Thursday, August 7, 2014

BOOK BLITZ: Chasing Me (Cat Mason)

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Title: Chasing Me (Shaft on Tour, #3)

Author: Cat Mason

Publication Date: July 25, 2014

Genre: Contemporary Romance 

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Being the flashy frontman for the band Shaft definitely has its perks. Hunter Chesterfield, is infamous for exploiting them all shamelessly. When he isn't busy commanding the stage and wooing every groupie in sight, he's living for the three Bs; Bitches, Booze, and Bacon. He has it all, or so he thought. 

Women have always been disposable to Hunter. Frisbees to toss away once's he had his fun. There has never been a repeat rear-ender, until Chase.

Watching his bandmate, then his brother, fall in love has him wondering if he is even capable of love at all. Insatiable sex drive aside, no one would willingly want to deal with the storm brewing behind that sexy smirk, right? But, something about his smart mouthed, fiery Tiger Lily has Hunter rethinking everything.

While Hunter reevaluates his life, someone fromhis past comes back to haunt him; jeopardizing his future. The media is sniffing around, latching on to everything, and anything, they can dig up, as someone seems to be feeding the monster all Shaft's dirty secrets.

Lies and betrayal mix with banter, sex and bacon as Shaft prepares to release their new album and blow into the mainstream.

Shaft on Tour series
Shaft on Tour series

Escaping Me (Shaft on Tour, #1)

Facing Me (Shaft on Tour, #2)

Chasing Me (Shaft on Tour, #3)

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Chasing Me by Cat Mason


After shoving my jeans down my thighs, I hop up onto the table. Mitch’s eyes widen, his throat working hard to swallow. “What the hell are you doing? I’m not tatting your dick, man. I don’t have any desire to give my gun anything radioactive or fatal to everything except cockroaches.”

“You aren’t inking my deep depth finder. Why the hell would I want to prick my prick?” I explain, pointing to the center of my lower abdomen, just above my boxers. “I want a lightning bolt, right here.”

“The fuck?” Henry says, laughing outright now.

Looking over at Big Man, I flip him the bird. “Because, lightning is electrifying and exciting, oh, and it’s always followed by the less interesting thunder.” I say pointing toward the photo before winking at Mitch. His jaw ticks angrily and I wait for him to say something or beat my ass into this table. Instead, he grabs a pad and begins sketching my idea. No doubt, after all he has probably heard about me from Chase and Luke, he won’t be signing up to join my fan club any time before hell freezes over. He may have won my girl’s heart, but that doesn’t mean I have to be happy about it.

While Mitch the lucky bitch tattoos my bolt, I stare at the photo on his mirror of him wrapping his arm around my girl. Her smiling face as they sit in a booth of some restaurant, would take my knees out from under me if I wasn’t already lying here. There aren’t any pictures of us together, which is yet another thing that is mostly my fault. I didn’t want to make things public. I wanted privacy and no strings. Well, you’ve got that now man, and he’s got your girl.

Closing my eyes, I absorb the buzzing and the numbing burn of the gun, permanently marking me. I ignore Henry and Mitch making small talk and do what I have done every day since she left; replay memories of her in my head. I may have made the low blow joke about this piece of ink as a dig at Mitch, but it has more meaning than that. Lightning is supposed to only strike the same place once then it’s gone, leaving the place it touched forever changed. Very fitting, since the most electrifying thing I have ever felt hit me, shaking me for all I was worth, then vanished, taking all the sparks along with her.


“Come here you little shit.” There’s a loud rustling, things falling over and finally a dog growling.

Pushing the door open, I lean against the doorjamb and take a pull of my beer. “Looks like you’re having a problem taming the wiener.” I tease.

Chase has one hand clutching her towel to her chest, while she tries to grab Bits with the other. “This is not funny, Hunter. I can’t catch that damn dog. Leave it to me to be nice and let him out of the cage because I felt sorry for him.” She huffs. “He came in and snatched my panties off of the bed while I was in the shower.” She lunges for Bits, making him dart around the bed. “Shit!”

Chase bounces across the bed, nearly losing her towel. My dick jumps up and down rooting for Bits to never surrender because this shit is entertaining as hell. The dog sinks his teeth into the black and pink lace, flinging it from side to side as he growls at the offending piece of fabric.

Way to go buddy! It’s a call to all wieners for panty rebellion.

“Come here Bits.” Chase coos, crawling to the edge of the bed. Those perfect breasts nearly bursting out of the top of the towel as she moves. “Let me have it.” Oh I’ve got somethin’ she can have… I think to myself. Images of her screaming that as I plunge into her playing like a movie in my head.

Bits hunches down, making it clear he’s going to protect his prize.  He lets out a string of barks at Chase, which only fuels her anger. Climbing from the bed she inches closer to him. Like a true boss, Bits dodges her, diving under the bed. “Why aren’t you helping?” She asks, glaring at me.

Taking another pull from my beer I shrug. “I’m content over here in this general area watchin’ this play out.”

Chase looks down at her body. Her nipples playing an erotic game of peek-a-boo with me has me about to launch at her. “You’re such a pervert.” She accuses, reading my mind. Adjusting the towel, she meets my eyes. But I’m glad to see they are more filled with amusement, than anger.

“Did I ever lead you to believe differently?” I wink. “Bits, come here you little dick.” I call to the dog.

He waddles his little furry ass out from under the bed, that bundle of lace still between his teeth.“Whatcha got there, huh?” I say excitedly as he eats it up the attention like a whore at last call. Proudly, he walks over to me and lays them at my feet with a satisfied bark. “You’ve been trained well, my friend.” Leaning down, I scoop up Chase’s panties and toss them to her. “Who’s a good boy?” I ask Bits, patting his head.

“Trained my ass!” She exclaims, “He’s been here one day.”

“Don’t be jealous because he likes me more than you, Tiger Lily.” I shrug, teasing her. “It happens.”  

Excerpt Three:

Taking a breath, I hold my head up and walk into the bar. Hunter is parked on a stool, slumped over so that he is lying face down on the bar. The only movement he makes is the rise and fall of his even breathing. My feet carry me to him, as if moving on their own; taking me to where I desperately want to stay forever, by his side. Even if I know it is an impossible dream, that I am only punishing myself. I can let myself believe it if only for tonight, while I take care of him, that Hunter is mine.

“Shop washin’ me and come shit on my wap.” He slurs, making me laugh.

Unable to hide how amusing I find his slurring blunder, I hop onto the empty stool next to him. “I’m not washin’ or shitting on anything.”

Turning his face to meet my gaze, Hunter smiles at me sadly. “Tiger Lily, why’d you come? I’m assmole.”

“Because I care about you, assmole.” I giggle, sliding from the stool to help him to his feet. “Let’s get you back to your hotel, everything will be okay.”

Looking at me in disbelief, he blinks rapidly. “You’ll hate me.”

“I doubt that.” I reply. “He pay you up?” I ask the bartender, who just nods in my direction.

Wrapping my arms around his waist to steady him, I help Hunter stagger his way out to the van. “Wanna violate me in the car?” He slurs, reaching around to cup my ass. “Hump me… hump me…” I steady my grip when he flings his arms out, trying to keep us from crashing to the pavement. All while his singing a repeat chorus of ‘Hump me’ has a crowd gathering on thestreet.

“That’s Hunter from Shaft!” A woman screams.

“Holy shit, it is.” Someone replies, “Who’s your kitten for tonight Hunter?” The man asks, making Hunter stiffen against me. Shit.

Staggering forward, we bump into the van before Henry can get the door. “Who her?” Hunter slurs, “She’s not a kitten. Chase’s my Tiger Lily.” He explains as if it makes a difference to anyone staring or grabbing for a phone to snap a photo.

“Alright, time to go, brother.” Henry says, shoving Hunter into the van.

“Big Maaaaaaaaan!” Hunter sings, grabbing his arms. “Chase is gonna hummmmmmmp meeeeeeee!”

“Oh yeah, you’re shattered.” Henry chuckles, moving to let me climb in the back with our drunken songbird.

I blush ten shades of red at Hunter’s raunchy outburst, as camera phone flashes go off all around us. “We gotta get him outta here.” I say shoving into the van beside him. “He’ll be a trending topic before the sun comes up.” I say, slamming the door as Henry climbs into the driver seat and pulls out.

“Hashtag assmole!” Hunter says, sprawling across the bench seat, pulling me on top of him. “My dick wants to trend in your ass. Can I twitter your clitter?” He asks, arching his eyebrow.

The thought of him twittering anything with that amazing mouth of his has my entire body humming with excitement. My nipples harden against his chest. The fabric of my dress rubbing painfully against the aching points is not helping me focus on sobering him up. “Let’s get you back to the hotel Hunter, okay?” I purr sweetly. “Then I’ll help you get cleaned up before we feed you something. I’ll order bacon.”
He closes his eyes, no doubt having bacon devouring fantasies. “My penis is horny.”

Excerpt Four:

“Are you and my brother done pissing your names in the sand?” She asks turning on the light, making me jump. “I’m not some thing for you two to fight over, you know?” Her face is a hard line as she crosses her arms over her chest.

“I know.”
“No,” Chase says sternly, “I don’t think you do.” Her heels, click along the tile. I watch her hips sway through the kitchen even though I know I shouldn’t. She’s pissed, the last thing I should be doing is watching her ass in those tight jeans, but damn if I can’t help it. The denim stretches tightly as she grabs a beer from the fridge. “I make my own decisions, Hunter.” She clarifies, twisting the top off slowly. “I love you more than you know, honey.” Chase says, before taking a long pull from the bottle. “But, if my brother can’t…”

“Are you leaving me?” I blurt interrupting her, fear choking me like a damn fist.

Her eyes widen to the size of hubcaps, the shock of my question registering all over her face. Calmly, she sits the bottle on the bar. The sound of her heels clicking across the tile echoes through the room again, carrying her to me. Her hands meet my chest, shoving me hard. I stumble backward, falling onto the sofa.

“This isn’t a damn romantic comedy. This is not the turning point in the plot where I leave and you chase after me!” She exclaims, towering over me. “This is where I call you on your bullshit and we deal with it. It’s where we move on and I mean together. Where you finally get this through you’re fucking head… I. Am. Here. To. Stay. So, if I have to smack the shit out of you to make you see reason, I’m okay with that.” Leaning down, she is just inches from my face making it clear that I shouldn’t move from the cushions. “I. Love. You. What more do I have to do to make you believe I’m not fucking leaving you?”

Turning away from me, Chase paces the floor. “Damn men, always thinking running is easier. If I wanted easy I’d get a goddamn dog.” Bits barks in agreement from the corner. “Shut up asshole. You’re not a dog; you’re a holy terror who loves to eat my underwear!”  

About the Author
Cat Mason

Cat Mason is thirty years old and a mother to three children. She was born and raised in Granite City, Illinois which is just across the Mississippi river from St. Louis, Missouri. She currently lives in Virginia with her husband and children. Previously publishing Contemporary Romance under her real name, until she decided to lose the filter and let it all hang out. When she isn’t writing, she is reading or spending time with her friends and family.


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