps was essential to survival. It was safer for him to keep his private life, well, private. 

Liking dick didn’t make him a better or worse runner, so why the fuck should it matter, anyway? 

Jackson didn’t understand what it was like to be under the level of scrutiny Darius was under. To carry the weight of expectations Darius had on his shoulders. 

Jackson rolled his eyes. “Oh no, someone might realise you’re not an aristocratic clone and have actual human feelings and desires.” 

“You’re a terrible friend.” 

“I’m a great friend,” Jackson replied. “Which is why I’m going to drag you kicking and screaming to that training clinic.” 

“I don’t need to do it. I have the fastest times of anyone. I’m not going to be the one who gets cut. Anders could never justify it.” 

Jackson’s grin fell. “Thanks for the reminder, mate.” 

“Fuck. You know I didn’t mean to imply…” 

“It is what it is. I know I’m at risk, right? Especially with Elliot Owens in contention,” Jackson shrugged. 

Darius grimaced. “Yeah, but Owens is a dick.” 

“A dick that’s been training with Anders for nearly three years now and can pretty much match me stride-for-stride,” Jackson replied. “I had that DNF too, in Boston,” Jackson reminded him glumly. 

Darius winced. He wasn’t wrong. “A DNF just means you’re a smart runner—you know what they say DNF stands for…” 

“Did Nothing Foolish,” Jackson finished the sentence in unison with Darius, reciting a line Ellison had drilled into their heads. “You’ve never had one, though,” Jackson groused. “Yes, but I’m a robot, remember?” Darius laughed. “Or sorry, an aristocratic clone.”



A fun debut romance centred on marathon running. Jamie, a dancer, signs up for the London Marathon for career exposure, while Darius, an elite runner from a wealthy family, coaches newbies for PR reasons. 
After some friction, they agree to a fake relationship that slowly turns real. The main tension comes form class differences, handled thoughtfully. Jamie’s ending choice felt realistic.

about the author:

Kim Stephenson is a UK based author with a love for running and romance.
When not writing you can find them hitting the local pavements and trails chasing PB's and HEA's.
@runningfortheromance (ig)
Kimstephensonauthor.com

https://www.tiktok.com/@runningromance
https://gayromancereviews.com/
https://gayromancereviews.com/