More than 20 authors will be
sharing their best and worst pick-up lines during this EPIC eReader Giveaway!
Win dozens of prizes, including swag packs, print or eBooks, gift cards, tote,
posters, themed prizes, etc...and of course, a grand prize of four (4)
eReaders!
Veronica Forand
People
rarely try to pick me up. Perhaps it’s my sarcasm, or my really loud voice, or
the wedding band on my finger. In truth,
I had to make the first move to grab my now husband’s attention.
We’d
been friends in high school and had spent a summer before college hanging
around each other every single day. It was obvious we liked each other, but the
friendship was so strong I didn’t want to screw it up but pushing for anything
more. I’m sure he felt the same way...maybe?
Anyway,
it was now August and as much as friendship is great, I wanted a bit more. I’m
sure he did too, but was bashful. So to
make a long rambling story shorter and less rambling, I asked him for some
Chapstick after he’d put some on (he was a hunky lifeguard and needed to
protect his skin). Instead of taking it from his hands, I took it from his lips
with my own lips. Things progressed very well after that!
Her
newest release co-written with Susan Scott Shelley is Simmering Ice.
When the gloves come off, she’s worth the penalty…
Physical
therapist Annie Davidson is great at her job but unlucky when it comes to love.
She’s just out of a bad relationship. A really bad relationship. All she can do is focus on work…that
is until she runs into professional hockey player Alec O’Meara. She’s a touch
insecure and doesn’t understand why he’s interested in her.
Despite
being one of the biggest players on the team, right wing Alec O’Meara prefers
finesse over force. After the tragic death of his wife, he likes to keep things
loose on and off the ice. But the red-headed Annie challenges his beliefs and
makes him think about taking their relationship to the net.
The
passion and fun they share is addicting and makes them long for more. But her
insecurities that she’s not good enough, and his anxiety over a long-term
commitment will keep them apart, unless they can find a way to break through
the defenses they’ve built around their hearts.
Veronica Forand is an
attorney and an award-winning writer of romantic suspense. She's lived in
Boston, London, Paris, Geneva, and Washington, DC and currently resides near
Philadelphia. An avid traveler, she loves to roam across continents with her
husband and kids in pursuit of skiing, scuba diving, and finding the perfect
piece of chocolate.
Samantha Ann King
Thanks for hosting me today and for participating
in the Summer eReader Giveaway. I’m looking forward to chatting with everyone
about the best and worst pickup lines they’ve heard…or used! Especially since I
don’t have much experience with them. It’s true. I can only remember one from
all my years of dating. I don’t know what that says about me. That I led a
sheltered life? That no one wanted to pick me up? That my memory sucks?
My heroes don’t use pickup lines, either. They tend
to have a friendship with the heroines before they fall in love, or they’re
thrown together by circumstance.
But back to my one and only experience with the
pickup line.
Imagine a bar. It’s in a college town, so it’s
crowded with students. Dancing. Drinking. Shouting above the pulsing, pounding
bass of the sound system.
I’m standing at a table, taking a break from the
dance floor with my drink of choice, a G&T. Don’t ask what kind of gin. I
wasn’t particular back then, couldn’t afford to be. Probably couldn’t afford to
be drinking. But it was Saturday night.
A guy—dark curly hair, dark eyes, a little
older—asks me to dance with him. And since that’s why I’m there…
When we return to the table, he raises his voice
above the music. “I wrote a song about you.”
I laugh. “Yeah. Right.”
“I’m a musician. I’m in a band. Used to play with
(insert your favorite rock musician here, because for the life of me I can’t
remember the artist.).”
“Sing it for me,” I say.
“Too loud.”
We talk. Dance a little more. He walks me to my
car.
“Sing it for me.”
“Not now. Let’s go to dinner tomorrow. I’ll bring
my guitar.”
I say, “Okay.” (In my defense, I was young and
naïve. Besides, I really wanted to believe he’d written a song about me. I
mean, how cool would that be?!)
At dinner we talk. He and the waiter compare notes
on how to cook baked potatoes. (I know. Weird, right?)
When he takes me home, I say, “Sing me the song.”
“I forgot my guitar. Next weekend.” (I wasn’t that naïve or that desperate for a song
of my own!)
Unfortunately, I can’t come up with an excuse
quickly enough. I’ve never been fast on my feet, literally or figuratively. We
make another date. A messy cold causes me to cancel the day of. (The only time I’ve been thankful for a
cold.)
I’m sprawled on the nubby plaid couch in my
apartment. Red, runny nose. A box of tissues clamped in one hand and an
overflowing trash can within reach of the other.
There’s a knock on the door. My roommate answers.
It’s him. “You really are sick.”
“Uh, yeah.”
“I thought you were lying.”
Such a charmer. I never heard from him again, and I
never got to hear “my” song. I wasn’t
crushed.
Sooo, “I wrote a song about you.” Memorable? Yes.
It’s the only line I remember a guy using on me. (Probably because it was the only line a guy ever used on
me.) Best or worst? I’ll let you decide.
I’d love to hear your best or worst pickup line.
Share it here, and you could win one of four Kindles. In the meantime, if you’d
like to see how a real man picks up a woman, check out Sharing Hailey, the first book
in my Lovers and Friends
series. No pickup line needed.
Hailey Anderson's deep, dark secret? She's been
madly in lust with her overprotective brother's two best friends for years.
Gorgeous woodworking artist Mark Allen and sexy doctor Tony Adamo have no idea
they star in her fantasies every night.
After a nasty breakup with her abusive boyfriend,
Hailey's looking for a little distance. Headed for a two-week Hawaiian vacation
with her brother and his hot friends, Hailey can't wait to feast her eyes on
Mark's and Tony's rock-hard, ocean-slick bodies. Even if she can't touch.
But instead of treating her like their little
sister, Mark and Tony have a surprising proposition: a monogamous ménage Ã
trois. The three of them—and no one else. Both men want Hailey and have agreed
to share her. The red-hot reality is even better than the forbidden fantasy.
Until Hailey's ex threatens their newfound happiness…
USA Today bestselling author Samantha Ann King was born and
raised in Houston, Texas. After receiving her BBA in Finance from Texas A&M
University and marrying her high school crush (notice she didn't say
sweetheart), Samantha relinquished her "native Texan" status and
moved to Baton Rouge. She has called Albuquerque, New Mexico home since 1985.
The mother of three has volunteered in the community as an advocate for
children's issues ranging from education to healthcare. In 2010, as her nest
started to empty, she began writing erotic romance. Thanks to her win in
Passionate Ink's Stroke of Midnight Contest, Samantha signed her first publishing
contract in 2011. Her first book was nominated for RT’s 2012 Reviewers’ Choice
Award.
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