Tour for The Art of Ghosting by Ashley Hastings
Based in her fictional town of Peacock, Mississippi, author Ashley Hastings brings you a little suspense along with a little history in her new romance, THE ART OF GHOSTING. Alice won’t be tied down and
James lives for no-strings hookups but when they find a 100-year olf journal they both to fall in
love alongside the journal’s writer. Fans of strong heroines, historical elements will adore this
small town, suspenseful yet humorous hot and sexy romance.
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This was a very interesting book. Alice inherits her great-aunt’s house, that has sat unoccupied for a hundred years. She assumes James is a handyman, based on the times her aunt had mentioned him helping her fix things around the house. In reality he’s a wealthy real estate developer but lets Alice believe he is the poor handyman she thinks he is. They find the hundred year old diary of Willow, and become engrossed in the story of her relationship with her future husband Kirby and their life together. As they read the journal, they also fall in love. But secrets don’t stay secret forever.
I mostly liked Alice and James – there were aspects of both personalities that annoyed me, but nothing deal-breakery. Minor stuff. Willow and Kirby, though… they were my favorite part of the book! I did feel like there were a couple loose threads, though, like what was the deal with the neighbor, Meg?? Such an odd character. I seriously think she was a ghost! But we may never know.
This was a good mix of modern and historical romance.
I would take her out for dinner, and we could share a good bottle of wine and even better conversation.
looked for the easy hookup, no strings attached. Dinner never happened, and conversation was
kept to a minimum. But that was okay. Was there really a problem with becoming friends before we had
I took about two minutes to unpack, which consisted of throwing my folded clothes into the dresser and
After stopping at my truck to grab my toolbox, I walked back to the main house and let myself in, making
“Oh!” Alice got to her feet in a hurry. “You snuck up on me. I’m trying to get Sharpie to come out of hiding.”
“I forgot he was in here.” I crossed over to where she stood and peered into the closet. “I don’t see him.”
“He ran in here a minute ago, and I think he might actually be in the wall. See that little panel?” Alice
She leaned into me, trying to get a better look in the gloomy basement. My brain promptly short-circuited
Shaking it off, I reached in the toolbox for my flashlight and switched it on. I illuminated the dark corner of
“This is an odd place for an access panel. I mean, it’s so low to the ground.” I was mostly talking to myself,
“Yeah. And it’s kind of hidden. If it were closed, I don’t think I would even realize it was here.” She pulled
I scratched the stubble on my chin with one hand, still looking at the diary. Alice did a little happy
Fuck, she was adorable. We sat down on the stairs together, and Sharpie sat a few steps above us,
Alice turned the page with extreme care, and her eagerness to read the secret thoughts of a
“So, let me guess. She’s going to ramble on and on about petticoats and ribbons or some shit.” I
Alice punched me in the arm. “Hush! Let me read.”
I was ready for any excuse to spend time with Alice, so I shut my mouth and listened.
She writes new adult, romantic fiction with a dash of suspense and a liberal sprinkling of humor.
A lifelong Southerner, Ashley creates quirky characters in a small-town setting. When she’s not
busy plotting her next book, Ashley is collecting cats and planning a future as a crazy cat
doesn’t knock, build a door,” by Milton Berle. She intends to build all the doors.
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