Ashlyn Chase
Ashlyn Chase has been a registered nurse for 20 years. During those years, she wrote articles for professional journals and a thesis, but eventually, thank goodness, discovered the joy and freedom of writing fiction.
Ashlyn considers herself lucky. Her degree in behavioral sciences is a combination of psychology and sociology, so she has worked with and studied people most of her life. She never has to write out exhaustive character sketches to understand her characters or predict how they will behave. That doesn't mean they don't surprise her. Sometimes they take her on grand unexpected journeys. For her, it gives "character driven novels" a whole new meaning.
Ashlyn has learned to go with the flow. To enjoy the journey is not only one of her writing goals, but also a challenge in life so she tries to follow where the story takes her. As such, she has lived in 17 different places over the years. At last, she's all settled down and comfy in New England.
Is there a grand design or do we decide our own fates? Perhaps if the powers-that-be have a plot, then they also give us the right to revise it. Ashlyn has certainly made detours on her path, but she thinks she's better for it. She's having fun at any rate and hopes that if she enjoys the journey, so will those around her—including her readers.
“You're amazing," she whispered hoarsely.He pushed back the hair from her face. "You too.""How? All I do is let you play me like a piano."He chuckled. "You've got a great keyboard.”
“Jason is explaining the ins and outs of being a bird shifter to Merry.She says:"Sheesh. Okay, I think I only have one more question.""Shoot. No, don't shoot, but ask away.""If someday I get pregnant, will I lay eggs or have babies?"He burst out laughing and didn't stop until she hit him.”
“Merry has just found her bio dad Sly and is meeting him for the first time (as her dad) and her beau Jason is confused:Jason scratched the back of his neck. "Does someone want to tell me what's going on here?"Sly lowered his voice and breathed heavily a couple of times. "Luke, I am her father.""Funny.""No, really," Merry said, wide-eyed. "It might be true.”
“Chad, honey, are you still here?""I'm waiting with bated breath."She listened for a moment, then smiled and said, "He's as anxious as a cat in a roomful of rocking chairs.”
“I do declare! I'd rather jump barefoot off a six-foot step ladder into a five-gallon bucket full of porcupines than see anything gad happen to you.""I don'y think that's necessary , but the situation scares me a little”