Title: The Evolution of Ivy: Poison
Author: Lauren Campbell
Genre: Contemporary Romance with Psychological element
Cover Designer: Murphy Rae from Indie Solutions
Editor: Madison Seidler
Hosted by: Lady Amber's PR
Bringing the mug to my lips, the last drop of lukewarm coffee slides down my throat as the waitress zips by. I sigh, my hand halting in midair before coming to rest on the table again. I can't do much of anything without coffee. Can hardly remember my old name without the heavenly liquid, much less my new one. If I'm going to craft any sort of decent plan to get Brooks back, I'll need a refill.
Despite her Facebook telling me she frequents this place, Eliza is still MIA. Perhaps she isn't eating. Maybe she'll starve to death. But Lord knows I've eaten plenty for the both of us. I'm unwilling to get fat waiting on her, but the smells of freshly cracked eggs and crisping bacon prevent me from simply having a coffee. The breakfast aromas must drift far from the building, because all the self-important losers of Brookhaven keep packing the place like sardines. I'll give it until the end of the week before coming up with another plan. Which would suck, becauseâ
There she is. A crown of blonde shifting nervously from foot to foot at the front door. Two douchebags engage her, because she's prettyâokay, beautiful â¦ whatever. Raised brows and sly smiles adorn their faces. She rolls her eyes. Raises a hand to flaunt the rock that should be on my finger instead. Stubborn, they keep trying. She steps to the counter, shakes her head at the staff, then shrugs in exasperation. A whoosh of hair as she spins around, heading for the door.
Every day until the wedding is precious. I can't let her go. Without thinking it through, I bolt from the table. My feet are quick as I beeline for her, and then fingertips finally connect with her shoulder. âHey!â
She spins, blue eyes staring at my own. Unable to speak, I stare back. I'm afraid, terrified she will recognize me, even though she couldn't. It's impossible. I don't even resemble Ivy."
Welcome Chrys. I'm thrilled you stopped by to share a little about yourself and your latest release. Let's begin by playing the question game.
My Question for Chrys: If you could be any of your characters, who would you choose and why?
I’m tempted to say Beth Kennedy from the Disaster Crimes Series because of her love with Donovan Goldwyn and her strength, but when I thought of everything she’s gone through—a hurricane, earthquake, and now a tsunami—I paused and changed my mind. I put this woman through the ringer. I created her and I love her, but I don’t think I’d want to be her.
The character I would like to be is little known…she is Avrianna Heavenborn from Ghost of Death. I also put her through the ringer in her unpublished books, but she is so fascinating that I could forget those things. You see, she has supernatural abilities that are literally out-of-this-world. Her hands can burst into flame, nothing can break her skin, and she has exceptional strength. She’s also stunning with silvery-blonde hair and neon green eyes. I can’t share anything about her story, as I am hoping to one day publish more about her, but there are a few other things besides her powers and looks which makes being her even more desirable. Remember her name. One day, when her series is published, you’ll be able to find out just what I mean. ;)
Please tell us about your latest release, Tsunami Crimes.
Beth and Donovan have come a long way from Hurricane Sabrina and the San Francisco earthquake. Now they are approaching their wedding day and anxiously waiting to promise each other a lifetime of love. The journey down the aisle isn’t smooth, though, as they receive threats from the followers of the notorious criminal, Jackson Storm. They think they’ll be safe in Hawaii, but distance can’t stop these killers. Not even a tsunami can.
This monstrous wave is the most devastating disaster Beth has ever faced. It leaves her beaten, frightened. Is she a widow on her honeymoon? As she struggles to hold herself together and find Donovan, she’s kidnapped by Jackson's men.
Fearing her dead, Donovan searches the rubble and shelters with no luck. The thought of her being swept out to sea is almost too much for him to bear, but the reality is much worse. She’s being used as bait to get him to fall into a deadly trap.
If they live through this disaster, they may never be the same again.
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Tsunami Crimes sounds amazing! I can't wait to read it. Mind sharing a little about yourself?
Chrys Fey is the author of the Disaster Crimes Series. She is a blogger, reader, auntie, vegetarian, and cat Lover. Get Lightning Crimes (Disaster Crimes 2.5) for FREE!
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Thank you so much for stopping by today, Chrys!
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Country Boy on the Rocks
(Sure to be the cure for what ails ya)
Serves 10 [16 oz. size]
32 ounces unsweetened brewed black tea [we call it 'sun' tea because we brew it in the sunshine]
32 ounces lemonade
20 ounces [2 1/2 cups] bourbon
1 bunch [4 oz pkg] fresh mint
2 lemons, sliced into rounds
Directions: stir tea and lemonade in a pitcher and chill in the frig till cold [at least one hour].
To assemble each drink: fill a 16 ounce glass with ice about 2/3 full. Add 2 oz bourbon. Pour tea/lemonade mixture over and stir. Dress with mint and lemon rounds. Enjoy!
“Hanson,” she rasped between swollen, broken lips. “Are you from around here?”
He nodded. “Born and raised. Why?”
“I remember a family with six, maybe seven kids. All were named after the minor archangels. Are you part of that clan?”
“I am. My family owns Hanson Scapes.”
“So, you're from here, too,” he said, feeling more than a little stupid at the lame statement.
Despite the ER doc's warning to not let her talk, Az liked the sound of her voice. She may have lived in Serenity Harbor long enough to know about his mother's obsession with angels, but she hadn't stuck around long.
With her height and that Lauren Bacall voice, a woman with her looks stayed in a man's mind. And this one fell under RLT.
Real Looker Territory.
“My name is Maddy Flynn.”
One of his nastier habits was spitting out the first thing that came to mind. What came out of his mouth earned both feet, one elbow and the opposite fist all in one bite.
“Oh, sure. You're the girl who wants to rehab the whorehouse.”
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For years I would make it a sinful habit to treat myself at least once a week to a cranberry bliss bar and a chai tea latte with egg nog, because they’re only around for a short time, so the belly needs to stock up. But then I decided to try and make my own, that way I could eat a whole pan if I wanted to, and in the comfort of my own home (in the dark in a corner with crumbs all over my face…you get the picture). And voila, I found the perfect recipe that mimics the original, if not improves upon it. Now I just have to figure out how to copy their chai lattes with egg nog and I never have to leave my house again!
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I turned my head around as I continued up the path and his smile was adorably cocky, shit-eating and amused beyond words. So I quickly spun back around to face the path, wondering if I should give him the satisfaction of playing into his comment and questioning it or if I should play my own game and ignore him, let him sweat -I’m not one for head games!
“What the hell did that mean!?” I asked, stopping in my tracks and facing him.
“Relax,” he said. Smile not leaving his eyes or his lips as he gently placed his hands on my shoulders to ground me, “I’m not asking you to marry me right now. But I KNOW for a fact that I am going to marry you. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted and I’ll wait until you’re ready and feel the same, but I WILL make you my wife, Kendra Black.” He shrugged again and smiled that adorable triumphant grin that made my heart melt and leap and spin and dance.
A small smile crept its way on to my face no matter how hard I tried to fight it, damn he was handsome. “Now get moving and stop fretting. I can see by that wrinkle between your brows that you’re worrying. Please don’t.” He turned me around by my shoulders and smacked my butt again until I started hiking. My mind reeling and going in all directions about what he’d just said. And maybe, just maybe, if I’m being 100% honest, thinking of bridal gowns, honeymoon destinations and flowers.
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