 
FIRE
INSIDE by Kristen Ashley (March 25, 2014; Forever Mass Market; $8.00)
Lanie
Heron isn't looking for love-no surprise, considering her last serious
relationship nearly got her killed. So when Lanie propositions Hop Kincaid,
all she wants is one wild night with the hot-as-hell biker who patrols with
the Chaos Motorcycle Club . . .
For
Hop, Lanie has always been untouchable. She's too polished and too classy for
his taste. But when she gives Hop the once-over with her bedroom eyes and
offers him a night in paradise, he can't say no. And he doesn't regret it
when he finds that Lanie is the best thing that's ever happened to him-in or
out of bed. Now the trick will be to convince her of that.
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Excerpt from FIRE
INSIDE by Kristen Ashley
Hop came out of the bathroom to see
Lanie on her feet on the other side of the bed, panties on, hands twisted
behind her back putting her bra on. Again.
He didn’t say a word. He prowled to her,
reached out an arm the second he was close, yanked her to him and fell to his
back in the bed, taking her down with him.
“Hop—” she started, pushing her weight
against his arms, but he slid her off him then wasted no time rolling over
her and pinning her to his bed.
“Sleep,” he ordered when he caught her
eyes in the weak dawn. “After rest, I’ll get coffee, we’ll juice up, then
round four.”
She blinked and breathed, “Four?”
“Got lots more I want to do to you,” he
informed her and watched her eyes go soft, sexier, then her teeth came out to
graze her lush lower lip, also fucking sexy, and her arms slid around him.
But she asked, “What about Tack and
Ty-Ty?”
“I’ll make sure the coast is clear,” he
told her.
“But they’ll see my car,” she told him.
“I’ll move it,” he offered.
Her hand slid up his back, around his
shoulder, and then to his neck where her thumb moved to stroke him.
Her touch was light but, fuck, it felt
good. He’d never had a woman touch him in an unconscious way like that, just
a touch, a stroke, giving something that meant nothing at the same time doing
it without thinking about it meant everything.
Shit.
Complicated.
“This is just supposed to be one night,”
she reminded him quietly, but he saw it in her eyes. She didn’t even try to
hide it. She’d bitten off more than she could chew.
He had too and he was nowhere near done
eating.
She was cute. She was sweet. She was
hot. She was better than he expected and he’d expected her to be pretty
fucking good. All that wrapped in a package that gorgeous?
Yeah.
He was nowhere near done eating.
“Change of plans. A night and a morning
and, maybe, an afternoon and, possibly, another night,” he amended, and her
eyes got softer as her hand slid up to cup his jaw.
“I have to work,” she told him.
“Call off,” he told her.
“I can’t. I own the joint.” She
explained something he knew, that she ran her own advertising agency. “And
things are a bit crazy.”
Things were always crazy for Lanie. The
woman lived crazy. She thrived on it. If there wasn’t crazy, she stirred it
up because she couldn’t breathe without it.
“Babe,” he pressed his body into hers,
“told you, got more I want to do to you.”
About
the Author
Kristen
Ashley grew up in Brownsburg, Indiana, and has lived in Denver, Colorado, and
the West Country of England. Thus she has been blessed to have friends and
family around the globe. Her posse is loopy (to say the least) but loopy is
good when you want to write.
Kristen was raised in a house with a large and multigenerational family. They lived on a very small farm in a small town in the heartland, and Kristen grew up listening to the strains of Glenn Miller, The Everly Brothers, REO Speedwagon, and Whitesnake. Needless to say, growing up in a house full of music and love was a good way to grow up. And as she keeps growing up, it keeps getting b0etter.
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Tuesday, March 25, 2014
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Tuesday, February 4, 2014
Launch Day Blitz, Excerpt & Giveaway: Kaleidoscope by Kristen Ashley
KALEIDOSCOPE
by Kristen Ashley (February 4, 2014; Forever E-Book; $3.99)
Sexy,
gifted, and loyal, PI Jacob Decker is a tall, cool drink of perfection who had
Emmanuelle Holmes at "hello." His relationship with Emme's best
friend kept them apart for years, but things have changed. Now that a case
has brought him to Gnaw Bone, Colorado, the road is wide open for Emme and
Deck to explore something hotter and deeper than Emme dreamed possible. So
why is she sabotaging the best thing that's ever happened to her?
It isn't easy to catch Deck off guard, but Emme does just that when she walks back into his life after nine long years. The curvy brunette had her charms back in the day, but now she's a bona fide knockout . . . and she wants to rekindle their friendship. Deck, however, wants more. Emme's always been the one; she excites Deck's body and mind like no other woman can. But a dark chapter from Emme's past overshadows their future together. Now only Deck can help her turn the page-if she'll let him . . .
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“Sometimes,” Chace started, and his tone
was cautious, “girls like her, girls like she used to be who turn into girls
like she is now, get a guy’s attention, a good-lookin’ guy like that, and
they can go—”
Deck cut him off. “Chace, you know Emme.
You know that’s bullshit. She’s always known her own mind. And she’s always
been cool. Even when she wasn’t a knockout, she wasn’t that kind of person.”
“It’s been years, Deck,” Chace reminded
him. “A lot of them. People change, and it isn’t lost on either of us she has
in a big way.”
“Yeah, and I just met her on the street.
I’m havin’ dinner with her tonight and she looks good, man, but she acts the
same. And her man is a dick but he’s also a moron. So he’s no boss,” Deck
declared and looked at Shaughnessy. “And you just got yourself a maverick.”
The mood in the room shifted. It had
been alert. Now it was relieved.
Shaughnessy was the only one who didn’t
want Deck stepping in.
The rest of them, after all they’d seen
for the past few years, wanted this done, and they were willing to take risks
to get that.
“Terrific,” Shaughnessy muttered, his
eyes moving through the room.
“Decker, this needs to be discussed,”
Douglas stated, and Deck looked to him.
“You want me on the team, we talk money.
I’ll give a discount, see this shit sorted. I’ll want a full brief. I’ll want
the entire file. I won’t take orders. I’ll keep you in the know of what I do
and what I find. But, just sayin’, that woman means something to me.” He
threw out a hand toward the whiteboard. “So even if you don’t put me on the
team and pay me, I’ll still be seein’ her clear of this shit.”
“You can’t let her know we’re
investigating her boyfriend,” Carole said swiftly.
“This isn’t my first rodeo,” Deck
returned. “What’s goin’ down, I wouldn’t fuck your investigation. But she’s
still clear and she’s clear in no more than a week. Not months. Not as long
as it’ll take you to track this crew, the way you’re goin’, and stop their
shit.”
“As contract to this task force, you
cannot engage in illegal activities. We can’t prosecute with fruit from the
poisonous tree,” Douglas told him.
“Again, not my first rodeo,” Deck
replied.
“You have a crew or do you work alone?”
Henry asked.
“This, I’ll be bringin’ in my crew,”
Deck answered.
“They’ll all need to see me,” Douglas stated.
“Contract is signed, you all work for my department until the case is done.”
Deck nodded and his eyes went to Chace.
“Want a picture of that board, want the file.”
“Deck, not sure this is a good idea. You
got a conflict of interest with this—”
Deck again cut Chace off. “This is
Emme.”
“I know it’s Emme,” Chace shot back,
concerned for Deck and losing patience because of it. “Until just now, I had
no idea you’d react the way you have when you saw it was Emme. So Emme’s the
goddamned conflict of interest.”
“You know her,” Deck whispered, also
losing patience, and he watched his friend’s face. Definite concern but also
indecision.
He knew Emme.
Chace went from the academy into
Carnal’s Police Department and stayed there but that didn’t mean Deck didn’t
spend time with Chace throughout all Deck’s travels. Chace had met Elsbeth.
Chace had spent time with her. And with Elsbeth came Emme. So Chace had spent
time with Emme too.
“Her change is remarkable, Deck,” Chace
noted again. “That’s something to take into account.”
At his words, Deck felt the ghost of her
fingers digging into his shoulder through his coat. Saw the dimple. Heard her
call him honey.
And he knew her history. Elsbeth told
him. He knew what she’d survived. He knew what made her what she was.
He didn’t know what made her what she
was now, but he was going to find out at dinner.
Last,
he knew Emme would not be a part of a crew who burgled homes across an entire
county and recruited high school students to do it. Not for the attention of
the likes Dane McFarland. Not for money. Not for power. Not for anything.
“She’s up first. I investigate her.
Clear her. Then clear her of this shit,” Deck stated.
“You work that with me,” Chace returned.
“Suit yourself. But dinner with Emme
tonight is just her and me.”
Chace studied him.
Deck took it then looked to Douglas.
“You got a file for me?”
“It’ll be delivered to your house by
three thirty,” Douglas replied.
“Contracts will be emailed to you by
then. My crew will be in tomorrow at eight to be deputized,” Deck replied.
“You gonna be with them?” Douglas asked.
“Wouldn’t miss that shit for the world,”
Deck answered, cut his eyes through the people in the room, noting Henry
Gibbons looked amused, Mick Shaughnessy looked annoyed, Carole Weatherspoon
looked reflective and Chace still looked worried.
Then he walked out of office, out of the
station and to his truck.
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About the Author
Kristen
Ashley grew up in Brownsburg, Indiana, and has lived in Denver, Colorado, and
the West Country of England. Thus she has been blessed to have friends and
family around the globe. Her posse is loopy (to say the least) but loopy is
good when you want to write.
Kristen was raised in a house with a large and multigenerational family. They lived on a very small farm in a small town in the heartland, and Kristen grew up listening to the strains of Glenn Miller, The Everly Brothers, REO Speedwagon, and Whitesnake. Needless to say, growing up in a house full of music and love was a good way to grow up. And as she keeps growing up, it keeps getting better.
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Monday, November 4, 2013
Jagged by Kristen Ashley Launch Day Blitz & Giveaway
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5, 2013; Forever/E-Book; $3.99; 978-1-4555-9914-1
Book Summary
Zara Cinders always knew Ham Reece
was the one, but he wasn't interested in settling down. When she found
someone who was, Ham walked out of her life. Three years later, Zara's lost
her business, her marriage, and she's barely getting by in a tiny apartment
on the wrong side of the tracks. As soon as Ham hears about Zara's plight,
he's on her doorstep offering her a lifeline. Now, it will take every ounce
of will power she possesses to resist all that he offers.
Ham was always a traveling man, never one to
settle down in one town, with one woman, for more time than absolutely
necessary. But Ham's faced his own demons, and he's learned a lot. About
himself, and about the life he knows he's meant to live. So when he hears
that Zara's having a rough time, he wants to be the one to help. In fact, he
wants to do more than that for Zara. A lot more. But first, he must prove to
Zara that he's a changed man.
Excerpt
When I saw who was
outside, my mouth dropped open.
Luckily, the
doorbell buzzing stopped.
Unluckily, the last
person on earth I wanted to see was standing outside my door.
“Jesus, you don’t
have a peephole?” Ham growled, looking incensed and Graham Reece looking, or
worse, being
incensed was a very bad thing. I’d learned that five months ago.
I didn’t have it in
me to concern myself with Ham being incensed. I was more concerned with him
being there
at all.
To express this, I
asked, “What the hell?”
“Open the fuckin’
door, Zara.”
I stared a beat,
then pulled myself together.
This was not
happening.
We were done.
I pushed the door
closed.
The problem with
this was it didn’t work, seeing as the toe of Ham’s boot was wedged between it
and the jamb.
“Open the door,
Zara,” he repeated.
“We’re done,” I told
him through the gap in the door. “Move your foot.”
“Open the door.”
“We’re done, Ham,” I
snapped.
“Right, then move
back.”
“What?”
He didn’t repeat his
order. He moved his foot but only so he could rear back and plant his shoulder
in the door.
The chain popped
right open, as did the door, and I went flying.
I righted myself as
Ham, now in my apartment, slammed the door.
“You’re payin’ for
that!” I yelled.
His eyes were beyond
me, examining my new space as his mouth moved.
“Not a problem. I’ll
reimburse what they take out of your security deposit when we move you out of
this dump.”
I didn’t know what
he meant and I also didn’t care.
I switched subjects.
“How did you get
here so fast?” I asked, and his eyes finally came to me.
“I hope to Christ
you didn’t miss local gossip because you’re spendin’ your days at Deluxe Home
Store and your nights at some titty bar.”
“I’m not working at
a titty bar, Ham, so you can stop concerning yourself with me and move on”—I
paused—“again.”
I bit off the last word then what he said penetrated and I asked, “What
gossip?”
“Managing The Dog,
Zara, have been for a week. I live in Gnaw Bone.”
I felt my eyes get
huge as my stomach clenched.
“You’re managing The
Dog?” I whispered, aghast.
“Yeah. And you just
got a new job. You start after you work out your notice at Deluxe,” he
returned.
“What?” This also
came out quiet and horrified.
“You’re waitressin’
for me. Shit hours but, if I remember correctly and since the view hasn’t
changed except to get better, with your face, tits, and ass, great tips. In the
meantime, we’re movin’ you out of this shithole and, you don’t got a girl who
can take you on, you’re bunkin’ with me.”
Bunking with him?
Was he high?
“I am not
moving in with you,” I declared.
Author Bio
Kristen Ashley grew up in
Brownsburg, Indiana, and has lived in Denver, Colorado, and the West Country
of England. Thus she has been blessed to have friends and family around the
globe. Her posse is loopy (to say the least) but loopy is good when you want
to write.
Kristen was raised in a house with a large and multigenerational family. They lived on a very small farm in a small town in the heartland, and Kristen grew up listening to the strains of Glenn Miller, The Everly Brothers, REO Speedwagon, and Whitesnake. Needless to say, growing up in a house full of music and love was a good way to grow up. And as she keeps growing up, it keeps getting better.
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