On Solid Ground by Quinn Anderson Blog Tour, Guest Post, Excerpt & Giveaway!

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On Solid Ground


Quinn Anderson

Chance Crawford and Kit Gibbons are on the cusp of an epic office romance. After months of saying hi in the elevator and making small talk at parties, they’re both dying to make a move. Too bad neither of them can work up the courage. Nerdy, risk-averse Chance is waiting for Kit to give him a sign, whereas Kit’s too afraid of being out in his professional life to date the cutie from IT. If only one of them could find the proper motivation, their shaky flirtation could become something real.

Then an earthquake rocks their city. They band together to help others escape, until an aftershock leaves them trapped in a collapsing office building with little hope of survival. The very earthquake that brought them together could also tear them apart.

Drunk on fear and adrenaline, passions run high, but how can they think about romance when any minute could be their last? They’ll have to face danger, themselves, and each other before they can get back on solid ground.

Quinn Anderson!

Thanks for joining me on my book tour! I’m Quinn Anderson, author of the Murmur Inc. series, and I’m here to share some inside information about On Solid Ground, coming out New Year’s Day, 2018. Stay tuned to hear about the inspiration for this novel, get some fun facts, and learn more about the characters. Leave comments on the tour posts for a chance to win a $10 Riptide Publishing gift card!

Writing Action-Adventure

For those of you who are familiar with my work, you know I predominantly write romantic comedies. This book, while certainly both romantic and quite funny in places, was a bit of a deviation for me, since it falls into the action-adventure genre.

Going into it, I knew it was important that I convey a serious tone, since natural disasters are an no laughing matter. In fact, as I was writing this, Hurricane Irma was in the process of devastating my home town, and it made ON SOLD GROUND all the more eerie for me.

I wrote this book in just eight days. It was like it wanted to be written. It leapt onto the page! Though it still presented plenty of challenges. I had to balance romance and humor with making sure the story was full of tension and life-or-death consequences. I honestly had a lot of fun with it!

My favorite scenes are mostly the quieter ones, when the characters set up a base camp and get to know one another. But even those segments are punctuated with action that I hope will get your hearts pounding!


2:17 p.m., Monday, August 13th

After the world ended, everything was dark.

Chance pulled his shirt up over his mouth and tried to breathe normally, but there was too much dust in the air. It filled his dry throat like cotton, making him cough until he was raw. He stumbled over the rubble covering the office floor and fell against one of the few walls that was still standing. It shuddered beneath his weight, and fear lanced through him. It was all he could do to keep himself upright; his limbs were jellied, and his head swam. Panic ate at his stomach lining. Any minute now, he was going to be sick.

“Kit!” His raspy voice grated the air. It echoed eerily down the empty hall. An emergency floodlight flickered up ahead. He headed for it. “Kit, where are you?”

Silence greeted him with a cold handshake.

He took a few more ungainly steps. He was trembling, despite the cloying heat. Shock? Maybe. Or perhaps the earthquake had wormed its way into his bones. As the quiet dragged on, bile rose up in the back of his throat. If something had happened to Kit . . . If he was dead, or hurt . . .

The bile wet his throat enough for him to yell again. “Kit! Can you hear me?”

He looked around but saw no trace of him. Broken glass littered the floor, glinting in the dim light. Bits of wood stuck out from gaping holes in the walls and snagged at his clothes like fingers. A long, jagged crack ran through the tile beneath his feet, revealing peeks at the cement foundation, which chilled his blood.

Suddenly, there was a sound at the end of the hall. Shuffling, and then something like splintering wood.

Oh God, is the roof caving in?

Chance looked up and let out a sob. Ceiling tiles were hanging off dented frames. Parts of it were so caved in they gave glimpses of cracked concrete and the fucking sky, clear through the roof. Chance was no architect, but that couldn’t be a good sign.

Before panic could consume him, he heard more shuffling. He blinked sweat and dirt from his eyes and looked toward it.

“Chance!” A man appeared at the end of the hall. He caught sight of Chance and picked his way over fallen beams. “I’m here!”

“Oh, thank God. Kit.” Chance hurried toward him. His shoe caught on a stray scrap of metal, but he kicked it aside. “When you stopped answering me, I panicked. I tried to find you. I—”

“Don’t move! I’ll come to you.” Kit reached him and grabbed both of his shoulders. “It’s all right now. I’m here.”

Chance held on to Kit in turn, eyes darting over his face as he searched for signs of injury. His hair was dark with sweat and sticking up. There was no trace left of the careful grooming it’d sported mere hours ago. Grime streaked Kit’s jaw. A trail of blood trickled past one of his brown eyes.

But he was alive. He was okay. And right now, he was the most beautiful thing Chance had ever seen.

“Did you find the exit?” Hope flickered in his chest. “Was there a way out?”

Kit stared at him for a long moment before his eyes dropped like weights. “It’s no good. Everything’s blocked off. We could try to clear a path, but I can’t tell what’s debris and what’s a support beam. If we move the wrong thing . . .”

Chance bit back a sob. “The roof might collapse.”

“Yeah.” Kit touched Chance’s cheek. “In fact, it probably will.”

Chance’s heart sank to the ground along with Kit’s gaze. The quiet hanging around them seemed thick and final. Chance could hear his own pulse in his ears as it slowed. After a long, heavy silence, he finally said the thing they both knew, the thing that needed saying even though it was unbearable.

“That was our last chance. There’s no other way out.”

His words rang like bells in the air, heralding ill fortune.

“I know.” Kit let out a breath that turned into a sniffle and held Chance’s face in his hands. “Chance, I’m so sorry. We’re trapped in here.”

* * * * * * *

9:08 a.m., Monday, August 13th

Chance glared up at the flickering fluorescent light above his desk and willed it to make a choice: on or off. If it stayed on, he could work in peace. If it died, he could have it replaced. But so long as there was a spark—no pun intended—of life left in that old bulb, the office manager wouldn’t replace it. It would be free to strobe Chance into a zombie-esque stupor.

That was what he got for taking a job in an office building that was older than his parents. Nothing worked the way it was supposed to. It wouldn’t surprise him if the roof came down on their heads one of these days.

But hey, at least he had dental.

With a sigh, he turned his attention to the computer in front of him. While he waited for the sluggish internet to log him into his email, he let his eyes drift. His desk was covered in personal items: a Doctor Who mug full of paperclips, a stuffed frog he’d won at an office party, and several photos of his family. His nephews were front and center, smiling at him from a wooden frame as they stood over a sandcastle they’d built.

There was one item on his desk he did his best to ignore every morning. The dreaded headset. The thing he had to put on by 9:30 a.m. so he could start taking calls. And start losing his faith in humanity.

Not that Chance didn’t enjoy his job. He did. He’d just expected to do more coding and less customer service. Being an IT guy in an office full of older professionals was kind of like being a celebrity: everyone claimed to love him, but if he failed to perform, they’d turn on him like a pack of Bolton hounds.

Good thing they seldom asked him to do anything more complicated than troubleshoot their wi-fi.

His email finally loaded, revealing a bursting inbox, as per usual. Thirty-eight new requests since he’d left on Friday, and as he watched, another one popped up. It was going to be a busy day.

“Once more unto the breach,” he muttered.

“Talking to yourself already?” said a voice behind him. “That’s not a good sign.”

Chance spun around in his desk chair and smiled at the pretty black woman who’d entered their joint cubicle. “Morning, Marci.”

“Morning. Got the kids with me today.” Marci hiked one of the aforementioned children up on her hip and blew a strand of curly hair away from her eyes. “Nadia’s doing field work, and her mother couldn’t sit, so we’re having an impromptu bring-your-kids-to-work day.”

“Awesome! Who says Mondays can’t be fun?” Chance leaned to the side in his chair and peeked around Marci’s legs. He caught sight of big brown eyes before Marci’s oldest daughter, Shana, repositioned herself, giggling.

“It’s such a shame you didn’t bring Shana with you.” Chance switched to the other side and got another glimpse before Shana hid again. “I had a Tootsie Roll for her, I guess I’ll have to give it to her sister instead.” He dug one of the candies out of a bag in his desk drawer and mimed liked he was going to hand it to Ranelle. The baby was too young to even hold the candy, let alone eat it, but Shana didn’t know that.

Just as he’d predicted, Shana burst out of hiding. “Gimme!” She launched herself into his lap.

Chance caught her and lifted her up, blinking his own dark hair out of his eyes. “Shana! I had no idea you were here. You’re getting so big.”

Shana squirmed in his arms, so he set her on his lap. “Guess how old I am now.”

It’d been ten days since the last time she’d had Chance guess, but he indulged her. “Are you . . . sixteen?”

She shook her head, and the colorful beads decorating her braids clacked together twice.


Clack. Clack.

“Tell me.”

She held up four fingers.

“Goodness.” He widened his eyes comically. “You’re practically middle-aged.”

Marci hooked the toe of her flats under her desk chair and pulled it out before sinking heavily into it, Ranelle cradled in one arm. “That’s how I feel most days. Have kids, they said. It’ll be fun, they said. Did I tell you Nadia wants another one?”

“Right away?”

“I sure hope not. I reckon she’ll talk me into it in another four years, like she did with this one.” She kissed Ranelle’s brow, and Ranelle burbled happily.

“Knowing your wife, I don’t doubt it.” Chance turned his attention to Shana. “Maybe a little brother next time?”

“Yeah!” Shana flung a hand out, as if in excitement, but Chance didn’t miss how it went straight for the Tootsie Roll that was clenched in his fist.

At the last second, he tugged it out of reach. “Ask your mom first.”

Shana turned her giant puppy eyes on Marci. “Pleeease?”

“It’s all right with me, but you have to eat something green for lunch.”

Chance presented her with the candy. Shana had it unwrapped and in her mouth in two seconds flat. Prize obtained, she slid off of Chance’s lap and bounced over to Marci, who had finished nestling Ranelle into her carrier. Marci then pulled books and toys out of an overflowing bag for Shana.

It was a good thing they were in a double cubicle, and one of the larger ones on the floor. For that matter, it was lucky Marci had the most quiet and well-behaved children in the world, or she’d never be able to bring them to work.

“We in for a busy day?” Marci asked when she and the girls were settled.

“Yup. It’s Monday all right.” Chance swiveled back to his computer and groaned when he saw two new emails. They were popping up like Hydra heads. “Better get started.”

They worked in silence for the first half hour. Chance hunted through his emails, looking for anything he could answer quickly. One person’s printer had stopped working after a power outage. They’d neglected to try turning it on again. Another person wanted his computer to stop making “noise,” and so Chance directed him to the volume button, with its handy mute function.

Everything beyond that was more complicated. Chance happily scheduled appointments for the other requests. He preferred going to people’s offices and fixing whatever was wrong as opposed to remotely walking them through instructions. He wasn’t certain what it was about technology that made people so irritable, but even in their laid-back office, people were quick to lose their cool over the phone.

Which was why, when nine thirty rolled around, he took a deep breath before picking up his headset and positioning it on his head. Not five seconds later, his line flashed with his first call of the day. He hit a button, picked up the receiver, and affected his customer service voice. “Good morning. This is Chance from IT. How may I help you?”

“Hey, Chance,” said a wheezing voice. “This is Duncan from the chiropractor’s office. I dunno what I did, but I hit a button on my laptop, and now everything’s small.”

“Everything where?”

“On the laptop.”

Chance frowned. “You mean the screen resolution got smaller, or . . .?”

“Maybe? It’s all small.”

Hands down the hardest part of Chance’s job was figuring out what the hell people were describing to him.

“Is the text small?”

“The text. Images. Everything in my internet browser. Not anything else though.”

“Oh!” The light above him flashed coincidentally on. “I think I know what happened. Do me a favor. Find the control key and press it.”

“Okay. I’m pressing it.”

“Now hit the plus symbol.”

There was a pause. “Oh hey! It’s bigger now. What’d I do?”

“You were zoomed out. If you ever need to zoom in, hit control and plus. To zoom out, it’s control and minus.”

“Excellent. Thanks, Chance.”

“My pleasure.” He assumed his polite customer-service voice again in anticipation of ending the session. “Is there anything else I can help you with?”

“Nope. That’s all.”

“Have a wonderful day.”

The line went dead. He hung up and blew out a breath. If all his calls went that easily, he might make it to lunch without any heart palpitations. He had no trouble talking to people, most of the time, but he tended to reflect the emotions of those around him. If they were stressed, he was stressed. If they were angry, he freaked out and tried not to cry like an infant.

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About Quinn!

Quinn Anderson is an alumna of the University of Dublin in Ireland and has a master’s degree in psychology. She wrote her dissertation on sexuality in popular literature and continues to explore evolving themes in erotica in her professional life.

A nerd extraordinaire, she was raised on an unhealthy diet of video games, anime, pop culture, and comics from infancy. Her girlfriend swears her sense of humor is just one big Joss Whedon reference. She stays true to her nerd roots in writing and in life, and frequently draws inspiration from her many fandoms, which include Yuri on Ice, Harry Potter, Star Wars, Buffy, and more. Growing up, while most of her friends were fighting evil by moonlight, Anderson was kamehameha-ing her way through all the shounen anime she could get her hands on. You will often find her interacting with fellow fans online and offline via conventions and Tumblr, and she is happy to talk about anything from nerd life to writing tips. She has attended conventions on three separate continents and now considers herself a career geek. She advises anyone who attends pop culture events in the UK to watch out for Weeping Angels, as they are everywhere. If you’re at an event, and you see a 6’2” redhead wandering around with a vague look on her face, that’s probably her.

Her favorite authors include J.K. Rowling, Gail Carson Levine, Libba Bray, and Tamora Pierce. When she’s not writing, she enjoys traveling, cooking, spending too much time on the internet, playing fetch with her cat, screwing the rules, watching Markiplier play games she’s too scared to play herself, and catching ’em all.

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To celebrate the release of On Solid Ground, one lucky winner will receive a $10 Riptide gift card!

(Just leave a comment with your contact info to enter the contest.)

Thanks for following the tour, and don’t forget to leave your contact info!

(Entries close at midnight, Eastern time, on January 6, 2018. Contest is NOT restricted to U.S. entries.)
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Check out the other blogs on the tour!

January 1, 2018 – Open Skye
January 1, 2018 – The Novel Approach
January 1, 2018 – Book Reviews and More by Kathy
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January 2, 2018 – Love Bytes Reviews
January 2, 2018 – Boy Meets Boy Reviews
January 2, 2018 – Unquietly Me
January 3, 2018 – My Fiction Nook
January 3, 2018 – Jessie G Books
January 3, 2018 – OMG Reads
January 3, 2018 – Creative Deeds
January 3, 2018 – MM Good Book Reviews
January 4, 2018 – KT Book Reviews
January 4, 2018 – Bayou Book Junkie
January 4, 2018 – La Crimson Femme
January 5, 2018 – The Day Before You Came
January 5, 2018 – Dog-Eared Daydreams
January 5, 2018 – Erotica for All
January 5, 2018 – Fangirl Moments and My Two Cents

9 thoughts on “On Solid Ground by Quinn Anderson Blog Tour, Guest Post, Excerpt & Giveaway!

  1. I’m terrified of earthquakes, so I hope your book helps me cope with my fear. Congrats on the release

  2. Congrats, Quinn, and thanks for the excerpt. Lol, this sounds great – like one of those old disaster movies, but I love that kind of action/adventure that throws people together (here, literally with the quake). – Purple Reader,
    TheWrote [at] aol [dot] com

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