Saturday, July 27, 2013

M.L. Ryan's 'Special Offers' Blog Tour: Excerpt

Title: Special Offers
Author: M.L. Ryan
Genre: Urban Fantasy / Paranormal Romance
Meet Hailey - possessed by an otherworldly being who was trapped in her Kindle.

Hailey Parrish was quick-witted, irreverent, and hadn’t had a date in three years. She only wanted an eBook reader because her collection of paperbacks threatened to take over her small living space. Little did she know that the "special offers" that prompted the purchase included much more than a reduced price in exchange for a few ads. The device came pre-loaded with the essence of Sebastian Kess, an erudite womanizer with magical abilities from a parallel dimension. When she inadvertently releases him and he inhabits her body, she finally has a man inside her, just not in the way she imagined. And soon her predicament introduces her to yet another supernatural, the handsome could-be-the-man-of-her-dreams Alex Sunderland. Can Alex and Hailey find a way to return Sebastian to his own body, stay one step ahead of the criminals who want to keep him where he is, and not lose their sense of humor?
Special Offers, the first book of the Coursodon Dimension Series, combines paranormal romance, urban fantasy, a bit of science fiction and a healthy dose of quirky humor.
Author Bio:

M.L. Ryan is a professional woman — not that she gave up her amateur status, but rather that she is over-educated with a job in which she spends a lot of time writing dry science non-Fiction. In an effort to strengthen the less logical side of her brain, she decided to write some of the many stories rolling around in her head.  She lives in Tucson, AZ with her husband, son, four cats, two dogs and an adopted desert
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Throughout the evening, the conversation encompassed the usual get-to-know you banter.  I got the important information without too much digging; he was single and an insurance adjuster from Portland, Oregon in town for two weeks for some specialized training.  He seemed sincere, but really, he could be from Salt Lake City, unemployed with ten kids for all I really knew.  Not wanting to get into a complicated dialogue about my unusual career path, I just said I worked at a local dairy.  That was my go-to angle when I wasn’t in the mood to get into the specifics.
We ordered another round, which I paid for, and then switched to non-alcoholic choices; ice tea for me, sparkling water for him.  He had a relaxed way about him that belied his obvious intellect and he shifted effortlessly between topics ranging from popular culture to global economies.
Too bad he doesn’t live around here, I lamented. It figured that I meet a guy that I might actually like, and he’s only here for two weeks.  No sense letting this go much further, I reasoned.  I certainly wasn’t up for a one-nighter, or even best case scenario, a fourteen-nighter.
It was getting late, it had been a long day and I wanted to drive home soon before I risked falling asleep at the wheel.  I rooted in my bag and found some bills to leave on the bar for Wyatt’s well-deserved tip.  Then I downed the last of my tea and turned to look at Alex.
“This has been fun, but I really should be getting home.  Hope your training goes well; maybe we’ll run into each other again at the River Park.”
As I started to get off of the bar stool, a peculiar sensation coursed through me, as if I was suddenly exerting a great deal of energy.  My expression must have communicated the discomfort, because Alex frowned and asked if I was okay.  When I didn’t immediately respond, he reached over and took my hands in his, concern etched across his handsome face.
Suddenly, I felt an electrical zap similar to what I had encountered days before when first synching the Kindle.  I might have been able to rationalize it as some hackneyed romantic sign had the next two events not occurred in rapid succession: First, I inexplicably uttered one long, unrecognizable sound.  Then I heard the voice.
I always wondered how Kevin Costner’s character in Field of Dreams managed to stay relatively calm when he first heard“if you build it, he will come” whispered in his cornfield.  But that was a movie, after all.  When, in my head a man uttered, “I need his help” over and over, I panicked.  I tore myself from Alex’s grip and ran through the crowded dance floor, shoving unsuspecting patrons out of my way as I quickly escaped out the emergency exit.  I sprinted to my car and managed to fish my keys out of my purse despite the fact I was shaking from head to toe.  Thankfully, the repetitive pleading of my auditory hallucination had ceased by then.  I’m not really sure how I got home.  I know I drove, but beyond that I had no recollection of the journey.  When I reached the safety of my house, I rushed inside and collapsed on the living room floor.

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