Thursday, April 27, 2017

Blog Tour ~ How to Date when You're Dead - A Paranormal Romantic Comedy by Lisa London



To make a promotion in the ever after, 

she’s going to have to manage not only her own dating dilemmas 
but those of her clutzy, dating-disaster assistant.


HOW TO DATE WHEN YOU'RE DEAD
A Paranormal Romantic Comedy
Lisa London
Released March 16, 2017


After an epic nosedive down the elevator of success, Ivy now finds herself in Purgatory having to start all over again from scratch but this time the stakes for getting promoted to the pearly gates are even higher. And to make a promotion in the ever after, she’s going to have to manage not only her own dating dilemmas but those of her clutzy, dating-disaster assistant.

Luckily she has two of the hottest men in the afterlife as her advisors. One who wants to help her get demoted to his bachelor pad down under and another who wants her to get her wings and live with him on a cloud. Did I mention they’re both super sexy with a wicked rivalry going on between them? Both determined to outdo the other to win her heart.

And that’s in between spending quality girl-time with her new besties, Satan and her soap opera addicted Purgatory Counselor.

This is a great read for anyone who loved ABC Family’s Teen Spirit with Cassie Scerbo. This is the adult version where the ghost [Ivy] and her hopeless dating assignment [Lucy] both get to date cute boys!


Stew whipped up a liquid version of an Ambien martini for Lucy, which she tossed back in another gulp, like the amnesia whammy. I guess seeing your lifelong crush diminished to a pretentious, naked stump would cause anyone to start drinking heavily.

"That should wear off in about twenty-four hours."

"An entire day? Isn't that kind of long?"

Stew held his hands up in a defensive pose. "It was only meant to be sipped. You should have warned me your friend was such a lush."

We dropped her off in my apartment, which the super finally vacated.

"Nice place," commented Stew, walking through the living room. "What happened to all the furniture?"

Tess happened, but that seemed too whiny to explain all over again. "You know how I like modern things. As soon as something reaches its one-year anniversary, I throw it away."

"Good for you. That'll teach it for getting old. I guess that leaves more room to dance."

"Dance? There's no music." Plus, I broke the remote for the stereo, and even if we found it, Tess burned down the speakers.

Somehow, he piped in some music from the sixties that could only be described as groovy. It wasn't my first choice for dance music, but I guess that's what happens when you date older men.

"It's a shame to waste all of this open space you created with your Children of the Corn interior decorating style." Stew slipped off his shirt, while undulating his hips. "Didn't you say you liked lap dances? Patrick taught me some of his moves."

I giggled at his mock lap dance and retorted, "First, there's no place to sit for a lap dance; and second, no sober girl wants a lap dance, ever."

Using his shirt like a lasso, he circled my waist and pulled me closer. His chest felt like a smooth rock with valleys and crevices separating each muscle plate.

He released me and changed the music to a jazz ballad. After redressing himself in a long-sleeved, button-down shirt, he bowed at the waist and held out his hand, like a perfect gentleman, asking, "May I?"

His hand might as well been the Vulcan sign for peace. The last time a guy asked me to dance, he indicated so by accidentally bumping into me on the dance floor at Rockit, and rubbing his crotch against my butt. Bowing and asking for permission were foreign concepts to me, and never as a prelude to dancing.

"Uh, sure," I spat out, placing my hand in his.

Mistaking my trepidation for dislike, Stew gave me a reassuring wink and changed the music again. This sounded like strictly violins.

Putting one arm on his left shoulder, and the other at a forty-five degree angle felt awkward and exciting all at the same time. This was too good to be true, and I kept waiting for him to do something jerk-like that would validate all my preconceived notions of male demons, which pretty well matched how I felt about those that were still living.

It sounded and felt like a waltz, but since I'd never gone waltzing, I wasn't sure. I vaguely recalled something about waltzes being in three/four time. One-two-three, one-two-three, one-two-three. If only I had paid more attention in gym class during group dancing instruction. For once, I was glad not to have a camera or mirror so I didn’t have to see how much I was mucking it up.

Stew must have agreed because he stopped dancing.

"Ivy, you know that I'm the man, right?"

Was that some sort of chauvinistic reinforcement of his place in the world? He didn't seem like an idiot, but he was a man. They all had some inherent, built-in idiot switch.

"You're leading," he said in an accusatory manner.

Really? I had no clue what I was doing, let alone leading. My entire focus was on avoiding his feet or tripping over my own. "I didn't mean to. I've never waltzed before. Assuming this is a waltz. I can't even tell if this is a waltz or a foxtrot."


How old was this guy? "I know you said you grew up in the sixties, but did you mean the nineteen sixties? Or the eighteen sixties?"

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Hello, I’m Lisa London, creator of secret fantasies you love to escape with, bringing you an overload of bad-boy angst and heart-wrenching moments of truth on every page.

I’m so glad you’re here – because we’re a lot alike, you and I. We both love to escape to a world where true love is found in life-defining moments that build character, turn boys into men and make you question everything you’ve ever held sacred. Good boys are boring and oh so blah. But bad boys. You know…the ones to whom rules don’t apply to. The ones that do what they want, take what they want and use who they want and don’t give a damn. Yah, those guys. They’re also the ones that make you hot with desire, dripping with anticipation and wishing your phone would ring at 2 am afterwards.

I write in a variety of romance genres: 1) Hot + Steamy: These are fast + dirty short stories that are high on the heat scale 2) Amateur Sleuth: Think Stephanie Plum meets White Collar 3) Paranormal: Just because you’re dead doesn’t mean you stop dating and 4) Author Platform Building: The Romance Roadmap Quickies are How-To guides on everything indie authors need for online marketing.



Blog Guest Feature

If you’re like me, you have a million ideas running through your head at any given time. All of them equally amazing, exciting and awesome. They fill you with enthusiasm, a spark that bolts you out of bed in the morning and a renewed sense of purpose and meaning in your life. You’re a creative person who dreams and fantasizes entirely new worlds, completely new beings into existence. Your imagination has no limits.

So, what’s the problem? Well, unlike some of our characters, we’re not immortal, we don’t have time machines and there is no fairy godmother coming to send us back to age 15 for a do-over. If only…

Instead, we get one lifetime to do everything that we could possibly want. And luckily we’re so creative, we want to accomplish a gazillion things. But unfortunately, we’d need a few more lifetimes to make it happen. Well, I have an easy 3-step solution for all of you kindred multi-passionate authors out there.

These three steps will vastly improve your ability to focus and help you to accomplish more in less time. Ready?

Step One: Decide What Your Focus Will Be

The Problem You can do anything but you can’t do everything. Whether it comes to multitasking, dating multiple people [alright, unless it’s a Siren romance novel] or choosing a romance subgenre to write in, your ability to select one area and stick with it is a prerequisite to success. How can you succeed at anything if you’re always changing direction. Putting in 10,000 hours into any area will lead to expert, genius status. Compare your first novel ever to your latest work-in-progress. Sheer repetition alone will make you a better at any skillset.

The Solution Not sure where to focus? Read The One Thing: The Surprisingly Simple Truth Behind Extraordinary Results [Free on Kindle Unlimited]. 


Step Two: Be Decisive

In a study of over 500 millionaires, the one thing they had in common: decisiveness. http://www.businessinsider.com/rich-people-are-decisive-2015-6

The Problem While your competition is analyzing, researching and possibly taking yet another course or getting another degree, you’ve already committed, executed and are now adjusting your future course of action based on what you’ve learned. The typical person makes 70 decisions a day, most of them unimportant and trivial. How much time have you wasted looking for the perfect adjective when you could’ve written another entire chapter?

The Solution Know that you have all of the information you need to move forward in any area of your life or writing. Go with your gut, learn to trust yourself and free up more time for other activities. Never put off a decision until later. Make your mind up right then and there, no matter what the topic is.

Step Three: Guard Your Mind

Jim Collins, author of Good to Great, said that the quality and fulfillment of his life improved immensely when he stopped trying to be interesting and instead focused on things that interested him.

The Problem For a long time, I bragged about how I had an impressive sounding job title at a large, global corporation just to see the gleam of admiration during dinner parties but the truth is I had zero interest in my job or the company and instead dreamed about being a romance author but was too afraid I’d be laughed at for declaring it so. We often complain about the lack of support and understanding by spouses who look down upon what they see as a frivolous hobby and family and friends who ridicule your latest title. But sometimes, we do it to ourselves. We alter entire life paths to impress people who not only don’t matter but do not really care.

The Solution Let people know kindly but firmly that unsolicited opinions are unwanted and unwarranted. Go with your gut and listen to that little voice inside your head. That’s the one that counts the most!


Lisa London is a romance writer who also does freelance graphic design at PrettyFabulousDesigns.com because she, too, still suffers from being multi-passionate. 

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XR2a0EONTv0


1 comment:

  1. Thank you for hosting for the tour!
    Allisia
    Tasty Book Tours

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