Please welcome USA Today Best Selling Author, Stephanie Queen!
She's here to talk about reading romance and her award winning novel Playing the
Game. So, be sure and check out the blurb and excerpt below.
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Star romantic comedy The Throwbacks to one lucky commenter.
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Lisa ~
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Advice to Romance Readers
Thanks so much to Lisa for giving me this chance to spout
off pontificate preach delight
whatever communicate to readers of romance. I love to talk,
but since I’m a writer, I’ll write you all a letter. Of advice. With my
sincerest expert opinion about reading romance novels.
Dear Reader,
First about me my credentials: I’ve been reading
romance novels since I got out of college and discovered trashy popular
novels after years of being so tremendously bored with tomes about internal
rates of return that I considered becoming an agriculture major because they at
least participated in calf-birthing and such intellectual
stimulation. I had to rest my fried enormous
over-worked brain. I became hopelessly addicted to the point of spending the
laundry money on books instantly enthralled by romance
novels. So here’s a few pointers on how to maximize your enjoyment of
reading romance novels from a writer reader and reader
writer:
- Pointer #1: Never skip to the
end
because you know what’s going to happen anyway—of course they live happily ever afterbecause it’s the tense moments of the journey that count the most. You must give the story and charactersat least 5 pages a chance to simmer for that slow build to the climax. (I’m talking about READING here). -
Pointer #2:
NeverAlwaysJudge a book by it’s cover. Clearly I’mconflictedcertainfull of baloneyan expert about this. The cover can tell youa lotnothing at allthe basics about what’s inside. But beware themisleadingannoyingsurprise. -
Pointer #3: Always find a
closet where the kids can’t find youplace to read where you can relax and havefive stinking minutessome uninterrupted time to read thejuicy partsentire novel in one sitting if possible. - Pointer #4: Always write a fan letter to the author!
Sincerely,
Stephanie Queen
Stephanie Queen’s novel, PLAYING
THE GAME, recently won the 2013 International Digital Award for best
contemporary. It’s about sports and love in the big leagues. Here’s the
teaser:
Playing the Game: About more
than a ball.
Can a woman bring down a legend by
distracting him from his game?
Since her disastrous marriage ended,
Roxanne Monet has sworn off serious relationships with men. She has more
important things to worry about. She’s broke, lost her job and now she’s being
accused of murdering her estranged husband. But when she meets superstar
Barry Dennis and he challenges her to a game of seduction, she decides to play
ball. When the game turns serious, she unintentionally exposes the legend to be
a flawed man.
Barry Dennis picked the wrong woman
to play games with when he decides to flirt with the enigmatic Roxanne. Being
the best takes all he has. He can’t afford to let anything or anyone interfere
with his first and only priority--Basketball. But as the attraction between
them heats up, he finds himself losing sight of his life’s game plan.
While the sports world’s microscope
is trained on Barry’s game and the media hounds Roxanne about her husband’s
mysterious death, the stakes are ratcheted up even higher when Barry’s young
daughter, Lindy is injured. Roxanne gives Lindy the attention she needs while
Barry struggles to cope with the demands of his new priorities.
Can Roxanne rely on Barry to do more
than play ball? She takes the risk and gives him the last thing she
owns--her heart.
Excerpt from Playing the Game:
“Damn it,” Roxanne muttered. Her drink
had splashed on her dress. Looking right, and then left through the dense crowd
of partygoers around her, she took a surreptitious glance down to inspect the
damage.
A very large, dark, wet spot spread over her left breast. Luckily it was only ice water. Or maybe not so lucky, on second thought. She watched in horror as the red silk material clung to her skin.
“Double damn. My nipple is showing!” This time she forgot to keep her comment under her breath.
“Now that I’d like to see.” The man appeared from nowhere, towering beside her. He watched her reflection in the floor to ceiling window.
Embarrassment flushed her face. The man was no gentleman. Her embarrassment turned to anger in a flash. She jutted her breast out for him to see.
“You can look all you want,” she dared, wanting to shift the discomfort to him.
She thought she’d succeeded, until the signature dimpled half-grin split his face.
“I’m Barry Dennis.” He held out his free hand for her to shake. He held a bottle of beer in the other. The famous lopsided smirk remained in place.
“Must be my lucky night.” She ignored his hand.
He laughed.
Biting her lip, she reminded herself to behave professionally. He was the star attraction at this gala and they were both there to raise money for a good cause.
“I’m Roxanne Monet.” She shook his hand. Eyeing him, she wondered if he’d dare say something about her nipple.
“I know who you are. I watched you get fired from your job at the TV studio a few days ago. You were supposed to interview me.” Unrestrained amusement shone in his eyes now and his grin widened.
A very large, dark, wet spot spread over her left breast. Luckily it was only ice water. Or maybe not so lucky, on second thought. She watched in horror as the red silk material clung to her skin.
“Double damn. My nipple is showing!” This time she forgot to keep her comment under her breath.
“Now that I’d like to see.” The man appeared from nowhere, towering beside her. He watched her reflection in the floor to ceiling window.
Embarrassment flushed her face. The man was no gentleman. Her embarrassment turned to anger in a flash. She jutted her breast out for him to see.
“You can look all you want,” she dared, wanting to shift the discomfort to him.
She thought she’d succeeded, until the signature dimpled half-grin split his face.
“I’m Barry Dennis.” He held out his free hand for her to shake. He held a bottle of beer in the other. The famous lopsided smirk remained in place.
“Must be my lucky night.” She ignored his hand.
He laughed.
Biting her lip, she reminded herself to behave professionally. He was the star attraction at this gala and they were both there to raise money for a good cause.
“I’m Roxanne Monet.” She shook his hand. Eyeing him, she wondered if he’d dare say something about her nipple.
“I know who you are. I watched you get fired from your job at the TV studio a few days ago. You were supposed to interview me.” Unrestrained amusement shone in his eyes now and his grin widened.
She was really starting to dislike this guy.
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