Release Blitz: Rising Star by Christine Ashworth
Title: Rising Star
Series: Star Tide #4
Author: Christine Ashworth
Publisher: Boroughs Publishing Group
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 14,
2016
Loud and earthy, comedienne Mia
Martinez-Coleman never met a curse word she didn't like, but smooth
operator Randall Blue--nightclub owner and so much more--is about to
prove that things can get even dirtier...and more dangerous.
NO LAUGHING MATTER
Comedienne Maria Teresa Juanita
Martinez-Coleman wants her big break so badly she can taste it.
Nothing and no one is going to stand in her way, especially nightclub
owner Randall Blue. Lately, it seems he's been stalking her--showing
up at all her gigs, never laughing but ever-present. He's handsome,
rich, and completely out of her league, so she's clueless why he's
hanging around...unless he's making sure the show she has scheduled
at his famous Topaz Room wasn't a booking error?
Randall Blue has found the full package
in Mia. Funny, smart, curvy, sassy--and connected to an arms dealer
Randall's been tracking. No one suspects his covert objective; he has
a great cover as a businessman with an eye for the ladies. The
problem is, this brash, fearless woman is more than a way into El
Duke's gang, she's The One. He he has no right claiming her, not when
everything she knows about him is a lie. But to keep her out of
danger, he's got to get close, which, of course, is right where he
wants to be.
Blue stared up at Mia’s building and
sighed, shifted against the tree as he waited. The afternoon was hot,
especially here in the Valley, and the air was heavy with the scent
of jasmine and the sound of birds in the trees.
He sighed again. All he wanted was a
glimpse of her. Just a glimpse. Going on eight weeks, and he’d
decided he couldn’t wait any longer. He needed to see her. He’d
done the letters, and the flowers, and the Hollywood Bowl.
But she wasn’t ready to speak to him
yet, and he wasn’t ready to just give up. So they were at an
impasse. Blue swiped at the sweat trickling down his neck.
She still wouldn’t answer his calls.
It didn’t matter what number he dialed from, either. She just cut
him off, with no opportunity to even leave her a voicemail. Cold,
that. He shook his head. He really had to admire her for it. For
sticking to her guns, as infuriating as it was.
He wanted her. He tended to get his way
in the big scheme of things. He’d locked on her, marked her, and
wanted to claim her. The waiting was making him fucking crazy.
But if going crazy for a few weeks was
the price he’d have to pay for a lifetime with her, he could do
that. He just wished she’d bend, even a little. Damn it, she
belonged with him. Why couldn’t she see that?
She came out just then, in baggy shorts
and a tee shirt, her hair up in a ponytail. Her head down, she began
a slow jog toward him.
Blue swallowed, pushed off the tree he
was leaning against, and jogged toward her, grateful for Sami’s
intel.
As he approached, he saw her head come
up. She stared at him, stopped dead. Turned around the other way and
ran.
“Please, Mia. I want to talk to you.
It’s not like you gave me any other option,” he said, but didn’t
chase after her.
She stopped, her back stiff.
Encouraged, Blue took a couple more steps toward her. He moved
warily, remembering her bashing Danny with that flashlight. True, she
wasn’t carrying anything, but for all he knew she was a black belt.
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Christine Ashworth grew up listening to
the sound of her father’s manual typewriter as he wrote and sold
over 300 novels. Now, to her delight, she’s the one writing
novels.
Christine is a romantic from way back, having
first picked up category romances at the age of twelve, then falling
in love with bigger books when she swiped her mother’s copy of
Rosemary Rogers’s Sweet Savage Love. She’s happily married to an
actor/dancer/guitarist/hippy, has two sons, and tends her garden and
her family in Southern California. You can read about her cooking,
gardening, and wine picks at her website.
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