December 5, 2016

score some prizes and fun with the holly jolly chick lit hop


Make the holiday season even merrier by discovering new reads from some of today's best chick lit and romantic comedy authors during the Holly Jolly Chick Lit Hop on Facebook.

Here's how it works: every day from Monday, December 5 through Friday, December 16, readers are invited to hop around to more than 60 authors' Facebook pages (with about five stops each day) to receive gifts and enter to win prizes.

Here is the schedule, which includes the list of authors posting each day and links to their Facebook pages in case you'd like to give them a "like" and follow along:

MONDAY, DECEMBER 5

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We will also give away several Amazon gift cards as bonus prizes on the event page. Every day that you participate and leave a comment on the main post for the day, you will be entered into the drawing to receive the prizes. Be sure to check back every day to maximize your chances!

Happy Holidays to all and to all some fabulous reading!

October 28, 2016

sneak peek #3 of 'three & out'

New from Laura Chapman, the third installment of her fantasy football romantic comedy Queen of the League series . . .


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After rushing to the altar and moving across the country, Harper Duquaine (or is it MacLaughlin, now?) is in uncharted territory. What once seemed like a promising opportunity to advance her husband’s career while giving her some much-needed independence and adventure has proven to be a bust. By the time fall rolls around again, she’s back in a boring job by day and overstocking her inventory of crocheted scarves by night. Not even the prospect of a new football season holds much excitement.

 At least that’s what she thought. Harper suddenly finds herself the manager of not one but two fantasy football teams—each with its own set of drama. Between the added pressure of her new marriage, an unexpected career prospect, and the hiccups created by people from her past and present worlds, Harper quickly finds herself going from bored to overwhelmed.

Can she hold up under the pressure, or will Harper learn the hard way that the turf isn’t always greener on the other field?


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Read an Excerpt from Three & Out

“You have to talk some sense into J.J. He’s freaking out about this whole redraft thing.”

I roll my eyes at the irritation in Wade’s voice. How like sweet, lovable, but basically helpless Wade to want me to save the day and soothe everyone else’s nerves. Even though I’m two time zones away. It’s my own fault. Back when we all worked together at the car dealership in Lincoln, that’s what I did. I fixed things. Not to brag, I was good at it. Too good, apparently.

I start the brisk walk toward campus. After looking around town, we’d settled on a tiny walk-up a few minutes from campus rather than going for something more spacious in the suburbs. What we pay for in extra rent, we make up for in gas and time savings. Plus, every work day starts and ends with cardio, which is how I’m able to rationalize skipping the gym. I’ve always been bad about going, but now I can do it guilt-free.

“What are we going to do?” Wade asks. “He’s out of control.”

“In his defense, it was a pretty big pain in the butt to find a time when we were all available to draft in the first place. Things are complicated now that we’re on the West Coast and Gio is on the East—”

“It’s not a matter of time zones.”

I imagine myself flipping Wade the bird. “No. I suppose it isn’t.”

“You’re not here every day. You don’t get it.”

Now I have to fight the urge to throw my phone into the street. The only reason I don’t is because I don’t want to have to replace it. Especially not until I back up my music and photos. I have a bunch of pictures of Blitz and my latest crocheting projects on my phone. I can’t risk parting with them in a wave of misplaced fury. I take a deep breath and remind myself that I like Wade. Most of the time. Plus, I have to be patient with him. He’s married to Brook’s sister now, so he’s family.

“What else is going on?”

“It’s hard to explain.”

“Try.”

“Well . . .” Then Wade launches into something that’s a mixture of rant and useful information.

Apparently, J.J. hasn’t been handling the changes to his environment well. First, Brook and I moved in February. Aside from the few months he spent playing in an arena league, J.J. hasn’t been away from his former practice squad wide receiver since they were freshmen in college. Then in May, Gio transferred to the flagship store in Schenectady, New York, so the owners of the dealership—the Donaldsons—could enjoy early retirement and a second honeymoon.

With his most stable influences gone, J.J. spent the summer in a free-for-all binge. There’s more drinking. More one-night stands. More shoving matches with strangers in bars. More illegal substances. It’s all of J.J.’s vices, only on a bigger level. He’s Deluxe J.J.

“Why are you just telling me this now? If it’s been going on all summer, why—”

“I thought we could take care of it. Contrary to what you might think, I usually try to handle things on my own.” I can almost imagine Wade tussling his cropped brown hair on the other side of the line. “But this morning, after we got our messages about the botched draft, J.J. lost it. He threw a chair at one of the cars in the lobby.”

I gasp and nearly run into a woman walking her dog in the other direction. Recovering quickly, I dart an apologetic grin and mouth, “Sorry.” “What did Anderson do?”

“Nothing.”

I stumble again. “He did—”

“Well, not nothing really. He told J.J. to cool down and check our Internet sales. He said it in that voice of his that scares the crap out of you.”

I’m all too familiar with it. “That was it?”

“Well . . . then he asked Dylan to take the car back to maintenance.”

It makes sense. He’d want to make sure there wasn’t any damage to the body. He’d also want to take care of the dents with as little fuss as possible before ripping J.J. a new one.

“Then he asked you to call me? So I could set J.J. straight.”

“Pretty much.”

That figures. It all does. However, understanding the source for this request doesn’t give me any clear ideas on what I’m supposed to do to help. It’s not like I can hop on a plane and smack some sense into J.J. I’m already flying back in October, and I can’t take off that much time from work. A phone call will only do so much. There’s also the chance I could say the wrong thing and make it worse.

It’s not a good situation.

“Look, Wade, I don’t know what I can—”

“Just think of something. Anything. Give him a call and talk some reason into him. He listens to you.”

 “Yeah, right. You mean he listens to Brook.” Which is who Wade should have called, come to think of it.

“Brook is my next call if you won’t help. But you’d be surprised by how much stock J.J. puts in you. I know I’m asking a lot—”

“You’re asking for a miracle.”

“Maybe, but please.”

The way he says it—his voice so wistful—is more than a request. It’s a last-ditch plea. Like Princess Leia telling Obi-Wan he’s her only hope. And, man, I need to make some less nerdy friends if that’s the first analogy to come to mind. I’m practically a female version of any given member of the league these days. My heart pings as I think about those guys. They’re more than my buddies. They’re my family. Not just the one’s I’m related to by blood or marriage.

Family comes through when you need them.

“Okay. I’ll talk to him.”


*** BARGAIN ALERT *** To celebrate the new release, for a limited time, you can pick up the first two stories in the series for only 99 cents each. EBooks First & Goal and Going for Two are available for only 99 cents each. ***


In Laura Chapman’s Queen of the League series, Harper Duquaine joins a fantasy football league to prove she can hang with the guys. Only problem: she doesn’t know a sleeper from a keeper (or any of the other lingo thrown her way). Her competitive streak soon emerges, and she catches the interest of her top two competitors. With a slew of conflicting advice in her real and fantasy worlds, Harper must figure out how to play the game and come out a winner.

First & Goal 

Going for Two 

About the Author 

Laura Chapman is the author of First & Goal, Going for Two, Three & Out, and The Marrying Type.  Her holiday novellas Making Christmas and What Happens at Midnight will be released on November 8, and are now available for pre-order. A native Nebraskan, she loves football, Netflix marathons, and her cats, Jane and Bingley. Connect with her online on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and YouTube and on her website at www.laurachapmanbooks.com.

October 27, 2016

sneak peek #2 of 'three & out'

New from Laura Chapman, the third installment of her fantasy football romantic comedy Queen of the League series . . .


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After rushing to the altar and moving across the country, Harper Duquaine (or is it MacLaughlin, now?) is in uncharted territory. What once seemed like a promising opportunity to advance her husband’s career while giving her some much-needed independence and adventure has proven to be a bust. By the time fall rolls around again, she’s back in a boring job by day and overstocking her inventory of crocheted scarves by night. Not even the prospect of a new football season holds much excitement.

 At least that’s what she thought. Harper suddenly finds herself the manager of not one but two fantasy football teams—each with its own set of drama. Between the added pressure of her new marriage, an unexpected career prospect, and the hiccups created by people from her past and present worlds, Harper quickly finds herself going from bored to overwhelmed.

Can she hold up under the pressure, or will Harper learn the hard way that the turf isn’t always greener on the other field?


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Read an Excerpt from Three & Out

Brook waits for J.J. to take his turn drafting before turning his eyes back to me. He taps his chin three times but says nothing. His blue eyes pierce mine.

I cave in ten seconds flat.

“Okay, J.J. is right. I’m drafting a team of dicks. I’m sure this seems juvenile. Or crazy. It’s probably both, but I’m doing it this way. For fun.”

I gulp and finally raise my gaze to his. Sheesh. Our future kids are in for some serious trouble. If I ever suspect them of lying or sneaking around, I’ll just have Brook stare them straight.

“Why dicks?” J.J. asks.

“Between the names and personality types, I figured the NFL would have more than enough to give my team a full roster.”

“Not all football players are dicks.” J.J.’s tone takes on a sharp edge.

“I agree. Just the ones I’m drafting.”

Brook’s eyes crease around the edges, and his shoulders shake. My stomach instantly settles. Good. I’m glad he found his sense of humor.

“Whatever.” J.J. sighs. “I’m not going to stop you. It’s in my best interest for you to draft a crappy team. But as league commissioner, I needed to make sure you were cleared of any wrongdoing. For all I know, you’re helping your husband secure a playoff spot.”

“I assure you, my intentions are entirely pure.”

For some reason, this sets Brook off, and I disconnect the call before J.J. can take offense to Brook’s laughter.

“I’ve got to hand it to you, babe,” he says, once he finally regains some control. “When you decide to throw the game in the pre-season, you don’t mess around.”

My jaw drops, but I pause to draft my next player—Arney Walker, a known jerk who is constantly in trouble for attitude problems—before addressing his comment.

“Why would you think I’m throwing the game?”

He gives me his “let’s be serious” look, before pointing out the lack of consistency with most of the players I’ve already drafted. I again tap my fingers on the desk impatiently while he rattles off every reason my team won’t succeed until I’ve had enough.

“I have complete faith in my team. In fact, I’m guessing my pack of boners will outperform your so-called talent.”

“Want to place a side bet?”

“What are the terms?” I have to know what’s at stake because I don’t actually think my team will come close to beating his. This is probably the finest roster I’ve seen him draft, and he’s right about my team. They suck.

“That’s up for negotiation.”

Brook rips a Post-it off of a pad and hands it to me along with a pen. He grabs a second one and scribbles on it, motioning for me to do the same. I write “get a dog” above “wins head-to-head.” We fold our pieces of paper. I hand mine over and reach for Brook’s, but he pulls it out of reach.

“Do you actually want to know what’s at stake or just discuss the terms?”

Pursing my lips, I consider the possibilities. Knowing Brook, he probably wrote something like “try my world-famous steak,” which he still hasn’t convinced me to do in the two years we’ve known each other. He respects my pescetarianism, but he still talks about the steak ad nauseam. Plus, I’d rather he not see my terms. He’s told me we can’t get a dog. Several times. He claims our apartment is too small and that our cat, Blitz, would probably traumatize any poor pup.

With steaks and dogs on the line, maybe it’s better if we don’t know what’s at risk until the last possible moment.

“Let’s go for the surprise. You hold on to your terms, I’ll hold on to mine, and we’ll reveal the prize later.”

He nods and tucks his piece of paper into his wallet. “Want to go for most wins or something else?”

“How about whoever wins when we play against each other in week six?”

“I like it. So we have a wager?”

I thrust my hand across the desk. “We have a deal.”

To his credit, Brook doesn’t gloat over his inevitable victory. He doesn’t even smirk. Instead, we shake hands and withdraw into our respective rosters as our league goes round after round in the draft.

*** BARGAIN ALERT *** To celebrate the new release, for a limited time, you can pick up the first two stories in the series for only 99 cents each. EBooks First & Goal and Going for Two are available for only 99 cents each. ***


In Laura Chapman’s Queen of the League series, Harper Duquaine joins a fantasy football league to prove she can hang with the guys. Only problem: she doesn’t know a sleeper from a keeper (or any of the other lingo thrown her way). Her competitive streak soon emerges, and she catches the interest of her top two competitors. With a slew of conflicting advice in her real and fantasy worlds, Harper must figure out how to play the game and come out a winner.

First & Goal 

Going for Two 

About the Author 

Laura Chapman is the author of First & Goal, Going for Two, Three & Out, and The Marrying Type.  Her holiday novellas Making Christmas and What Happens at Midnight will be released on November 8, and are now available for pre-order. A native Nebraskan, she loves football, Netflix marathons, and her cats, Jane and Bingley. Connect with her online on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and YouTube and on her website at www.laurachapmanbooks.com.
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October 26, 2016

sneak peek #1 of 'three & out'

New from Laura Chapman, the third installment of her fantasy football romantic comedy Queen of the League series . . .


Find it on 

After rushing to the altar and moving across the country, Harper Duquaine (or is it MacLaughlin, now?) is in uncharted territory. What once seemed like a promising opportunity to advance her husband’s career while giving her some much-needed independence and adventure has proven to be a bust. By the time fall rolls around again, she’s back in a boring job by day and overstocking her inventory of crocheted scarves by night. Not even the prospect of a new football season holds much excitement.

 At least that’s what she thought. Harper suddenly finds herself the manager of not one but two fantasy football teams—each with its own set of drama. Between the added pressure of her new marriage, an unexpected career prospect, and the hiccups created by people from her past and present worlds, Harper quickly finds herself going from bored to overwhelmed.

Can she hold up under the pressure, or will Harper learn the hard way that the turf isn’t always greener on the other field?


Buy it Now 

Read an Excerpt from Three & Out

I I’m up. Time to draft the first player for my team. Who you select first is an important decision if you want your fantasy football team to thrive. My first year I picked the person my brother told me to take. The next—last season—I spent weeks researching and analyzing who would be the biggest difference maker for my team. Both were highly rated and came with full accolades.

And both of them ended up screwing me over at one point or another.

After two seasons of coming so close to championship gold only to have it ripped away from me in the end, I’ve learned a valuable lesson: none of it matters. The first pick. The draft itself. Not even fantasy football. It’s all made up and there’s no real point. Bragging rights and cash pool aside, who gives a crap?

That’s why I have a new goal this year. I’m going to have fun, starting right now. Click.

Round 1: Team Harper takes Richard Maddox (WR).

Brook’s head pokes up over his laptop. He raises an eyebrow but says nothing. I left my husband in the dark about this year’s fantasy football game plan. He would’ve tried to talk me out of it. He’d do it for my best interests, or so he’d say. He loves football with his whole being—though he claims to love me more—and it’s not just a pastime for him. It’s his life, but it’s not mine.

Ding. My turn again. Without hesitating, I select my next player.

Round 2: Team Harper takes Andrew Dix (RB).

Brook clears his throat, and I pretend not to notice. Instead, I add more players to my wish list when I come across someone who fits my plan. I doubt most of these guys will even be on my opponents’ radars this early in the draft, but I want to be prepared. Ding. Click.

Round 3: Team Harper takes Bruce Johnson (QB).

This time Brook reaches across the desk and covers my hand. “I know we promised J.J. we wouldn’t talk strategy amongst ourselves, but what the hell are you doing?”

“What do you mean? I’m just drafting the players I want.”

His eyes narrow, and I choke on a laugh. I can’t tell him. Not yet. He’s a smart enough man. He’ll probably figure it out for himself soon enough.

This year, Team Harper—I’m sticking with the default name this year, because again, who cares?—will consist entirely of dicks. Only players with names that double as euphemisms for male anatomy—Richard (Dick), Dix, Johnson—and reputed boners will be drafted.

Drafting players based on skill and prowess hasn’t worked for me yet, but maybe this game plan will. If it doesn’t, I’ll be too busy laughing my way through every lineup to care.

Ding. Click.

Round 4: Team Harper takes Erik Richards (WR).

“Babe!”

Before I’m forced to come up with another deflection for Brook, my phone rings. I check the display and put the call on speaker.

“It’s our commissioner. Talk to us, J.J.”

“Are you out of your mind?”

This time I can’t fight the laugh, and it comes out full-bellied. My eyes fill with tears while J.J. and Brook are left sputtering in equal parts outrage and disbelief.

“What’s going on here?” Brook asks.

“What are you trying to prove?” J.J. yells.

“Are you upset about something? Is this about me being late for dinner last night? I’m sorry. I should have told you practice was going late.”

“This is really childish. I didn’t expect something like this from you.”

“It’s so random.”

“Actually . . .” J.J. clears his throat. “She isn’t being random at all. Are you, Harper?”

Brook’s eyes fly to mine, his face bemused. Under his stare, my resolve slips along with the humor. He looks . . . upset—really upset—and about nothing. It’s just a joke.

“It’s not random.” I roll my fingertips over the desktop, clicking the scratched wood with my fingernails. “I’m . . . drafting on a theme.”

“What kind of a theme?”

Now J.J. snickers. “She’s drafting a team of schlongs, man.”

Ooh, schlong. Another name for a penis I hadn’t considered. Unfortunately, I don’t think there’s anyone playing in the NFL with the first or last name of Schlong, but there could be a sound-a-like or two out there. I should Google “penis euphemisms” right now in case there are any others I forgot when building my dream draft.


*** BARGAIN ALERT *** To celebrate the new release, for a limited time, you can pick up the first two stories in the series for only 99 cents each. EBooks First & Goal and Going for Two are available for only 99 cents each. ***


In Laura Chapman’s Queen of the League series, Harper Duquaine joins a fantasy football league to prove she can hang with the guys. Only problem: she doesn’t know a sleeper from a keeper (or any of the other lingo thrown her way). Her competitive streak soon emerges, and she catches the interest of her top two competitors. With a slew of conflicting advice in her real and fantasy worlds, Harper must figure out how to play the game and come out a winner.

First & Goal 

Going for Two 

About the Author 

Laura Chapman is the author of First & Goal, Going for Two, Three & Out, and The Marrying Type.  Her holiday novellas Making Christmas and What Happens at Midnight will be released on November 8, and are now available for pre-order. A native Nebraskan, she loves football, Netflix marathons, and her cats, Jane and Bingley. Connect with her online on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and YouTube and on her website at www.laurachapmanbooks.com.

October 25, 2016

the dude behind the series



A couple of weeks ago, I had the crazy (okay, not crazy--not even by my standards--but still kind of fun) idea to ask my fantasy football league commissioner if he'd be willing to do a brief interview with me to celebrate the release of Three & Out. Trevor and I met several years ago when we were both corporate journalists for a newsletter company (yeah, that's a real thing) and shortly before we both left for greener, or at least different, pastures, he started a workplace fantasy football team, and I joined up. That decision is ultimately responsible for the Queen of the League series. That means Harper Duquaine, Brook MacLaughlin, J.J. Sanchez, and the rest of the gang never would have existed if I hadn't met Trevor.

More than allowing me to crash the boys' club and join their fantasy football league (I'm pretty sure I was ready to whine and accuse them of sexism if they didn't kindly accept my first request, but they did, so I didn't have to be a brat), Trevor also served as my guide into the world of fantasy football. He coached me through my first mock draft, talked me through setting my first lineup, and stole Aaron Rodgers from me, even though he knew how badly I wanted him on my team. In short, Trevor was the Obi Wan Kenobi to my fantasy football Luke Skywalker. (It's also worth noting that his wife's team recently destroyed mine in fantasy football, proving that these two are a dynamic duo.)

Even though our OG league disbanded a few years ago, Trevor has continued to invite me to participate in one of his leagues (I say one, because he's in several), which means every fall I get a chance to fret and delight in the world of fantasy football. I hope you'll enjoy getting to know the guy who helped to inspire it all.

Trevor has been playing fantasy football for over a decade and has won several championships along the way, along with being a perennial playoff team. He has always been fascinated with the ratio of luck to skill that comes along with playing fantasy football. He even researched the topic and after acquiring a hefty file of articles and journal research, nearly wrote his Master's thesis on whether fantasy football was skill or luck and if daily fantasy sports should be labeled as gambling or sports betting. He is married with two kids and his family is the most important thing in the world to him . . . even during fantasy football season. 

Laura: What is your favorite part about playing fantasy football?

Trevor: My favorite part about playing fantasy football is the people. The people I have met in my life that I felt were worthy of being a part of my league I commission. I have played for over a decade now and I have lived everywhere from Washington State, where I am originally from, to California, Nebraska, and currently, Texas. The people that play in my league span every time zone, different friends I have made over the years, people who LOVE fantasy football. It is a great way to keep in touch, something hard to do these days, even though social media etc. exists it still is hard to find time to touch base with all the people you were friends with. But it’s fun to negotiate a trade over email or messenger and then side chat about the family or how the career path is going. My league consists of friends from my college, friends from one of my first jobs out of college, and a few friends I have known since elementary school. It is quite the motley crew. It is just a fun way to be connected, even if it is just through a game; it just keeps that person in your life and I think that is something really cool.

Another thing I love is that a random game could mean the world to you. Fantasy expands your knowledge of other teams besides your home team. There are times that certain games like the Browns vs. Titans you would never watch because they aren’t your home team and are not great teams to watch (Sorry Browns fans, I have family in Ohio so I have sympathy).

One more thing . . . I LOVE seeing everyone’s clever team names. Here are a few of my favorites: Stafford Infection, Dread Pirate Rodgers (Editor's Note: That's my team!!!), Corn on the Cobb, Pretty in Pigskin, It Ertz When I…, Zeke-A Virus, My Vick in a Box, Teenage Mutant Ninja Bortles, Do the Sankey Leg, Golden Tate Bridge, Blount Force Trauma, and finally, Red Hot Julius Peppers.

Laura: Who has been your all-time best player on one of your teams?

Trevor: Wow, that is a tough one . . . I have had so many teams over the past decade. I think for me that honor goes to Jamaal Charles back in 2013. I have won a title since then and won ones before that, but in that particular season, I was 7-6 and grabbed the last spot in the playoffs in a 10-team league where 6 made it in. Charles had a great stretch of games in the playoffs for me and brought me home the title in a year I believe I had started off 1-4, before storming back to claim the playoff spot and then eventually win the league. He outscored anyone else on my team, including my QB, which is saying a lot for how standard scoring is tallied.

Laura: What prompted you to take a chance on a fantasy football rookie like me back in 2012?

Trevor: I think it was because you were eager. I love people who are excited to try fantasy football and want to win. Playing is fun, but you wanted to jump in, learn, and win right away. I don’t have people in my league who aren’t actively making roster changes, adding waiver wire pickups and proposing trades (and actually negotiating and not just rejecting them with no explanation, that’s a pet peeve of mine). I think fantasy football is a great way to try something new and some people discover they absolutely love watching the games through a new lens of cheering not only for your home team, but for “your guys” on your fantasy team. Little did I know that inviting a new friend and co-worker would lead to you writing a book series about fantasy football! I feel like a Jedi Master who has a young Padawan with whom the force is growing. That was a nerdy thing to say, but hey, that’s how I feel.

Laura: This one is a two-parter: Why did you callously steal quarterback Aaron Rodgers from me during the draft that same year when you knew he was the linchpin for my team and did you regret crossing me in such a traumatic way?

Trevor: Wow, it just got real in here. First off, let me again express how proud I am of you, Laura, and how fond I am of you as a person. That being said, I feel zero remorse for my actions.  Rodgers fell to me and I took him. I thought you may be upset, but I have done that kind of thing to my own wife and I share a bed with her and she is the mother of my children. That matters not to me in fantasy football. She is just another team owner standing between me and the title. Sometimes you have to just break a few eggs to make an omelet you know? Let it be known, the fantasy football gods may not take kindly to it though; you actually finished 4th that year, one spot ahead of me and then finished fourth overall in the playoffs, while I finished 5th. However, I will say, if I know people in my league, and I know most of them very well for years, have a soft spot for their home team or certain players, I will try and make them overpay in a trade for them or hold them for ransom. I consider myself a good person, but in fantasy football, I am a ruthless negotiator and get a rush of finding a deep waiver wire pickup then flipping them for a premium to someone who overvalues them or is the replacement for their starter who got injured.

Laura: What is one piece of advice you'd offer to a first-time team owner?

Trevor: Hard to pick just one! Can I do a couple? I am going to be a rebel and do more than one. First off, don’t overvalue QB position. With the new league rules, guys throw for a bunch of yards and defenses find it hard to stop them. The ADP (Average Draft Position) of the top QBs like a Cam Newton or Drew Brees or in the past, Peyton Manning are tempting, but save for an outlier season where one of those is head and shoulders above the rest, go back and look at the point differential between the top-tier QBs and the middle of the pack ones. You may have a QB who scored 300 points for the season and another who scored 270, but WHAT round did you take them in? ADP matters. Everyone knows Cam Newton is a better fantasy player than Philip Rivers, but if you take Cam really high like 2nd or 3rd round and he scores only 25-30 more points over the season, which breaks down to about 3-4 points a week, is that too hefty of a price?

Albeit, there will be varying discrepancies certain weeks depending on the opposing team’s defense. But for me, this year for example, I grabbed Matt Stafford in the 10th round and at the time of this writing, ranks 3rd among all QBs in points. He is above Cam Newton, Aaron Rodgers, Ben Roethlisberger, Andrew Luck, and Carson Palmer, who were all going no later than the 5th round in most drafts. Do you want to know who I took in the 5th round? Marvin Jones Jr., who at the time of this writing, is leading all WRs in points in a standard league. He is beating guys like Jody Nelson, A.J. Green, Mike Evans, and even Antonio Brown. The point differential between the WR and RB tiers drop off a lot quicker than that of the QB crowd, of whom there are plenty of good, if not at least viable, options. Between bye weeks and the inevitable injuries, you will need to have a solid starting WR and RB corps first before overspending on a QB.

My second thing is to scour the waiver wire. Your starting lineup may look great so you don’t think you need to go to the bargain bin on waivers or in free agency, but I routinely shop for my 4th and 5th WR on my team outside my 3 WR starters. Now every league is different but mine is QB, 3WR, 2RB, TE, D/ST and 6 bench spots. Use those bench spots to stash players who have potential. You never know when an injury will force that player either into a starting role, or even better, a featured role. Then you have a real asset on your hands. And really, think of your players as assets. Like the stock market, it can be volatile so your goal is to buy low and sell high in trades or acquisitions. If you see someone in the league got hurt who is a starter on a team, go see if the backup is a free agent or on the waiver wire. If the injury is serious they could become a late-season gem, or what I love to do, is grab backup RBs and then demand a king’s ransom to the owner of the person who had the starter who just got hurt and is left high and dry with no legitimate starting RB2. See I told you I am ruthless. In fantasy football, just like Gordon Gecko says, “Greed is good.” It doesn’t matter if you don’t NEED that player, you want to acquire the most talented players or most coveted asset. Then it’s your decision whether you believe the production or potential of that player is worth keeping him or if it behooves you more to flip him and upgrade somewhere else on your roster.

Thanks so much to Trevor for answering these questions for me, and bonus thanks for introducing me to fantasy football.


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After rushing to the altar and moving across the country, Harper Duquaine (or is it MacLaughlin, now?) is in uncharted territory. What once seemed like a promising opportunity to advance her husband’s career while giving her some much needed independence and adventure has proven to be a bust. By the time fall rolls around again, she’s back in a boring job by day and overstocking her inventory of crocheted scarves by night. Not even the prospect of a new football season holds much excitement.

 At least that’s what she thought. Harper suddenly finds herself the manager of not one but two fantasy football teams—each with its own set of drama. Between the added pressure of her new marriage, an unexpected career prospect, and the hiccups created by people from her past and present worlds, Harper quickly finds herself going from bored to overwhelmed.

Can she hold up under the pressure, or will Harper learn the hard way that the turf isn’t always greener on the other field?

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