Wednesday, March 12, 2014

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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We’re half way through my excerpt-sharing virtual tour for my latest release, Kissing with Fangs. If you like what you read today, be sure to check out the previous posts and what’s coming up the rest of this week for a sneak peak at this book. The schedule is listed below!

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

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12 comments:

Victoria Adams said...

Great excerpt and chest - I mean - tattoo ;-)
Tweeted.

Lynda K. Scott said...

Great excerpt! Readers, don't forget...you can see my reviews of the three books in the series by clicking their titles above. Enjoy!

Dreamers Night said...

Fantastic <3 seriously. Thanks for sharing it :)

Alison B said...

Awesome excerpt! Love Claudia stashing empty beer bottles everywhere!

Jacqueline Seewald said...

I enjoyed the excerpt. Congrats on the new novel.

VenusBookluvr said...

Another fantastic excerpt to a fabulous read! I highly recommend this one folks and the whole series :-)

JoAnna said...

Love this series!

Unknown said...

Thank you to everyone who left comments yesterday! I was running around like a nut preparing for today's snow/sleet storm.
It's coming down pretty steadily, but so far it's not as bad as they made it sound.
The worst thing is the deep freeze and high winds that are supposed to follow right on it's heels. I hate power outages.

Ashlyn Chase said...

Der,
That 'unknown' commenter was me. I'm not used to my new iPad and the fact that I have to sign in again each time. Sorry!

Victoria said...

Ashlyn - you kill me :). I've had an ipad forever and still screw it up all the time.

I love the series. Claudia's addiction is handled so well. The ending was a twist I didn't see coming right away. Loved it.

Ashlyn Chase said...

Thanks, Victoria!

Lynda K. Scott said...

Congrats to Stacie on her win of Ashlyn's books! I know she'll enjoy them as much as I did.

Lynda