Monday, November 4, 2013

The Grand Canyon and Setting by Aleah Barley #GuestPost #Giveaway

Leaving Las Vegas CoverWhen West Virginia wild-child Glory Allen gets caught in the middle of a kidnapping attempt, she has to decide if rescuing the sexy Luke Tanner is worth risking her life. Especially after the high and mighty casino magnate just accused her of cheating in his casino.

Her decision to help, causes Luke to step into her hometown to develop a community that doesn’t need improvement—a community Glory’s gambling earnings were meant to save—and Glory can’t help but question her judgment, because the chemistry between them is about to explode, and it has nothing to do with the Vegas thugs hot on their trail.

Now Glory is stuck helping Luke figure out who set him up and what to do about their own burning attraction…before Glory’s hometown, and her life, are lost for good.

Genre: Contemporary Romantic Suspense 
Entangled Publishing – ignite imprint 

Publication Date: October 28, 2013

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The Excerpt

Bang. Another gunshot sounded, followed by the sound of a soaring symphony and a bubbling aria as opera suddenly poured out of the car’s speakers. She must have turned on the radio while scrabbling about. Great. Just great.

Her body tensed. One foot went down on the clutch; she slammed the car into gear, shifting smoothly from second to third. The man listened to opera? They shouldn’t be inhabiting the same zip code, let alone the same car. The Vanquish leaped forward, peeling into the alleyway as the sound of seventy-six trombones overrode the radio.

Crap. Either a high school band had chosen that moment to march down the next street over or Glory’s cell phone was going off. The ringtone meant her no-good, dirty, rotten cousin Benji was calling.

Everyone in town liked Benji. They liked his charming manners, his bright good looks, and the firework show he put on at Black Lake every Fourth of July.

Glory knew better. Benji just liked to blow stuff up.

And he was staying at her house. Well, to be technical, her trailer. Vintage 1970s with all original harvest-gold appliances. A nice place, but not built to withstand casual explosions. She could only hope her roof would be intact by the time she got back home.

She flicked a quick glance in the rearview mirror. Was that a black SUV she saw? “What’s the quickest way we can get to the main road?” she asked. “Heading east.”

“No such thing as east. Just Utah or Arizona.”

“Arizona,” she said a little too loud. Like she wasn’t quite sure. “We’re going to Arizona.”

“Wait—‘we’? There’s no ‘we’ here. I barely know you,” Luke said.

“Yeah, well, I’ve never depended on the kindness of strangers, either. But here we are.” She downshifted, slowing the car as she came to the end of the alleyway. Right or left?

“I gave you a car and you saved my life,” he said. “So I suppose we’re no longer strangers.”

“I don’t even know your last name. Seems pretty strange to me.”

“In that case, let me introduce myself. Properly. I’m Luke Morrison,” he said, his voice low, gravelly.

Left. Seemed a good enough gamble. She slowed, turned left onto a side street, and caught his soft smile out of the corner of her eye as she made the turn. Luke Morrison. It was a good name, strong and capable like the man. He’d given her something, trusting her with his name. She could give him the same courtesy in return.

She hit the gas and the car rocketed forward, throwing them both back against the seats, then said, “I’m Gloria Allen. People call me Glory. My father was a preacher. My mama ate MoonPies while she was pregnant. My sisters are crazy as hell. And while we’re driving around yapping, my cousin’s probably blowing my house to kingdom come.”

The Guest Post

“It’s so great to see you!” I’m standing in the middle of a parking lot with a great big smile pasted on my face. I’ve finally done it. I’ve made it to a tour stop before my characters. When I’d first envisioned this tour—following the path my lovers took in their rip roaring road trip suspense—I’d thought it would be fun. Easy. That’s before Las Vegas billionaire Luke and West Virginia wild child Glory decided to tag along.

I’m too old for this nonsense, and too tired. I worked ten hours the other day then went home and wrote for two more. All I want now is to cuddle up with my cat on the couch and eat some Detroit barbecue. My tongue darts out, licking my lips hungrily at the thought. Red Smoke or Slows? It doesn’t matter. Neither of them deliver to the continent’s biggest hole in the ground.

“Welcome to the Grand Canyon. It’s big. It’s bold.” I start walking down the path towards the viewing point. “It’s—I don’t actually know. I’ve never been here before. In real life, the closest I’ve ever gotten to the Grand Canyon is watching Thelma and Louise. Which means that when I wrote Leaving Las Vegas, I needed to do some research.”

A couple of people in the crowd are taking notes. Fellow writers. I wonder if they’ll buy my book. I wonder if they’ll like my book. Most importantly, I wonder if they’ll review my book.

“When working with a real life setting, it’s important to get the details of the place correct. The last thing you want to do is throw a reader out of the moment. That means you need to know what a place looks like. Read a description. Look at a picture. Watch a movie! You also needs to know what it smells like. Is the air dry? Moist? What kind of plants grow in the area? What’s the temperature?”

I’m doing that cool walking backwards thing that tour guides do when you go to look at colleges. Only, now I take a glance backwards over one shoulder.

Damn, there it is. The Grand Canyon. An ancient scar across the American West, carved into the country’s flesh by the raging river down below. It’s freaking impressive.

“What about you?” I ask, not sure if anyone’s still listening. They’re all caught up in the majesty of the moment. “What’s your favorite part of reading about a real place? Does it throw you off when the writer gets something wrong? Does it throw you off when—“

A man and a woman push past me. Luke and Glory, whooping excitedly. Not seeming to notice the crowd as they hurry over to the ledge. All they can see is their future together.

About Aleah Barley
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Author Picture - Aleah BarleyAleah Barley is an author of funny (she hopes) contemporary romances. After recently moving to Detroit, she discovered that the rumors are true: it is a post-apocalyptic wasteland full of abandoned buildings, zombies, and hipster coffee shops that don’t open before nine in the morning. It’s also a great place to live.



She spends her days working hard to make the world a better place and her nights writing about kick-ass women who live life to the fullest and the men who love them.

She’ll do anything for a box of chocolates. Or ice cream. Seriously. Try her.
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