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Tuesday, April 12, 2016

THE STORY BEHIND THE BOOK - UNPREDICTABLE LOVE




I'm starting out with a bit of the beginning of the book before I talk about the inspiration for the story:


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Unpredictable Love


Anger bubbled up inside her. She made a beeline for the house, only to collide with her sister.
“Amber! What the hell?” She waved the envelope in the young woman’s face.
“I just sent him one letter.”
“This is the fourth you’ve gotten from him. When are you going to write back?”
“It was a mistake…”
“You can say that again. Especially the part where you signed my name!”
“Laura was so convincing. I thought she meant one time. Only one letter.”
“She asked people to sign up to write to guys in the military. Not to write only one letter and include a lewd photo.”
“It wasn’t lewd, whatever that means. Just me in a bikini. I’m not good at writing. Much better at pictures.” Her beautiful, blonde sister, with a Miss America figure, grinned.
“And the reason you signed my name?”
“I always liked yours better. Besides, if he wanted another letter, I knew you’d write it for me. So, it might as well have your name on it.”
“Don’t give me that bullshit smile. I’m on to you. And the answer is ‘no.’” Jory shoved the envelope from T. Stevens into Amber’s hand.
“Please? Pleeeaassseee, Jory. You’re the writer. Not me.”
“That’s right. You’re the pretty sister, and I’m the smart one.”
Amber nodded. “I don’t mean it like that. You’re so much better than me.”
“Than I.”

“See?”



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The story behind the book

I've always been intrigued by stories of mistaken identity, and movies, like Hitchcock's North by Northwest and Vertigo. Mistaken identity creates conflict, tension, and suspense. 
I'm not sure where the idea of the penpal in the military came from. After some time had passed, the "what if" was born. If you know me, you know that most of my books are born out of that question, "what if..." 
I said, "what if the Marine is writing to one woman, only to  discover later that his correspondent is actually someone else?" That idea grew until it switched gears. 
It became the woman's story. What if Jory gets involved with this Marine and panics when she realizes he's in love with the woman in the picture, her sister!
I loved that premise. It lived in the back of my consciousness and became fleshed out with conflict and suspense, while I wrote other books. 
Finally, the story, brewing inside me for at least one year, was "cooked" and ready to be written. Unpredictable Love pushed aside the book I was working on and demanded my attention. I threw myself into writing it, desperate to get it all on paper as fast as possible.
One note: the Aunt Nan and Uncle Ben are the real names of two of my favorite aunts and uncles. I was very close to them and took care of my aunt in the later years of her life. I never use real names, but wanted to this time. I will be dedicating the book to them as well. 
This is the first in my small town contemporary romance series, called "Pine Grove".  It's a novella and up for preorder now. It will be releasing on May first. 
I hope the story grips your guts the way it gripped mine. Thanks for stopping by. Here's where you can order the ebook and the paperback:







Tuesday, March 29, 2016

The Story Behinid the Book. #1 Harley Brennan, Running Back #amreading #romance #football



In answer to readers' questions, I'm starting a new series of articles, sharing the "stories behind the books".  Here's the first. I hope you'll stop by to take a peek, or sign up for my newsletter, where they will be published every month. (Scroll down for sign-up link). 


The Story Behind the Book
#1
Harley Brennan, Running Back

I’m often asked if my story ideas come from my life. While I’ve denied a direct connection, there is some truth to the statement that they come from some of my life experiences and those of people I know. Something I’m living or wondering about pops into my head. Then I can’t resist saying to myself, “what if…” and a story idea is born.
            This new section will be a peek into the background that gave birth to my “what if” for each of my books. I’m starting with Harley Brennan, Running Back, since it’s my most recent and most controversial book. I’ll be adding these to my newsletters and posting them on my blog, too.
            I’ve long been a fan of “The Bachelor” television program. In one episode, one of the female contestants, vying for the Bachelor, had spent the night with a member of the crew.  In his desire to escape detection, he’d jumped over a balcony and broken his leg. They shipped him and her home. I wondered what would have happened if the Bachelor, himself, had slept with a member of the crew? And the kernel for Harley Brennan’s story was born.

            Originally, this was supposed to by Shyla Hollings’ story and the seventh book in the Hollywood Hearts series, where Harley had made a brief appearance. But the more into the football series I got, the more convinced I became that it was Harley’s story and belonged in the First & Ten series.
            Although the book idea started with them together on the show, “Marriage Minded”,  I had to develop more to support an entire book than simply one encounter. Their stories evolved on many walks in the park with my pug, Homer, bus rides, car rides, subway rides and strolls through the City. As their story took shape, my enthusiasm grew. They became real in my mind.
            Two years later, the story had grown so compelling, I had to write it. It gripped me with its darker side, with the love, loss, sacrifice, and ultimate triumph of Shyla and Harley –separately and together. The phrase that keeps echoing in my head when I think about this story is “sometimes people have to lose everything to find each other.”

If you haven’t read Harley Brennan, Running Back, I hope you’ll take the time to give it a shot. Harley’s not your Prince Charming hero, but he’s real. Love him, hate him, want to throw his book across the room –I hope you’ll never be bored with his story.  

Questions? Please feel free to put them in the comments and I'll answer here. 

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Wednesday, March 16, 2016

LOVE AMONG THE IRISES


I love flowers. It's hard to pick the prettiest one. Irises keep coming to mind as the most graceful and beautiful of all. I love irises and football romance. So here's a blend of both.  




He's looking to settle down, have a family. A family's the one thing she can't give him. Can a pug named, Spike, bring them together? More about Griff HERE

 

She left him in the dust and became a
rock star. Now he's a star wide 
receiver. Can they put aside the their differences and recapture their passion from the past? More about Buddy 
HERE.







A smart, beautiful woman who knows football doesn't walk into Coach Bass's life every day. But can he support her as an equal? And what about that secret he's keeping? What will she do if she finds out? More about Pete HERE.





Fleeing abuse, Stormy runs smack dab into her past. Can she forgive the boy she once loved, now that he's a man?
Can he convince her he's changed? Who's her abuser? Will she spill the truth?  More about Devon HERE


Can a locker room Lothario convince his teammate's sister he's a changed man? Can he live down the escapades he'd bragged about to her brother? Can Samantha handle the dangers of running a shelter for abused women? 
More about Bullhorn HERE



Using football to escape a horrific childhood, Trunk thought he'd set up the perfect life. But not long after his marriage, cracks appear. As his world crumbles, a deep secret he carries may prevent him from rebuilding. He's convinced no woman will ever want him. Maybe he's right. More about Trunk HERE.



Sometimes two people have to lose everything to find their one true love. 
More about Harley HERE.





I hope you've enjoyed these gorgeous iris photos from Big Stock. And maybe I've intrigued you about my football romance books. Irises and football romances, two of my favorite things. 

Thank you for coming. If you want to know more about my books, you can find them all on my website

Please leave a comment. Which iris did you like best? Which book cover? 


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Saturday, March 5, 2016

HARLEY BRENNAN,, RUNNING BACK IS LIVE! The Bachelor Seeks a Wife, or does he?



If you love football and The Bachelor, this is the book for you. 

A bit about the book:
Harley Brennan and Shyla Hollings agreed to part company to follow their careers. It was a mutual decision. The star running back had no problem getting dates, but never the right dates. After one year spent trying to replace the only woman he’d ever loved, he declared defeat. Until the reality TV show, Marriage Minded, approached him.
Harley flew to L.A. after the Super Bowl, ready to find his new soul mate. Bumping into Shyla at the airport didn’t give him a clue that she’d be behind the scenes, designing the sets for the program. And she didn’t tell him.  Was Fate playing a hand, bringing them together? If so, Harley had to admit, Fate had lousy timing.
Convinced his life was heading for a touchdown, Harley’s confidence was high, until his luck ran out. Would the running back get knocked out of the game or sprint to victory?    

A unique combination of reality TV show surprises, football action, humor, and steamy love scenes, HARLEY BRENNAN, RUNNING BACK, will keep you guessing until the last scene. 

A taste  - 
“So, why the TV gig?” she asked, taking a drink of hers and nodding her approval.
He looked down at his hands. “I gave up.”
“Gave up?” She raised her eyebrows.
“Gave up hope you’d come back. Gave up hope another Shyla Hollings would walk through my door. I want to settle down.”
“So, you contacted the show?”
“They came to me. Convinced me I’d find my true love. My soulmate.” He narrowed his eyes. “Are you allowed more than one soulmate in a lifetime?”
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Shyla Hollings could deadpan like the best comics in the world. She was funny—hilarious, in fact—and had kept him laughing every minute that he hadn’t been kissing her. She had become his soulmate, the total package, the one woman he’d been seeking. His heart had sung. Then, it had happened. She had gotten called by a major Hollywood producer’s office to work with an Academy Award winning set designer, and her career had taken off, leaving their affair to exist on crumbs until it simply hadn’t been enough.

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They drank and nibbled on gourmet snacks. Shyla filled his senses, her beauty, her unique scent, wrapped in an expensive perfume, wafting across the seat to him, the softness of her skin as his fingertips touched the back of her hand. Simply sitting next to her had him wired. Harley had no idea what he was putting in his mouth, but he wished it were a certain part of Shy, instead of a cheese puff.

For Harley, the magic had started during that week in Costa Rica, at Penny and Mark’s wedding, and it had never faded. The electricity, the spark, the chemistry they had had in that tropical paradise still beat inside him. His blood pumped faster, his tongue got tied, and every nerve cell jumped to high alert whenever he had the good fortune to see her.
Did she feel the same? His question had been answered by her broad smile, warm greeting, and enthusiasm in bed. He had believed her feelings matched his, at least at the time. Her early design success hadn’t dimmed her interest in him, as they had met whenever they had been within a short plane ride of each other. Eventually, their jobs had stretched their bond, like taffy, to the breaking point. Getting together had simply become too difficult, so they hadn’t.

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#thebachelor #thebachelorette

Monday, February 29, 2016

TUESDAY TALES - WORD PROMPT "HIP"


Welcome! Thanks for stopping by. As the release date for Harley's book draws near, last week's was the last posting from Harley's story. 
This week, for the prompt "hip" we start a new story, tentatively called, "Too Late for Goodbye". I hope you enjoy it. Don't forget to read everyone's Tuesday Tales, scroll down for the link. 

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Jory’s face colored. “It’s just that there’s going to be a wedding…”
“The waiter just said the same thing. I love weddings. What’s going on?”
Jory sat in silence as Jerry arrived with two mimosas. When he left, Jory raised her glass.
“Down the hatch,” she said, taking a long drink.
Jackie sipped at hers. “Come on. Fess up.”
Before Jory could open her mouth, a black stretch limo pulled up in front of the church. People poured out of the building and stood outside, ready to greet the bride and groom. Jackie pushed back her chair and headed for the door with Jory in hot pursuit.
“I don’t think you want to do that. Jackie!”
Not listening to her friend, the spunky brunette pushed through the doors and stood next to  a telephone pole to watch. Suddenly the bride and groom came through the double doors and down the steps. The groom raised his gaze, which connected with Jackie’s. He stopped.
If someone had hit her on the head with a hammer, the shock and pain wouldn’t have been as great. Instantly she recognized him.
“Trevor,” she murmured.
Trevor Fulton stopped and stared, his eyes filled at once with hurt and longing. Beside him stood Jill Connolly, hand on hip, face filled with attitude.
“Come on, Trevor,” she said, moving toward the door.
But he was cemented to the ground. Jackie couldn’t move either. She simply stared at the man she had adored for three years. Memories of their days and nights together, her brain had refused to recognize for months, flooded through her memory. Where there had been a vast void before, now it was overflowing with pictures, feelings, sensations, smells, touches, everything that had made up her life with him for three years. All that had disappeared in an instant, returned with a vengeance.
“Trevor!” Jill said, tugging on his sleeve.
Jackie wandered nearer. “Trevor,” she muttered, her eyes wide. His name rolled off her tongue as if she had spoken to him yesterday, not a year ago. 
“He’s mine now. So you –stay away!” Jill shouted at Jackie, jolting her out of her reverie.
Jackie shook her head once to clear the fog. “Who are you?”
“Don’t play games with me, Jackie Tremont! You know who I am.”
“No, I don’t really. Honestly. Should I?”
“All you need to know is that I’m Mrs. Trevor Fulton,” Jill said, sticking out her hand and flaunting her wedding ring.

Her words cause Jackie to take in a breath. Pain rocketed through her. Trevor had been hers. What had happened?

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