Since this is my very first blog hop - and my book, Mirage won't hit shelves until January 2015, I am going to give away a $10.00 Amazon Gift Card to the best comment left right here!!
Sizzle enough, for ya?
Now go enjoy all the wonderful authors along this blog hop!!
Saturday, September 20, 2014
Wednesday, September 10, 2014
Teaser- Excerpt From Mirage
As promised here is a excerpt from my upcoming, debut novel - Mirage!
Flagging down a waitress I ordered another drink as I rubbed my tired feet. I would probably live to regret it in the morning, but I was far from finished dancing.
That's when I first noticed him sitting at an adjacent table. Not because he was slightly older than most of the crowd. He wasn't the only over twenty-five patron in the building. It was him. He had to of been the most perfect specimen of the male species I'd ever seen. There he sat, by himself, taking in the crowd, and from time to time casting a glance my way.
The waitress returned, setting my drink in front of me. All the while this mysterious handsome stranger sat there quietly, nursing his drink. I cast a glance over at him. He obviously thought a lot of himself. He was meticulously dressed, his dark hair well coiffed, as was his goatee. That face...chiseled, and ruggedly flawless. His eyes, well his eyes were a shade of deep blue I don't think I'd ever seen before. All this magnificent maleness sitting right before me. I concluded he must be somebody important, judging by the way he carried himself and the meticulous dress. But who?
He lifted his glass my way in a mock salute just as Chase and his dance partner slid into their seats laughing and chatting rather loudly. When I was finally able to scope this Adonis out further, he was nowhere to be found. His seat empty, his glass sitting on the table the only reminder he'd been real.©ChelseaBlackstone2014
Flagging down a waitress I ordered another drink as I rubbed my tired feet. I would probably live to regret it in the morning, but I was far from finished dancing.
That's when I first noticed him sitting at an adjacent table. Not because he was slightly older than most of the crowd. He wasn't the only over twenty-five patron in the building. It was him. He had to of been the most perfect specimen of the male species I'd ever seen. There he sat, by himself, taking in the crowd, and from time to time casting a glance my way.
The waitress returned, setting my drink in front of me. All the while this mysterious handsome stranger sat there quietly, nursing his drink. I cast a glance over at him. He obviously thought a lot of himself. He was meticulously dressed, his dark hair well coiffed, as was his goatee. That face...chiseled, and ruggedly flawless. His eyes, well his eyes were a shade of deep blue I don't think I'd ever seen before. All this magnificent maleness sitting right before me. I concluded he must be somebody important, judging by the way he carried himself and the meticulous dress. But who?
He lifted his glass my way in a mock salute just as Chase and his dance partner slid into their seats laughing and chatting rather loudly. When I was finally able to scope this Adonis out further, he was nowhere to be found. His seat empty, his glass sitting on the table the only reminder he'd been real.©ChelseaBlackstone2014
Friday, September 5, 2014
Mirage Is Now Available For Pre-Sale!
I am so excited! This is my first blog post, and I have such exciting news to share!
My first full length novel, Mirage is now available for pre-sale at Smashwords! Other sites to follow as Smashwords get it up. The release date is scheduled for January 3, 2015! Here's the hyperlink, along with an exclusive sneek peak excerpt!
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/473313
**Cover is not the final one**
My first full length novel, Mirage is now available for pre-sale at Smashwords! Other sites to follow as Smashwords get it up. The release date is scheduled for January 3, 2015! Here's the hyperlink, along with an exclusive sneek peak excerpt!
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/473313
We were having a
fabulous time at one of the city's hottest techno-pop clubs Chase insisted we
check out. I danced until I thought my feet would fall off. I couldn't remember
the last time I'd had so much fun dancing. The music, lights and atmosphere
were precisely what the doctor ordered. It was also a great way to burn off
some of the mega calorie Italian pasta we'd consumed a few hours before.
Feigning I needed a
break, I left the packed dance floor in search of our table. Chase blew me a
kiss as he grabbed some Goth looking brunette he'd found and headed deeper amid
the grinding bodies. He'd always been a party boy. He lived for Friday's when
we were in college.
I sat and watched as I
sipped my drink which had become much watered down from neglect. Flagging down
a waitress I ordered another as I rubbed my tired foot. I would probably live
to regret it in the morning, but I was far from finished dancing.
That's when I first
noticed him sitting at an adjacent table. Not because he was slightly older
than most of the crowd. He wasn't the only over twenty-five patron in the
building. It was him. He had to of been the most perfect specimen of the male
species I'd ever seen. There he sat, by himself, taking in the crowd and from
time to time casting a glance my way.
The waitress returned,
setting my drink in front of me. All the while this mysterious handsome
stranger sat. I cast a glance over at him. He obviously thought a lot of
himself. He was meticulously dressed, his dark hair well coiffed, as was his
goatee. That face...chiseled, and ruggedly flawless. His eyes, well his eyes
were a shade of deep blue I don't think I'd ever seen before. All this
magnificent maleness sitting right before me. I concluded he must be somebody
important, judging by the way he carried himself and the meticulous dress. But
who?
He lifted his glass my
way in a mock salute just as Chase and his dance partner slid into their seats
laughing and chatting rather loudly. When I was finally able to scope this
Adonis out further, he was nowhere to be found. His seat empty, his glass sitting
on the table the only reminder he'd been real.
Copyright(c)CdBlackstone2014
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