Crushing
As a pampered and adored daughter of a wealthy Southern family Rory's life was seemingly perfect until her troubled childhood crush moves back in across the street forcing her to choose between him and the life that has been chosen for her.
As if that isn't enough, her quiet island town has turned dangerous. A good friend has gone missing, lending truth to the rumors of a serial kidnapper. In her quest to help she becomes a target and will have to make choices about love, friendship and the inevitable sacrifice that they both require. 
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Elena lives and writes in a suburb North of Los Angeles. She has never lived anywhere besides California which is probably a good thing since she hates being cold and is terrified to drive in the snow. She loves being a wife and a mother to her two kids and three dogs, although really the bulldog is the fourth child who has never matured beyond the toddler stage.
A self proclaimed nerd, she has been writing since she was a child. She has only recently, however, come out of the closet about this to her family and friends. They now understand better, but not completely, why she talks about characters in stories as if they are real people. Follow the Tour here to win a beach basket and a $50 Amazon Gift card for her tour.
Now for the guest post...
Classic Cars
In both of my books the love interests have classic cars for their ride. I have a fondness for American Muscle cars. Growing up my older brother and his friends all owned some type of American made muscle cars. They would stand out in front of my house almost every night and “bench race”. Trying to decide whose car was the fastest, what they should do to their cars to make them faster and what car they would buy next if they had the money.
Just about every Saturday night one of those guys would do a burn out in front of my house. Our street had to be repaved every year instead of every other because we had big grooves in the street in right front of my house that eventually became potholes.
Looking back on it now our neighbors must have hated us. Between the burn outs and the big thug looking boys hanging out in front of my house drinking beer until all hours I can’t imagine what they thought of us. We knew they were harmless but I’m pretty sure the neighbors didn’t.
I loved having so many big brothers. I would sneak out and try to be unobtrusive to listen to their conversations. If my parents caught me I was banished back to the house. Of course that made me want to be out there even more.
Everything I now know about cars I learned from them by osmosis. I’m pretty sure those guys are the reason I love cars in general. I love to drive and I’m a bit of a lead foot. I didn’t even know how much I knew about cars until I got to high school and could hold a conversation with guys when they started talking cars. I would get some strange looks but I thought it was perfectly normal.
So of course when I had to decide what cars the heroes of my stories would be driving it was easy. Yup whatever it was it needed to be classic muscle. Sometimes I tell you what they are and sometimes I leave it up to you to picture but they’re there because to me no car’s cooler than a classic.
In both of my books the love interests have classic cars for their ride. I have a fondness for American Muscle cars. Growing up my older brother and his friends all owned some type of American made muscle cars. They would stand out in front of my house almost every night and “bench race”. Trying to decide whose car was the fastest, what they should do to their cars to make them faster and what car they would buy next if they had the money.
Just about every Saturday night one of those guys would do a burn out in front of my house. Our street had to be repaved every year instead of every other because we had big grooves in the street in right front of my house that eventually became potholes.
Looking back on it now our neighbors must have hated us. Between the burn outs and the big thug looking boys hanging out in front of my house drinking beer until all hours I can’t imagine what they thought of us. We knew they were harmless but I’m pretty sure the neighbors didn’t.
I loved having so many big brothers. I would sneak out and try to be unobtrusive to listen to their conversations. If my parents caught me I was banished back to the house. Of course that made me want to be out there even more.
Everything I now know about cars I learned from them by osmosis. I’m pretty sure those guys are the reason I love cars in general. I love to drive and I’m a bit of a lead foot. I didn’t even know how much I knew about cars until I got to high school and could hold a conversation with guys when they started talking cars. I would get some strange looks but I thought it was perfectly normal.
So of course when I had to decide what cars the heroes of my stories would be driving it was easy. Yup whatever it was it needed to be classic muscle. Sometimes I tell you what they are and sometimes I leave it up to you to picture but they’re there because to me no car’s cooler than a classic.
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