Welcome to my tour stop on the All Over You Blog Tour! Today, Ayden has a brand new excerpt and teasers for us!

Ivy Kendall's only plan for
her life was to teach, but then it all fell apart...
When Rory Clark disappears from UCLA after a lengthy online relationship with a
"catfish" pretending to be Ivy, the sassy former model turned
kindergarten teacher is forced to dive headfirst into the mystery in order to
clear her name. The catfishing phenomenon meets good, old-fashioned police work
when Cameron Lewis, a bossy San Francisco detective with a dominant streak,
offers to help her uncover the awful truth about her stolen identity and Rory's
disappearance.
They've barely scratched the
surface when Ivy is charged with a murder she swears she didn't commit.
As the evidence against her piles up and the intense attraction between her and
Cameron deepens, Ivy wants nothing more than to lean on the tattooed detective.
He's already seen her at her worse. Now she has to find the courage to trust
him with her heart. But how can she when she's terrified doing so will
ruin his career?
Her greatest fear becomes
reality when the ugly truth is revealed and their lives come tumbling down
around them.
Betrayed by the one person she never suspected, Ivy makes a reckless decision
that puts her in the sights of a murderer and jeopardizes Cameron's career. He
will do whatever it takes to save the woman he loves...even if that means
becoming a killer himself.
Will he be
able to reach her before it's too late, or will Rory's catfish take more than
just one life?
All Over You is a
completely standalone sister novel to the All
Falls Down duo, intended for
readers aged 18 and over.
Excerpt
"You gotta be
kidding me," I mumble to myself, my gaze catching on Tall, Dark, and
Brooding as I take a drink of water before my first set. He's sitting in the
back of the room, looking as gorgeous as he did last night.
He's in jeans and a
slate gray t-shirt this time, with his tattoos peeking from beneath the
sleeves, drawing my attention. The colorful ink looks amazing against his
biceps. He's staring at me again, a devilish smirk on his face.
My stomach dips and
spins at the look in his gray eyes. It's pure sex.
I sip my water, watching
him over the top of the bottle. When the tip of his tongue peeks out to swipe
across his full bottom lip, my hands tremble, causing some of the water to
spill down my chin before dripping onto my chest. I gasp and wipe it away, but
not quickly enough to keep several drops from trickling down my breasts. My sweetheart
dress plunges into a deep V that ends
in a flirty little bow around my waist. The bottom flares out at mid-thigh.
It's retro and very cute, but I can't wear a bra with it, so my nipples
immediately tighten when the cold water spills across my chest. I look around
for a napkin to dry myself off, but there isn't one in sight, and the nearest
waitress has her back to me, flirting with a group of college students sharing
a bottle of whiskey at a table near the stage.
Screw it. It'll be burning hot in here in a few minutes,
anyway.
My gaze shifts back to
the mystery man in the corner, taking in the way his long fingers wrap around
the beer bottle on his table. His gaze roves openly over my breasts, which only
makes my nipples that much harder.
He notices.
His cocky smirk grows
as he meets my gaze again, a dimple in his cheek popping out.
God, he's hot.
No way am I about to
let him know that though.
I arch a brow at him,
silently telling him to keep his eyes off my tits.
"You ready?"
my drummer, Chad, asks, sliding into position behind his drum set.
"Yep, I'm ready."
I set my water aside and step up to the microphone as the rest of the band
takes their places. I'm not playing the guitar tonight so I grab the mic from
the stand so I can move around a little. My gaze sweeps over the crowd as they
quiet down a notch. The place is packed, bodies crammed into every available
seat in the house.
Situated close to San
Fran State, the audience at the Red Room
is always a little younger than my audience at Mitch's. They're mostly college kids out to let loose and have fun
after a hard week of studying. Except for the gorgeous bastard in the back
corner, anyway. He's definitely not a college kid. He's all man and he knows
it.
He's still watching me when
my gaze flickers to him again.
Who is he?
And since when did
blatant staring become sexy to me?
I turn to the band and
mouth the name of the song I want to open with.
A couple of the guys
chuckle at me, knowing damn well I reserve it for instances when someone in the
crowd crosses a line and pisses me off, but they don't argue.
"How y'all doing
tonight?" I ask the audience, who clap and whistle and shout their
responses.
"I'm fucking
horny!" One guy shouts after everyone has quieted, causing laughter to
erupt around the room.
"I'm sure you are,"
I tease him before glancing back at the mystery man in the corner and giving
him a smirk of my own. Two can play this game of his. "I gotta ask you
guys in the room, has anyone ever turned you on so much you just had to do
something about it, but you were too chicken shit to actually make a move so
you just kind of stared all night?"
"Fuck yeah!"
The same guy shouts.
Some of the girls in
the crowd boo. One little redhead yells out that he's a creeper. It doesn't
deter him. He just laughs along with the room, obviously too drunk to give a
shit what anyone thinks about him.
"This one is for
you then, sweetheart," I say to him, before moving my gaze back to Tall,
Dark, and Brooding, making it clear that I'm talking to him. "Maybe it'll
help you grow a pair."
As soon as the last
word leaves my lips, Chad counts off behind the drums and then the first bars
of Radiohead's Creep roll across the
room. The crowd explodes into cheers and laughter, shouting out, "Because
I'm a creep!" at the top of their lungs.
I belt out the lyrics,
staring right at Tall, Dark, and Brooding.
The gorgeous bastard
throws his head back and laughs before lifting his bottle in a mock salute.
*****
About the Author
Ayden lives
in the heart of Arkansas with her childhood sweetheart/husband of twelve years,
and their five furry minions. When not writing, she spends her time hiking,
reading, volunteering, causing mischief, and building a Spork army. Ayden
graduated summa cum laude with her Bachelor of Science degree in
Criminal Justice and Forensic Psychology in 2009 before going on to complete
her graduate degree in CJ and Law. She currently puts her education to use in
the social services and CJ field.
Ayden also writes Young and New Adult fantasy under the penname A.K. Morgen.
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