August 23, 2017

'smyth saves the date' is now available!

"Smyth Saves the Date" is now available in the Love Unlimited collection!

Explore the unlimited nature of love and its many incarnations in the Love Unlimited Anthology, featuring eleven stories that cross generations, cultural backgrounds, and borders. Love Unlimited will warm your heart, tickle your funny bone, and envelop you in the wonderful and complex human emotion the world calls “Love.”

Bryana Beecham - Love Letters to the Universe
Geralyn Corcillo - In Her Space
Laura Chapman - Smyth Saves the Date
Katie Leonard - SuperMom and the Theory of Mind
Kelly Cain - Summer Healing
Anne Hamilton - The Shining Girl
Zainab Muhammad Shahid - Kaneez's Bulbul
Samantha Bryant - Flygirl's Second Chance
Therese Gilardi - Paris in April
Lizbeth Durano - Starting Over
Amy Gettinger - Kiss My Sweet Skull

Find Love Unlimited Online

About "Smyth Saves the Date"
Two years after winning over TV audiences on “The Marrying Type,” Rhett Smyth is headlining his own show, “Smyth Saves the Date.” While clashing with his stern but swoon-worthy producer, George, about the show’s direction—and trying to plan his best friend’s wedding—Smyth will have to choose what he needs more: fame or love.

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August 16, 2017

one week to go until 'smyth saves the date' in 'love unlimited

With only one week to go until "Smyth Saves the Date" is released in the upcoming Love Unlimited Anthology, I thought I'd give you a taste of what's to come. This novelette picks up a couple of years after we last saw everyone in The Marrying Type. And just like that story was a modern reimagining of Jane Austen's Persuasion, this one also gives a contemporary spin to another Austen classic: Emma.

So here's a preview, a first look at where we find Smyth and his crew as this story begins. I hope you enjoy it!

This was his favorite part.

On the count of three, Rhett Smyth jumped out from behind the flowering forsythia to surprise the unsuspecting couple.

The bride, a pretty little thing with big blue eyes, shrieked and gripped the groom’s arm. The groom, or as Smyth called him the tall drink of water on the hottest days of summer, lunged forward to protect his fiancĂ©e from their assailant. Then the camera crew converged around them.

Recognition dawned on the bride’s face, which was Smyth’s cue.

“Matt and Sarah—or should I say the future Mister and Missus—I hear the two of you are gettin’ hitched.”

“That’s right.” The bride straightened her shoulders and brightened her smile. “We’re getting married in a week.”

“I also hear you wanna make it a big to do. Somethin’ your friends and family will talk about for years and years.”

“We are . . .” The groom agreed, glancing around in bewilderment.

“You folks are in luck. I’m Smyth, and I’m here to help you save the date.”

The bride unleashed another shriek. Hopping up and down, hands clapping, she launched into his arms. Barely coherent words streamed out of her lips, faster and faster, as she tried to relay the full vision for their wedding in under a minute.

“This is one of our better episodes,” Smyth mused, as he watched the scene replay on the screen. “Attractive couple. Plenty of drama with the vendors. A secret relationship between the best man and maid of honor—revealed during the rehearsal dinner.”

“You also made the bride’s father cry,” George, his producer, reminded him from the seat directly in front of the computer monitor. Handsome enough to raise even Smyth’s heartrate, George could also deflate his enthusiasm in a hot minute. “And, you came in over budget. Again.”

“The bride wanted the ice sculpture and the chocolate fountain. Luxury costs money.”

Well worth it, too, in his humble opinion. If you weren’t going to make a big fuss about your wedding day, then Smyth didn’t see much point in getting hitched in the first place.

“We can add it to the reel, but you can’t just cut those parts out to make yourself look good.”

“Why not?” Smyth folded his arms across his chest, narrowing his eyes. “It’s a demo reel. It’s supposed to make me—make our whole team—look good.”

“But you have to be honest.”

“I’m always honest.” For the most part. “Yes, that orange dress is heaven,” and “No, that extra flounce doesn’t make your butt look big,” and “Don’t worry, it happens to a lot of guys” hardly counted.

George shook his head, mumbling something about integrity, while he flagged the episode and pulled up another clip for them to review.

Ever the Southern gentleman, Smyth feigned a cough to hide his amusement. Staging the surprise meetings with prospective brides and grooms was his favorite part of making his TV show, Smyth Saves the Date. But this was what he liked second best. Getting George annoyed to the point of mumbling, but not so upset he was ranting. It was almost a game for Smyth, a challenge of sorts. When they’d filmed the pilot almost two years ago, he’d quickly discovered just how delightful it was to get under George’s skin.

The producer was always so uptight, so disciplined. He’d actually come to their first meeting at a coffee shop in a suit and tie. Smyth had spent most of it wanting to reach across the table and tussle his hair or loosen his tie. To this day, getting a reaction out of him was on par with catching the bouquet at a wedding.

Of course it was all in good fun. Smyth appreciated everything George did to make the show a hit. After he’d joined the cast of The Marrying Type halfway through its debut season, Smyth had caught the bug. He’d always been an imaginative and organized wedding planner. Co-starring on his best friend’s TV show had shown him another side of the business, one he enjoyed.

Even though Elliot had left show biz after that, Smyth had eagerly accepted an offer for his own spin-off. On Smyth Saves the Date, he and a small crew descended on a wedding in trouble mere weeks before the I dos to help make it a success. Now here they were, cutting a demo reel in hopes of signing a contract for a third season. It was hard work, but the most fun he’d ever had.

And, he could admit to himself, he couldn’t do it without George there to keep him on task and to make him look fabulous. It wasn’t easy. With his dull dark hair that hung flat without heavy product and a jaw he wished could be called strong, Smyth didn’t give him much to work with. Still, somehow George had him looking engaging, if not cover model handsome, whenever the cameras rolled.

Maybe he’d thank George for that one day. Maybe.

Smyth was about to ask if they could edit the clip so Steven, his assistant/nemesis, didn’t make the cut when his phone rang. He glanced at the display even as the producer shook his head.

“You agreed to no phone calls. Otherwise, we’ll never finish.”

He had, but that was before he knew he’d get a call from Elliot Lynch. “Give me two minutes.”

“Smyth . . .”

Ignoring the menacing tone, he answered. “How’s my favorite retired wedding planner? From what exotic location are you calling me today?”

Her giggle came through the receiver, making him smile. “Actually, we’re in L.A. today.”

“You’re in town? For how long?”

George glanced up curiously and Smyth mouthed her name, which earned a nod of approval. Not even George could find fault with Elliot.

“We’re just stopping through. I hate to be so last-minute, but are you free for lunch?”

“Of course.” George wouldn’t like them taking the unplanned break, but even he wouldn’t be so heartless as to deny him this reunion. They hadn’t seen each other in months. She was in town for one afternoon. Plus, if he promised not to pout, Smyth would invite him along. “Just say when and where and I’ll be there—with my bells on.”

About the Story
Two years after winning over TV audiences on “The Marrying Type,” Rhett Smyth is headlining his own show, “Smyth Saves the Date.” While clashing with his stern but swoon-worthy producer, George, about the show’s direction—and trying to plan his best friend’s wedding—Smyth will have to choose what he needs more: fame or love.

Explore the unlimited nature of love and its many incarnations in the Love Unlimited Anthology, featuring eleven stories that cross generations, cultural backgrounds, and borders. Love Unlimited will warm your heart, tickle your funny bone, and envelop you in the wonderful and complex human emotion the world calls “Love.”

"Smyth Saves the Date" will be available in the Love Unlimited collection beginning August 23. You can find it on Amazon, Apple, Barnes & Noble, Google Play, and Kobo.

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August 14, 2017

wild writing weekend 2017

I was pretty quiet on social media over the weekend. My local RWA chapter booked a hotel and hosted a weekend writing retreat. A weekend committed to word count and some fellowship with writers seemed like exactly what I needed. Following the rules set by our group leader, I turned off my phone for most of Friday night and Saturday. I checked my emails twice, as opposed to my usual twenty times. I logged onto Facebook once to read notifications, and I sent out one tweet.

That's kind of crazy for someone who admittedly spends too much time online. And the break was just what I needed to make a big dent on my WIP.

Hanging out with Captain Jack Sparrow at the Wild Writing Weekend.

After writing more than 9,000 words between Friday night and 5 on Saturday, I rewarded myself by logging back online. I checked the responses to my tweet. One said, “Go back, quickly, before you get sucked into current events. Just turn away and return to happy writing immersion!”

Despite the warning, I checked the news. It broke my heart.  While I was lost in my world of words about love, others were embroiled in a world of hate. This isn't about politics or opinions. It's about humanity. It's about love versus hate.

I often wonder what I’m doing with my good fortune and my privilege. In a world where people are hungry and hurt, scared and persecuted, what am I doing? Is it all frivolous and self-indulgent? Rather than spending a weekend in a hotel writing a book, should I be doing something else?

While attending RWA, I encountered countless other authors who have the same thoughts. Sometimes they're enough to make you stop writing for some time. But these writers gave me insight I needed. My writing may not change the whole world, but maybe one it will brighten one person’s day. That's not mass change and good-will, but it matters to that person.

So Sunday morning, I woke for my final writing sessions and decided to keep going. Maybe my love stories won't change the world, but they give me a purpose. They make me focus on the love and good in the world instead of always on the anger and hate. It's probably still self-indulgent. But I hope that in writing these stories, I'm making love not hate. And maybe that does count for something.

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August 9, 2017

pre-season interview with the queen of the league, harper duquaine

We caught up with Harper Duquaine, the heroine of the Queen of the League series, shortly after she volunteered to join her co-workers' fantasy football series. Having just participated in her first draft, she was understandably flustered and distracted. We appreciate her taking a few moments from her busy line-up setting to answer some questions for us.

Source: Ana Blazic Pavlovic/Shutterstock

Change the Word: Harper, thank you for being here.
Harper Duquaine: Yeah, sure. No problem.

CTW: Let's get right into it. What exactly were you thinking when you decided to join this fantasy football league?
HD: I probably wasn't thinking as well as I should have. But I was kind of in a daze. I'd just left a one-on-one with my new boss at the car dealership. It was like being called to the principal's office for a chewing out. And I've never been called to the principal's office. I wasn't that kind of student. Anderson told me I was intimidating my co-workers, which is ridiculous. If they can't handle doing their jobs, they shouldn't take it out on me. But since it's my problem right now, I had to do something to make nice with them. They needed an extra person for their league and the girl at the front desk wasn't buying what they were selling. Which isn't very good, now that I think about it. They're car salesmen. If they can't sell someone they know on joining their football league, how are they supposed to get total strangers to buy a luxury vehicle? I hope we hit our sales quota.

CTW: So you joined the league?
HD: It seemed like the best--and fastest--way to make them see me as a buddy. Again, the whole thing is ridiculous. I'm just trying to do my job.

CTW: How do you feel about your chances to win the fantasy football championship?
HD: They aren't great. For one, these guys are serious. They've been playing for years, and I have no doubt they'll show me no mercy. Two: I have no idea what I'm doing. Most of the players I drafted might as well be named Kicky McKickerson. For all I know, they can't catch or throw footballs. Oh, God. I hope they can catch and throw footballs.

CTW: Who do you think will be your biggest competition?
HD: Frankly, they're all probably going to wipe the floors with me. But right now, it seems like my co-worker J.J. Sanchez wants it the most. And then there's their friend, Brook MacLaughlin. He has more titles than anyone else in the league. And he's a football coach. Actually, that doesn't seem very fair. The guy is a professional football person. I'm barely an amateur.

CTW: Has he done anything to concern you so far?
HD: Besides stealing the quarterback I wanted? I guess not. He's been... friendly. He even offered me some kind of funny advice. And... I don't know. There's something kind of appealing about him.

CTW: Do I detect a crush?
HD: Of course not! I've sworn off dating. I'm still getting over a nasty break-up. That's why I moved to Lincoln, actually. To turn a leaf. To get away from the drama. I really don't want anymore drama.

CTW: Right, well, any final thoughts or takeaways you'd like to share with us?
HD: Just... I don't know, pray for me? Send positive vibes my way. I really have no idea what I'm doing and while I don't care about winning the championship, I also don't want to look like a complete idiot in front of co-workers. That would kind of defeat the purpose of trying to get them to respect me.

I'll be talking more about my inspiration for the Queen of the League series (particularly the characters, settings, and some borrowed-from-real-life scenes) tomorrow on Facebook Live at 8 p.m. Eastern.

The Queen of the League series is now out in a digital three-box set on  Amazon, AppleBarnes & Noble and Kobo. Visit my website for more information on First & Goal, Going for Two, and Three & Out.

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August 7, 2017

my musical time capsule

The new series I'm writing has been on my mind for about five years. It's changed and evolved and changed again while it simmered on the back burner that is my brain. As I've mentioned in previous posts, creating a playlist on Spotify for each of my stories is a big part of my development process. Like the characters and plot, it develops over time as I made additions and subtractions, culling it till it's nearly perfect in my mind.

(Okay, until it's good enough. I'm not going to pretend I'm a perfectionist with every detail even though I really wish I was. That's what happens when you're a Type A-minus. Concessions are made.)

With 80 songs on it, my playlist for this series has grown at a slow, steady pace since its inception. Like the series, it was always on the back of my mind, but I never gave it much serious thought while other books and playlists were front and center.

This spring, with Playing House launched and a first draft of Smyth Saves the Date done, I was a free agent for the first time in a while and could work on whatever I wanted. I was also completely independent at this point, which gave me the freedom to try something different. That's where this new series enters the picture. After attending a retreat with the Romance Authors of the Heartland, I learned more about creating a series bible, and I wanted to give it a shop. Excited to develop character sketches and possible plot lines, I opened the playlist to listen for the first time.

It stunned me. It wasn't just the sheer number of songs--though, yikes! It was the songs themselves. Some were longstanding favorites from some of my go-to artists story after story. (I'm looking at you Beyonce, Elton John, Ben Folds, and Jon McLaughlin.)

But there are also the songs I once loved or obsessed over, but haven't heard in years. Maybe not since I put them on the list. Hearing these again after so much time, it was like opening up a time capsule. It transformed me back in time, evoking feelings and memories.

"Carry On" by Fun. reminded me of how seriously I once considered quitting my job and moving to Los Angeles to study improv and screenwriting while seeking my fortune.

"My Own Sinking Ship" by Good Old War reminded me of my habit of taking long, rambling walks through my neighborhoods on Saturday mornings several years ago. It also made me realize that's a habit I should probably bring back.

"Bittersweet Symphony" by The Verve reminded me of Cruel Intentions. And how once upon a time in youthful determination to be, I don't know, deep, I once thought it would make a unique and beautiful "Wedding March" substitute if I ever married.

"Big Jet Plane" by Angus & Julia Stone reminded me of a good friend, who I promptly texted to catch up.

"Wagon Wheel" by Old Crow Medicine Show reminded me of the bar I was sitting in when this song came on the jukebox and the series popped into my head.

And so on. Probably the biggest reaction happened when I had the playlist going one day on my way to the office. I was nearly there when "Yellow" by Coldplay came on. Like most of my contemporaries who went to high school and college in the 2000s, Coldplay was a constant of sorts. This particular song was the first I remember knowing, and the song I most associate with my high school/college boyfriend. It wasn't our song. We never really had one. But it's a song that came to mind when I realized I loved him. As such, I haven't listened to it much since high school--just when it pops on the radio once every few years.

The opening guitar strums played through the car's speakers and I felt the familiar tug in my chest. Not painful, but that warm, beautiful squeeze that seems to hold onto your heart when you love someone. Before Chris Martin sang a word, I remembered how fiercely I'd once loved that boy I dated many, many years ago.

Oh, God. Was I still in love with him? Had it been a mistake to break up nearly a decade before? What should I do? I obviously couldn't call him. He's married. I'm not a homewrecker. But was this why I'm still single? Had I let my one shot at love slip away?

The warmness in my chest turned into a tightness. My heart pounded, my breaths grew shallow, and I became more and more convinced that I'd made a horrible mistake long ago and that I'd regret it for the rest of my life.

Then the song ended and another one came on. Almost as quickly, the spell broke. The panic evaporated, and I remembered why we'd broken up and that while we'd once had a wonderful, sweet relationship--one I'll always treasure--it had run its course. I most definitely had no interest in rekindling anything and have no regrets about it coming to an end. That moment of clarity came at the perfect time. I'd arrived at work, which is hardly a place to have an existential crisis and meltdown.

I could laugh at the whole experience moments later, but what a trip.

Working my way through each song over the week gave me a series of thrills and memories I hadn't anticipated. And it gave me something I'm not sure I can explain. It's kind of that feeling you have when you watch an old family video and see how young you all used to be or those grandparents you miss. There's a little sadness to it, but mostly there's this happiness and gratitude you ever lived those moments.

This playlist gave me an unexpected gift I wouldn't trade. Even the phantom love pangs. And it was an experience I'm lucky to have had.

Does music do this to any of you? Do you get any other sensory reminders that bring back memories so vividly, it's like you're there again? Have you ever thought you might still be in love with an ex only to come to your senses? Please share your stories in the comments if you have them.

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August 3, 2017

have confidence

Confidence isn't easy.

Okay. That's not entirely true. I recently re-watched the Sex and the City series, and for the most part, Samantha Jones is a fierce woman who oozes confidence. She's a fictional character, but I'm sure there are plenty of real life people in this world strutting through life, wearing confidence like it's their favorite pair of shoes.

Let me rephrase: confidence isn't easy for me. It doesn't come naturally, and I struggle to even fake it. Sometimes I can pretend its someone else's fault I'm doubting myself or my work. Someone at the office makes a jab about my photography. A reader uses the phrase "kind of boring" in an Amazon review. A stranger asks if I'm expecting, when really, I lack self control when it comes to saying no to french fries and yes to a regular workout routine.

After getting over the initial anger or irritation, I can sometimes shake it off. I can explain it away.
That's subjective.
It won't be everyone's cup of tea.
But it doesn't usually end there. Not for me. Instead, it becomes a vicious circle of anger to stewing to sadness to self doubt then back around again and again. It can go on for hours or days. In fact, I'm stewing right now about something minuscule someone said more than twelve hours ago as I pen this in the middle of the night. I even have a chip on my shoulder about some shit that went down in elementary school.

(Quick pause for an acknowledgment: I suck too. I am guilty of saying or doing things that probably hurt or offend others. I hate that I can't even pretend I've never done this. And while I'm sorry, that doesn't take away the needless worry based on my thoughtless or insensitive remarks. Despite my best efforts, I'm no angel.)

For me, it's hard to share a slight. It doesn't matter if the person is a stranger or in my closest circle. I always feel like crap after and go down a shame spiral. And that's after I try to not take it personally. This quote from Eleanor Roosevelt almost always comes to mind:

Though I know better, my lack of confidence and I give people the permission to make me feel inferior. And it's lame.

So what do I do?

What do you do?

I find Googling "how to deal with micromanagers" or "personal affirmations" (depending on the external stimuli du jour) offers some relief. Venting to my friends and cracking jokes helps too. But those are coping mechanisms. Not long-term solutions.

How often do people say you have to develop a thick skin in business? It's pretty much constant. And it makes some sense. Whether you're an author or an accountant, you will receive criticism. Still, is it really possible to ignore it? As a creative-type who needs to tap into her emotions, it's hard for me to close off any part. It's a constant struggle not to take it personally.

I wish I had answers or some great break-through revelation I could share. I wish I could give you five steps to build your confidence or cope with criticism. But I don't.

All I can say is this: Try to take the high road whenever you can. If you must respond, don't retaliate with words that will send someone else down their own lack-of-confidence shame spiral. Being a dick won't help. And remember, if you feel nitpicked or like you suck, you're not alone. Somewhere right now, someone else is feeling low too. That's not to negate your feelings--they are valid and legitimate--but to remind you that you have good company. And you'll get passed this sucky time. (Unfortunately, chances are better than good you'll end up feeling this way again. Don't let that get you down though. We're fighters.)

Taking the high road isn't easy, but neither is faking confidence. And that, my friends, bring us full-circle on this rambling post of mine.

Now to let Demi Lovato play us out...

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August 2, 2017

postcards from orlando

Last week I spent an action-packed week in Orlando attending the Romance Writers of America's annual conference. RWA provides days of workshops, networking opportunities, agent/editor meetings, and more, all while offering a supportive and creative space for romance authors and readers. This was my first time attending and my head is still spinning as I process everything I learned.

I'd be writing for days if I covered it all, but here are some postcard snapshots of my time at #RWA17.

Never one to pass up a party--or a chance to get some work done--I used my flight from Omaha to Nebraska to work on my book and some blog posts while sipping on a mimosa. There's no better way to work.

The conference was held at the Dolphin Hotel and Convention Center at Disney World in Orlando. While I didn't hit up the parks, I did see a lot of mouse ears.

Our room offered us a truly majestic view. Yeah, not so much. My sister tried to dress it up by saying it was very The Little Mermaid-esque, but my roommates and I called it something else that isn't entirely PG. ;)

I attended a couple of workshops on Wednesday afternoon--one on marketing and one on planning and releasing series. There were a lot of great takeaways from both, and I'll hopefully be putting those into action in the coming months (or years if I go really slowly, which is possible, sigh).

That night, I was thrilled to meet--in person--some of the writing friends I have made online over the years. This is the Chick Lit Chat, crew. From left, that's Rich Amooi, Jax Abbey, Silvi Martin, Becky Monson, Kathryn R. Biel, Melissa Baldwin, Kayla from Book Lover in Florida, moi, and Jennie Marts. After talking to these ladies--and our gentleman--for years, it was fantastic to have dinner with them. The friendships and their support have always felt real, but there's just something about finally getting to meet.

The next couple of days were full of workshops and networking opportunities. So. Much. Good. Information. I also held a couple of meetings with other authors and industry people. The networking alone made this whole conference a win. Everywhere I went, I felt like people got me. And after a couple of drinks during happy hour each evening, I turned into a regular social butterfly. 

I need to give a special shout-out to the women behind Twitter's #RWChat and HBIC Nation. They all made me feel so welcome, and I can't wait to connect with them more online in the months to come.

One of the thrills from this conference was getting to celebrate other authors' success. That included getting to see my local chapter-mate and friend Victoria Alexander's face on boards and screens throughout the four days. She was honored with a Service Award, and I couldn't be more proud of her and everything she does to support other authors and the organization.

Thursday night, I attended the RITA Awards with my date/conference roomie/local accountability buddy. If you aren't familiar, these are basically the Oscars for romance authors. And just like when I watched the Academy Awards, I got a little choked up. It was hard not to with little vignettes celebrating friendships playing throughout the evening and watching so many talented writers receive much-deserved accolades.

And holy smokes, if you ever have a chance to hear Beverly Jenkins speak do it. Don't walk, run to wherever she's talking. She's done so much for the industry and was one of the most genuinely compelling and inspiring people I've ever heard speak. I feel lucky to have stood in the same room as her.

(I also saw her into a hall during the conference, and like a proper awkward fangirl, I promptly walked in the opposite direction mouthing "OMG." I might have worked up the courage to say, "You're amazing," but she was in another conversation, and I didn't trust myself to keep cool while waiting my turn.)

On Friday, I attended an author signing where I had a chance to meet more authors including the funny and sweet Lauren Layne. While I'm a fan of her books--and her weekly newsletter, The Clutch--I had to snap this photo for our mutual friend, Liberty Kontranowski, who unfortunately wasn't able to attend this year.

Also, you can't talk about RWA without mentioning the books. I had to practice serious restraint in picking up freebies to take home. While shipping options are available, I was determined to keep my suitcase under the required weight limit with my books and swag. And, friends, I did it. With a few pounds to spare.

I'm looking forward to discovering new stories from favorite and new-to-me authors. And maybe, just maybe, I'll be passing along some of these stories to some of you readers in the near future...

Friday night was the first time I set foot outside of the hotel room since arriving. We went for a brief walk along the nearby Disney Boardwalk to seek out dinner only to learn our destination was on a super long wait. We ended up walking back to the hotel for pasta, but it wasn't a bad view while it lasted!

On Saturday, I was one of 400 authors who participated in the Readers for Life Literacy Autographing. This annual book signing raises funds to support literacy, and I was honored to be included. I also met a couple of readers while I was there--as well as made friends with new ones. What a wonderful event.

Another highlight from my trip to Orlando didn't include books, but was equally wonderful. I had a chance to hang out with one of my best friends from college, who lives in the area. I hadn't seen her in years and it was my first time seeing her home and meeting her little girl. I spent an evening at her house and then we met for lunch at Disney Springs. This woman has always been one of my greatest supporters since Day 1. I hope we don't wait so long to see each other again.

It probably goes without saying, but I missed my little fur babies quite a bit while I was away. Fortunately I had my sister and mom looking out for Jane and Bingley. They were also good about sending me regular "proof of life" photos to help mitigate any FOMO I had about what was happening on the home front. Can you believe the cuteness in this photo my sister took of Bingley? I swear, that baby angel is the love of my life.

And as we've reached the portion of the blog post where I'm referring to my cats as baby angels, it's probably time for me to get some more rest.

To everyone else who attended RWA, I hope your experiences were just as rich and wonderful. If you weren't able to make it this year, I hope you will in the future. It was a truly rewarding and inspiring experience.

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August 1, 2017

queen of the league box set available + excerpt

It's that time of year: football season is upon us. College ball starts Labor Day weekend and the NFL returns to regular season the following week. (Bonus, that means fall is just around the corner, which means pumpkins, apples, boots, and scarves, and that makes this girl who hates humidity happy.) But football is almost here.

For the past few years, that's meant researching and drafting a fantasy football team. Joining my then-office's fantasy football league five years ago was kind of life-changing. For one, it made me a little obsessed with players and their stats. It made watching non-Packers games more interesting. And it inspired the Queen of the League series. Once I had the idea, it gave fantasy football even more meaning. For the next three years, I juggled two leagues while I wrote First & Goal, Going for Two, and Three & Out. I stuck with one another year as I prepared to release the final story in the trilogy during the season.

But this summer, when the email came from my former co-worker and long-time commissioner asking if I wanted to do the league again... I retired. Honestly, it's something I've been thinking about doing for a while. It's hard to pay curate a stellar team while writing and marketing books and working a full-time job. Never mind being a cat mother and having a social life.

It's hard to have it all.

Truth is, my heart wasn't in the game the past couple years. Maybe it was coming so close to winning--and losing--it in year two and never coming close again. I'm a sore enough loser it's possible. Maybe it really was being my feeling too busy. (But we're all busy, so boo to that.) But I knew it was time to move on. Kind of like I've moved on to another series in my writing.

Still, fantasy football will always have a special place in my heart. Especially because it brought me Harper, Brook, J.J., and the rest of the Mega Ballerz and friends.

For those who haven't read it, here's a little taste of First & Goal and the Queen of the League box set. For those who have, let's call it a trip down memory lane (or something).

What do we have here? I pause in the doorway to admire the tall, broad-shouldered man standing at the kitchen sink. My gaze travels down the back of his blue polo shirt, which is tucked into a pair of khakis. I gulp and close my mouth to keep my tongue from rolling out. This could be my self-imposed dry spell talking, but I never realized a man’s back could be so appealing in a polo. And the khakis . . .   
He leans forward, and I can’t help watching the way the material stretches across his butt. 
“Harper, you made it.” My back, and the one I’m ogling, stiffen in response to Wade’s greeting. Oblivious to the tension in the room, he steps around me to reach into the fridge. The man at the sink turns slowly. Refusing to make eye contact, I stare at his hands, which are blotting a dark red smudge off his shirt. I wonder if my cheeks are the same shade. They feel like it. 
Raising a beer to his lips, Wade nods at the other person in the room. “Brook, have you met our newest league member?” He nudges me in the ribs, hard enough I almost drop the tray. Steadying myself, I set the beer and treats on the counter and face the source of my shame. 
Wiping my sweaty palms on the sides of my jeans, I pull my shoulders back, straighten my spine, and step forward. “I’m Harper Duquaine,” I say with as much confidence as I can muster. “Thanks for having me. Over for the draft,” I hurriedly add because I can’t seem to keep myself quiet. “And in the league, in general.” 
Slinging the towel over his shoulder, he takes my offered hand. “Brook MacLaughlin.”  
I gain the courage to meet his gaze. Light blue eyes pop from his suntanned face. A loose lock of gold-streaked hair falls across his forehead, and a light smattering of day-old whiskers covers his chiseled chin. I’m not sure if I gasp, but I’ve definitely lost my breath. He may not have J.J.’s striking GQ handsomeness, but the effect is similar. Like someone’s punched me in the gut. 
He opens his mouth to speak but lets out a short breath, almost like a laugh. His lips pull into a tight, brief grin instead. Like me, he’s seemingly at a loss for words. Only, based on the flush darkening his high cheekbones, I’d guess he’s embarrassed for me.  
The reminder of my bad manners moments earlier forces me to release his hand and step back. “Sorry to interrupt you. The other guy—your roommate—told me to bring the food here. To the kitchen.” 
“Oh, no problem.” The side of his mouth curves up shyly. “I was trying to save my shirt.” He gestures at the dark smudge bleeding into the fabric. “It’s probably a lost cause, but I figured . . .”
“What did the little monsters get on you today?” J.J. asks, stepping into the kitchen to grab a beer. Seeing me, he winks, sending another jolt to my belly. At this rate, I might spontaneously combust here in the kitchen. “Jelly or juice?” 
“Strawberry jam.” For my benefit Brook adds, “My nieces brought me lunch today. They tend to get a little enthusiastic about peanut butter and jelly. My clothes sometimes get in the way.” 
“How old are they? Your nieces? 
“Marley is four and Ellery is two.” His eyes crinkle around the edges. “They’re a handful, but they’re worth the extra laundry.” 
“I bet.” I take a shaky breath to calm my still fluttering stomach. “My nephew is three. He usually leaves a path of destruction behind him. I figured I was safe taking him to Burger King last week . . .” 
He winces in sympathy. “It’s amazing what kids can do with french fries and ketchup.” 
“Tell me about it. I was in shock.” Which is an understatement. I’d nearly cried when he’d created his own version of Starry Night on one of the tables. “I tried to clean up, but the fifteen-year-old running the register told me it’d be better if we left.” 
“You know . . .” Brook strokes his chin, tapping his lips three times with his index finger. “We probably shouldn’t ever put the three of them in a room together. They’d probably launch World War III.” 
“Or at least cause an incident with international repercussions.” 
“Can you imagine the headlines?” 
“The press would have a field day.” 
Apparently done with kid talk, J.J. clears his throat. “Did you say you brought food? Someone specifically mentioned treats.” 
I blink, thrown off by the abrupt change in subject. “Yes, I—” 
“Nice,” he interrupts, peeling back the plastic wrap on the platter, snagging two bars. “I love these things. My mom used to make them for me.” Eyeing the beer, he grabs one and tucks it under his arm with the other bottle. “This is one of my favorite brews. Nicely done, Harper.” 
“Uh . . . thank you.” 
“We shoul’ ge’ in der,” J.J. mumbles, his mouth full of cereal and marshmallow. “Draft’s ’bou’ to star’.”  
He walks off, followed soon by Wade, who also takes a bar. Left alone, I fill the silence by offering Brook a beer. He shakes his head. “I have to grade some papers and go over film tonight. I’m a teacher. And coach,” he adds quickly. “A football coach. I try not to drink when I have to work.” 
“Makes sense to me. I had an English teacher in high school who I’m pretty sure graded our papers while drinking a bottle of wine. You could always tell whose paper she’d done last because the writing was illegible and the student almost always got an A.”
He chuckles. “Maybe I should try her method sometime. Essays about Colonial America can be a bit dry.” 
“You’re a history teacher?” 
He nods. “I have two sessions this semester—we do block scheduling—and this year’s freshman class is a doozy.” 
“Oh yeah?” 
“I’ve already had to call four parents about excessive cell phone use.” He shakes his head and reaches a hand up to massage the back of his neck. “And I’m pretty sure some of the students started a meme of my ass with a photo someone snapped of me bent over to pick up papers.” 
My eyes widen. Is he making a jab at me? “Have you figured out who did it?” 
“No, and to be honest, I’d rather they poke fun at me than any of their classmates.” He drops his hand again. “I’m a grown-up. I can handle the teasing.” 
My belly flips. I blindly fumble for the pan of Rice Krispies treats and thrust them under his nose. “Want one?” 
“I . . . sure.” He takes a bar and bites into it. “Thank you.” 
“We should probably get in there.” 
He blinks but doesn’t say anything. He chews thoughtfully and nods. “Go ahead. I’ll be in shortly.” He points to his shirt. “I should take care of this and change into something more appropriate.” 
I set the pan down and grab one of my beers. I keep my gait smooth on my way out the door. Part of me wishes I had the moves to try swaying my hips, but I’d better not. I have zero game and would only make a mess of it. 
Besides, I shouldn’t be flirting with anyone here. They’re the competition. I also have a team to draft and talent to scout. There’s no time for hunky distractions.

Check out the rest of First & Goal, book one in the Queen of the League series, for only 99 cents on ebook. Or, as of today, you can download the whole series in one collection for $4.99.

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July 27, 2017

romances that stick

If you're reading this, I'm in Orlando at the Romance Writers of America National Conference. And at this moment, I'm probably schmoozing with my favorite authors who have decided we should now be best friends. Kidding. I'm probably breathing into a brown paper bag after seeing one of my idols across the room.

And I probably miss my cats. A lot.

But if I'm not breathing into a bag or having mimosas with my new BFFs, I'm probably attending a workshop and thinking about new love stories to tell. However it shakes out, I have romance on my mind. In the spirit of that, I wanted to share and celebrate some of the latest romance stories that have stuck with me after reading.

The Girl with the Make-Believe Husband by Julia Quinn
This is also one of my latest reads. As a devoted fan of "While You Were Sleeping," I was in love with this story before I'd even finished reading the blurb. The chemistry between Cecilia and Edward was palpable and delightful. It played up its tropes well: friends to lovers, big brother's best friend, a "marriage" of convenience. And Edward... I think I know what his red coat is made out of--book husband material. He's one of my favorite heroes in a long time.

To Have and to Hold by Lauren Layne
Cute, sexy, and funny. What more could you want in a romance novel? I'm obviously a fan of wedding planner stories (and ones where the planner falls for the client's big brother and vice versa) and this one didn't disappoint. This was my first book by Lauren Layne and it won't be my last.

New Attitude by Kathryn R Biel
A clever and laugh-out-loud continuation for a fabulous chick lit series. With a relatable character you instantly wanted to cheer for, an ex you wanted to punch, and a series of dates ranging from bad to ridiculous and ultimately smile-worthy, this book is filled with great characters. Fast-paced, fun, and full of heart. I was fortunate to beta-read this story, and I'm thrilled others now have a chance to discover this story for themselves.

Wicked Intentions by Elizabeth Hoyt
Intriguing characters with likewise engaging conflicts to overcome, this was a sexy read that set up a new series well. While our hero isn't always likable, he's compelling, and I slowly but surely softened my attitude toward him just like the heroine. I found the Jack-the-Ripper-esque mystery component an unexpected--but welcome--pairing for the other conflict of saving a home for children in need. With a cast of supporting characters I'd like to know better, I look forward to carrying on through the series to discover how each character will find his or her own happy ever after.

And, strictly speaking, these next two stories aren't romance stories, but they're craft books that have changed my game: Romancing the Beat: Story Structure for Romances Novels by Gwen Hayes and Write Naked: A Bestseller's Secrets to Writing Romance & Navigating the Path to Success by Jennifer Probst. Both of these books have made such a big, positive difference for me, I have to include them. And I can't thank either of them enough for writing such great books.

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July 25, 2017

orlando bound

I'm headed to Orlando. Today. For my first Romance Writers of America National Conference. Since I read about RWA and the RITAs in my favorite authors' bios in my favorite books, I knew that someday, when I grew up, I wanted to join.

So I did. Last July.

A week ago, I mentioned setting professional goals for myself upon turning thirty. Top of the list: network to build more relationships in the industry and my support system. First step: I joined RWA. If you're unfamiliar with RWA, it's the top professional organization for romance writers. I also joined the local chapter, Romance Authors of the Heartland.

The memberships in both have been a game changer for me. I read the Romance Writers Review, the organization's magazine, every month. I've participated in a couple of the courses and seminars. I lurk on the Professional Authors Network board. Locally, I attend every meeting I can, participate in monthly writing challenges, and--like with book signings--say yes more than my sweatpants and Netflix would like.

That brings me to my third goal: developing my craft. The groups are helping me grow as a writer and an author. I actually mean those as two separate words in this instance, though I often use them interchangeably. I mean that it's helping me develop my craft (the writer) and my person (the author). The more I learn, the more I realize I don't know and the more I want to learn. And with this week full of informative sessions, workshops, and networking ahead of me, I'm almost overwhelmed by how much I'll learn this week (and how much more I'll want to know).

In some ways, I feel like I'm brand new even after all these years.

On top of the workshops, this will be a huge networking opportunity. For the first time, I'll have a chance to meet friends I've known via emails and social media for years. I have a couple of professional meetings scheduled. I'm going to the RITA awards. I may actually see, in real life, women I've fan-girled over for years and years. It's going to be, like, a million degrees with ten-thousand percent humidity and I hope I've packed the right kind of clothing so I fit in and don't feel comfortable. (I've actually made charts and sketches to figure this part out, because I'm nuts.) Just like I used to worry about my look on the first day of school.

It's enough to make me a little nervous. And when I get nervous, I can get a little nutty. And obsessive.

So for the next few days, my primary goal will be to stay in the moment and enjoy it. To stay focused on my goals. To make it happen. To figure out what "it" means. To keep my shit together.

And through this, I need to remember how affirming it has been being part of RWA and RAH this year. So often being a writer is a lonely endeavor. And with these groups, I have friends who are on similar adventures to mine. They're in similar places in their writing careers. They experience a lot of the mania, fear, and need for approval that I do. I can't express how nice it is to have people who get where you are and what you're doing. To remind you that you're not alone.

Knowing I'll spend the next few days meeting and learning from people who get me will refill my cup, so to speak.

If you're headed to RWA too, give me a shout. Hope your experiences are everything you hope they'll be.

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July 20, 2017

see you in orlando?

I don't remember my first book. I'm not talking about as a writer. You never forget that experience. But I don't remember my first story as a reader and collector. Knowing my family, my first book probably came as a gift a baby shower or sometime during my mom's pregnancy. I also don't remember the first story I was read. Again, I can pretty much guarantee it happened within my first days. I was lucky to have big brothers, parents, grandparents, and aunts and uncles who were surely eager to tell me a story.

This all sounds very Forrest Gumpian. I know.

I've been fortunate to be a lifelong reader and book collector. Books have been one of the greatest influences in my life. They've defined me. I'm so lucky. Because I recognize not everyone has easy access to books or people to read them. That's why I'm proud to participate in the Romance Writers of America's "Readers for Life" Literacy Signing on Saturday, July 29, from 3-5 p.m. at Walt Disney World® Dolphin Resort, Pacific Hall. I'll be there along with 400 other authors to support ProLiteracy and the Florida Literacy Coalition.

Truly, I recognize and appreciate my privilege of being surrounded by books and words. That's why I have to do a little something to give back. Everyone deserves the joy of picking out a story at a book fair or from a store. Everyone deserves a chance to escape into a world of wizards, prairies, babysitting, or whatever might catch their fancy.

Everyone deserves a chance to find their voice to tell their story. Every person has a story to tell. True, fiction, or some kind of mixture. The best way to have that chance to tell it is to discover other stories and have the resources to do it.

I'm proud of RWA for passing on the love of literacy to others. And I'm honored to be part of this event.

If you find yourself in and around Orlando on July 29, I hope you'll stop by, say hello, and help support these wonderful organizations. Click here for more information on the event.

I'll have copies of Playing House and The Marrying Type available for purchase and signing. Remember, proceeds will go to support ProLiteracy and the Florida Literacy Coalition.

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July 18, 2017

meeting readers

About a year ago, I made a few goals. I'd just turned thirty. I was feeling pretty introspective, retrospective, and whatever other -spectives are out there. Going into my thirties, I had a lot on my mind about who I am and what I want to make of this life.

That included my writing career. I thought about what I want from and to do with it. Then, I thought about what I needed to do to make it happen. It came down to three main goals:
  1. Network and build more relationships in the industry to broaden my support system.
  2. Develop my craft and storytelling skills.
  3. Interact with readers better; grow readership.
I'll come back to the first two points in other posts, but today let's cover one part of the third goal: reader interaction.

Like plenty of other authors, I lean toward introvert. I have fun spending time with friends. I love exploring and traveling. I like grabbing a drink at a bar and trying new restaurants. Of course, my default mode in these occasions includes people watching (and studying) rather than being a social butterfly. But after doing that, I need to log some serious downtime by myself at home with my cats and Roku.

(Perhaps worth nothing, this seems to be in stark contrast to my early childhood persona when I spent my afternoons at my neighborhood friends' house drinking tea with their moms during nap time. Or maybe that means I've always been more of a one-on-one kind of girl who is a bit of an old soul.)

To make myself step out of my comfort zone, and my house, I decided to do more author signings. They're a great way to have literal face-to-face connections with readers and to meet new people. Since publishing my debut novel, more than three years ago, I've only done one signing. It was just my book and me at the local independent book store. It was nerve-wracking and wonderful, but I held onto the first part and didn't do it again.

That was silly.

So I've made a point to say "yes" when I have an opportunity to participate in a signing. It's not like I've ever had people knocking down more door asking me to do them, but I've paid more attention to listings for upcoming multi-author events. And when I see them, I get in touch.

My first one back on the market was last November. The Ready to Read Romance signing in November was my first after re-releasing my books independently following my publisher's closing.

Here's my set-up:

I really didn't know what to expect, but I set with buttons, bookmarks, and a poster I designed and had printed. I signed up for Square so I could accept credit cards and took along copies of all of my books and novellas.

The day ended up being a lot of fun. I signed copies of my books, met new readers, and had some lovely conversations. I even found the world's cutest couple, who I want to write about (but don't have permission to do so publicly), but let's just say they gave me serious relationship goals.

In April, I participated in a smaller multi-author signing, the Winey Romantics. Held at a local vineyard, I had an author friend along as my "assistant" and a delicious bottle of chilled sangria-style wine to sip on all day. I'd also stepped up my display a bit.

And just Saturday I spent a couple hours at the Nebraska Book Festival signing at the Jane Pope Geske Heritage Room of Nebraska Authors table. It was hot and humid, but I tried out a new lipstick color and talked with other local authors and poets.

At each signing, I learn a little something I can carry forward to the next. Probably my biggest takeaway is to have fun with presentation. Back in November, I was lucky to have a scarf in my bag that perked up the table. In April, I introduced little figurines for signs and thematic ribbons to wrap books up in for taking books home.

I'm not saying it means more sales, but it does perk up the table. And, hey, how cute do these Queen of the League books look with this football field ribbon?

I have another signing coming up in two weeks. This will be my first out of state and the largest. I'll be at the Romance Writers of America's "Readers for Life" Autograph Signing on Saturday, July 29, from 3-5 p.m. at the Walt Disney World® Dolphin Resort, Pacific Hall. It's a thrill to be signing alongside so many other authors and even better to know proceeds will go to good causes.

I'm still figuring out how best to do signings, but each time, it feels a bit easier.

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June 7, 2017

the monster at the end of the book

It's been a while, but please join me in the trust circle as I reveal one of my deepest, darkest secrets...

I don't remember how it happened the first time. Actually, I don't even remember the first time I did it. But once upon a time, I picked up a new-to-me book and found myself flipping to the final pages for a little skim.

It always starts as a skim.

I just want to make sure everyone lives till the end. I hate when my favorites don't make it till the end.

Of course, I mostly read romance--and romantic comedies at that--so it's kind of rare for me to encounter a major bloodbath in a book. Still, even romances can have bad endings.

I'm just checking to make sure this ends well. I need to make sure there's a happily ever after--and that its a good one. 

When you have a to-be read pile that grows faster than you can keep up with--and you're a re-reader to boot--there's an added pressure to make sure you're in it to win it before you read a story. At least, that's one of the many other excuses I tell myself as I check the last couple of pages.

Still, the last couple pages alone don't do much. A few key words or phrases will pique my interest, and I'll find myself desperately needing the context. So I flip back a few more pages. Maybe just to the last chapter. By now, I'm not even skimming, I'm full-fledged reading. And I'm full of questions, so I find myself flipping through other pages. Again, it starts as a skim, but I end up reading full passages, even chapters, before I've really even started the story.

And, yes, while we're at it, I am one of those people who looks up spoilers for TV shows. I do remember the first time I did that. It was the last season of Gilmore Girls, and I felt like I had no ability to enjoy the show as long as I didn't know everything was going to work out (the way I wanted) in the end. Then came The Bachelor spoilers and Bones and Parks and Recreation and so on.

It's disgusting. I know. It's depraved. I get it. I've been told as much by teachers, friends, and fellow readers. "How can you spoil the ending of your story?" "As an author, how could you do that to another writer--ruin their story by reading the ending first?" "Why are you this way?" "What's wrong with you?"


The short answer: I don't know.

I really do hope I'm not destroying any other authors' lives out their by admitting that unless I'm listening to an audiobook, chances are better than not that I've at least read the final ten pages of their books before I've finished the first chapter. And I wish I knew why I did it. Because even with the explanations I've given, I can only think of a few cases where reading the ending put me off of picking up the whole book in general.

Maybe it's just a character quirk. Kind of like someone who always blows a kiss at yellow lights as they speed through before it turns red. (That's another one of my quirks, actually. One I stole from a friend.)

I'm guessing it's something more telling. That it says something about who I am as a person.

I'm not really one for surprises. Or rather, I enjoy a surprise if I don't know there's one coming. Like, a year ago, when my good friends teamed up with my sister to surprise me with a trip to Disneyland. That was a fun surprise. One I loved. But I've never really liked knowing that something was coming (even a good surprise, like a Christmas present) and not being included on the details. That's not even hating surprises. That's more like a serious case of FOMO. Maybe I'm just super controlling.

I also like to know where I'm going. When I get into my car--or arrive at the airport--I like to know my exact destination, when I need to be there, and what other obstacles might arise along the way. If something comes up, I can--and will--adjust, but I still have to know where I'm headed. I have to have that goal to look toward.

Perhaps it's some combination. Like, with all the uncertainty we face in the world, I like to control--and know--what I can. Even if it takes away some of the fun. Whatever it is, that's one of my deepest, darkest secrets. I wish I could say that now that this is out in the open, I'll change my ways. But who am I kidding?

Are any of you end-of-the-book-reading monsters like me? Why do you think you do it?

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June 5, 2017

romantic summer reading challenge

Hey, book lovers! Remember those summer reading programs from when we were kids? You would read a certain number of books and get a pizza. Or maybe if you completed a list of books you received a certificate and a prize from the librarian. Why should the fun end just because we're adults? Join us this summer for the inaugural Romantic Summer Reading Challenge

Now through midnight (CDT) September 4, read all ten books on our reading list to win prizes. This year’s featured books include:

How does it work? When you finish each book on the list, leave a review on Amazon or Goodreads. Then, once you are done with all ten, copy the links on the entry form, complete the rest of the information, and submit it. After September 4, everyone who completes the challenge will receive a free ebook from one of the authors’ backlist. You will also be entered in the drawing for a chance to win one of ten prize packages created by the authors (valued at $20 each) and the grand prize of a $100 Amazon gift card. (No purchase necessary to win. Prize packages limited to U.S. residents only this year.)

What if you’ve already read one (or more) of the books on this list? It still counts. Just post your review and share the link on the form.

If this sounds like fun way to discover new authors, score a free book, and enter for a chance to win prizes, please join us! You can also follow the Facebook page, which will include author takeovers that give you a chance to interact with authors and other readers throughout the summer.

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