.#PlottingPrincesses - welcome Ashantay Peters who wows!!! us with her new book

The royally fun girls, the Plotting Princesses, welcome author Ashantay Peters to the blog. She's got tons of stuff up her sleeve. Check out her bio:
Ashantay Peters lives in the North Carolina mountains, where she loves escaping into a well-written book. She loves to hear from readers and promises not to stalk anyone who contacts her. 


Speed Round:

Favorite movie: His Gal Friday  (BTW: Vicki loves this movie)
Favorite book: any by Amanda Quick 
Last book read: The Secret Language of Leah Sinclair 
Favorite color: Rainbow! 
Stilettos or flip-flops: Neither 
Coffee or tea: Water 
E-book or paperback: Paperback 
Pencil or pen: Pencil
Favorite song: Bad Love
Streak or not: Not
Favorite dessert: Fruit
Champagne or gin: Champagne
Paranormal or Historical: Historical
Ginger or Mary Ann: Mary Ann
Favorite TV show: Dead Like Me
Hot or cold: Hot
POV: First
I'd die if I don't have: Light





Blurb from Death Rub: Class reunions can be murder even after finding the perfect dress.


Excerpt from Death Rub: 

“Maggie.”  His voice had deepened, leaving a caress I must have imagined around my name. We stood watching each other, not really sure how to proceed after years of mistrust between us.


Travis cleared his throat. “Listen, I want to, um, apologize.” 


I didn’t pretend a misunderstanding. I’d already had a crappy day and game playing lay beyond my capability. “Not necessary. Lots of years ago.”


“Well, I do want to talk.” He stepped off the porch, moving closer. “See, I was a rat bastard. I knew it at the time, but I dunno. Must’ve been too stupid and young and didn’t know how to fix my mistake.”


“Must have been” my ass. “Your hormones made you do it, right? Dumping me after two years and talking about a future together? For someone you knew would put out instead of waiting for me, and marriage the way you promised. That your story?”


His face reddened but he didn’t answer.


I snorted before I could stop myself. “So now you want to make nice, have me accept your apology and you can walk away with a clear conscience, right?”


“Well, yeah. I guess. I mean I’d like you at the reunion. You know. Like friends.”


“Like friends.” 


“Uh huh.” 


Okie dokie then. My blast from the past just wanted to have fu-un. 



Website: www.ashantay.com
Buy Link: The Wild Rose Press
Email: ashantay.peters@gmail.com 

Thank you, Ashantay, for sharing all your good stuff at the Plotting Princesses today. Much success with your book!