Family Time with Avril Ashton

It’s the Holidays, time for family and friends. And food. Can’t forget that. I’m a big fan of holiday eats and drinks, but I don’t mind the family gatherings.

I’ve got myself a huge, loud and unruly family of in-laws who eat too much, talk too much and pretty much let it all hang loose. What about you? Those people are who I choose to be with, who I choose to spend time with as the family I was born into isn’t anywhere nearby. They’re far away. Far.

As in another country. Another time zone.

Some of us would much rather be with the family of our hearts than the family of our blood. I know this, so there’s no point in denying. For me, it’s the complete opposite as I can’t be with the family of my blood. Quite sad, but with my in-laws the food and cocktails more than make up for the raucous nature of their usual get-togethers.

I love them though, they’re close—maybe too much—and nosy and prying and overall well-meaning. But it can be bothersome. So if you had the choice to be with the family of your heart or the family of your blood, which would you choose? It’s kind of a no-brainer and as a writer of romance I always look to tie things up in a bow at the end of the day. Sometimes not as neat as I’d like but still. If that kind of option was put to me, I can tell you I’d make it so everyone would somehow, in some way, come together.

The family of my heart and the family of my blood.

It’s the holidays, any other choice will not do.

Our families can be a lot of things. We see them in a myriad of different lights, but they’re ours. We get to keep them, hold them close and cherish them. And while we do that, we spare more than a passing thought and send up a small prayer for those who can’t do the same. Those whose loved ones aren’t around to celebrate with them.

Family is everything.

 

l always wanted to have a sexy bio, one to reflect who I am, but after drawing a blank, l could only come up with: I eat cake and I read books…ooh, and I write ‘em too. No one liked it and after massive peer-pressure and pouting, I managed something more…suitable?

A Caribbean transplant, Avril now lives in Brooklyn, N.Y with a tolerant Spousal Equivalent. Together they raise an eccentric daughter who loves reading and school (not so much school anymore). Avril’s earliest memories of reading revolve around discussing plot points of Nancy Drew and The Hardy Boys with an equally book-minded mother.

Always in love with the written word, Avril finally decided to do the writing in August of ’09 and never looked back. Spicy love scenes, delicious heroes, and wicked women burn up the pages of Avril’s stories, but there’ll always be a happy ending; Av remains a believer of love in all its forms.

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