Book Tour: The Night Budda Got Deep In It~ Author Interview

12 September 2012


Welcome to my stop on The Night Budda Got Deep In It Tour. Brought to you by Innovative Online Tours. Here you can read a synopsis of the book, read a great interview with the author, Ron Smith, and learn a little more about him from his bio. Don’t forget to visit the other blogs on this tour for more information about this book and author.

I would like to take this opportunity to thank Mr. Smith for stopping by and answering a few questions for us!

Interview:

Do you write under a pen name?
No, But I have a list of names to use in case I decide differently.
*Dystopian thriller: R.W. Zamton
*Period romance: Reginald Magwaite
*CIA Thriller: Mason Q Blackstone
*Western: Cane Tharp

What day were you born?
The same day my mother was screaming and cursing my father, swearing she would never go through that again. It was a good day for me, though.

Do you have a nickname?
I have some college buddies who still call me Snoog. I don’t remember how the name originated, but I’m sure the story isn’t worthy of a respectable blog like this.

Did you have a favorite toy as a child?
My brother.

Do you ever write in your PJ’s?
I might consider it if I owned a pair of PJs. Do they still sell those? I might have to look into that.

If you could travel in a Time Machine would you go back to the past or into the future?
I would definitely go back in time. I think I would seem pretty smart depending on how far back I went, but I’m fairly partial to indoor plumbing. That would limit me a bit.

If you could invite any 5 people to dinner who would you choose?
Five people who would eat my cooking without complaining. That’s a pretty small list. I’d probably get along pretty good with Gandhi, though, because I suspect his eating standards would be pretty low. The fact he’s dead is a small detail.

Book Tour~Passion Creek by Avery Flynn~ Book Excerpt



I would like to thank Avery for supplying this amazing excerpt for us today! Looking forward to getting my hands on this one!!

Passion Creek by Avery FlynnDesperate not to sink into silence again, Sam grasped for a conversation topic. The black ink script on the inside of her left wrist caught his eye. "What does it say?"
Josie’s brows squeezed together in a question before she smiled softly and held out her wrist to him.
Sam brushed his thumb across the blue veins visible under her porcelain skin. Electricity jolted against his fingertips, tingling its way up his arm. His lungs tightened and his cock stirred. From his position the words were upside down. Without letting go of Josie's wrist, he stepped down from his stool and turned around so that they faced the same direction with her directly behind him.
They were so close, her breasts rubbed against his back. "Sam ..."
The single syllable brushed against the back of his neck and his body reacted as if she'd caressed his dick instead of only speaking his name. He wouldn't, couldn't, let go of her until he read the tattoo. He had to know what it said.
Adventure is worthwhile in itself.
"Amelia Earhart." He lifted her wrist to his mouth, kissing the words as her pulse jumped under his lips. Surrounded by her amber scent, touching her soft skin, tasting her warmth on his lips, the out-of-character action seemed perfectly logical.
Josie slid her arm from his grasp and he reluctantly returned to his stool. But she didn't leave or scoot farther away.
"How did you know?" Her long fingers stroked across her wrist.
"My dissertation was about Earhart's impact on Midwestern women's perspective of early twentieth century feminism."
She arched her brow. "An unusual topic for a dude."
"You haven't met my family. If you aren't comfortable with strong women, you won't last long." He fell deeper into her orbit at the sound of her alto laugh. "How about you, what's your story?"
"I'm a waitress, remember."
"Bullshit. That's a job, it's not who you are. Come on, if you can't spill your secrets to a total and complete stranger whom you'll never see again, whom can you tell?"
A lightness loosened her tense shoulders. She leaned in closer, the soft underside of her breast lying lightly on top of his arm. "Sort of an I'll tell you mine, if you tell me yours, eh?"
Blood rushed in Sam's ears before heading south. "Exactly."


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