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Wednesday, April 17, 2013

How (Not) to Kiss a Toad Blog Tour

I am so happy to be participating in this tour. I enjoyed this book so much and I can't wait to read more from Elizabeth. But before I get back into reading book two of this series let's get to know more about book one and the author.


Cindy Eller is a baker and a witch-- the creator of magical desserts that send the senses reeling and highlight the unique flavors of her native Southwest. All isn't sweet in her life, however-- every man she has ever kissed has turned immediately into a real, live, disgusting toad. Cindy has long since given up on ever finding true love. She has decided that ice cream will be her only true love.

Enter Timothy Borden, handsome, a foodie, and with dimples that make Cindy's stomach get all knotted up inside of her. Could he be the one to break her curse?

Or does he have secrets of his own?

Excerpt:
Closing the door of the house behind me, I tossed my purse on the couch and threw myself after it. I lay limply for a moment, wondering if I would ever have the energy to move again, then decided to get my-- oh, so stylish and oh, so painful-- shoes off before I cast off to drama land. If I was going to have a crisis, at least my feet wouldn’t hurt.

My roommate, Jessi, peeked her head around the door of the open freezer, a spoon dangling from her mouth. She looked me up and down, removed the spoon and quipped, “Prince Charming or Toad?”

I rolled my eyes at her. “Toad, of course.” I flopped back down, eyeing her spoon. “What do we have?”

She gave me another long look and disappeared back into the freezer. “I think you need Double Fudge Brownie Cookie Dough.”

I grinned. My roomie so got me. “Hand it over.”

She pitched it underhand and the pint came flying towards me, followed by a spoon. I dug into the rich decadence of the ice cream with a hopeful sigh. In my opinion, there were very few things in life that ice cream couldn’t fix.

As the first velvety icy mouthful slid down my throat, I let out a moan of pleasure, letting all the stress flow off of my shoulders.

SweetDreams Ice Cream had only been available in our grocery store for a few weeks and we were already hooked. It was so good I could even let a bad date roll off my shoulders.

“So...” Jessi flopped down beside me. I squinted at her pint. She was eating Chocolate Cherry Cocoa Bliss. I considered snatching it out of her hands and finishing it for her, but there was nothing wrong with me that ice cream was really going to fix.

“So, nothing,” I said, crossly. “We went to dinner, talked, held hands...”

“Kissed.” Jessi giggled.

I glared at her, then sighed. “Yeah... and ...”

“Toadsville!” Jessi giggled again.

“I’m so glad you think my personal life is so hilarious.” I said dryly.

She waved her hands. “No, no, I’m sorry. It’s just... Nathan was so a toad. You know it.”

He sure was. A giant, ugly, warty, slimy Colorado River Toad. He was nearly a pound of toxic waste done naturally.

Nasty.

In my limited experience the outside of the toad matched the inside of the man. Apparently I had just kissed a man whose insides were so gruesome that he was even more hideous than the average toad. Much as I hated bringing another toad home, I’d dodged a silver bullet on that one. If there was a perk to my personal hell, it was that I never dated a bad guy for long.

Not that I dated any guy for long.

I tried to remember why I had gone out with him in the first place, trying to ignore the huge ‘desperate’ sign that was blinking on and off like a huge neon sign in my brain. I sighed again. There had to be one good guy out there somewhere, right? One single someone who was not instant toad material.

“This is it,” I growled, licking my spoon clean. The ice cream was really good, insanely good even. “I’m done with men. I’m going to stick to ice cream.”

Jessi snorted. She’d heard it all before.

“I mean it this time,” I insisted. “I’m just going to focus on my work at the bakery and stop looking for a Prince Charming who obviously doesn’t exist.”

Tansy padded into the living room from her room, complete with pink halter top, baggy flowery pajama pants, and pink bunny slippers. Her light blond hair was gathered up in a rather messy looking ponytail. Her bangs were bound up in pin curls. Her eyes were slightly puffy. She looked like we had roused her up from a deep sleep. Even then she looked like the epitome of the angel next door. She held out her hand. “Ice me, baby.”

Jessi bounced up from the couch with far too much energy for that time of night. I shook my head as she disappeared back into the freezer. Just watching her exhausted me.

“Let’s see,” she said thoughtfully. “I think White Chocolate Strawberry Fantasy should do the trick.”

Jessi was quickly becoming our ice cream therapist. Not that you could ever go wrong with Tansy and pink. Even her car, an old ‘Bug’, was painted a brilliant pink.

Tansy held out her hand and was soon deep in her pint. “This is so good,” she said, around a spoonful. She paused, spoon in the air, as she regarded me.

I cringed, knowing what was coming.

“Toad?”

“Ha ha.” I searched in vain for another spoonful of fudgy bliss in my empty pint and sighed. “You guys enjoy my misery way too much.”
“Well, at least you’ll know Prince Charming when he comes around,” Tansy pointed out. “We just have to muddle through like everyone else.”
“We think I’ll know the right guy when he comes around. We don’t know for a fact. It may just be that I’ll be kissing toads until I’m ninety.”
It didn’t seem fair. I wasn’t flat out gorgeous like Jessi or even girl-next-door cute like Tansy, but I wasn’t exactly Hagsville either. Why I was stuck kissing toads instead of having a normal relationship, I didn’t know.
“I swear,” I muttered, “I am cursed.”

“We know,” my roommates chorused. They’d heard it all before. Many times.


My Review:
The cover drew me in but the story and characters kept my attention until the very last page.

 Cindy is a baker who also has magic in her genes. But she is also cursed to turn every man she kisses into a toad. And if that isn’t bad enough the Council of Magic has informed her she might lose her magic if she can’t handle her magic. After her last kissing incident she has vowed off men all together that is until Timothy walks into the bakery. He is perfect for her in every way but unless she can get her curse lifted she can’t risk turning another man into a toad.

 Cindy is a great heroine and all things she was baking sounded so good and made me wish I could visit the bakery. All the characters are great and had me laughing so much. I have found a new author that I just love and I can’t wait to read more by Elizabeth.

If you want a feel good funny romance with a horny toad or two read this book. You won’t be sorry. 
5/5 Bloody Fangs 

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Guest Post:
What sets your book apart from other books in the same genre?

How (Not) to Kiss a Toad is not a grand book about the salvation of the world or an all-consuming passion consuming two people. It is a simple book, about one woman, her life, and her dating issue, which just happens to be a little worse than most dating problems we non-witches face—she turns men into toads by kissing them. While so many books in the genre focus on immortality, sex, or the salvation of the world, mine is focused on more everyday problems—a witch living in our world, working alongside us, trying to make ends meet as we do, the odd moments of self-discovery, and searching for true love.
Set in Tucson, Arizona, this book explores the flavors of the city where I grew up—chipotle, sweetness and spice mixed together, fresh citrus, and tamarind. The setting is almost another character in the book. All the places are actual real places—from the bakery where Cindy first works, to the place she lives and the locations she visits throughout the book. I wanted to set my book in a place I knew by heart—and I wanted to share Tucson, the real southwest, not the usual fictional perceptions of the southwest. Tucson in this story is seen as it exists in my eyes—I was transplanted at a young age from Boston and have lived here ever since. I grew up in this mixture of culture. I’ve been hooked on Mexican candy since I was a kid… all of these experiences color the setting of this book.
Another thing that sets How (Not) to Kiss a Toad apart is the food. Rich, decadent, sweet and spicy, the flavors drive the story forward. Cindy’s genius and magic are all tied up in her food creations. I have been accused of making my readers crave sweets and ice cream. This book caters to readers who love witches, magic, and just happen to be Foodies as well.
Though in many ways How (Not) to Kiss a Toad is a love story, it is not a romance. There is no sex in the story. I’ve been accused of writing for a younger audience because of this, but that’s not the case. I just don’t write dramatic sexy fiction. It just wouldn’t make sense for Cindy to jump from kissing toads straight into bed with the first man she could. It wouldn’t be me, so that’s another thing that sets this story apart—it’s centered around the story, the characters, and not sexual exploits or physical attraction—though there is physical attraction! The only full-blown sensuality is in the desserts.
How (Not) to Kiss a Toad is for a reader who is craving a light, fast-paced read full of delicious food, fun characters, some surprising plot twists, and a real-feeling relationship, with all its little agonizing hurdles and heartbreaks. It’s about friendship, loyalty, betrayal, and working hard towards goals.


Legend has it that Elizabeth A Reeves was born with a book in her hands and immediately requested a pony. Though this story is questionable, it is true that books and horses have been consistent themes in her life. Born in Massachusetts, she was quickly transplanted to Arizona by a professor father and creativity-driven mother, who is the one responsible for saying "If you can't find a book that you want to read, write a book you want to read."

In her spare time, she likes to knit, weave, hatch chickens, and chase after her husband and four sons.

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I wanna say Thank you to Elizabeth for letting me review your book and Thank you to Jaidis for letting me participate in this blog tour. Make sure you enter the giveaway.
~Sabrina






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