Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Luck of Love - Book Tour

Synopsis

Blake Riley thought she could leave her traumatic past behind when she left for college. Starting a new life and moving forward never sounded so good. Living carefree with her best friend in Ocean City New Jersey gave her the freedom she had always hoped for.

But sometimes life isn’t so carefree.

When Blake finds herself torn between the affections of two men, emotions that have been buried for years will be exposed. Derrick, a powerful CEO of a popular casino resort, instantly captivates her. Being drawn into his domineering passion, she bares herself to him in a way she least expected. With Landon, a successful attorney, she can be someone new; someone free from her haunting past. Each man evokes a different side of Blake. As both relationships grow stronger, walls will slowly begin to crack.

What will happen when the past slowly creeps its way into the present?

With two worlds filled with secrets and lies, it’s only a matter of time before they crash and truths are revealed.



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About Tiffany
I am 27 years old, with a wonderful family. My husband is in the Army, and we have two wonderful children. Ashley and I have been best of friends since we were 13. I recently graduated from South University with my Associate's Degree as a Paralegal. I enjoy listening to music, playing with my kids, and going to the beach, and anything that has to do with the outdoors pretty much.

I’ve always liked to write, but never really had an interest in reading until the summer of 2012. I am so excited to be taking my writing journey with Ashley, and we cannot wait for everyone to get their hands on Luck of Love, which is the first installment in the Luck Series. I have many authors that I consider my favorite so I’ll just name a few: E.L. James, SC Stephens, Molly McAdams, Rebecca Donovan, K.A Linde, Marie Coulson, and S.H. Kolee. 


About Ashley

Ashley grew up in Texas but now has joined her husband to reside in North Dakota. She is a military wife and mother to two adorable children.  She’s always wanted to travel having grown up in a small town. Her interest in reading sparked last summer and now she’s a lost cause without her e-reader.  Since she loves to travel, the places she gets to go in her fictional books are what any girl could ask for.

When Ashley isn’t glued to her computer you can find her outdoors either playing with her children or relaxing and enjoying the sun reading a good romance novel.





EXCERPT #3:

Nearing a group of guys at the middle of the bar, I look at them and ask, “How’s it going this evening?” After what Derrick just said, I’m a little on edge.  It’s not that I’ve never been complimented before, it just doesn’t happen often.  The guys all greet me back in unison.  I can see the guy in the middle of the group, sitting directly across from where I’m standing, won’t take his eyes off me.  Feeling an uneasiness setting in I hesitantly ask, “What can I get for y’all?”

Calling their drink orders out to me at the same time, I begin pouring shots and filling glasses of beer simultaneously.  Passing out their drinks, I look to the guy in the middle and realize he’d not called out his drink order with the rest of them.

Nodding in his direction, I cautiously ask, “And what about you?”

“I want a Jack and Coke on the rocks.” His breath reeks of whiskey when he answers.  Taking a couple of steps back from him for fear I might get drunk off his breath alone, I mix his drink, purposely making it weak.

I hand him his drink, and he grins at me while drumming his fingers against the bar with the beat to the song that’s playing over the loud speakers.  Placing the edge of the glass up to his lips, he tips it back before the edge even makes a connection.  Liquor and coke spill down the front of him like a waterfall.  Instantly he’s jumping up off the barstool swiping at his drenched clothes.  With wide eyes, I try to stifle a laugh as he looks over at me with menacing eyes.  Slamming the glass down on the bar, the sound alone makes me jump.  Frozen still from the fear seeping into my veins, the guy points at the glass and yells, “Well don’t just fucking stand there.  Make me another fuckin’ drink bitch, and hand me a towel while you’re at it.”

With wide eyes, I clench my fists so tight my nails pierce the skin of my palms.  Rage rises up in me like a volcano on the verge of eruption.  Red is all I see as the veins in my neck begin to bulge and I yell back, “Fuck you!  Take your drunk ass and get the fuck out!”

His eyes bulges as he lunges towards me trying to make his way across the bar.  Stepping back, I slam into the liquor shelf behind me.  I see Derrick pulling the man off the bar backwards by the collar of his shirt.  In a flash, Derrick has the guy in a chokehold and one of his arms tucked behind and into his back.  The guy’s free arm pulls at Derrick’s forearm as Derrick leans down.  With an acerbic tone, he tells the guy, “You need to apologize now.”

Watching the scene unfold in front of me, the loser’s friends rush toward Derrick, but when they see his expression, they slowly back away.  Red faced, the guy’s eyes dart back and forth between his friends when he squeaks out from behind the crushing power of Derrick’s arm around his throat, “Fuck you,” he spits out.

“Wrong answer, asshole, try again,” Derrick says through gritted teeth.  I watch as Derrick’s arm tightens around the guy’s throat.

I can tell he’s about to pass out when he croaks out, “I…I’m…sor…sorry.”

Releasing a good amount of pressure from around the guy’s throat, Derrick asks me, “How much does this asshole owe you?”

“Don’t worry about it.  I don’t want his fuckin’ money.  I just want him to get the hell out,” I answer back. 

Quickly I glance over in Dean’s direction yelling for him to remove this piece of shit, but he doesn’t hear me.  He’s standing half way in and half way out of the bar checking IDs, letting more and more people in.

Nodding, Derrick releases the guy, shoving him away from the bar.  Waving his hand towards the door he says, “Walk, motherfucker, you heard her.  She said get the fuck out.”  Shaking his arms and cracking his neck from side to side, the guy looks between me and Derrick then turns around cussing his friends out for not helping him and leaving with them in tow.



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