Today’s guest on Friday Friends is mega-talented author Ashlyn Chase. I first met Ashlyn at the Fall In Love With New England conference last year in New Hampshire. Take it from me, if you ever need advice on organizing a large reader/author event, Ashlyn is the perfect person to ask. I’m looking forward to this year’s event almost as much as I am Ashlyn’s new book!
Tiger’s Night Out
Genre: Romantic Comedy/Romantic Fantasy
Series: Be Careful What You Summon (Book 2)
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About the Book
Thirty nine year-old English teacher Haley Hunnicutt is tired of losing out on love to younger women, and she’s not alone. One night she and three single friends perform a magical summoning of immortal lovers—guys who will appreciate mature women.
Jamir and his brother are shapeshifting Bengal tigers. Tasked by the god Vishnu, they have been guarding a sacred temple for three hundred years.
When Haley has a vision in her dirty dishwater, she sees her immortal and he sees her. But she doubts a guy in a loin cloth has an easy way to get to New York. So, a trip to India is necessary—or insane.
There’s only one way to find out…
Read an Excerpt
“I’m so embarrassed, I could die! Maura, are you one hunnred percent sure you knew what you were doing?” Ronda grabbed her bra off the branch and slipped it back on. She had a hard time with the clasp and slurred curses under her breath. “Well?”
Maura cringed and steadied herself so she could step into her panties. “Shh. Like I said before, don’t talk so loud. At least not until we get dressed and out of these woods.”
Despite their inebriated agreement with her earlier, the women had suddenly freaked out when a bolt of lightning split the clear, black night. Maybe they didn’t believe in Maura’s ability to summon immortals, but they went along with it.
Barb let out a huff, then whispered loudly. “A lightning bolt came out of the cloudless, starry sky and could’ve fried us. That was weird and everything, but no immortals were riding it to earth. Couldn’t you have screwed up?”
Haley pulled her tummy slimmer halfway up and staggered, barely staying upright. “I can’t believe you made us get naked and dance under the moon. What kind of dumb ceremony is that?”
Ronda added, “I think you just wanted to see how far we’d go to find decent men.”
Maura snapped. “I’m not sure of anything except that mortal men are not worth the trouble and heartache anymore. If you think immortals might appreciate an older, wiser woman and want to date one, you have to summon. And I tried to do it—for all of us.”
Barb snorted. “Is that what you call summoning? To face in the general direction of Romania and mutter, ‘Where the hell are you, damn it?’”
“Look, I tried the nice poetry from my memory of Irish summoning circles, but I was a kid. My grandda made all kinds of magic stuff happen.”
“Like pulling a quarter from behind your ear? My grandpa did that,” Ronda said
“No, silly. Things you wouldn’t believe—like talking in Gaelic to little people I could swear now were leprechauns. Maybe immortals have to hear each of us speaking our own language.”
“Irish celebrations, huh? No wunner. They wa prob’bly as shtonkered as we are.” Ronda’s bra clicked into place. “Ah, I finally got it.”
“Look, Barb, you have your ways and I have mine. You faced the east and spoke to the gods, right?” Maura reached for her camisole and swore when it wouldn’t fall off the branch where she’d tossed it.
Barb pointed an accusing finger at her. “Yeah and all I got was some immortal ass’s wrath. When I sober up, I’m going to be really embarrassed, not just about the nudity, but for getting suckered into this. Why the hell did we have to take our clothes off again? We didn’t even undress in front of each other in college, roomie.”
Ronda answered when Maura didn’t. “She said we had to come to the high-and-mighty ones pure to show our commim… com… commiment.”
“The word is commitment,” Haley said. “As in all of us committed to Bellevue mental hospital if the cops catch us and I’m pretty sure that none of us are pure. Besides, I’m with Barb on dying of embarrassment tomorrow. Commitment’s not all we showed by running around buck-naked under the moon.”
“No kiddin’.” Ronda let out a nervous giggle.
“It’s called sky-clad and I’m not exactly proud of my butt without a body shaper, either. Look, I didn’t force you to do it, did I? We’re all sick of successful men, our equals, going after the little babes with big boobs, leaving us flourishing older women alone, feeling like rejects.” Maura couldn’t free her camisole from the branch to save her life. She stood there in only her bra and panties frowning at the branch.
“‘Flourishing.’ Good word,” Haley said.
“Maura’s right, everyone.” Ronda mumbled the words from under the blouse she had somehow decided to pull over her head instead of unbuttoning it. “She didn’t hold a gun to our heads.”
“Hey,” Barb cried. “That’s my blouse!”
“I’m going to have to climb that friggin’ tree,” Maura muttered.
“Don’t.” Barb reached up and touched the branch. “Look, you aren’t particularly tall or athletic. Let me do it.”
“Is that your way of calling me short and fat?”
“Of course not. I never said that, for god’s sake! I’m just trying to help.”
“Maura, your body is perfectly normal for a thirty-eight-year-old woman. You have nothing to be ashamed of.”
“Thanks, Haley. But I still wish I could find that friggin’ fountain of youth.”
“Sorry I got mad at you before,” Ronda said to Maura.
Haley smiled. “Yeah, me too. I really love you, man.”
“I really love you, man, too.” Barb hugged Maura. “Now let me get your top.”
“Well…” Maura eyed the branch. “Are you sure? I mean, I know we’re the best of friends and everything, but you don’t have to risk your pantyhose for me.”
Barb shrugged. “What else is new? Friends to the end, right?”
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Tiger’s Night Out is the second in the Be Careful What You Summon series. The first book in the series is Maura’s story, Vampire Vintage.
Both books can be read as stand-alone stories and read in any order!
Tiger’s Night Out also includes a bonus novella.
About the Author
Ashlyn Chase describes herself as an Almond Joy bar. A little nutty, a little flaky, but sweet, wanting only to give readers satisfying stories that leave them smiling.
She worked as an RN for 20 years, but now writes full time. She’s a multi-published, award winning author of paranormal romantic comedies, represented by the Seymour Agency.
She lives in Florida with her true superhero husband Mr. Amazing (who looks like Hugh Jackman if you squint.)
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