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Friday, February 26, 2016


I can't believe I'm such a starry-eyed fan of audio books. Yes, this is my first one. I roped my husband into listening to the auditions with me because I've never listened to an audio book and didn't know what to expect, or how to judge. 

We heard 11 auditions. The last two were close, real close. Great voice, but I still wasn't sure. Then I heard audition #12. His narration made me laugh at a funny part I'd already heard eleven times before. Number 12 was it, the one. 

His name is Jim Roberts. When I received the first 15 minute recording he sent, according to the ACX process, the book came alive. The little taste made me hunger for more. Not long after, the full  seven hour recorded book arrived for my approval. 

 In addition to being a narrator, Jim is also an actor, and a talented one. I cleared my schedule and prepared to meet Griff Montgomery, Lauren and the men of the Connecticut Kings football team, in person (almost). 

I was riveted, mesmerized by his recording. The story ceased to be simply a book, but became a life, two lives, seven lives or more. Real people, with voices created by Jim, were speaking my words, now their words. 

 The experience was transformative for me. I'm now an audio book junkie, eagerly awaiting my next fix: Jim's rendition of Buddy Carruthers, Wide Receiver, book 2 in the First & Ten series.

If you want to take a trip into a book, into the world of football, I invite you to pick up the audio book version of Griff Montgomery, Quarterback. 

You can get it here:  AUDIBLE     OR  here:    AMAZON



Monday, February 22, 2016


“Uh oh. That doesn’t sound like the confident, I’m-gonna-kick-their-asses guy I know.”
“I’m okay. It’ll get done.”
“Be happy, buddy.”
“Thanks, Trunk. How are the guys? What’s going on?”

Harley sank down into an overstuffed chair, kicked back, toed off his shoes, and gazed out at the sea while he listened to Trunk bring him up-to-date on this teammates’ antics. His shoulder muscles relaxed as he laughed with his friend.
A knock on the door interrupted Harley’s trip down memory lane with the linebacker. It was Greg Carson. Harley said goodbye to Trunk and hung up.
“Time for the cocktail party. Are you ready?” the MC asked.
“Ready as I’ll ever be.”
Greg lounged against the doorjamb. “Are you okay? How are you doing? Feeling all right?”
“The pressure’s a little hard.” Harley bent to tie his shoes.
Greg cocked an eyebrow. “Pressure? From a man who’s played in two Super Bowls?”
“Are you kidding? The Super Bowl is a walk in the park compared to ten women trying to get your attention at the same time.”
Greg laughed. “Getting a bit difficult?”
“You might say that. Geez. I don’t want them to hate each other.”
“They’re all vying for you. I get it. This isn’t as easy as people think. And right about now, it ramps up to a lot tougher.”

“Yeah. I’ve got to send two women home tonight, and I have no clue who.”
Greg clapped Harley on the back. “Let’s go downstairs. You can get started making that decision. A drink might help.”

“A drink? A dozen maybe.” Harley chuckled as he walked down the hall next to Greg. Excitement mixed with dread in his veins. Was the love of his life waiting in the lounge, or would he come up empty-handed again?