The Best Parts of the Game

on April 12, 2016

View More: Blogger-Debra Elise

Rebecca, thank you for hosting me today and allowing me to corrupt, …. er I mean share with your readers some of my thoughts and pictures of hot bad boys.

Hi everyone, my name is Debra Elise and I write contemporary and romantic suspense. My debut novel, Saving Maverick, a sports romance, just released on April 4th. Since my hero is a hot bad boy baseball player, I thought it’d be fun to discuss the best ah, parts of the game. Like the sometimes form-fitting jerseys that show off the players muscled biceps and triceps or the tight pants which hug the gluteus maximus and show off the thigh muscles ever so fine. Or the difference between a cut ball pitch and a slider, but I digress.

Now don’t get me wrong I watch the players, I mean the baseball game for many reasons. For example, I really enjoy it when they run the bases and if in doing so I notice how that action showcases the for mentioned derriere and thigh muscles, well who am I to complain? However, in all seriousness I grew up around a baseball field. My family spent all our time at games either coaching, playing, keeping score or most importantly, watching.

Arizona Diamondback Conor Jackson Batting in a Spring Training Game on March 18, 2009, at Tucson Electric Park, Tucson, Arizona

To this day the smell of freshly mowed grass brings back childhood memories of heading to the ballfield at the crack of dawn for tournaments and concession stand hotdogs and Fritos smothered in chili (which still makes me nauseous just thinking of that combo, but that’s a whole different story).

So, who here loves baseball? But more importantly the men who play the game? You can’t see me, but my hand is raised and waving frantically. Right now I’m thinking about a few of my favorite players, one in particular. He’s fictitious, and looks a lot like Chris Pine. He’s a bit broken but where women are concerned, he’s quite the catch.

Image of muscle man posing in studio

His name is Maverick Jansen and in my book, Saving Maverick, he’s the star pitcher who goes through a life changing event which sends him reeling and he handles it… not so well. The team owner needs the help of a top public relations expert, Kelsey Sullivan, who has some issues of her own when it comes to egotistical playboy baseball players.

Mav and Kelsey’s attraction is instant, yet too many obstacles stand in their way. Baseball brings them together, but it also might be the very reason that keeps them from their happily ever after.

In the comments below, share with me your favorite team or player, if you have one. And if you just watch the game for the… uniforms, who am I to judge? 😉

In my house, we root for the Mariners and right now, Robinson Cano is killing it with four homeruns just five games into the season. And he fills out his uniform quite nicely. Not that I’ve noticed or anything.

Happy reading!

PS – Be sure to visit me on my website and check out the giveaway page (I’m giving away a Kindle Fire as well as other great prizes) and/or sign up for my newsletter.

saving maverick coverSAVING MAVERICK by Debra Elise (The Outlaws of Baseball, Book One)

Maverick Jansen and Kelsey Sullivan fall into a complicated game of PR strategy by day and searing passion by night where they both find a new meaning to fast and hard.

He needs someone like her …

Rand ‘Maverick’ Jansen has what it takes to be the star pitcher of the Idaho Outlaws—talent, talent and more talent. Trouble is, since his younger brother’s death in a car wreck, a mysterious ‘injury’ to Mav’s throwing arm has him sidelined. And trying to find solace in a series of all-too public drunken parties isn’t aiding his cause with the league, or the team’s owner. If Mav doesn’t accept help to work out his grief and repair his reputation, he may end up in the dugout for good. He just didn’t expect that help to come from a gorgeous little spitfire in sexy stiletto heels.

She needs to stay far away from guys like him …

Kelsey Sullivan is a publicist, and a good one. She’s not a big fan of bad boy baseball players. But when the owner of the Outlaws, a close friend, asks her to take his star pitcher from media strike out to home run, she has to say yes. But she’d rather eat her favorite Chanel purse. Mav Jansen is everything she’s spent her adult life staying far, far away from—a sports celebrity who seems to consider the world his personal playground. She just didn’t expect him to be quite so gorgeous and irresistible.

When life throws them a curve ball, is it too late to learn that love can save them both?

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PPS – I’ll be in Las Vegas from April 13th-16th at the RT Booklovers Convention. I’ll be signing at the Giant Book Fair on the 16th from 10:30-2:00p at the Rio All-Suite Hotel and Casino, and I would love to see you! If you’re in the area, they have day passes still available.


Debra Elise lives with her husband and their two sons in the beautiful Pacific Northwest. She loves to read, nap, write, and watches entirely too much T.V. (Blacklist and Mr. Robot are two of her current obsessions). She also enjoys hanging out with other author-type individuals and teasing her three ‘boys’ into displaying their killer smiles. Most days find her carpooling, avoiding laundry and daydreaming about her characters and how to make them come alive for her readers.

What’s Your Favorite Action Movie?

on February 22, 2016

Guest Blogger-Jennifer Estep

Jennifer Estep 1Greetings! First of all, I want to say thanks to Rebecca for inviting me to guest blog today. Thanks so much, Rebecca!

If you’ve read my Elemental Assassin urban fantasy series, then you know that I really, really, really like writing action and fight scenes. 🙂

Bitter Bite, the 14th book in my Elemental Assassin series, will be released on Feb. 23. So by this point in the series, Gin Blanco, my assassin heroine, has been in just about every kind of action scene, fight, throwdown, brawl, and duel to the death that you can imagine, battling everything from vampires to giants to dwarves to elementals.

But every time I sit down to write a new book in the series, one of my favorite things to do is to come up with the big action/fight scenes in the book, especially the finale, and figure out how Gin can use her magic, wits, and determination to defeat the villains. It’s one of my favorite parts of writing, especially when it comes to this character and series.

When I’m not writing my own action scenes, I also really, really, really like watching movies and TV shows that have a lot of great action in them. Here are some of my favorites:

Agent Carter: Peggy Carter is one of my favorite characters in the Marvel universe because she’s smart, strong, and can kick butt whenever necessary (which turns out to be quite frequently in this show).

Arrow: Fight scenes are one of the highlights and trademarks of this show. Often, Green Arrow and his friends will team up and take on all the bad guys at once.

Captain America: The Winter Soldier: There are lots of great action and fight scenes in this one, including Cap’s epic showdown with the Winter Soldier in the middle of the movie.

The James Bond series: Few film series do action and stunt sequences better than the Bond films, like the finale of Skyfall, where Bond is severely outnumbered and outgunned as he tries to defeat a whole swarm of bad guys.

Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl: I like all the swashbuckling and swordplay scenes in this one, and Johnny Depp is just awesome as Captain Jack Sparrow.

The Princess Bride: This movie has plenty of action, along with a fun, light-hearted tone and so many great, quotable lines. It’s a classic.

What about you guys? What are some of your favorite action movies and TV shows? What are some of your favorite action-packed books? Leave a comment for a chance to win a copy of BITTER BITE. (US only)

Bitter Bite (2)BITTER BITE, Elemental Assassin #14, Releases Feb. 23:

Which is stronger: blood ties or a battle-tested friendship? That’s the question Gin Blanco is asking when a friend’s long-lost relative comes strolling back into Ashland under suspicious circumstances. The unexpected reunion is a surprise for everyone—and a big problem for Gin. Book 14 in the New York Times bestselling urban fantasy series RT Book Reviews calls “unbeatable entertainment!”

It’s not easy being queen bee of an underworld abuzz with crooks and killers. Wielding my potent Ice and Stone elemental magic will only get me so far—my real secret is my tight-knit makeshift family, a motley crew of cops and criminals, dwarves and playboys. My foster brother Finnegan Lane is my right-hand man, but when his suddenly not-dead relative comes back into the picture, I’m the one on the outside looking in.

It’s funny how life works: one minute your best friend is rock-steady, and the next he’s doe-eyed and buying into this whole loving-relative routine to the point of ignoring you. I’d like to be happy for Finn, I really would. But all of my instincts are telling me that beneath the syrupy sweet demeanor and old-fashioned charm, this sudden interloper is planning something. The whole shtick leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. This person might have avoided the grave once, but I’ll put anyone who hurts Finn in the ground—for good.

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About Jennifer:

Jennifer Estep is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author prowling the streets of her imagination in search of her next fantasy idea.

Jennifer writes the Elemental Assassin urban fantasy series for Pocket Books. Bitter Bite, the 14th book in the series, will be released on Feb. 23.

Jennifer also writes the Black Blade young adult urban fantasy series for Kensington. She is also the author of the Mythos Academy young adult urban fantasy series and the Bigtime paranormal romance series.

For more information on Jennifer and her books, visit or follow Jennifer on Facebook, Goodreads, and Twitter (@Jennifer_Estep), or follow her blog.


on January 29, 2016

Guest Blogger-Sarah Andre

Hi all! I’m Charly, Rebecca’s assistant. We thought it’d be fun to do a ‘Romance: The Good, the Bad, and the Disastrous’ theme with guest bloggers. Every Friday, we’ll have a guest blogger talk about fun stuff like horrible dates, good dates, etc. Some bloggers will have a contest, and some won’t – it’s totally up to them. If there is a contest, I’ll randomly draw a winner from the post comments, send the winner’s email address to the guest blogger, and they’ll take it from there. Rebecca will jump in and blog when she can. For now, enjoy as we play!


photo credit: Sarah Levit Studios

photo credit: Sarah Levit Studios

1/1/16: This year I swear I will exercise EVERY day! Off to walk my neighborhood…
1/2/16: Yippee, went to the gym and did 20 min treadmill, 20 min elliptical and 20 min stationary bike. Whew! I’m exhausted but I am a goddess!!
1/3/16: Unbelievably tired today and too busy at work…and I still have a bunch of errands to do on the way home. I swear I’ll do twice as much tomorrow to make up for skipping today…

Sound familiar? That New Year’s Resolution scenario could have come right out of my January, Any-Year journal (if I kept one!) I’ve had exercise-buddies, hired countless personal trainers, tried Jane Fonda videos, step-aerobic classes, Tae Bo dvds, you name it—I paid the money, gleefully convinced that this would be the thing to finally motivate me forever.

Well honey, I’ve been a January Flame Out most of my adult life. I could write a book on my failures, my excuses and my newest Fad Diet (but that’s another rambling blog entirely!) My Point: I was born to curl up on the sofa with a novel. The End.

And then ten years ago the oddest thing happened. A personal trainer uttered four little words that ended up shattering my couch potato mentality.
(Dreamy music and blurry lines here to signify a flashback)
I happened to be over 200 pounds and was lamely following her kickboxing instructions: jab, cross, hook, uppercut. (I had boxing gloves on and she held padded mitts.) I threw a right jab, thwap! Connected solidly with those mitts, yes!

She yelled “Harder!”
What?? That was as hard as I hit. Well, I mentally shrugged, Okay. I reared back and swung a slamming left cross. Thwap!!
She screamed, “Hit me harder!”

Is she insane? I’d punched her mitts with everything I had that time. Another thwap, another goading: “You can hit harder than that!” I was done.
“No,” I gasped, “I really can’t.”
And then came the four words: “Tap into your anger.

I danced back on the balls of my feet in confusion (and secretly to catch my breath.)
“I’m not angry,” I said, in my most polite tone.
“Oh yes, you are,” she spat. “Reach deep and let it out.”

Really folks, I wasn’t angry! But now I was so frustrated with the whole session, embarrassed by my jiggling fat, sick of being yelled at when I was punching as hard as I could and who was she to tell me I’m angry? …I grit my teeth, swung my arm and slammed that mitt with all those emotions. THWAP!!!!

It was such a mammoth, fury-driven hit that I actually grunted on impact. She staggered back and dropped her hands. “Yes,” she said quietly. “There’s your anger.”
And I stood there quivering and alive…and I don’t mean with adrenalin but pure rage. Pouring out of me like Niagara Falls. I felt invincible and powerful and…happy.
“Let’s go again,” I said. (And then looked around to see who said that.)

I’d like to tell you that watershed moment immediately changed my life, but it still took years to keep me motivated. (And she left for Paris months later, picture an enormous backslide in my weight loss.)

But those four words stayed with me and once in awhile I found ways to “tap” into anger during workouts, and guess what? Those sessions would be hugely exhilarating and productive. And I felt light-hearted and free afterwards, which I don’t think was all adrenalin-related. It was shedding that ugly emotion that we were taught as youngsters to stuff down and ignore because to express it is inappropriate and unfeminine.

Beyoncé named her brazenly sexy alter-ego Sasha Fierce, whom she ‘turns into’ the second she puts on her glittering dress. She becomes that person; it’s all-consuming, it’s not an act. Well, I’m here to tell you that alter-ego’s work, and mine is also called Fierce and she exercises like a demented fool. In fact Fierce is so real that I have to be very, very careful to keep my worlds separate!

DSC_1237 new handYou, dear reader, know me as Sarah: a pleasant, friendly romance writer. Ask anyone at my gym or passing me at Memorial Park…Fierce is a snarling, focused terror-to-behold. I found a trainer who instinctively knew this was my motivation and each day, within two sentences of greeting me he can set me off. We spar verbally, escalating to just this side of a UFC Smackdown. Hour’s up, we high-five and part great friends.

Sensory depravation helps me stay in my world of wrath. I don’t make eye contact (and if I do it’s a lethal stare), my music is so loud it covers my asthmatic breathing and I don’t speak to anyone. Unlike Beyoncé’s gowns, I wear rude T-Shirts (“Yet, despite the look on my face you’re still talking” or “I’m not mean, you’re just a sissy.”) My iPod is divided into two categories: soothing music I garden and daydream to, and a loooong playlist labeled ‘Exercise.’ (Wish there was a lightning bolt icon!) In this playlist I listen to some of the most god awful lyrics ever put to music. And to get a spot on that playlist each song must be sung/screamed with intense rage. The angrier the singer, the faster, longer and more determined I run. I would be ashamed to even throw in one iTune link here…THAT’S how much I don’t want you to catch a glimpse of Fierce.

It’s twisted, I get it. And yet, here I am— six years later and 70+ pounds lighter to tell you: Anger works. Any anger. Could be an immediate, one-time event: the driver that cut you off on the way to the gym. Run the treadmill and think of all the ugly remarks you secretly wanted to shout in his face. Could be chronic: your @#$% boss or in-law-from-hell. Could even be petty, envy-related: the fact that you have to exercise until you wheeze while cutie-pie, 20-something strolling on the treadmill next to you, chatting on her cell has the metabolism of a gazelle. Grrr.

The point is, once you admit Anger really is there, unbelievably deep within you and must get out, and once you learn to let it out in controlled, short intervals I guarantee you will look forward to your exercise time. It’s now a recognized toxicity I need to relieve daily or the sludge just builds. I still don’t LIKE to exercise. I still secretly revel in missing a day or two, but guess what happens? I begin to feel like a big, fat Ick. I get snarky at my loved ones. I reach for sweets and junk food. Any of this sound familiar?

If you’ve tried everything under the sun to stay motivated and exercise more often but nothing’s worked, well then…you have nothing to lose…try my bizarre, twisted approach.
Tap into your anger.


If daydreaming were an Olympic sport, Sarah Andre would be buried under gold medals! She lives in serene Southwest FL with her husband and two naughty Pomeranian boys, Bo and Taz. When she’s not writing, Sarah keeps busy with various volunteer positions or catching up with all the novels on her ‘To Be Read’ pile. When all procrastination attempts fail, Sarah can be found working on her latest romantic suspense due out in April, 2016.



He could already see the headlines: Olympic Champion found with SECOND dead body.


Review Quote: Cheese and monkeys this book is intense! A piece of advice: when you read this make sure you have no other plans for the day because you won’t want to put it down.


LockedAndLoadedFinal coverLOCKED, LOADED and LYING

He might be innocent. Or he might be very, very guilty…

Olympic skier Lock Roane was on top of the world: smashing Alpine records, collecting medals, and basking in both the love of a nation and his beautiful heiress girlfriend. It all comes crashing down after Lock discovers his girlfriend had an affair—then awakens from a drunken bender covered in her blood. Given his history of violent blackouts, it’s not a big leap for him to believe he did kill her.

On the eve of his murder trial he saves the life of a car accident victim, not knowing she’s his biggest media nemesis. And when Jordan Sinclair regains consciousness, she’ll lie through her teeth to keep it that way.

Jordan is out of options and out of time. To satisfy her blackmailer, she needs the inside scoop (and its tabloid cash reward) on Lock Roane. An attraction to the arrogant athlete was not part of the plan. Neither is trying to find out what really happened that night.

Now Jordan risks everything—including her life—to help Lock. But the more they discover clues pointing to someone else with a motive, the more Lock is also unraveling all the lies Jordan’s fed him. Her betrayal leaves him with two options: take his chances at his murder trial or forgive the woman who’s mesmerized him from the moment he saved her life.


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Memories of Dating

on January 22, 2016

Guest Blogger-Mari Manning

Hi all! I’m Charly, Rebecca’s assistant. We thought it’d be fun to do a ‘Romance: The Good, the Bad, and the Disastrous’ theme with guest bloggers. Every Friday, we’ll have a guest blogger talk about fun stuff like horrible dates, good dates, etc. Some bloggers will have a contest, and some won’t – it’s totally up to them. If there is a contest, I’ll randomly draw a winner from the post comments, send the winner’s email address to the guest blogger, and they’ll take it from there. Rebecca will jump in and blog when she can. For now, enjoy as we play!

_MG_7338-67It’s been “awhile” since anyone’s asked me out. As I’ve been married for a long, long time, that’s a good thing. Fortunately I’m at the stage where short-term memories have a half-life of less than a month while those long-ago moments still ring clear as a bell. Bad simile, but you know what I mean.

So dates …

My first date was to homecoming when I was fifteen. His name was Tim, and he was nice guy, which in fifteen-year-old speak means he wasn’t hot. As the oldest of six children, this inaugural date was really the family’s “first date,” so when the doorbell rang, a cry went up throughout the house, “He’s here!” By the time I opened the door (I had to fight my father for the knob), seven people and two cats were standing in the front hall to greet poor Tim. Sheesh.

The worse part about this first romantic experience was that I dumped Tim the Monday after homecoming when he showed up at school wearing yellow socks. It’s safe to say he should count himself fortunate.

It was downhill from there …

There was the guy who studied me across the table at dinner, then said, “Did you know the two sides of your face don’t match?”

I do now.

One guy, who’d been a friend, decided to dispense with the niceties (since we knew each other, I guess) and get right to the nitty-gritty. “I want you to be my girlfriend, but you have to sleep with me if you say yes.” I said no.

Not that it mattered. Once a sentence like that is out, even the most clueless of guys realize they’ve laid an extra-large, hard-boiled egg.

Dating mystified me. Mostly I wondered what the guy saw in me. Why me? Why not my best friend or my roommate? What do they want me to say? How should I act?

A boyfriend in college wrote a poem about me (at least that’s what he said) and published it in the literary magazine. It was all about how I was his source of strength, his comfort when times were tough, etc. Two months later he dumped me when his old girlfriend came back. Not very cool, but neither was I. For the next two-and-a-half years of college, I refused to talk to him. It felt good at the time.

The best date: The guy who took me to a jazz club on our first date. That was amazing. Then we talked. Then … well, he turned out to be the one. I breathed a sigh of relief. No more dating.


Let’s start with the fun stuff. I love small towns, mysteries, quiet men, laughter, old-fashioned spaghetti dinners. I love boots and shopping and jokes and Hershey’s dark chocolate and white wine. I love lots of things. But my first love is reading.

I love to read. Just about anything, but it has to be well-written. I go through periods where I am into historical novels or romance or mystery or history or biography. I never know when my desires will suddenly change.

Now for the writer-ish, official stuff: Mari Manning is the author of several contemporary romances and three romantic suspense novels set in the Texas Hill Country. Stranger at My Door is the first in her A Murder in Teas series. The second, Stranger in My House will be published by Entangled later this year. The third book in the series is Stranger in My Bed. Currently Mari is working on a series of cozy mysteries.

She and her husband live in Chicago.


“He studied her as he summoned up an appropriate apology. She wore cut-offs and a white T-shirt. His eyes swept down her slim legs to her bare feet and red toenails before he could stop himself. Why were pain-in-the-ass women always hot?”

Quote from Stranger at My Door


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The only thing standing between her and disaster is a man she can’t trust …

As far as Dinah Pittman is concerned, men can’t be trusted. Especially cops. Her own father was a cop and a convicted felon who stole a small fortune before dying in prison. The best part? No one knows where the money is…and someone is willing to kill off everyone who knows anything about it.

And Dinah is next.

Rafe Morales left the Dallas police force to settle down to a simpler life in the small Texas town of El Royo. Instead, he finds himself protecting an infuriating, tough-as-nails, oh-so-sexy victim—and driving himself crazy with a thoroughly unprofessional desire.

But as the body count rises, Rafe and Dinah must find a way to trust each other…before they both end up dead.

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Not All Men With Accents Are Swoon-Worthy

on January 15, 2016

Guest Blogger-Amanda Byrne

Hi all! I’m Charly, Rebecca’s assistant. We thought it’d be fun to do a ‘Romance: The Good, the Bad, and the Disastrous’ theme with guest bloggers. Every Friday, we’ll have a guest blogger talk about fun stuff like horrible dates, good dates, etc. Some bloggers will have a contest, and some won’t – it’s totally up to them. If there is a contest, I’ll randomly draw a winner from the post comments, send the winner’s email address to the guest blogger, and they’ll take it from there. Rebecca will jump in and blog when she can. For now, enjoy as we play!

Amanda ByrneWho likes free stuff? Stupid question. You like free stuff. And I sometimes like to give away stuff. SO. I’m having a giveway: $15 Amazon gift card and winner’s choice of either a signed paperback copy of Hidden Scars OR an advance ebook copy of Broken Down, book two in the Hidden Scars series (releasing April 12th). All you have to do is leave a comment about your worst date.

Pre-BF, I considered myself lucky that I hadn’t ever gone on a truly awful date. Even my worst date wasn’t that bad, but you could file it under “Don’t Get Sucked In By The Sexy Accent: or, Not All Scots Are Swoon-worthy.”*

*Name has been changed to protect the guilty

It was Christmas Eve, and I was working a full-day shift at Watch Station. We sold watches. Very exciting, yeah? The store did not do well at the best of times, and to make it worse, it was hidden away in a corner on the top floor of the mall. I was prepared to bored out of my skull.

Then in walked Michael.

I’m not going to lie. He was hot. Black hair, bright blue eyes, fantastic smile that made you want smile back. And then he opened his mouth to say hello, and out rolls this Scottish accent.

I blame the accent. For everything.

Over the next hour or so, we talked about everything and nothing. You know those amazing conversations you have where it just flows and then you’re like, wait, what? How long have we been talking? Michael was friendly and seemed genuinely interested in what I had to say. Plus, he played soccer (gimme a soccer player over a hockey or football player any day), was the proud owner of an actual kilt, and then, of course, there was the accent.

So it was easy to overlook the first red flag.

Beings as it was Christmas Eve, I had plans with my family to attend one of the Christmas Eve services at our church. Michael casually asked what I was doing that evening, and I told him. Then he asked if he could tag along and join us for dinner.

I almost said sure, why not? In addition to being away from his homeland during the holidays, he was unable to see his family, either – he was stationed at the naval base north of Seattle. But something about his question made me say no. The question came off a little pushy, and I didn’t really want to share my family time with a guy I’d met only hours before. Michael took in stride and when he asked for my number, I gave it to him.

Fast forward a few days later, and Michael calls while I’m shopping for a birthday present for my sister. I don’t remember much of the conversation other than agreeing to meet him for drinks the Saturday after New Year’s.

Oh, and the bus running back to the base stopped fairly early in the evening, would it be all right if he slept on my couch?

Distracted, I agreed, and then realized what I’d agreed to right after we hung up. The guy had done it again. I’d gotten sucked in by the damn accent and said why of course I’ll let a strange guy sleep on my couch without consulting my roommates first. I tried to call him back, but all I got was this weird dial tone – he’d used a calling card to call from a payphone. Yeah, they actually had those still.

The evening of our date arrived, and I met up with him at Watch Station, getting a discreet thumbs up from my friend and manager, followed by a mouthed “He’s hot.” I was nervous, but not in that tingly, butterflies-in-the-stomach way. I was worried about what Michael would say when I told him he was out of luck as far as a place to crash for the night was concerned.

It went badly.

He was mad. Really mad.

After some stilted conversation and some angry silence, he announced he was going to Barnes and Noble and if I wanted to come with him, I could. I don’t know why I agreed to go with him. He made an attempt to turn the evening around, picking out ridiculous books and trying to get me to laugh, but eventually he wandered away. Once he was out of sight, I ran.

Yeah, I literally ran to the bus stop and caught the bus home. Not the worst bad date in the history of bad dates, but definitely the worst one I’ve ever been on. Five years later, I met the most awesome nerdboy (aka The BF) and haven’t gone on a bad date since.


When she’s not plotting ways to sneak her latest shoe purchase past her partner, Amanda writes sexy, snarky romance and urban fantasy. She likes her heroines smart and unafraid to make mistakes, and her heroes strong enough to take them on.

If she’s not writing, she’s reading, drinking hot chocolate, and trying not to destroy her house with her newest DIY project. She lives in the beautiful Pacific Northwest, and no, it really doesn’t rain that much.

Catch up with her online at


Hannah tells Alex about the Perfect Man:

“Well,” I said, drawing the word out, “he’d be tall. Handsome. He’d have superb dragon slaying skills, and his horse would be a Pegasus. It’d be nice if the horse pooped rainbows, but it’s not a requirement.” He snorted. “He’d cook and shoo me out of the kitchen if I tried to help. He’d—” Alex’s hand had wandered down to palm my ass, stroking it possessively. Breathe. I needed to breathe. “He’d know my favorite color and my favorite movie without having to ask, and he’d let me control the remote.” I traced hearts over his chest. You. You’re perfect. You’re perfect and you scare the crap out of me but I don’t want to let you go. Not yet.

He slid his hand so it was under my thigh, and shifted my leg up. “I stand corrected. The perfect man is a myth. You’ll just have to settle for mere humans.” I laughed, and he rolled us so fast the laugh ended on a gasp. “And we’ll have to find out the answers by asking the questions.”


The Perfect Man option 1jpgThe Perfect Man (available January 26th!)

A Valentine’s Day speed-dating event ends with Hannah locked in a closet with a gorgeous stranger. Over the course of the evening, Hannah grows more and more convinced that Alex is the perfect man. But will that impression hold up in the harsh light of day?



So…remember the giveaway? $15 Amazon gift card and winner’s choice of a signed paperback of Hidden Scars OR an advance ebook copy of Broken Down, hitting virtual shelves April 12th. Hit the comments with your bad date stories!