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Following my heart, one book at a time...
By Maryse 4 Comments

*SQUEEEEEEEE*!!! I’ve been so excited for this release. Remy rocked my world in his super-steamy, suuuuper butterfly inducing angst-fest of an alpha-male book “Real“. This is one of
THE most intense male characters I have ever read. Just check out my reaction in my review. I couldn’t get enough. HE couldn’t get enough. And he put me in that ever-coveted love-fog. *shivers*
And now it’s almost time for that sequel! Mine will be released this Tuesday November 5th, 2013. The events of Mine are set several months after Real.
Just when Remy needs Brooke the most, she makes a startling discovery that forces her away from the ringside. Now with distance and darkness between them, the only thing left is for Brooke to fight for the love of the one she needs most.
You want it now, don’t you? Well, the publisher said I can give you some of it. And they sent over the prologue, the first full chapter, along with offering TWO lucky commenters here, a signed copy!!
Ready for that magnificently extra-long teaser/excerpt? (the giveaway is after the teaser)…
(MINE is the prologue and WELCOME BACK, RIPTIDE! is the whole first chapter)
The heart is a hollow muscle, and it will beat billions of times during our lives. About the size of a fist, it has four chambers: two atria and two ventricles. How this muscle can house something as encompassing as love is beyond me. Is this heart the one that loves? Or do you love with your soul, which is infinite? I don’t know. All I know is that I feel this love in every molecule in my body, every breath I take, all the infinity in my soul. I learned that you can’t run if you tear a ligament, but your heart can be broken into a million pieces, and you can still love with your whole being.
I’ve been broken and put together again.
I’ve been loved, and I have loved.
I’m in love, and I will be forever changed by this love, by this man. I used to dream of medals and championships, but now I dream solely of a blue-eyed fighter who one day changed my life, when he put his lips on mine. . . .
Welcome Back, Riptide!
Brooke
IT’S BEEN TWO months, exactly sixty-two days, since I returned to him. A thousand four hundred eighty-eight hours of wanting, longing, and needing him. It has been even longer than that since thousands of women, men, and fans across the world watched him fall.
He’s back.
This is it. The first fight of the new Underground season. He’s been training like mad. He’s put on more muscle. He’s more ripped than ever, and I know this season he’s ready to take what’s his.
The audience in the Washington, D.C., fighting arena consists of about a thousand people, and when the winner of the current match is announced, the crowd grows restless.
We all know it’s his time to be called. His assistant, Pete, sits tense and alert to my right. He’d told me he’s the “draw”—that most everyone in the arena is here for him.
I know I certainly am.
The air is charged with excitement and scented with perfume, beer, and sweat. The two previous fighters are exiting the ring now, one of them assisted by his team, and my heart pounds as I sit motionless in my seat, in the first row, at the very center, just where my man wants me. So here I am, waiting, my body hyperaware and my heart pounding his name. Remington, Remington, Remington…
The speakers crackle as the announcer turns on the microphone, and I almost jump out of my skin.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we all remember our crushed souls—our crushed spirits!—when the crowd favorite lost the championship final last year.”
The crowd boos in memory, and my throat clogs thinking about how Remy’s broken body had been carried out of the ring.
“Have no fear, people. Have no fear!”
“REMY!!!!!!!!!” someone screams.
“Bring him out already!” another yells.
“Oh, we will. Have no doubt about it; we will,” the announcer somberly says, painfully drawing it out for the crowd. “After much speculation and many rumors, it’s completely official. The man is fighting this season, and he’s taking no prisoners, people! Here he is, ladies and gentlemen. Here. He. Is! You all know who I’m talking about?”
The crowd roars, “RIP-TIIIIIIIDE!”
“Who? ”
“RIP-TIIIIIIDE!”
“One more time, ’cause I can’t hear you!”
“RIPTIIIIIDE!”
“That’s right, ladies and gentlemen! Here’s our favorite bad boy with that infamous smile and those deadly fists, ready to carve R.I.P. into anyone who stands in his way this year. The one, the only, Remingtoooon Tate, your RIPTIIIIIIIIIDE!!”
Wild excitement rushes through me as the crowd stands and roars like never before.
“My god, the fans are thirsty for him,” Pete breathes.
And so am I. My god. So am I.
Across the ring from me, women are waving panties in the air. Panties! Another lifts a sign that reads PULL ME UNDER, RIPTIDE!
My mouth is dry, and a thousand and one winged things flutter in my stomach when I see a flash of red.
And then, he’s closer.
Trotting out of the walkway and to the ring.
To his ring.
My body enlivens with sensations as he breaks through the crowd.
Some fans have escaped their seats and make a grab for him, but he easily shoves his way through the throng, his face shadowed by the hood of his red satin robe. Remy. My Remy. The man I love with every ounce of me.
“Riptide, you put the sex in SEXY!”
“Remy, I want you to fucking impregnate me!”
He climbs into the ring with a fluid jump, and then he removes his RIPTIDE robe, slowly, without hurrying. Hundreds of female screams ring in my ears as he goes to his corner to hand the robe to
Riley, his coach’s second. Riley pats his muscled back with a smile and tells him something.
Remington throws his head back as if he’s laughing and then takes the center of the ring, spreads his long, ripped arms out, and starts doing his slow and cocky I-know-you-all-want-to-fuck-me turn.
I’m dying.
I will never, ever, get used to the sight of him in that ring. My heart whams excitedly into my rib cage while all my insides pulse with need, and my chest feels like a balloon about to burst in excitement.
Hard, lean, and perfect, he is all dangerous, all beautiful, and all mine.
My eyes absorb every inch of what every other woman here is drooling for, and I helplessly let my gaze run up and down his perfect athletic form. My eyes lovingly caress his tan and kiss the inky Celtic bands over his biceps. I admire his torso and his long, strong legs, his sculptured arms, his narrow waist and broad shoulders. Every muscle in his perfect body is so defined that you would know exactly where one structure ends and the next begins if you trailed your fingers along his magnificent form.
And as he turns even more, I see the washboard abs with eight squares—eight! Yes, it is impossible, but he’s got them . . . and his face.
Oh god, I can’t even take it.
The scruffy jaw. The brilliant blue eyes. The sexy smirk. The dimples. He’s got a smile on his face; his expression, one that tells you he’s got a whole lot of trouble planned for the evening and you don’t want to miss it, is playful and boyish.
A collective gasp spreads out in the rows behind me as he moves to face us.
The butterflies in my stomach burst awake when those dancing blue eyes start scanning the crowd, silently laughing at all of us. He’s clearly amused by our obsession over everything Remington
Tate!
Beside me, a middle-aged blonde with too much Botox jumps up and down and screams like a lunatic, “Remy! Give me a taste of that Riptide!”
The impulse to drag the woman down by her hair seizes me, but at the same time, I know you can’t look at him without dissolving into a pool of lust.
He is a stud. He was made to mate. To procreate.
And I want him like my next breath.
I want him more than any one of these screaming women wants him.
I want every fragmented part of him. I want his body. His mind. His heart. His beautiful soul.
He says he’s mine, but I know that there’s a part of Remington Tate nobody will ever have.
I am his, but he is untamable and unconquerable.
The only one who can defeat Remington Tate is himself.
He’s up there, ever elusive and mysterious, a black box of mystery without end. And I want to get lost in him, even if I never come out the same.
Pete elbows my ribs and whispers in my ear, “My god, it’s unfair he gets all the attention and this”—he signals at his skinny self—“gets nothing.”
I smile. With his curly hair and brown eyes, Pete’s always dressed in a black suit and tie. He’s not only Remy’s personal assistant, he’s also like his older brother and one of my closest friends.
“Nora likes you just as you are,” I taunt him about my younger sister.
He smiles at that and wiggles his eyebrows as he nods pointedly back toward the ring, where Remington finishes his turn and almost completely faces me.
My nerve endings stir and tingle in excitement as his twinkling blue eyes glide down the length of my row, where he knows I will be. I swear every part of me quivers in anticipation, waiting for those eyes to find me.
They do.
He electrifies me. Invisible currents leap between us. His smile blazes through me, and suddenly, the inside of my chest, where my heart beats, feels like a burning torch he’s just lit. His eyes hold me clasped in the loving heat of his, and I can see his quiet joy tonight, his possessiveness, the territorial stare that tells everyone in this room that I. Am. His.
Then he points at me.
My heart stops.
It seems that everyone’s eyes follow the finger pointing in my direction, aimed straight at my chest, where my heart races for him, his red-hot blue gaze clearly saying, “This one’s for her.”
A delighted roar from the crowd explodes around me. It hits me like adrenaline, like a shot of tequila that flies straight to your head, the way his fans love him. The way he loves them back. The way he loves me.
I’m amazed by the way the public reacts to him and by the way he stands there, with his dimples flashing, sucking in all the energy in the room and channeling it into “Riptide.”
God, I love him, and I never want him to forget it!
Overcome with the impulse, I blow him a kiss.
He catches it and smashes it to his mouth.
The crowd grows even louder. Remy points at me, laughing, and I’m laughing too. My eyes burn a little because I’m so happy that I just can’t fit inside my skin. I’m happy that he’s happy, and he’s where he belongs.
This is his season. This year, nothing will stop Remington Tate from being the Underground League champion. Nothing.
He will do whatever it takes, because he’s a driven, powerful, passionate man, and whether I am afraid, worried, excited, or all of the above, I will support him.
“And now, ladies and gentlemen, may we have a round of applause to welcome a newbie to the Underground, from the Fighter’s Club, the famed, feared, and deadly Grant Gonzalez, ‘Goooodzillaaaa!”
As his opponent is announced, Remington circles the ring restlessly like a panther until a huge lump of silver comes out from a second walkway. Remy flexes his fingers at his sides as he watches the man take the ring. Tonight, they all wear their hands taped with bare knuckles exposed, much like men used to fight in older times.
The new fighter is barely out of his robe when the public starts shunning him. “Booooooo! Booooo!”
“That guy has killed a couple people fighting,” Pete tells me under his breath. “He’s a dirty and mean motherfucker.”
“Don’t tell me people have died in these events?” I ask in horror, feeling a disturbing quake inside my stomach. Pete rolls his eyes.
“Brooke, these are uncensored fights. Of course shit happens.”
The thought of Remy fighting with killers catapults my usual pre-fight fears to a whole new level. Fears I had repressed as my man drank up the audience’s adoration. Fears that now grip me by the tummy and squeeze me like a fist.
“Pete, death is more than ‘shit’ happening.”
Remington taps his fists to his opponent’s and the crowd falls quiet. My insides go utterly still. I’m wildly, almost anxiously, measuring the new guy, as if I can get any knowledge from his looks alone. The young man’s white skin is slicked with something that looks like grease. Are they allowed to be slippery when fighting? He has long hair tied in a ponytail and beefy muscles like most every other fighter I’ve seen. Nobody is as lean and beautiful as Remy. I’ll bet no one takes care of their body and trains with the same dedication that he does.
When the bell rings, I don’t think I’m breathing.
They approach each other. Remington waits for the other man to move, his guard perfectly up, every one of his powerful muscles relaxed so they can quickly engage. Finally, Godzilla swings. Remy ducks and rams the side of his body and—unbelievably—knocks that enormous monster down with a crashing noise.
I gasp in complete disbelief when the referee’s counting begins.
A private smile curves Remy’s lips as he looks down at the motionless figure and practically dares him to move.
He doesn’t.
A roar rips through the crowd.
Pete jumps to his feet and pumps his fist in the air. “Yeah! That’s right! Who’s the man! Who. Is. The MAN!”
“ONE PUNCH, ladies and gentlemen!” the voice yells through the speakers. “One fucking punch! He’s back! HE’S BACK!!! Men and women, girls and fucking boys, I give you tonight, your one and only Riiiptide!!! RIPtiiiiide!!”
The ringmaster yanks up Remy’s arm in victory.
And although the entire arena screams his name, his dancing blue eyes immediately come to me, and my whole body starts to ache in every single place.
God.
He’s a fucking sex god. And he freaking turns me on.
“Riptide, please, oh, please let me touch you!” A screaming woman runs to the edge of the ring, stretching her hand through the ring ropes toward him.
Remington seems to take pity on her and seizes her hand. He buzzes his lips across her knuckles, and she begins to scream hysterically. I laugh, but then a snake of jealousy curls around my gut. He looks up at me as he releases her, and then, in that lithe way he moves that reminds me of large deadly cats, he swings down from the ring.
Complete stillness settles over the arena until all I can hear is my heartbeat.
Remington . . . Remington . . . Remington . . .
He walks up to me, the smile on his face telling me he thinks he’s all that.
“You’re jealous,” he says in that deep, toe-curling voice of his.
“A little,” I say, laughing at myself.
He doesn’t laugh, but he smiles a smile that sparkles in his blue eyes as he slides his fingers up the side of my throat, then I feel the pad of his thumb gently stroke across the flesh of my bottom lip. The butterflies in my tummy awaken. His eyes are at half-mast as he surveys my mouth. He does it slowly, from corner to corner, and then, because he seems to think he owns this mouth, he swoops down and takes it.
His lips fire me up. My stomach spins as he forces my lips apart, and when his tongue flashes, hot, damp, and powerful, to take a quick and heady taste of me, I trap back my moan.
“Don’t be,” he roughly tells me as he looks down at my kissed mouth and appreciates his handiwork for a moment. He presses his lips to my forehead for a fraction of a second, and then he heads back to the ring in that graceful way he walks, relaxed and almost ambling.
Behind me, I hear breathless voices.
“Holy shit, I want to do that ten ways till Sunday.”
“Ohmifucking god he was right here!”
I lick my lips, and I can still taste the sexy fucker, which only makes my nipples bead and my sex swell with complete possessiveness of him.
As his next opponent is called up to fight, Remington flexes the muscles of his arms, down to the tips of his fingers. His smile flashes at me from the ring, and very clearly, his two dimples tell me how much he enjoys leaving me in a puddle of love and longing. The devil.
A fighter I remember from last year, Parker Drake, “the Terror,” gets up in the ring to face him. And the bell rings.
Ting.
The crowd quiets as the fight begins, and both men start swinging and hitting. Remy’s punches are powerful, and you can hear the sound of his fists landing, deep, strong, and fast as lightning. Poom poom poom! Squirming in my seat, I watch and listen, alternating between thrill and worry, when Parker crashes to the ground. I shoot to my feet and scream “Riptide!” in chorus with all the other people, knowing that this is the first of many times I will be here watching Remington reclaim everything, every single thing, that he gave up for me.
Okay now, who wants a signed copy?
How to enter for a chance to win one? Just leave a comment below (or you can tell me who your fav alpha is – Remy is one of MY #1’s) and Friday night (Friday November 1st, 2013) by 10pm EST, I will randomly select two winners.
The winners will be contacted and will have 48hrs to respond with a mailing address, so if you are picked, do not delay or you will lose your chance. These books will be sent to the winners directly by the publisher.
Open to US & Canada only however all are welcome to comment! ![]()

Who wants a chance to win a print copy of Kristen Ashley’s latest upcoming release, JAGGED? We’re moving fast on this one folks, ’cause this book officially comes out on Tuesday (but it is up for pre-order), and the publisher has THREE print copies to giveaway to a lucky commenter right here, and they’re hoping to get the copies to the winners by (or before) release day! Kristen Ashley is one of my absolute FAVORITES!!!!! So if you haven’t discovered her magnificence yet, then you MUST! She knows, er… I mean “writes” 😉 the BEST ALPHAS EVER!
I’ll point you in the direction of the first series I read from her: Colorado Mountain Series (and this new book belongs to that series). But no worries. She writes ’em all pretty much, “standalone” so while it’s always more fun to immerse yourself in the series for maximum impact, you won’t be lost. In fact, I started this series with book #2. 😉 It ROCKED MY WORLD!!!! Here’s that review in case you missed it: Sweet Dreams by Kristen Ashley <— 5 stars (yep! FIVE STARS!!!!)
So what’s Jagged about?
Zara Cinders always knew Ham Reece was the one, but he wasn’t interested in settling down. When she found someone who was, Ham walked out of her life. Three years later, Zara’s lost her business, her marriage, and she’s barely getting by in a tiny apartment on the wrong side of the tracks. As soon as Ham hears about Zara’s plight, he’s on her doorstep offering her a lifeline. Now, it will take every ounce of will power she possesses to resist all that he offers.
Ham was always a traveling man, never one to settle down in one town, with one woman, for more time than absolutely necessary. But Ham’s faced his own demons, and he’s learned a lot. About himself, and about the life he knows he’s meant to live. So when he hears that Zara’s having a rough time, he wants to be the one to help. In fact, he wants to do more than that for Zara. A lot more. But first, he must prove to Zara that he’s a changed man.
P.S —> I’m reading a review copy right now and OMG it’s already SO good. The beginning? Had me in TEARS!!!! My heart BROKE.
Now for the giveaway! ![]()
How to enter for a chance to win one of these three print copies?
The winners will be contacted and will have 24hrs to respond with a mailing address, so if you are picked, do not delay or you may lose your chance. These books will be sent to the winners directly by the publisher (and the publisher would like to get them to you by (or before) release day so that is why we need the winners to respond ASAP).
Giveaway is open to US only, but all are welcome to comment!
Find out more about Kristen Ashley here:
Author Biography:

Kristen Ashley was born in Gary, Indiana, USA. She nearly killed her mother and herself making it into the world, seeing as she had the umbilical cord wrapped around her neck (already attempting to accessorise and she hadn’t taken her first breath!).
Kristen grew up in Brownsburg, Indiana but has lived in Denver, Colorado and the West Country of England. Thus she has been blessed to have friends and family around the globe. Her posse is loopy (to say the least) but loopy is good when you want to write.
Kristen was raised in a house with a large and multi-generational family. They lived on a very small farm in a small town in the heartland and existed amongst the strains of Glenn Miller, The Everly Brothers, REO Speedwagon and Whitesnake (and the wardrobes that matched).
Needless to say, growing up in a house full of music, clothes and love was a good way to grow up.
And as she keeps growing up, it keeps getting better.
Happy Halloween week to us, ’cause *whoooooo*!!! Just look at all the book releases!!! Treats everywhere. 😀 Bikers, an MMA fighter, rock stars (and a few country stars, too), lots of hot military men (oh one made me eeeep! below, ’cause I think it’s gonna be angsty – you’ll see my notes next to it), the start of a new modern “witch” trilogy that takes place in Ireland by Nora Roberts!! (She’s REALLY good at trilogies!). Oh!! A 30 page “short” from Dean Koontz about a guy that likes to go into the woods (creepy?).
Books from our fav authors (Emily Snow & Molly McAdams & Georgia Cates to name a few. Did you know that Georgia Cates writes vampires too??) and some sequel releases, too!
And don’t even get me started on how awesome the bargains look. Kristen Ashley went all out!
Oh! Don’t forget to check out Sunday’s “NEW RELEASES” post (if you missed it) ’cause there were a TON of awesome books that went “live” over the weekend and I couldn’t wait until today to post them. So essentially, the last few days has ROCKED in amazing looking new releases… (like a biker/mob romance one that everyone seems to be loving!)
P.S. Let me know if I’m missing any or if you loved any. ![]()
BARGAINS: (NOTE: bargain priced when I added them, but prices can change on Amazon, so make sure to check before you finalize your order).
Night Owl (The Night Owl Trilogy) by M. Pierce <—- this is my latest favorite book and rocking our fellow readers’ faces off!! We are LOVING it!!! Nikitab says: “Best book I have read in a long time, and I mean, I read a sh*t-ton o’books!” (check out my review and the TONS of comments beneath it. You’ll see!)
Rotten by J.L. Brooks <— Stephanie found us this saying: “Rotten by J L Brooks is on sale for 99¢! Has great reviews! This is a complete story with no cliffhanger.”PARANORMAL
The Devil’s Reprise (book #2) by Karina Halle (here’s my review for “The Devil’s Metal” book #1) and Claudia already weighed in and loved it!! “I just finished reading The Devil’s Reprise and ..wow!! Karina did it again!!” (rock stars and scary demons!!)
Dark Witch: Book One of The Cousins O’Dwyer Trilogy by Nora Roberts <— “Iona arrives in Ireland with nothing but her Nan’s directions, an unfailingly optimistic attitude, and an innate talent with horses. Not far from the luxurious castle where she is spending a week, she finds her cousins, Branna and Connor O’Dwyer. And since family is family, they invite her into their home and their lives. When Iona lands a job at the local stables, she meets the owner, Boyle McGrath. Cowboy, pirate, wild tribal horsemen, he’s three of her biggest fantasy weaknesses all in one big, bold package.” <— Romance, yes!! But there’s an evil magic thingie messing with her family!!CONTEMPORARY:
Unexpected Protector (Isthmus Alliance) by Sloan Johnson <— (thanks Sarah)! And Kathy says: “Yeah. I enjoyed the first book! Excited to read the next in the series!” —-> “Tommy Reed’s world shifted the night he found Holly Richards lying in a pool of blood on the ground. For reasons he can’t explain, he feels the need to protect Holly from her own past. In the process, he’s hoping to also teach her that there is more to D/s than releasing pent up emotions.” (ohh!! He’s a cop and she’s an ex-junkie)…
Forgiving Lies by Molly McAdams <— “Undercover cop Logan “Kash” Ryan can’t afford a distraction like his new neighbor Rachel Masters, even if she’s the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. To catch a serial killer, he needs to stay focused, yet all he can think about is the feisty, long-legged coed whose guarded nature intrigues him.“
The Way Home by Cindy Gerard <—– OHHHHH this one looks GOOD!!! Okay synopsis starts: “Killed in Action – the most dreaded words imaginable for a soldier’s wife. Jess Albert has been living with them for four years, since the death of her husband in Afghanistan. Finding blessed numbness in routine, she doesn’t dare to look ahead, any more than she can bear to look back. Then Tyler Brown, a former special-ops warrior, shows up at her small general store in Minnesota North Woods, jarring her back to life. Jess knows better than to fall in love with another man who places duty to his country before love of his wife- but there’s no denying the longing and the hope for a future that Ty makes her feel.” BUT then I continued reading it. Eeeeeeeep!!! I think I have an idea where this one’s going… “A world away, a man ravaged by years of captivity and torture, a man with no memories, finally escapes- clinging to life and sanity in a hostile land. In his darkest hour, he awakes in a lantern-lit cave to find a woman at his side. Dark-haired and dark-eyes, her touch is caring, despite the resentment he hears in her voice and sees on her face.” and then the synopsis continues and that’s when I really eeep’d!By Maryse 7 Comments
Ohhh look what I just received! A special message (and a little “Behind the Book” insight) from authors Christina Lauren about tomorrow’s highly anticipated release, Beautiful Player!!
“Our third full-length BEAUTIFUL book, Beautiful Player (the fifth in the series overall) comes out tomorrow, Tuesday 10/29. This morning I fell into my little day-before-release neurotic freakout routine and started flipping through it, trying to see it through readers’ eyes.
And . . . I got sucked back in again.
I don’t know if I can say this one is my favorite (it really does feel like choosing a favorite child and I’ve loved writing each of these books) but I have a fondness for Will & Hanna that feels fiercer, more tender somehow. Maybe it’s that they’re also scientists, or maybe it’s that it takes them a while to get together and they’re both such dorks about it, but whatever it is, I can’t wait for this book to be out in the world.
In my memory, the process of writing PLAYER seems like it had been so easy. I could swear Christina and I sat down, outlined it, and just hammered it out. It was one of the craziest times of my life—we had turned in BOMBSHELL at the end of May and PLAYER was due on July 8th. Between those times we had a few trips (including Book Bash—whee!), I was still working fulltime and, although she was off for summer break, Christina had her daughter and nephews with her during the day. I seriously don’t know how we managed to get it done, but we did, and it ended up being nearly 100,000 words to boot. It just seemed to fly out of us.
But that’s a total lie. That’s only how it seems in hindsight, when I’m holding the book in my hand and reading through it and just feeling the relief of oh man, I am really proud of this book. Because if I look back to June and July, I remember thinking I was literally taking years off my life because I was so stressed. I probably ate all of my feelings in the form of chips and got about a million grey hairs. Also? We had to rewrite the first two chapters five separate times, and I don’t mean edit them, I mean literally sit down and start over with a blank page. We just couldn’t get the beginning right.
Then of course there was the point when it was all drafted and we looked at it and both groaned, thinking, this manuscript is a hot mess. What is the point? Where is the cohesion? How are we ever going to send this to Adam when it’s like this?
Of course we fixed it by working our tails off for a couple of weeks, and ended up with a draft that we were really happy with. Then, working with Adam, we made it into a novel the three of us truly love.
So, I’m thinking about all of this while we’re working on a new book, with new characters and a new setting. After writing six BEAUTIFUL books in under a year, I wouldn’t say that it’s been hard to do something different, exactly, but there are the occasional moments that I give my computer the middle finger or cry into my coffee. (Not to be too dramatic or anything.) For the past few weeks, as we’ve been posting quotes from PLAYER and putting out audiobook clips, I keep wondering whether we can make this new book as strong as I believe PLAYER is.
But you know what? I think that fear comes from the false memory, the one where writing PLAYER was easy and the words just poured right out of us. The truth is that it didn’t come effortlessly, but when I look at it now, it sure feels like it did. That’s how I know it’s complete and ready to live in the world (alongside my new grey hairs.)
I hope you all love it as much as we do!
Happy PLAYER day!!”
And a happy PLAYER day to you, too!!! 😀 Have a GREAT release day, girls!!