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,
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eReaders!
Michelle Sharp
Hi everyone. My name is
Michelle Sharp and I’m the author of the new Dream Seeker Series. I’ve thought
long and hard about this worst pick-up line thing. Time and again, I keep
coming back to one infamous night. Not because it was terribly exciting or
anything, but because me and my best friend still laugh about it today.
So first off, let me set the
scene. I’m an eighties girl. Big hair. Z-Cavaricci Jeans. (Wow, I loved those
jeans.) The flash dance off the shoulder shirts. I would post a picture but it
doesn’t reflect well on me. LOL. Come on…I’m not the only eighties girl here,
am I? Man, I feel old.
So I’m in college, out with
my friends and its girl’s night—no guys tonight. And of course there’s… “that
guy.” You know, the one who is not nearly as hot as he thinks he is. Not quite
as funny as he’d like to be. And just a little too sweaty. His specialty is
capturing random, unsuspecting women on the dance floor if they are unfortunate
enough to accidently turn in his direction. Yes, that would be me and my
friend, who is still my BFF today.
So, in order to not be rude, we
kind of dance… well, sort of next to the guy, not really WITH him, but not
wanting to totally dis his Michael Jackson moves either. When the song ends, we
make a hasty retreat to the bathroom. But when we finish and exit, he’s waiting
for us. Apparently he mistook our “dance” as an invitation to a threesome. He
puts his arms up to trap us in the small hallway we’re in. In his most
stud-like voice he says, “Stop. It’s Hammer time.” My friend and I of course
look at each other and without missing a beat, push him hard in the chest and
reply in unison, “Can’t touch this.”
Okay, so I told you, not that
great of a story. But Cindy and I still say to each other, “Hey, remember the
MC Hammer dude?” And I got to say, I quite miss the eighties. So I’m going to
post some pictures of things I loved most about the eighties. And if I can
figure out how to scan, I will post some totally hideous pictures of myself in
the eighties.
Author Jessie Jameson is the Bad Girl of
romance, making a huge name for herself writing love stories with sizzling hot
sex scenes. No one needs to know that her real-life inspiration is sexy
publishing exec Grayson Reynolds. Or
that after the hottest sex of her life, Grayson walked out on her.
Grayson's finally taken the reins of his
family's publishing business, and he's determined to sell off the romance
division. But Jessie Jameson's contract is complicating things. It's like she's
been trying to ruin him ever since the mind-blowing night they shared—the night
she walked out on him.
Now the sparks are flying. Heated, sexy sparks. It's a Wild West
showdown between Jessie and Grayson. But when Romance ends up in bed with
Business, only one can walk away...
Award-winning author,
Michelle Sharp, has been nominated for a 2014 National Readers Choice Award for
Best Romantic Suspense and Best First Book. In addition, her debut novel Dream
Huntress has been selected as a finalist in the 2015 Daphne Du Maurier award
for Excellence in Mystery and Suspense.
Although she has a degree in
Journalism from Southern Illinois University, she finds weaving tales of
danger, deception, and love much preferable to reporting the cold, hard facts.
Her goal in life? To team resilient, kickass heroines with the sexy Alpha’s who
love them.
As most authors probably are,
she is an avid reader. Her family may even call it obsessive. Growing up in St.
Louis has made her a die-hard Cardinals fan, and having a child with Down
Syndrome has made her passionate about any issue regarding special needs
kiddos. She’s also a fairly big sucker when it comes to anything with fur or
feathers.
Michelle is a proud member of
Romance Writers of America and Missouri Romance Writers. You can learn more
about her at michelleshapbooks.com, where you will also find links to her
social media.
Kristine Bria
You know the beginning of the
movie Grease where Sandy and Danny
are having their beautiful romantic innocent fling? The brief relationship that
was so beautiful, they each wrote a song about it? Mine wasn't like that.
We didn't have a moment where
we locked eyes across a crowded room. We didn't see each other standing on the
beach. He wasn't a millionaire trying to woo me with a bottle of champagne.
None of those were even close.
I was at the beach with my
sister and some friends. Being hot, young, single girls, we went to one of
those "meat market" clubs that exist for the sole purpose of
encouraging sunburned college students to party. A friend of a friend knew the
owner and took us to the second floor of the club to visit with him in his
office. We enjoyed it, mostly because he was a fun guy. I guess you would have
to be to run a joint like that. On the way back down the spiral staircase, I
was the last in line.
I would never describe myself
as particularly coordinated. That night was not an exception. Narrow spiral
staircases are tedious even for the graceful, at least that's what I tell
myself. These steps were a beautiful black cast iron with scrollwork that was
all but imprinted on my backside as I slipped and nailed the last three with my
rear.
My sister isn't mean; she
just has a wicked sense of humor. Nevermind that this type thing doesn't ever happen to her. She had an image to
uphold so she kept walking and didn't look back. I sat there on the floor of
the club in my pale pink mini-skirt stunned, embarrassed, and alone. While I
wondered if 1) I was hurt, and 2) if it was possible to regain my dignity, the
crowd parted for a muscular, tan guy with brown hair and green eyes who leaned
down and gently asked, "Are you okay?"
The consummate gentleman, he
helped me off the floor then asked, "Will you dance with me?"
Beautiful, right?
Not when he's the guy that
you and your sister had spent the evening evading because he had that certain
something...that you don't want in a
guy. He wasn't ugly or impolite. He was just plain uncool. We didn't want to be
seen with him let alone be with him. And I had no graceful way out.
Adam's life is headed south—to the hometown he swore he'd
never see again. Adam's plan is to head home to settle a pending lawsuit and
then get out fast. The last thing he counted on was falling for sexy Kate
Braswell. The slow burn that starts when they meet soon begins to sizzle, but
Kate is putting down roots in the last place he wants to be … how can they
build a future? Newcomer Kristine Bria is pleased to present Not Quite Home, Book 1 of her new
contemporary romance series, Moss Point.
Architect Adam Moultrie’s bad-boy past is catching up with
him and his blossoming career. Inheriting the Moss Point plantation he never
wanted, he can’t get rid of it fast enough. Even though he paid someone to
board it up, a local teenager breaks in and gets hurt. Her mom, Adam’s ex from
high school, seizes the opportunity to get revenge on the guy who abandoned her
at the plantation on prom night fifteen years earlier. With a professional
partnership in Portland slipping through his fingers, he heads to his hometown
on the Georgia coast to resolve the lawsuit as quickly as possible.
Kate Braswell gave up everything to open Local Flavor, her
coffeehouse showcasing art, but her builder shatters his leg—and possibly her
dreams. Facing bankruptcy and failure, Adam is the only one who can save her
and her shop. He becomes her unlikely hero, but the last thing he needs is a
sexy woman in pink lip-gloss. Kate doesn’t want a man, even smoldering Adam,
regardless of what her hormones say. Still, he can’t keep his hands off the
conservative Kate, using all his bad-boy moves to show her what she’s been
missing.
Kristine Bria was the
annoying teacher's pet who always made straight As. Sure, she used to ride to
and from school with the principal--it wasn't her fault they lived next door to
each other. Carpooling made sense. She shared her toys and played well with
others. In short, she was a good girl.
When you have been a good
girl, people around you have high expectations of you. Kristine knows all about
how stressful it can be when friends, family, and bosses want different things
at the same time. What do you do? How do you decide? What happens when you
don't (because you can't) make everyone happy? There are fabulous stories all
around us, and she loves to tell them.
Kristine also likes to write
about who we are in public versus who we are in private. With whom do we reveal
our true selves? Why does someone get to see the real us inside?
Hint: It must be love.
P.S. Kristine is good...but
not too good. It turns out she has a bit of a wild streak that likes to come
out and play as Kristi Hancock. Kristi writes erotic novellas where good
girls are very, very bad and bad boys are very, very good.
Rebecca Thomas
My name is
Rebecca Thomas. I’m the author of two historical romance novellas with
Entangled Publishing and I’m about to launch my Alaskan Hero contemporary
romance series. So excited about this! I’ve lived in Alaska my entire life. My
husband bugged me for years to write an Alaska
story. Finally I did, and now I have an entire series planned. The first
book in the series is Her Alaskan Hero and it will release on August 25th.
I also have a novella entitled Sweet Home Alaska, as part of this series that
is available now in a boxed set entitled Small Town Summer.
I recently
attended a writer’s conference at a very nice, very large hotel. Hundreds of
women roamed every floor and hallway of this hotel. It was about eight o’clock
at night when I tried to check into my room. However, my room wasn’t ready and
my roommate hadn’t arrived yet, so even though this was annoying, I wasn’t
about to let these circumstances bring down my happy mood. I was at a writer’s
conference and I was on vacation.
So I waited in
the lobby with a book in hand and almost immediately I was approached by a man
who asked if I was here for the writer’s conference. I said, yes. He introduced
himself by saying, “I’m Anthony, I’m an attorney and I’m from the Bahamas.” And
then almost as an afterthought he asked, “What’s your name?”
I gave him my
name, then he immediately asked, “Do you have a roommate?”
So there is
nothing so horrible about this conversation except clearly he was trying to
impress me with his profession and/or place of residence. And who knows if he
was actually trying to pick me up, but of course I told him I had a roommate
and I expected her to arrive at any moment. So Anthony went along his way and
left me in the lobby.
As I watched
him leave, my romance writer’s imagination took over. I envisioned myself
saying. “No, I don’t have a roommate.”
As a side note,
in my head he was much more attractive and gorgeous and sexy too. Next thing I know
he invites me for a ride in his private jet where he takes me to his mansion in
the Bahamas. And you know the rest of the story—we lived happily ever after of
course.
But back to
reality, I mean, really, what did he expect me to say? And if I did say, no, I
don’t have a roommate. What would he have said? I guess I will never know, I
can only imagine.
My name is
Rebecca Thomas. I’m the author of two historical romance novellas with
Entangled Publishing and I’m about to launch my Alaskan Hero contemporary
romance series. So excited about this! I’ve lived in Alaska my entire life. My
husband bugged me for years to write an Alaska
story. Finally I did, and now I have an entire series planned. The first
book in the series is Her Alaskan Hero and it will release on August 25th.
I also have a novella entitled Sweet Home Alaska, as part of this series that
is available now in a boxed set entitled Small Town Summer.
I recently
attended a writer’s conference at a very nice, very large hotel. Hundreds of
women roamed every floor and hallway of this hotel. It was about eight o’clock
at night when I tried to check into my room. However, my room wasn’t ready and
my roommate hadn’t arrived yet, so even though this was annoying, I wasn’t
about to let these circumstances bring down my happy mood. I was at a writer’s
conference and I was on vacation.
So I waited in
the lobby with a book in hand and almost immediately I was approached by a man
who asked if I was here for the writer’s conference. I said, yes. He introduced
himself by saying, “I’m Anthony, I’m an attorney and I’m from the Bahamas.” And
then almost as an afterthought he asked, “What’s your name?”
I gave him my
name, then he immediately asked, “Do you have a roommate?”
So there is
nothing so horrible about this conversation except clearly he was trying to
impress me with his profession and/or place of residence. And who knows if he
was actually trying to pick me up, but of course I told him I had a roommate
and I expected her to arrive at any moment. So Anthony went along his way and
left me in the lobby.
As I watched
him leave, my romance writer’s imagination took over. I envisioned myself
saying. “No, I don’t have a roommate.”
As a side note,
in my head he was much more attractive and gorgeous and sexy too. Next thing I know
he invites me for a ride in his private jet where he takes me to his mansion in
the Bahamas. And you know the rest of the story—we lived happily ever after of
course.
But back to
reality, I mean, really, what did he expect me to say? And if I did say, no, I
don’t have a roommate. What would he have said? I guess I will never know, I
can only imagine.
Rebecca Thomas enjoys a
love-hate relationship with Alaska. She lives there with her bush pilot husband
and two teenaged sons. When she isn’t reading, writing, or playing board games,
she is cheering for her sons at their hockey games and tennis matches.
A reluctant reader as a
child, she didn’t become interested in books until her teen years when she
discovered historical romance. Now she loves all sub-genres of romance and
can’t decide which one is her favorite.
Rebecca earned a bachelor’s
degree in Education from the University of Alaska and was employed in the
airline industry for several years before working in her current position as a
program manager in a higher education.
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