Baby Girl 3: City the the Bay +Giveaway

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Elle Klass Bio:

Elle was born into this world in Redwood City, California and spent her childhood growing in and around the San Francisco Bay Area. She graduated from the University of North Florida with a bachelor’s degree in education. For fun she reads, spends time at the beach, travels, and enjoys time with her favorite friends, and family. She is a night-owl known to be a hermit during rainy days, as she has a love for sun, and is mostly found poolside over the hot, humid summer months.

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Book Blurb – Baby Girl Book 3: City By The Bay

Follow Cleo, who has once again changed her identity, this time to Shanna Nu, an orange moppy-headed homely girl, or so she tries to portray, as she travels to San Francisco seeking employment with the La Tige Detective Agency to search for answers. La Tige, a hard, sloppy man, lacking in social graces manages to worm a way right into her heart. Finally entering adulthood, Cleo realizes who she is inside, and through La Tige and a few other friends, she finds that true affection is forcing her to desperately pursue the answers to the mystery surrounding her birth and biological family. She manages to tie up a few loose ends while unraveling a few more.

Excerpts:

Excerpt 3

No sooner had I walked out the door than I heard footsteps from behind. Fear surfaced inside me as the terrors of my past came rushing back. I slipped around the corner and waited. Soon enough, a form drew closer as I watched its shadow through the street lights glide across the pavement. I positioned myself and brought my leg out in front of me as the shadow person walked past. This caused him to trip and fall flat on his face. Familiar tufts of chestnut hair crashed forward, “Bub? Oh, I’m so sorry. I thought maybe…nevermind. Why are you following me?” I asked as I offered my hand to help him up. His nose was bloody. It seemed my self defense skills had that effect on people, I thought, remembering when I threw Halette over my shoulder in Paris, twice.

He took my hand and sheepishly said, “I just think you’re beautiful and wanted to know you better.” Ay yi yi, what was it with men?

“Alright, look, I feel bad and your nose is bleeding. I’ll buy you a drink,” I offered.

His face lit up and a huge smile creased his lips as blood slowly trickled down his chin. “That’d be nice.”

I bought him a drink while the bartender readied a rag and ice for his nose. “It might be broken,” I said, feeling pangs of guilt.

The bartender, a young dark haired woman with surreal emerald eyes, chuckled as she said, “He’ll be okay. At least once a week he incurs the wrath of one young lady or another.”

“So you’re a lady chaser and I was the menu for tonight?” I asked Bub.

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He replied, his face now turning as red as a tomato, “Can’t we enjoy this drink before you run off again?” He stared fiercely into my eyes, so much so that it made me uncomfortable. Then he drew closer and said, “You look a lot like that model. You know, the one who’s dating the really rich French guy, umm Jennifer… no Juniper… I got it” Then he said, as if he found the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, “Justine!”

He would literally throw his cases, open and closed, onto my desk, making a slobbish mess of them all. That I did not appreciate. “Really, do you have to throw them? You nearly knocked over my coffee! Your desk may look like a tornado rolled over it, but I like mine neat.”

“So I see.” His eyes scanned the length of my desk. “ Lunch?” he humphed.

“Yes. Thanks,” I accepted and felt we were bonding. He took me to a Mexican joint where we stuffed our faces with mega-sized burritos washed down with beer. Where else can a person drink on the job, paid for by the boss? As he ate, food stuck to his five o’clock shadow and dropped onto his tray. He was as messy at eating as he was with everything else.

“You are a man of many words,” I said sarcastically. He humphed with a mouth full of food, some falling to his tray. I took that as a cue to continue, “We walked past an office supply store on the way here. We are going to stop there on the way back. There are a few things we need,” I ordered.

He swallowed his food this time and actually spoke instead of humphing, “Yeah, OK.” Then he wiped his face, displaying he had at least some social graces.

“Easy, go light on the gas. This baby’s got eight cylinders and plenty of go horses under the hood.” Why would someone put horses under the hood? A question better left unanswered.

My uneasiness behind the wheel only intensified as he had me driving all over San Francisco, up and down hills and around curves. I either took the turns too sharply or too loosely. At the top of each hill seemed to be a stop sign. Nothing below it was visible, like stop signs to the edge of nothingness.I had underestimated the stopping power of the beast on flat road and more haphazardly on hilly roads, nearly catapulting us into the windshield my first few stops. We were fortunate the old car had functioning seatbelts.

“Do you think about how much pollution this beast of yours puts into the air?” I asked.

“Never. Keep driving.” Simultaneously, as he spoke the words, his phone started ringing to the tune of “Bad to the Bone”. “La Tige… yup.” Hanging up the call he turned to me, “Nu, follow that sign. We have somewhere to be.” That sign happened to be the on ramp to the Bay Bridge.

“A bridge. A big bridge with lots of traffic. You can’t be serious. I’ve almost killed us at least twice going up and down these crazy hilly roads!” I yelped with true fear in my quivering voice.

“Dead serious. You’ll be fine. Wouldn’t ride with you if I thought you’d kill me.”

I’ll be fine. I did not have confidence in that statement. I had to remind myself to breathe as we plowed forward onto the bridge. I didn’t like the edge lane, but was too scared to move. I forced myself to remember all the other near death experiences in my life as we cruised across the bridge.

I waited at the front door, my back to the side of the house, waiting. I pressed my ear up to the house. All I heard was an eerie, dead silence, so I slid the door open a smidge, enough to peer in. The lights from the street illuminated a sliver that flowed over the tile floor and rested on a family picture of Mr. Nomes’ partner Fred and his wife Jeanne. The suspense was wrenching at my guts, and I figured since I had the door ajar I might as well slip inside before she noticed the sliver of light. Inside was dark, so I fumbled around blindly with my hands outstretched. The last thing I wanted to do was bump into something that would make a loud noise and give away my position. I found a hallway. My eyes had now adjusted to the darkness and I proceeded with the utmost caution.

A dim light shone from under a doorway. I grew closer and closer to the light as I eased towards it. From behind, a strong male hand wrapped around my mouth and forced me into him. Not a smart thing to do. I was always getting caught from behind so my fight or flight sense kicked in and I elbowed his ribcage hard. An out of breath La Tige sputtered in a whisper, “Nu, shit.”

Cleo Unplugged – Interview

Q- What is your name?

A-        My name is Cleo, that was Einstein’s name for me. Currently, I go by the name Shanna. In the past, I have also used the name Justine. I hope to go back to Cleo legally. As far as my birth name I have yet to find that out.

Q-  What are your hobbies?

A-        I enjoy cooking. My mom never did and we lived off hot dogs, grilled cheese and anything out of a can or box, yuck! Then I spent some years on the streets and ate anything that was edible. It was that or starve. Once my life settled down with Einstein I decided to start meddling in our kitchenette and learned to create art out of food.

Q-  Out of the various places you’ve lived do you have a favorite?

A-        It seems I’ve spent my life running from everything and some unseen but known danger that surrounds me. I enjoyed living in Paris and learning about a new culture. I love San Francisco. It’s a beautiful city. At night, everything sparkles and the hills seem to call my name. Most of all I have met the best people In S.F. that I could ever hope to meet. They say the home is where the heart and my heart belongs to Kacy and La Tige. Fetch is another story.

Q- A question I’m curious about and I know others are as well. It’s personal so I hope you don’t mind giving us some insight. You keep meeting dream men and yet you always leave them, why?

A-        That is personal but I’ll answer it. I don’t really know. I’m still heartbroken over Einstein he’s always on my mind but I have accepted our fate so that’s not it. The men I meet just aren’t right or the timing is all wrong. I need to understand my roots first before I go plunging into a relationship that may end up with children. So maybe one day when I’m ready the right man will come along.

Q- You spent your youth homeless; what advice do you have for other kids with similar circumstances?

A-        Always observe your surroundings and don’t trust everyone. There are too many people out there who want to use children on the streets. I survived because I learned them quickly. I stuck to myself and my senses were always on alert. I wasn’t afraid to stand up for myself or too ashamed to run when I needed. In fact, I ran a lot, most of the time. I wouldn’t suggest breaking and entering. I feel bad for many of my crimes, even though it was survival.

Q- You encountered a huge change in lifestyle when you went to Paris yet you didn’t let it go to your head. How did you manage that?

A-        I spent most my time hiding out. When I had to face the crowds, I was paparazzi shy. I hated their cameras always blinding me. The wealth was great but never was it mine; Didier is a kind and generous man. I never saw any of it as permanent. My life has always been one of transition.

Q- What accomplishment are you most proud of in your life?

A-        The fact that I’m still here and thriving.

Q- You are on a quest to find answers to your past and a family you never knew you had. What would you say to them if they were here now?

A-        A few very unchoice words.. I’m curious about them but have no plans for Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners. I want to know what went through their knuckle heads to bring such a life as mine onto an innocent baby. They will get a piece of my mind when I’m sure who they are. They might as well save face and not use any excuses.

Q-  Describe yourself in three words?

A-        Determined, scared, persistant

Book soundtrack

  1. Dancing Queen by Abba – song she dances to in the bar

http://youtu.be/xFrGuyw1V8s

  1. Happy Trails by Van Halen – the song that gave Happy Trails Bar its name

http://youtu.be/PUqcG0uLuN8

  1. Hold the Line by Toto- song Fetch sings to her in Karoke bar after game

http://youtu.be/gQNHbwhdZbU

  1. She Wolf by Megadeath- Song Slug’s brother was listening to when he rolled up

http://youtu.be/IG05rgdWH8Y

Music they listened to during their trip to Santa Cruz

  1. Stay the Night by Hayley Williams

http://youtu.be/i-gyZ35074k

  1. Just the Way You Are by Bruno Mars

http://youtu.be/LjhCEhWiKXk

  1. Let’s Talk About Sex by Salt-N-Pepa

http://youtu.be/ydrtF45-y-g

  1. Am I Wrong by Nico & Vinz

http://youtu.be/bg1sT4ILG0w

  1. Maps by Maroon 5

http://youtu.be/NmugSMBh_iI

  1. All of Me by John Legend

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Giveaway code –

Elle Klass Blog Tour Giveaway

Baby Girl Book 1: In the Beginning by Elle Klass – Is free on these sites belowe –

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