How (Not) To Kiss A Toad Blog Tour

Posted April 19, 2013 by girlswit in Author Spotlight, Blog Tours, Uncategorized / 0 Comments

Title: How (Not) To Kiss a Toad

Author: Elizabeth A Reeves
Published: December 2012
Word Count: Approx. 50,000
Genre: Contemporary Fantasy
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

Or does he have secrets of his own?

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.
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
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.
“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
“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
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
“I swear,” I muttered, “I am cursed.” 
“We know,” my roommates chorused. They’d heard it all before. Many times.

About the Author:
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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