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Tuesday, April 10, 2018

IndieSage PR Presents: Ride With Me by Ashley Hastings; #BlogTour, #NowAvailable, #OutNow, #Giveaway

by Ashley Hastings
Publication Date: April 5, 2018
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance


A bad boy cop and a straight-laced student are about to go on the ride of their lives…
He’s the law, but she’s the one making the rules.
Graduate student Lucy wants order and predictability in her life. She always has a list to consult and a plan to execute.
Police officer Grayson wants to chase skirts and live free. He isn’t interested in being tied to one woman.
Until he meets her.
Lucy agrees to do ride alongs with Grayson as part of her thesis project, and all Grayson wants to do is handcuff her to his bed for a life sentence. Lucy isn’t so sure that Grayson fits her life plan.
Can Lucy resist Grayson’s arresting personality, or will Grayson be able to plead his case and make her his?


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Soon Grayson was leading the way out to his patrol car, and he opened my door for me. I climbed in and took a quick look around. I had never been in a police car before the other night, and then I had been too distracted by the events of the evening to take it all in.
The interior of the cruiser was completely black. A shotgun hung from the dash, and there was both a laptop and a scanner dominating the rest of the front space. The backseat was separated by a metal cage. I was glad I was going to ride up front, because the back seat looked a little grubby. I could only imagine what went on in the back after someone was arrested.
I guess I would find out for myself. Maybe someone would get arrested tonight. I pulled my small camera out of its case and started getting set up.
Grayson opened his door and joined me in the car. Glancing at me, he reached across my chest and grabbed my seatbelt. I sucked in a startled breath and grasped my camera tighter. Grayson pulled the belt across me, and I heard it click into place. Once again, we were nose to nose, this time in very close quarters.
"What did I tell you about safety first?" He was so close now his nose brushed mine, and I could feel his sweet, warm breath on my face.
I swallowed.
The radio squawked, breaking the mood. I leaned back in mingled relief and disappointment. What was it about this man that caused me to forget all of my rules?
"So, Grayson." I stopped, feeling awkward. I don't even know what I was about to say. Searching about for a topic of discussion, I settled on the mundane. "Hot tonight, isn't it?"
"Oh, it's very hot." Grayson’s eyes dropped to my lips as he started the car without watching what he was doing. He seemed far more interested in me than the car.
I bit my lip. Then I swallowed again, and his eyes dropped to my throat. I felt my nipples tighten underneath the vest, and I was glad he couldn't see that.
Grayson cleared his throat. "So. This is my patrol car. Don't touch the radio or the shotgun." He indicated the short shotgun hanging between us on the dash.
He backed out of the parking space in a hurry, and I was forced back against my seat by his driving. He frowned and gave all of his attention to the road.
I rested my camera in my lap and twisted my fingers together. "Okay, I guess I will start by asking you a few basic interview questions on camera."
He smirked. "Is this your date interview or your project interview?"
I lifted my chin and ignored him, determined to keep this professional. Hard to keep that promise with my nipples rubbing against this vest. "I'll go back later and edit, and add background information or whatever else is needed."
I lifted the camera and aimed it at Grayson. "Officer Jackson, tell me why you decided to be a police officer."
I expected him to say he liked fast cars or catching bad guys. Maybe he liked the thrill of the chase, or Tasing unruly suspects.
"When I was a little boy, my mom and I were pulled over in a routine traffic stop. The cop was so polite and helpful. My mom was flustered, afraid she was getting a ticket, and she was also broke. When the officer told her that her taillight was out, she started crying, and said something about not having the money to replace the burned out bulb." Grayson paused to listen to the chatter on the scanner for a moment, and then he continued. "The officer explained that replacing the bulb was cheap and easy to do. He said he would meet her at the station after his shift and take care of that for her. My mom was so relieved that she started crying."
He turned on his signal and shifted in his seat. "I will never forget his willingness to go above and beyond to help the public. I decided that night I wanted to do the same."
I hit stop on the camera, and we sat in silence for a moment. Grayson was turning out to be full of surprises.
Grayson turned my direction. "You said you were raised first by your dad, and then later by your grandmother. I understand how hard that is. I never knew my dad. He took off before I was born. My mother struggled financially, and running into people who cared, like that police officer that night, made a big difference to her."
"I'll be honest. I thought you were going to say you liked chasing the bad guys, or something similar to that." I smiled at him.
Grayson laughed. "Yeah, I like that, too. My favorite thing is to tackle some asshole who has just broken the law. Knock him clean off his feet."

We both laughed. This was more like it. This version of Grayson was easy to understand.


Ashley Hastings lives with a menagerie of animals, and one day aspires to be a crazy, old cat lady. She has a starter set of three cats right now. Ashley likes to take long walks each day while she dreams about what her characters will do in the future, and is already hard at work on her next novel.


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