Blurb Blitz w/Giveaway: Shifted In Seattle by Lisa Medley
Shifted in Seattle
by Lisa Medley
GENRE: paranormal romance
Lisa Medley will be awarding a Sasquatch Swag Pack: a Bigfoot of chocolate, Jack Link's Squatch sticks and Shifted in Seattle bookmarks to a randomly drawn (U.S. only) winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Please visit GoddessFish.com to follow the tour, remember the more you comment better your chances on winning.
No one's ever captured a Sasquatch. Until now. Sasquatches have roamed the Pacific Northwest for centuries, hiding in the wilds of the northern territories and protected by the Lummi nation.When Seattle author Ethan Lane’s secret is exposed after a first date with Ruby Parsons goes wonderfully right, then horribly wrong, he’s faced with betraying his clan or losing his only chance at true love and a normal life. Sometimes love gets hairy.
A friend indeed… excerpt: This is right before the big date!
Ruby finished the last paragraph of The Call of Cthulhu on her phone then reread it once more. She’d reread it each of the past three nights like she was cramming for finals. One passage stood out to her. “Who knows the end? What has risen may sink, and what has sunk may rise. Loathsomeness waits and dreams in the deep and decay spreads over the tottering cities of men.”
Right. The perfect romance-inspiring fiction to bond over. Clearly, they were a match made in Heaven.
“Quit making that face,” Claire said, pulling up to the curb in front of the theater.
“I can’t. I’m nervous.”
“Then let me come with you, like I promised.”
Ruby shook her head then stuffed her phone into her tiny purse. “No. I can do this. It’s a public place. Look, there’s a line already. I’ll be fine.”
“At intermission, you go to the bathroom and text me an update. I want to know how it’s going. Text me again at eleven, when it’s over. I’ll come get you then or, if you want to go out for drinks or something, I’ll pick you up there. Do not get into a car with him, though. Do you understand?”
Ruby sighed. “Now you’re concerned?”
“Cautiously optimistic and 78 percent sure he’s not a serial killer.”
“That’s a much lower percentage than you stated earlier. You’re not helping.”
“I’m kidding.” Claire unlocked the car doors. “Promise about the texting. I’m fifteen minutes away. Don’t make me put your face on a milk carton. I’ll use the one I took after you pulled your stocking cap off after skiing at Snoqualmie.”
“These are serious times. The stakes are high.”
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Lisa has always enjoyed reading about monsters in love and now she writes about them, because monsters need love too. She adores beasties of all sorts, fictional as well as real, and has a farm full of them in her Southwest Missouri home, including: one child, one husband, two dogs, two cats, a dozen hens, thousands of Italian bees, and a guinea pig. She may or may not keep a complete zombie apocalypse bug-out bag in her trunk at all times, including a machete. Just. In. Case.