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Welcome to the Riptide Publishing/Ann Gallagher blog tour for All The Wrong Places!spacer


I wonder if this is what a blind date feels like.

Sitting in a booth on the bar side of the Captain’s Lounge restaurant, drumming my nails on both sides of my glass and staring at the door, I was beyond restless. The handful of other people sprinkled throughout the mostly deserted bar must’ve thought I was crazy. Or hopped up on Monster or something. I just couldn’t sit still.

Zafir was ten minutes late.

Then fifteen minutes late.

As the half-hour mark crept up, I flagged down the waitress and paid my bill. I could take a hint.

I didn’t know what I felt right then. He was a stranger. He owed me nothing. But I was disappointed. He knew things I was struggling to understand, and asking him face-to-face was somehow less intimidating than posting behind the cover of a screen name. I wanted a human being to talk me through this shit, so I could maybe believe I wasn’t fucked up. It was a lot easier to believe there was nothing wrong with me if someone was looking me in the eye and saying, “Don’t worry, dude—I’m just like you.”

Kinda hard to do that if he didn’t show up, though.

The waitress thanked me for coming in, and as she left with her tip, I picked up my skateboard and started to stand.

And right then, Zafir flew in through the door. I froze. He saw me and hurried toward the booth.

“I am so sorry.” He took off his hat, which matched his embroidered black Old Country Pizza shirt. “We got crazy busy tonight, and we had to do a huge run to one of the soundstages, so . . .” He groaned. “Anyway, I realized a bit too late I didn’t have your number, so I couldn’t text you and—”

“It’s okay.” I smiled and eased myself back onto the bench, gesturing for him to take the other. “I don’t have anywhere to be tonight.”

“Okay.” He exhaled and dropped onto the bench. A few strands of black hair had fallen out of his ponytail, and he brushed them out of his face. “Anyway. Sorry I’m late.”

“Don’t worry about it. I appreciate that you came at all.” I gestured at the bar. “Can I buy you a beer?”

“Well, not a beer, but I could go for a Coke.”

“Not a drinker?”

Zafir shook his head and tapped a small pendant hanging below his collar. “Muslim.”

“Oh.” I straightened and gave the pendant—a crescent and star—a double take. “I didn’t realize . . . I guess—”

“Relax.” He smiled. “You met me where I sell sex toys and porn. Most people don’t immediately guess that I’m Muslim.”

“You did say you were . . .” I winced. “Damn. You told me where you’re from, and I—”

“Lebanon. I was born in Lebanon.”

“Right. You said that. Sorry, I—”

“Brennan.” When I met his gaze, he patted the air with both hands. “Chill. I’ve thrown a lot of info at you. I don’t expect you to be an expert at Zafir trivia.”

“Fair enough. Uh . . . drinks. Right.” I flagged down the waitress again. She gave me a puzzled look, but didn’t comment. She just took our orders—Cokes for both of us—and left again.

“So . . .” I hesitated, not wanting to sound like an idiot. “How long have you been in the States?” Eh, it was a good enough icebreaker as any.

“I’ve been here since I was three.”

“Explains why you don’t have an accent.”

Laughing, he nodded. “Yes, it does.”

The waitress came back with our sodas. As Zafir took a deep swallow from his, he looked around at the maritime-themed restaurant—the weathered driftwood; the faded black-and-white photos on the walls of boats, fish, and seagulls; and even an old helm suspended above the bar.

He set the glass down and wrapped both hands around it. “Man, I haven’t been here in ages.”

“I’ve never been here.”

“Really?” He shifted his attention to me. “You’re missing out. My ex and I used to come here all the time.”


Zafir nodded, a faintly nostalgic smile on his lips as he gazed around the room again. “He was a fish-and-chips junkie, and this is one of the best places to get them in this town.”


“I didn’t know that. Might have to try them sometime.”

“I’d order them now, but . . .” He made a face. “I can’t eat anything after a shift at Old Country.”

“You can’t?”

“Ugh. No. Everything tastes like grease and garlic. I mean, except . . .” He raised his glass. “Coke or water usually tastes fine. Half the time, the first thing I do when I get off shift is shotgun a bottle of water or two.”

“That I believe. I worked in a burger joint for about six months, and I don’t think I’ve ever drunk that much water in my life.”

“Right?” He took another drink. “So which burger place was it?”

“Oh, a little locally owned shop out in Port Townsend. They folded a few years ago.”

“Seems like a lot of the best ones do.” He gestured at our maritime-themed surroundings. “Aside from this one. It’ll probably be here till the end of time.”

“Probably, yeah.” I ran a finger around the rim of my glass. “So you came here with your . . . ex-boyfriend?”

“All the time.”

“So you’ve . . .” I shifted in my seat, not sure how much to pry. After all, he was here to answer my questions about asexuality, not his sexuality. Which happened to be asexuality. Right? “You’ve dated men?”



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About Ann Gallagher

Ann Gallagher is the slightly more civilized alter ego of L.A. Witt, Lauren Gallagher, and Lori A. Witt. So she tells herself, anyway. When she isn’t wreaking havoc on Spain with her husband and trusty two-headed Brahma bull, she writes romances just like her wilder counterparts, but without all the heat. She is also far too mature to get involved in the petty battle between L.A. and Lauren, but she’s seriously going to get even with Lori for a certain incident that shall not be discussed publicly.



Every comment on this blog tour enters you in a drawing for a choice of two eBooks off my backlist (excluding All The Wrong Places, but including books written as L.A. Witt or Lauren Gallagher) and a $10 Riptide Publishing store credit. Entries close at midnight, Eastern time, on June 20th, and winners will be announced on June 21st.  Contest is NOT restricted to U.S. entries.




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Sophia Rose

Ah, poor guy! He’s so nervous. Looking forward to the rest of the story.


I don’t think I have read anything by Ann Gallagher, but I have read (and loved) several books by her alterego LA Witt. All the Wrong Places sounds like a good read.


I am going to have try some Ann/Lauren Gallagher since I have loved LA Witt’s books. Thanks for the post!

Serena S.

I read some books by her other pen names, she’s a great author.


I’ve been wanting to read this!


Monique D

The TBR pile got higher!


This book sounds good


Interesting blurb and excerpt.


thanks for the excerpt, I look forward to reading it!


I like this’s very realistic

Amy R

Thanks for the post.

Nihcki S

How is the giveaway over, with winners posted, as I’m reading this at 3:30pm Eastern Time on Monday, June 20, 2016, when the contest is stated to be open to entries until midnight , Eastern Time, June 20, which is not until later tonight? I’m just curious, because it says winners will be announced on June 21, which is tomorrow. Feels like I’m livin’ in the Twillight Zone (remember that song?). ?