Mortal Musings by Aria Glazki

Romance Promo Central is happy to welcome Aria Glazki to the blog. She’s here to share about her book, Mortal Musings. If this book sounds like something you would be interested in reading, please find buy links below and pick up a copy or two.

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Mortal-Musings-CoverMuse Alexandra has had it with the arrogant, ungrateful humans she is obligated to inspire. When the internal ranting of her latest charge pushes her past reason, she disregards the rules and forces her own words through his fingers, and is instantly entrapped in mortal form. With no magic, no identity, and no resources, Allie has no alternative but to navigate the mortal realm, depending entirely on her reluctant host while discerning what exactly caused her transformation — and how to reverse it.

Brett doesn’t have a chance to consider the words that mysteriously showed up on his screen; he’s too distracted by the stunning woman who appeared in his office out of nowhere. Before his brain can catch up, Brett’s uninvited guest becomes enmeshed in his everyday life. Her artless innocence gradually lessens his suspicions. Most importantly, the writer’s block that’s been plaguing him dissolves under the fantasies the naively beguiling Alexandra inspires.

All too soon, the forced proximity sparks a confounding awareness neither writer nor muse are able to resist.

Mortal Musings can be purchased from Amazon, B&N, iTunes and  Book Depository

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Aria Glazki’s writing story started when her seventh-grade English teacher encouraged her to submit a class assignment for publication. That piece was printed, and let’s just say, she was hooked!

Since then, Aria has run a literary magazine, earned her degree in Creative Writing (as well as in French and Russian literatures), and been published here and there. Though her first kiss technically came from a bear cub, and no fairytale transformation followed, Aria still believes magic can happen when the right people come together – if they don’t get in their own way, that is.

Other than all things literary, Aria loves spending time with her family, including her two unbearably adorable nieces. She also dabbles in painting, dancing, playing violin, and, given the opportunity, Epicureanism.

Aria can be found on her blog, Facebook, Twitter, Google+, Goodreads

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Excerpt:

The baked pasta was delicious, its varying textures mingling in Allie’s mouth. The same flavors simultaneously played within Brett’s, which was a strange thought to have.

Her clothes pressed uncomfortably against the heightened sensitivity of her skin.

Was this passion—thrilling at his touch? Or was it an inevitability borne of their prolonged proximity?

His scent and taste had invaded her senses. Was that the attraction of which humans wrote? The descriptions of naked, writhing bodies hadn’t made as distinct an impression on her as that brief moment with this one man.

What had they just done?

Their encounter had remained relatively chaste, insofar as she understood. What did that mean for her continued stay? It was entirely too complex.

Even after the previous night, she hadn’t anticipated the soft pleasure that had thrummed through her with him close, his lips playing over hers and down her neck briefly before he had pulled away.

She still didn’t understand why he had. Her fear that she’d been unacceptably maladroit hadn’t matched his subsequent words. Or him kissing her again.

“How is it?” His warm, clear eyes studied her.

Allie wanted to disappear under the soft scrutiny. Being noticed had its downsides. “It’s wonderful.” She slipped another gooey mix of cheese and vegetables into her mouth.

She longed to be closer to him, which made no sense. The previous night’s lack of sleep and the day’s heightened emotions had drained her. She needed to think, away from his perplexing proximity.

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Brett tossed a stress ball between his hands, staring at the protected pages on his screen. Allie had declined to spend time reading after dinner, claiming fatigue. Maybe she’d really been tired, but her uncertainty during their provocative make-out session made him think there was more to it.

Of course, his desire had to take a back seat to her innocence. Instead he tortured himself by rereading the heated scenes he’d written. The sensuality of the pages couldn’t compare to the unexpected sweetness of reality.