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Guest - Ashlyn Chase
Good morning! Our guest today, Ashlyn Chase, sent some excerpts for her latest book, KISSING WITH FANGS while she's doing an author tour. Her publicist, the lovely Danielle, is offering a fantastic giveaway of a full set of the Flirting With Fangs series (Flirting Under A Full Moon, How to Date A Dragon, and Kissing With Fangs) to one winner (sorry, USA and Canada only). See below for instructions on how to enter the drawing.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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Set up for today’s scene: No one had heard from Claudia in a
week. Her worried parents drove hours to Cambridge, MA to check on her only to
find her former boss, Anthony, 'checking her out' as well.
Scene 5:
As soon as the door closed, Claudia’s parents both began
talking at once.
“Where were you?”
“Is he really your boss or your boyfriend?”
“What happened?”
Claudia held up both hands. “Whoa. Let me make some coffee
first.”
“Oh, yes. Coffee would be nice,” her mother said. “I’m glad
you haven’t forgotten your manners.”
Manners are all that’s keeping me from throwing you out the
door.
While Claudia headed to the kitchen, her father said, “So,
tell us why you moved from your other apartment. It was so much nicer.”
He dropped into her chair and a crunching noise surprised
him. “What the…?” He popped back up and lifted the cushion.
Oh no. Now she knew where Anthony had stashed the empty beer
bottles.
He pointed to the cracked brown glass. “What’s this? Some
dangerous version of a whoopee cushion?”
Claudia felt her face heat. “Um, no. Of course not. I had a
few friends over before Anthony surprised me with a visit. I just stashed the
bottles there because I didn’t have time to clean up.” That sounds reasonable.
She hoped they believed her, because it was the best story she had.
Meanwhile, her mother had made it to her kitchen and opened
one of the pizza boxes. “It looks like you weren’t worried about impressing
your friends. Really, Claudia. Pizza and beer? I thought we raised you to be
more refined.”
She smiled. “Sorry, Mom.”
“And look at all these glasses in the sink…” Her mother was
about to open the dishwasher, and only God knew where Anthony had stored the
hard liquor.
“Mom, please! Get out of my kitchen.”
Her mother gasped. “Excuse me? I’m sure you can rephrase
that to sound a little less churlish.”
“Sorry. I just—Please, sit on the couch with Dad and let me
make you something to eat. You must be hungry after your long drive.”
“That’s more like it.” Her mother sniffed and turned on her
heel, marching back to the living room.
Claudia usually liked apartments with an open floor plan so
she could talk to guests while preparing food, but in this case, she’d rather
stick them in another room—or another city—and gather her wits.
She opened the refrigerator, knowing there was precious
little to offer anyone in there. Butter. Peanut butter. Jam. Cheese. She’d
better find a way to make something edible. If not, she was toast. She bolted
upright. Toast!
It wouldn’t impress, but it would fill their stomachs. If
only I had time to run to the coffee shop. Ah! A brainstorm in her otherwise
fuzzy mind formed a solution.
“Why don’t we all go to the coffee shop down the street?
They have some lovely pastries…”
Her mother studied her with raised eyebrows. “You aren’t
considering going out like that, are you?”
Claudia sighed. As usual, she couldn’t do anything right.
“Well, we have a choice. I can get cleaned up and we can go out, or I can make
PB and J, and grilled cheese sandwiches.”
Her father smiled. “With the crusts cut off?”
Her mother wrinkled her nose. “That’s hardly a decent
breakfast.” She started to return to the kitchen. “Is that all you have?”
Claudia grasped her mother’s shoulders before she could
reenter and spun her around. “I’ve been away…on a camping trip. That’s why I
have no food and why you couldn’t get in touch with me. There’s no cell
reception up in the Maine woods.”
Whew! Two explanations with one lie. She felt brilliant. Now
if she could just down a gallon of coffee, she might make it through this
inquisition—er, visit.
Anthony woke up in unfamiliar surroundings. Where the hell
am I, and what is that stench? Then he remembered. He hadn’t made it back to
his lair in time and had to resort to prying open a manhole and hiding in the
sewer to accommodate his death sleep.
Now that it was evening again, he considered going back to
Claudia’s, but he reeked. Besides, her parents might still be there. A long,
steamy shower in his apartment sounded like a much better idea.
He climbed the ladder until he reached the manhole cover.
Now to play “guess if anyone is up there or not?” He couldn’t use his sense of
smell. That was compromised. Bloody hell, I might not get the disgusting smell
out of my nose for days.
He lifted the lid slightly and listened. Noise of the city
met his ears. Mostly traffic rumbling along the busy main drive a block away.
He didn’t hear any clicking of shoes along the sidewalk, so he pushed the
manhole aside and climbed out.
A couple of men who had apparently been leaning against a
nearby building spotted him but said nothing. They simply stared as he
straightened his lapels, stood tall, then strode off in the direction of his
home with his head held high.
He was halfway home when he heard his name being called.
Maybe it’s another Anthony. He hoped so. He was close enough
to the Italian North End for the name to refer to dozens of men.
“Hey, Anthony! Wait up.”
There was no mistaking the voice now. Tory Montana had
caught sight of him. Even though Tory was quite a way off, he’d know that
Anthony, with his vampiric senses, could hear him. I can’t very well pretend I
don’t know one of my former best patrons.
Anthony swiveled around. Despite the darkness, he spotted
the African American ex-linebacker jogging toward him. As soon as he’d spotted
Anthony waiting for him, Tory slowed to a walk.
Be sure to follow the entire blog tour to get a sneak peek
at Kissing with Fangs, and opportunities to win all three books in the Flirting
with Fangs series along the way:
Scene 1: Ashlyn Chase’s Website:
http://www.ashlynchase.com/kissingwithfangs.html
Scene 2: 3/6 Under the Covers Book Blog
http://www.underthecoversbookblog.com/
Scene 3: 3/7 Casablanca Authors
http://casablancaauthors.blogspot.com/
Scene 4: 3/11 Debbie's Book Bag
http://debsbookbag.blogspot.com/
Scene 5: 3/12 Star-Crossed Romance
http://star-crossedromance.blogspot.com/
Scene 6: 3/18 The Reading Café http://www.thereadingcafe.com/
Scene 7: 3/20 Fresh Fiction
http://freshfiction.com/pages.php?id=blog
KISSING WITH FANGS BY ASHLYN CHASE – IN STORES MARCH 2014
There's Something He's Never Told Her...
When her workplace burned down, Claudia should've taken it
as a sign to move on—and not just professionally. She's been secretly lusting
after her mysterious boss, Anthony Cross, for years. There's no way she should
agree to help him rebuild if she wants to keep her heart intact, and yet it's
impossible to stay away...
The flames that destroyed Anthony Cross's beloved bar are
nothing compared to the heat he feels every time he lays eyes on Claudia. But
he can't have her—it's against paranormal law for a vampire to date a human.
Besides, he has some dangerous enemies, and one in particular already has her
sights on Claudia. He owes her the truth—both about his feelings and his
vampire nature—which means their lives are about to get hotter than ever...
Praise for Kissing with Fangs:
“Taking readers on a ride that is both uplifting and heavy
with emotion, Chase constructs a cast of intriguing characters set amidst a
flurry of paranormal activity.” —RT Book Reviews
“Fun, quirky, and chalk full of adventure and romance.”
—BTSe Magazine
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Ashlyn Chase describes herself as an Almond Joy bar. A little nutty, a little flaky, but basically
sweet, wanting only to give her readers a satisfying experience. She holds a
degree in behavioral sciences, worked as a psychiatric RN for several years and
spent a few more years working for the American Red Cross. She credits her sense of humor to her former
careers since comedy helped preserve whatever was left of her sanity. She is a multi-published, award-winning
author of humorous erotic and paranormal romances, represented by the Seymour
Agency. She lives in beautiful New Hampshire with her true-life hero husband
who looks like Hugh Jackman with a salt and pepper dye job, and they’re owned
by a spoiled brat cat. For more information, please visit www.ashlynchase.com,
like her on Facebook, https://www.facebook.com/AuthorAshlynChase and follow her
on Twitter, https://twitter.com/#!/GoddessAsh.
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-- Lynda Again,
Want to enter the drawing for the set of Flirting With Fangs books? Send an email to
( lynda@lyndakscott.com) with Fangs in the subject line and your name and address in the body of the email. Do this by Friday, March 14. On Saturday, my alien kitten Wookie will select a winner from all the
entrants and I'll contact the winner. Good luck!
Lynda
Want to enter the drawing for the set of Flirting With Fangs books? Send an email to
( lynda@lyndakscott.com) with Fangs in the subject line and your name and address in the body of the email. Do this by Friday, March 14. On Saturday, my alien kitten Wookie will select a winner from all the
Lynda
Contact me:
Website http://www.lyndakscott.com.
Twitter: http://twitter.com/LyndaKScott
Facebook Author Page: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Lynda-K-Scott/201599553208653
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