Welcome to my tour stop on the All Over You Blog Tour! Today, Ayden has a brand new excerpt and teasers for us!
Ivy Kendall’s only plan for her life was to teach, but then it all fell apart…
When Rory Clark disappears from UCLA after a lengthy online relationship with a “catfish” pretending to be Ivy, the sassy former model turned kindergarten teacher is forced to dive headfirst into the mystery in order to clear her name. The catfishing phenomenon meets good, old-fashioned police work when Cameron Lewis, a bossy San Francisco detective with a dominant streak, offers to help her uncover the awful truth about her stolen identity and Rory’s disappearance.
They’ve barely scratched the surface when Ivy is charged with a murder she swears she didn’t commit.
As the evidence against her piles up and the intense attraction between her and Cameron deepens, Ivy wants nothing more than to lean on the tattooed detective. He’s already seen her at her worse. Now she has to find the courage to trust him with her heart. But how can she when she’s terrified doing so will ruin his career?
Her greatest fear becomes reality when the ugly truth is revealed and their lives come tumbling down around them.
Betrayed by the one person she never suspected, Ivy makes a reckless decision that puts her in the sights of a murderer and jeopardizes Cameron’s career. He will do whatever it takes to save the woman he loves…even if that means becoming a killer himself.
Will he be able to reach her before it’s too late, or will Rory’s catfish take more than just one life?
All Over You is a completely standalone sister novel to the All Falls Down duo, intended for readers 18+
I’m between sets when Erin slips into Mitch’s around eleven, her hair hanging in ringlets down her back. She’s in a flirty black dress paired with a jean jacket and cowboy boots. And she is definitely wearing her good bra if the cleavage she’s sporting is any indication. A few appreciative gazes follow her as she slides into the corner booth across from me, but she doesn’t notice.
“Sorry,” she says. “I had to run errands and I lost track of time. Getting anywhere in this city on a Friday night is a pain in the ass. Are you going to finish these?” She point at my cheese fries, and then reaches out and snags one, popping it into her mouth before I can answer. I push them toward her, too full to eat anything else. “Nice crowd,” she says, her gaze darting around the room before she turns back to me. She pops another cheese fry into her mouth. “Any hotties tonight?”
“The guy in the back.” I shift my gaze in his direction, subtly pointing him out to her. He’s in the very back corner of the bar, sitting in a dark booth by himself, nursing a beer. He’s been there all night, staring at me. I haven’t been able to get a good look at him, but what I have seen? Damn. With dark hair, deep golden skin, and a day’s worth of scruff on his face, he’s gorgeous. Bold tattoos peek from beneath the arms of the simple black tee he’s wearing. He’s big, powerful, his jeans and tee stretching over the muscles they encase. If anyone in the bar fits the hottie bill, it’s him.
“Damn,” Erin says, licking her lips.
“He’s been staring at me all night,” I grumble, not sure if I’m more irritated or turned on. And that’s a mystery in and of itself. Since when did complete strangers make heat pool low in my stomach? Apparently since Tall, Dark and Brooding walked into the bar and parked his fine ass in the corner.
“Of course he has.” Erin rolls her eyes. “You look hot.”
“Thanks.” My jet black hair is up in an intricate braid, and I’m wearing just enough makeup to make my green eyes pop, but my dress is shorter and tighter than I usually wear. I love the way the slinky material feels against my skin. The top is a halter with the bottom barely reaching mid-thigh. The dark purple color seems to shimmer under the lights of the stage. I love the way it looks.
“Hey.” Erin grabs Mitch by the hand as he starts to pass by.
“What’s up, doll?” he asks, winking at her. Mitch is an incurable flirt. He’s also old enough to be her father, but that’s never stopped him. In the year I’ve known him, he’s never lacked for female companionship either, so clearly the whole charming rogue thing is working for him.
“The guy in the back. Who is he?”
Mitch turns to look over his shoulder, his light eyes narrowing on the mystery man.”Don’t know. Why?” He turns those eyes on me, crossing his arms over his muscular chest. “Is he bothering you?”
“No,” I wave him off before he can get all protective. Staring isn’t a crime. I don’t want the guy tossed out because he’s a little too focused on me. “He’s fine.”
“Promise.” I shoot Mitch a grin before my gaze darts back to the guy. He’s watching me again, and our eyes meet. He doesn’t look away, instead boldly holding my gaze. Screw it. Two can plan this game. Crossing my arms over my chest, I tip my chin up and narrow my eyes, glaring at him. The corners of his lips lift in a subtle smirk, almost like he knows I’m silently calling him out and is challenging me. I arch a brow, ignoring the little thrill that zings through me at the gleam in his eyes. God, those eyes. They’re penetrating, captivating. I’ve never seen such dark gray eyes before, and it’s hot. He is hot, scorching.The way he watches me with that cocky smirk on his face is dominating. He’s in charge, and he knows it. I think my body does too. Heat races through me, my nipples hardening. A bead of sweat rolls down the back of my neck as I clench and unclench my fingers. I’m dying to shift around beneath the weight of his gaze to relieve the ache between my thighs. The tip of his tongue peeks out from between his lips, and he narrows his eyes at me. He’s no longer challenging me to look away first, he’s demanding it. Every line of his body screams that command. Heat rolls over me in a wave. Every inch of me burns white hot at the way he’s focusing on me, drawing me in…silently demanding I submit. I drop my gaze to the table, my heart racing. What the hell? I take a deep breath and then another. My face is burning hot, probably flushed bright red. When I finally gather the nerve to peek up at him again, it’s to see him striding toward the doors, his jeans hugging that fine ass just right. My attention stays glued to him until the door swings closed behind him. He doesn’t look back.
“The hell was that?” Erin asks, tossing a coaster at me.I startle when it lands against my chest, and then blush.
“That was him offering to strip her naked and f**k her on the table,” Mitch says. My blush deepens.
“Think she would have let him?” Erin teases, grinning at me.
“F**k yeah, she would have.” Mitch throws his head back and laughs loudly when I groan.
“I hate both of you,” I mutter, rolling my eyes. Though secretly…I think they’re probably right.
Ayden lives in the heart of Arkansas with her childhood sweetheart/husband of twelve years, and their five furry minions. When not writing, she spends her time hiking, reading, volunteering, causing mischief, and building a Spork army. Ayden graduated summa cum laude with her Bachelor of Science degree in Criminal Justice and Forensic
Psychology in 2009 before going on to complete her graduate degree in CJ and Law. She currently puts her education to use in the social services and CJ field. Ayden also writes Young and New Adult fantasy under the penname A.K. Morgen.
I’ve been writing Jasmine and Zane’s story for a few weeks now and whilst I still have some way to go I wanted to share an extract from the first chapter.
Love to know what you think.
‘ ”Run Zane. Warn Lukas. I got this.”
He couldn’t risk replying. Shifting back to his wolf would make him faster but the city streets were full of chattering voices as people hurried to work. He must keep his wolf identity secret from the human world. He backed out of the room with reluctant steps not wanting to leave Lukas’s sister in danger but her message repeated itself in his head, a litany he couldn’t ignore. He must find Lukas. As he crossed the landing and ran down the stairs he considered the best method of communication with the dragon lord; unsure of Lukas’ current whereabouts since he last saw him in the Italian Dolomites.
Outside the sun had climbed higher in the sky, the previous deserted streets now teemed with humanity, fortunately all preoccupied with their own thoughts. It was still a little early for the tourists who sauntered at a more leisurely pace. He walked towards the canal. Using the water as a communication medium would be the quickest way to reach Lukas’ dragon. He walked briskly, his long legs eating up the short distance between the palazzo and the water. As he turned into the square he sensed someone close by. He scanned the crowd, no one seemed interested in him but a supernatural wouldn’t be overt. He looked over his shoulder the titan hair betrayed her, Jasmine.
Zane attributed the multitude of butterflies in his abdomen and his quickening heartbeat to Adrenaline produced by his need for flight rather than sexual excitement at seeing his witchy lover. No time to find out why she was here the demon could be in pursuit. To acknowledge Jasmine’s presence would put her on the demon’s radar. First contact Lukas. No distractions. His hair fell over his eyes as he shook his head to clear Jasmine’s image and the memories it evoked from his mind. She couldn’t be real just another illusion from his fevered imagination. Jasmine dominated his torrid dreams as he relived their passion on a nightly basis. Despite his resolve the timing of her appearance disturbed him. Perhaps the demon picked her out of his subconscious and taunted him? The other explanation bothered him more. If Jasmine sensed the danger he faced she would reach out to him telepathically. Given Jasmine’s clairvoyance and empathy it would explain her appearance. He cleared his mind. Whilst her presence was poignant and worthy of investigation time was short it would have to wait.