Dear Alison and friends,
Outside my window, there is more than 30" of white stuff and it's 15 degrees with a real temp feel of -2--MINUS TWO.
While we wait out the Stella snowpocalyse...
I'll share a new book by fellow Inkspeller, Ashley Brooke Robbins.
Princess…I Think Not
A Princess Series Novel
By Ashley Brooke Robbins
ISBN: 978-1-945910-10-4
Buy Links:
Blurb:
The Royal Family Just
Got a Little Bigger….
My name’s Baily King and I’ve always considered myself
different—liking dead roses, cemeteries, reading fully clothed in the bathtub,
and howling at the moon whilst dancing naked under it. But, when my grandma, a
woman I scarcely remember, comes for a visit, she opens her mouth and my weird
world crashes down all over my combat-booted feet.
See, dear Gram is dying and wishes for me to accept my royal
name. Turns out she finally left a small village south of Ireland—a village
that her and her husband rule. Pfft. No pressure.
Bam, you’re a
Princess. Wear your tiara and shut up.
Sounds fun, right?!?!
Excerpt 1:
“Will that be all?” The lady beams like they put a
thousand sunshines into her coffee. Everyone turns chipper when they see such a
pretty man then they turn bitter when said pretty person leaves. I know from
experience.
“Dimitri,” I growl.
He smiles. “Yes, thank you.” Coming back over to me, he
gives me a smug, beyond-sexy smile. Hell, I bet when this man sneezes, it’s
still bloody attractive. “Baily?”
I cross my arms over my chest.
“Will you please let me—Dimitri, your friend—do
something nice for you? Something friends are allowed to do, even in the
South?”
I narrow my eyes, but when he just stands there, I give
in. “Fine,” I grumble, holding my hand out.
He makes a circular motion with his finger, signaling
for me to turn around. With a huff, I do. “Every now and then…” he rumbles in
my ear, and I tense when gooseflesh rises on my skin. It’s eighty-degrees, I’m
sweating like a pig, but in this moment, I don’t mind the body heat radiating
off him. What is this sorcery? “You deserve something for yourself. I’ve only
known you for a short time, and in that time, you’ve only thought of others.
Promise me you’ll think of yourself upon occasion, too.”
“I make no such promise,” I grumble, turning back to
face him. “But thank you.”
“Aww,” the girl behind the register says. “I wish my boyfriend
did something like that for me.”
I smile at her, not in the mood to try to explain he’s
not my boyfriend but bodyguard. Because my grandma’s kinda a queen of a village
called MacAleese, which is on the south side of Ireland and I’m of the royal
family. I just didn’t know about it until…bam, you’re a freakin’
princess, wear your tiara and shut up. Yeah, that might make someone ask a few
questions or draw a little bit of unwanted attention.
About the Author:
Ashley’s favorite
thing to write about is basically anything to do with myths, supernatural,
paranormal…which might be easier for her considering ghosts constantly roam her
house. She’s seen into their realm a few times because her third eye likes to
remain open—she’s psychic. But upon occasion she’ll be forced to write about
mundane, young adult life. It comes somewhat naturally to her considering she’s
twenty herself.
If she still hasn’t
met a vampire or other supernatural being, you’ll most likely find her with her
computer or a notebook, working on whatever story plots invaded her mind or an
article for www.lllranting.com. An organization that supports the LGBT+
community, mental health sufferers, and body positivity. Like most young
adults, she’s still unsure of what all she wants to do with her life. Become a
marine biologist, graphic designer, editor, own a clothing line, become a
mermaid, join the circus as a psychic? Or, do it all? Only time will
tell.
She hopes to one
day explore the world and all its nooks and crannies; delve into its secrets
and rich history. Take her mom to swim with the dolphins, let her sister
finally visit Graceland, and, her own dream, swim with sharks, doesn’t matter
what kind… Mom probably won’t come for that adventure. She currently lives in
North Carolina with her mom, sister, and four crazy, spoiled dogs who think they’re
human.
You can find her on
her website:www.JustThatWeirdoNextDoor.com, or on pretty much any other social
media site as JustThatWeirdoNextDoor, or ThatWeirdoNext, except Snapchat
(ash_lllranting). You can probably find those links on her website.
Ashley Brooke Robbins
(ThatWeirdoNext)/ Pinterest
Ashley (Ash) Brooke
Robbins/ WeHeartIt.com
Happy Digging! (Or curling up with a book by a fire...)
Sharing the writing love one letter at a time,
Kim
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