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Release Tour & Review: The Art of Ghosting, by Ashley Hastings

Release Tour for The Art of Ghosting by Ashley Hastings
Brought to you by Forever Write PR


Based in her fictional town, 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. 




Alice won’t be tied down, not to a man, a place, or a house plant. Even her job as a traveling nurse allows her to go where she wants, when she wants. And men? She enjoys their company, but when a man gets too close, it must be time to ghost him. 
James is a man whore who lives for the no-strings hookup. James thinks he has it made with Alice – until
he falls hard for her and starts second-guessing his playboy ways. 
When James and Alice discover a 100-year-old journal in the walls of an old house she has inherited, they
learn to fall in love alongside the writer of the diary. But do they have a ghost of a chance of making this
relationship work? 
The Art of Ghosting is a standalone in a series of interconnecting novels. All of the books are set in the
small, fictional town of Peacock, and the characters cross over from book to book. Although the books
are linked, you can jump in and start reading with any book. Dual POV, contemporary romance with strong
historical elements. 


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**My Review**

Welcome to my stop on the release tour for the latest by Ashley Hastings, The Art of Ghosting! This is my second time reading a novel from this author, although I must admit, I didn’t make the connection until I had finished reading. This novel is about two commitment-phobes, James and Alice. James is a real-estate developer in the small town of Peacock and Alice is a traveling nurse that comes to town for her aunt’s funeral and to deal with the house that was left to her. Originally planning to fix up and sell the house so that she can move on to her next job, Alice finds herself captivated by James, the charming and mysterious old house, and the diary she finds hidden in the wall, belonging to a girl named Willow. As James and Alice work on the house and read Willow’s diary, they struggle to fight the connection between them and become completely captivated by Willow’s story and the home’s history.

James and Alice start the story as two people only interested in sex with no strings attached and I loved watching the draw between them and how their outlooks towards love and relationship changed as the story progressed. But the best part of this novel was Willow’s diary and watching her grow from a teenage girl into a young woman intellectually, sexually, and emotionally. Her and Kirby’s story was addicting and I found myself anticipating reading more from the diary right along with Alice and James. The author’s characterization was incredible and her writing made it seem as if I could hear Willow’s voice and feel her emotions on more than one occasion. 

The house that Alice’s aunt Rose left for her was almost a character itself. Hastings’ descriptions of the home were so vivid and intricate that it seemed as if it were a living, breathing entity all on its own. It took me back to my grandmother’s house when I was growing up, with all of its secret nooks and crannies that gave it so much charm! While reading this story and rooting for the couples to find their happily-ever-afters, I also found myself rooting for this old, beautiful house and hoping that a family would make it their home. 

The Art of Ghosting has some mystery, humor, romance, and sadness all intertwined within one book. I loved the blend of genres and themes and found this to be a complete page-turner. If you love romance with a dash of historical coming-of-age and suspense, then this should definitely be your next read. 

*Thanks to the author and ForeverWrite PR for providing this ARC in exchange for my honest opinion. 


Copyright @ Ashley Hastings 2019 


Okay, enough. I was going after this woman. I would look at the house, make my recommendations, and
then I would ask her out.
No harm in making it an actual date, right?
I would take her out for dinner, and we could share a good bottle of wine and even better conversation. I
wanted to get to know her. I wanted to hear about her travels and why she had chosen such a vagabond
So what that I was deviating from my usual routine. Yes, I trolled bars and 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 sex? I would be clear
on my expectations and expect the same from her.
No problem.
I took about two minutes to unpack, which consisted of throwing my folded clothes into the dresser and
putting toiletries in the bathroom. I would worry about cleaning and uncovering the furniture later.
Right now, I had a woman to woo.
After stopping at my truck to grab my toolbox, I walked back to the main house and let myself in, making a
note to get a copy of the key from Alice. I made my way back down to the basement, figuring that was as
good a place to start as any.
I was surprised to see Alice on all fours at the entrance to the closet underneath the stairs. I took a
moment to appreciate the view, because I’m still a man, before saying her name.
She jumped.
“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
pointed to an access panel I assumed hid some sort of plumbing or electrical system. It was ajar.
She leaned into me, trying to get a better look in the gloomy basement. My brain promptly short-circuited
as I breathed in her natural scent. Like rainwater or newly fallen snow. Fresh and beautiful.
Shaking it off, I reached in the toolbox for my flashlight and switched it on. I illuminated the dark corner of
the closet, and Alice stepped in front of me. Crouched down on the floor again, she called for Sharpie, and his shining eyes appeared.
Alice held out her hand, and Sharpie slowly advanced, finally giving in to head butt her outstretched hand. His purr filled the closet.
Alice rubbed his head. “Does that feel good, Little Sir?”
I bet it did.
“This is an odd place for an access panel. I mean, it’s so low to the ground.” I was mostly talking to myself, but Alice nodded.
“Yeah. And it’s kind of hidden. If it were closed, I don’t think I would even realize it was here.” She pulled
the panel open wider so I could see inside.
I leaned in further and shone the flashlight deeper into the panel opening. Still seeing nothing of interest, I
stepped back.
Alice stopped me with one dainty hand on my arm. “Wait! What was that?”
Alice fished her hand around, out of my view, and pulled out a small cloth bundle with a triumphant flourish.
We stepped out of the cramped closet, and Alice unwrapped her find. We stared at a small, leather book
of some kind.
Alice opened the old book with care. Scrawled on the first page with a feminine hand were the words,
“Diary of Willow Baxter, Started November 1918, Age 16.”
“Holy shit.” I scratched the stubble on my chin with one hand, still looking at the diary.
Alice did a little happy dance. “Willow must have lived in the house and hid her diary here. This is so
freaking cool.”
Fuck, she was adorable.
We sat down on the stairs together, and Sharpie sat a few steps above us, spread his legs, and started
cleaning his asshole with no shame whatsoever.
Fucking cats.
Alice turned the page with extreme care, and her eagerness to read the secret thoughts of a teenager
from over a hundred years ago made me smile.
“So, let me guess. She’s going to ramble on and on about petticoats and ribbons or some shit.” I rolled
my eyes, prepared to be bored.
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.


Author Ashley Hastings: 


Ashley Hastings latest book is Sweet Talk. 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 lady.


Ashley’s favorite quote is “If opportunity doesn’t knock, build a door,” by Milton Berle. She intends to build
all the doors.




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