Monday, December 10, 2018


60 authors descend on Milwaukee to shower some lucky readers with gifts and fun!

This will be the last year for Barbara Vey's Reader Appreciation Weekend so you don't want to miss it! Check out the list of authors. There are still tickets available to have lunch or breakfast with them!

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Saturday, December 8, 2018

What Kind of Shy?

Congratulations to "Dee", the winner in Leslie's giveaway. Please contact JUST CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE to claim your prize.

            Back in my fabled childhood days, my parents ranked good manners the most essential skill imaginable. I didn’t mind; being polite seemed better than being confrontational, forward, or rude.

            Then my eight-year-old brother fell into a boat slip at Lake Altoona (in Georgia) and discovered he couldn’t really swim. I raced the short way to where my father and mother were entertaining friends and stopped short. Drinks in hand, sitting around the twenty-two-foot cabin cruiser, chatting in the bright sunlight….

            You NEVER interrupt an adult. Never. Only spoiled brats do that.

            So I waited.

            Finally, in desperation, I cleared my throat. “Excuse me,” I announced, dying over my rudeness and its potential consequences. “But I think Greg is drowning.”

            My father shook his head. “We’re talking. Besides—I taught him to swim.”

            “But he’s under water,” I argued, and moved my arms and legs like a turtle swimming along under the surface. “He’s kinda doing this.”

            The adults took off, and saved my brother. Instead of being punished for being rude, I was punished for not interrupting sooner.

            Now and then, I retrieve that memory, dust it off, and wonder what, if any, part that episode played in the shyness that haunted me most of my life. Surprisingly, I could function when I had to. I answered questions in class, could give directions, competed and often won in 4-H events. But whenever I could, I’d be in a corner reading, or on a pony reading, or imagining myself far away in a relationship conjured up from a story I had read.

Social? Not me. I had the skills my parents said were important to be successful in social settings, but no desire to interact.

For a long time, I blamed the etiquette drills for my reluctance to shine in public venues.
Notwithstanding, I became a teacher. For many years, I only spoke when spoken to among adults. Didn’t use my mentor’s first name for 15 years. Fortunately, I’ve always been able to relate to kids, and was passionate about education. Any shyness aside, I like to believe I excelled.

Now that I’m no longer teaching, it’s harder than it was to go to the grocery store or on any public excursion. In the solitude of the house, I still find myself apologizing to the dogs if I offend them, or saying “please work” to gadgets that malfunction—using all the outdated courtesies I was told would make me accepted anywhere in life. Sometimes I blame my robotic politeness as the real reason I was never comfortable around others. Realistically, I know that isn’t true.

Being polite is fine. What I still can’t figure out is—how real is introversion, and how do extroverts actually enjoy all that attention?

So what kind of shy are you?

Cyberspace is an introvert’s greatest friend—I’d love to hear about you. Introvert or extrovert? How do you deal with extremes in either case? Please comment. You know, if you want to.

Saving Cowboy

Introverted and insecure, Jody Colton would rather not deal with the world, or the betrayals that come with caring too much.  But when she sees Cowboy, the horse stolen from her, in a slaughter pen, she’ll stop at nothing to save him.

Joe Roberts was on top of the rodeo world until a bronc named Cowboy ended his career. Appalled that the former Bucking Horse of the Year is in a kill pen, Joe plans to say goodbye to Cowboy and move on—until Jody ropes him into a wild plan to save Cowboy.

Neither Jody nor Joe want commitment. They just want to save Cowboy. But when attraction and desperation morph into stronger feelings, can they risk the one thing they both blame for destroying them—can they risk love?

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Friday, December 7, 2018

Game All Night

Congratulations to "Carissa", the winner in Lauren's giveaway. Please contact JUST CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE to claim your prize.

Hello! I’m so excited to be here sharing my new release, GAME ALL NIGHT. A few years ago when I had an idea for a book about a pro-gamer, I had no idea I’d create a whole series. GAME ALL NIGHT is the third, but not final installment in the Gamer Boy series.

GAME ALL NIGHT is Ruby and Link’s story. If you’ve read the other Gamer Boy book, you’ll know that we first meet Ruby and Link in Level Me Up. The thing about these two is that they challenge the hell out of each other. There is a lot of chemistry between the two yet, it isn’t until GAME ALL NIGHT that they both start to realize it. I love this book so much because it was so much fun writing two strong characters who are perfect for each other, figure it out.

And with that, I really hope you pick up a copy and dig into GAME ALL NIGHT!

Title: Game All Night
Author: Lauren Helms
Release Date: November 26, 2018
Publisher: Self-published
Series: Gamer Boy #3
Genres: Contemporary Romance
Word Count: 75K
Format: Paperback, digital

A game between friends... 

Just friends.
That's all we are,
All we ever were.
But when I finally let myself go,
Let myself really feel,
The only thing I want is him.
Despite how opinionated, frustrating, and charming he is,
We're only friends.
He's my player number two.
But lately, we're powering up,
Trying for more,
And playing this game just might destroy us for good.

She deserves better,
Better than the game-less douche who gets to have her. 
She's strong, feisty, and so damn smart.
Too smart--if you ask me.
And now, I'm amped up for more,
Ready to play this game,
With no "game over" in sight. 

** This book can be read and understood as a standalone but does contain minor spoilers for the first two books in the series. **

Available on → Amazon and free in Kindle Unlimited.

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About the Author:
Lauren Helms has forever been an avid reader from the beginning. After starting a book review website, that catapulted her fully into the book world, she knew that something was missing. Lauren decided to take the plunge and write her first novel. While working for a video game strategy guide publisher, she decided to mix what she knew best--video games and romance. She decided to take the plunge and joined NaNoWrimo, and a month later, she had her first draft. 

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Wednesday, December 5, 2018

Decoy Date

With: Mira Lyn Kelly

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Fake relationship. Real feelings. Big problems.
Brody O'Donnel doesn't believe in happily-ever-afters―at least, not for himself. But he wants the best for his vivacious, beautiful friend Gwen Danes, and he's tired of watching her pine for a clueless man. Figuring a little bit of jealousy will motivate the guy, Brody proposes a fake relationship. It's an outrageous plan, but Gwen figures there's no harm in it―until they share a passionate kiss she never saw coming.
Suddenly, Gwen's fighting a growing attraction to a man she knows she can't have. After all, he's just faking it...isn't he?  

“If you want anyone to believe you're considering Team Brody, you can't look too surprised when you hear someone say something good about me. Tell me about my finer qualities. And keeping in mind the holiday weekend and your preexisting plans tomorrow, let's keep the list limited to five. Pretend a friend wants to know what you like about me. What are you going to tell them—so they believe you’re interested?" Brody asked, resting his forearms on the small circular table, taking up most of it, and making the breadth of his shoulders stand out even more.
This was going to be cake.
Gwen reached for her drink and took a long dawdling sip. Then after an even breath, she straightened in her seat. Holding up one finger, she began.
"First, you're very nice." She closed her eyes and nodded for emphasis. "And second, incredibly funny."
She paused. Brody's chin had pulled back, his smile slipping from his lips.
"Nice and funny?" he asked, sounding like she just issued him two insults, instead of the complements they'd meant to be.
"Yes, those are good things.” Important things. Things that matter to her.
"When you're shopping for a new best girlfriend, maybe." Bringing his pint of Guinness to his mouth, he took a deep swallow. Shook his head and set it back on the table. "Gwen, you have to do better than this. No one, least of all Ted, is going to believe for one second that I'm getting under your skin if all they've got to work with is nice and funny."
Fair enough. But she had other points as well. "Well obviously, there's the whole body business."
And there was the overconfident smile and gleam in his eyes she'd come to expect from this man. He sat forward, the corner of his mouth pulling up. "Now we’re talking. This whole body business... Explain."
"Explain?" she asked on a laugh. He was priceless. "Are you that desperate to feed your ego? Because I can't believe you don't know exactly what I mean."
"I'm going to take it on faith, that pretty blush means you don't think I'm hideous. But remember what we're doing here. We're selling a growing interest. Which means that you need to be able to tell someone what you like about me. And that whole body business, doesn't really do it. Especially on the heels of nice and funny. But this one is important, because this whole body business is so different from Ted’s business. He's lean, naturally skinny but not super athletic. Where as I'm built more like a—"
"Lumberjack." She supplied waving her hand in his direction. "You know, with how big you are all over."
One red-brown brow rose in question as his jaw shifted to the side giving him a crooked smile to match the gleam in his eyes.
"Some places even more than others, but Gwen, I'm surprised you noticed."
And now she was fairly certain that pretty pink blush he'd mentioned, was more like a blazing red burning across her face.
"You know what I mean," she chided once she was able to meet his eye again. "You're so tall and broad and muscley.” Especially the way he was sitting, leaning forward on his forearms like that, his shoulders and arms were massive. “And it’s not just for show. I mean, I know first hand how strong you are, and I’ve to got to say it’s pretty hot how easily you could carry a woman with as many curves as I’ve got. We should move that to number one."
If her eyes weren't deceiving her, it was Brody with the pretty blush. And now she understood the appeal. Because that was something she could see herself working for again.
Brody shook his head, before looking up at her. "Glad to hear you think so. Because you're the one who needs to sound impressed. In fact, if it'll help, I'd be happy to offer a repeat demonstration."
For an instant, she let her eyes roam over his shoulders and arms, remembering the ease with which he’d handled her.
She shook her head to clear the thoughts.
"Very generous, but I’m good." Then it was back to business. "Okay, four, your cocktails are unparalleled. And five, you're very handsome. There. Five selling points for Brody O'Donnel. Satisfied?"
His expression was lukewarm at best.
Crossing her arms, she sat back in her seat. "Seriously? What's wrong with my list?"
She’d thought it was pretty good.
"Let me show you how it's done."
She couldn’t wait.
"One, that laugh." He closed his eyes, giving his head a slow shake as he rubbed a hand over the center of his chest, the motion drawing her attention to both. "There's nothing like the sound of it. And damn, it gets me right here, every time."
His eyes opened, one brow raised in what she could only assume was some kind of I-told-you-so fashion. And yeah, that was definitely different from what she'd given him.
"Two," He leaned in even closer. "Her mouth. When she smiles, man, it's like the whole room lights up or something. And her lips... she wears this light berry gloss that keeps me up nights wondering if she'd taste as sweet as she looks."
The lips in question parted on a breath, and she blinked.
"Three, her eyes are like whiskey. This warm brown... And I swear, when I look in them too long, I get a little drunk. Four, she's a teacher. A kindergarten teacher. And every time she talks about the kids in her class, you can just hear how much she cares about them. How much she loves her job. You know those are the luckiest little kids in the world. Except for maybe the boys, which brings me to number five. Because the curves on this girl.” He raised his hand to his mouth and bit his knuckle before letting out a short laugh.  “I'd bet Belfast that fifty percent of that class is already in love with her and will be through time eternal."
For a moment Gwen just sat there, staring at the man across from her. Too stunned by his list to move. But when she did, she had to concede, "That was amazing. Quality lines and very convincing." She took another swallow sip of her drink and then licked her lips, tasting the lingering berry sweet of her gloss mingling with her cocktail.
Maybe a little too convincing.
Her eyes narrowed. "Are you some kind of player?"
Brody slid off his stool, straightening to his full height and stretching out his shoulders for a moment before stepping over to her chair and helping her up.
"No. I'm just observant. And for the record, I noticed all that before."
Gwen stumbled, her eyes cutting quick to his. "When?"
Throwing his big arm around her shoulders, he drew her in, ducking his head so he was speaking just above her ear. "Before I figured out you were hung up on that pencil neck Ted."

Author Bio: 
USA Today bestselling author Mira Lyn Kelly grew up in the Chicago area and earned her degree in fine arts from Loyola University. She met the love of her life while studying abroad in Rome, Italy, only to discover he’d been living right around the corner from her. They live in rural Minnesota.
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Tuesday, December 4, 2018


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Fans of motorcycle romance will love the story of T.A. When she goes looking for Mr. Available, she finds something unexpected. Dalton Andrews was a man looking for someone to get his kids off his back. He never expected her.

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Title: T.A.
Series: Biker Bitches

Author: Jamie Begley
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: December 4, 2018

Cuffing season was supposed to be about finding a hook-up to keep her warm during the cold Kentucky winter nights. T.A. wasn’t looking for Mr. Right; she just wanted Mr. Available. 
That was before she met Dalton Andrews. The widower was nursing a broken heart, and the only thing he wanted was a woman to take his grown kids’ minds off worrying about him. 

It was supposed to be a trade-off—he would keep her warm and toasty during the nights, and she would put up a smokescreen in front of his kids during the days. It was a win-win situation.
That was until the famous actor decided he wanted out of the deal and Mr. Available was a no-show during the biggest snowstorm of the year.

Poor schmuck didn’t realize that all the drama he had experienced in Tinseltown was nothing compared to dealing with this bitch.

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“Are you politely asking if I’ve ever gone to big cities before?” she teased. “It might surprise you the places I’ve been.”

“Try me.”

“Baby, don’t tempt me.” Joking, she smiled at him, only to see him shooting an uncomfortable look back at her.

“T.A., I don’t want you to get the impression that we’re going to be more than friends.”
Her enthusiasm took a nose dive as if she had jumped off a cliff, and instead of the cool water rushing up to meet her, she hit the rocky bottom, and the only thing left was her splattered remains.

“Tell me what you really think, Dalton,” she murmured derisively. She wasn’t going to take his shit when she was the one who had gotten up in the middle of the night to help his conceited ass out. “First, you act like I’m a hillbilly hick who’s never been out of Kentucky before, then you act like I’m going to feel you up in the front seat when I’m joking around. If this is how the next two days are going to be, you can pull a u-ey and take me back to the airport. I can still make it back to Kentucky and spend Christmas with people who know how to have a good f**king time.”

She tensed when he expertly turned the steering wheel to enter a shopping center. Stopping the car, he unbuckled his seat belt to turn sideways in his seat.

“I don’t think you’re a hillbilly. I actually think you’re a lot smarter than you pretend to be. Secondly,” he snapped out, “the only reason I said anything is because I’m trying like hell not to hurt you, T.A.” His hand reached out, cupping her check. “I really like you. Probably more than I should.”

Her lips trembled at his admission. “Then what’s the problem? I like you too.”

“The problem is, I feel like I’m cheating on Oceane every time I f**king look at you.”

She rubbed her cheek against the palm of his hand like a kitten wanting to be stroked. “That must be a bummer for you.”

His eyes fell to her lips. “You have no idea.”

T.A. licked her bottom lip. “Try me.”

Dalton gave a ragged groan as his lips lowered to hers. “Jesus, stop me…”

Jesus must not have stopped him because his mouth covered hers. Being kissed by Dalton was as hot as she dreamed it would be, but it was so much, much more than she expected it to be.

Author Bio:
I was born in a small town in Kentucky. My family began poor, but worked their way to owning a restaurant. My mother was one of the best cooks I have ever known, and she instilled in all her children the value of hard work, and education.

Taking after my mother, I've always loved to cook, and became pretty good if I do say so myself. I love to experiment and my unfortunate family has suffered through many. They now have learned to steer clear of those dishes. I absolutely love the holidays and my family puts up with my zany decorations.

For now, my days are spent writing, writing, and writing. I have two children, my daughter is also an author, and my son just tries not to blush when someone asks him about my books.

All my books are written for one purpose- the enjoyment others find in them, and the expectations of my fans that inspire me to give it my best.

You can also visit her online at the following places: Website | Facebook | Twitter | Amazon

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