Monday, May 30, 2016

Tasty Book Tours Release Blitz for SHAMELESS by Gina L. Maxwell with #excerpt + #giveaway

Playboys in Love #1
by Gina L. Maxwell

Now Available at

People say I’m shameless. They’re right.

I like my work dirty and my sex even dirtier. It takes a hell of a lot to tilt my moral compass, and dancing as a private stripper for horny suburbanites doesn’t even register. Neither does hooking up with them afterward whenever the mood strikes—it’s one of the bennies of the job—but it’s always a one-and-done. I don’t do repeat performances. Ever.

Until I meet the one girl in all of Chicago not interested in dry humping my junk. She’s all I can think about, and that’s a problem, because I made sure she wants nothing to do with me. But I’ve seen her deepest secrets, her darkest fantasies, and they match mine to a fucking T.

I want her. Bad.

Now I need to show her how good it can feel…to be shameless.


Chapter One


If such a thing as a Landlords of Chicago Convention existed, and said convention had an award for Worst Landlord of a Multi-Unit Building, mine would win by a landslide. A freaking landlord landslide.
Cursing his name for the umpteenth time in the last half hour, I wrap a Band-Aid around the cut in my thumb I’d acquired trying to unclog the pipes under my bathroom sink. God forbid Walter would actually do his job and call a plumber for me. 
Since I’d moved into my small apartment in the South Shore area, my hot water heater, oven, and window A/C unit had all taken a crap at one point or another—just a few of the perks of living in a building so old that it predates the invention of the elevator—and each time it had taken Walter weeks to get them fixed. 
But I’m nothing if not independent and self-reliant—traits born of being the child of workaholic parents. I’d managed to repair my garbage disposal and replace the tank assembly in my toilet by browsing the almighty Google and ignoring all my girly squeamishness at the ick factor of both. Neither instance had been pretty, but it wasn’t anything a hot shower and the satisfaction of a job well done couldn’t wash away. 
Unfortunately, my stupid bathroom sink pipes aren’t going to be added to that list of accomplishments anytime soon. I don’t know if the slip nuts (thank you, Google Images) had been screwed on by the Incredible Hulk or fused in place by the lesser known supervillain Rust Man. Either way, those suckers aren’t budging for a mortal female with minimal experience handling a pipe wrench. (Feel free to insert dirty joke here.) 
I glare at the standing water in the sink, hands on my hips, willing it to magically go down. I’m so focused on trying to Jedi-mind-trick the bastard into submission that I jump when my phone rings. Jogging into the living room, I snatch up the cell and answer as I plop onto the couch. 
“Hey, you,” I say, greeting my best friend Addison Paige. “Aren’t you supposed to be burning the midnight oil?” 
“It’s only seven p.m., but I’m sure I’ll still be here when midnight rolls around,” Addison says wryly. “You writing your paper?” 
I laugh. Calling my master’s thesis on social work a paper was like calling the Taj Mahal a chapel. I’ve been working on it for two years, and I’m almost—almost—done. Turning it in is the last step in getting my dual degree. Then I can finally get a job in my field and start making some real money instead of the piddly-ass wages I make as an intern and part-time waitress. (And then move.) 
“Surprisingly, no,” I say. “I’m still trying to fix the clog in my bathroom sink, but all I’ve managed to do is pinch my thumb. Luckily, I managed to staunch the flow before I bled out all over the floor.”
“Damn good thing, because if you die before I get my fun friend back, I’ll kill you myself.” 
“You know what I love about you?” I ask, laying the sarcasm on thick. “It’s that you make complete sense when you threaten me. I think it’s what makes you the best lawyer ever.” 
“And I love that you love that about me. And also that you repeatedly tell me I’m the best lawyer ever instead of acknowledging my pathetic peon status. This boys club of a law firm isn’t going to give me my own cases anytime soon.” 
“Nonsense. It’s only a matter of time before they see your brilliance and make you a partner,” I say with confidence. “Wait—since when am I not your ‘fun’ friend? I’m fun.” 
“Seriously? When was the last time you went out? For fun. Not for school or work or any other life-sucking activity. Like, to a dance club or a bar or a fucking baseball game? I don’t know…anything.” 
I open my mouth to respond with a list of all the things I’d done recently that qualified—because surely there is a list—but came up with nothing. I honestly can’t remember the last time I’d gone out to be social. I’ve hung out with Addison, but that was more lunch dates and Netflix than clubbing and cavorting. 
“Exactly,” Addison crows. 
Okay, so she’s not wrong. It’s been a while since I’ve had a social life and an even longer while since I’ve had a sex life, which makes me grateful she didn’t bring that particular nugget up. My recent hermit status may have slipped my notice, but I’m painfully aware of how long it’s been (for-freaking-ever) since I’ve been satisfied by someone other than myself. 
Completing my master’s coursework in two years instead of three, and then replacing school hours with work hours, doesn’t leave me with any time to invest in a relationship. I’m all for casual flings or even one-night stands, but the handful of forays hadn’t been worth shaving, much less the Brazilians I’d splurged on. After my last underwhelming sexual rendezvous, I decided that I wouldn’t drop trou for anyone else unless I’m positive it’ll be worth the pain of getting my pubic hair ripped out by the roots by a sadistic woman armed with strips of hot wax. If you’ve ever subjected yourself to that particular brand of cosmetic torture, you know that’s setting the bar for sexual excellence pretty high. 
So while I wait for Mr. Mind-Blowing-In-The-Sack, I bought a Hitachi Magic Wand—God bless the misguided man who thought he designed a great neck massager—and became a frequent purveyor of internet porn. 
That’s right. I’m a closet porn addict. 
Don’t judge me. It gets the job done. With the right video, I can be turned on in minutes. Then, depending on my mood, I’ll either watch several to build the anticipation, or simply dive right in and get myself off in what I call an “express O.” Bing, bam, boom, done. 
But like I said, it’s not something I’m ready to share with the class. Not even with Addison. Not because I think she’ll judge me—that girl is all for owning your freak flag and letting it fly—but because I’d inevitably have to answer questions about how often do I watch it (several times a week), and what kind do I like (the rougher, the better), and do I have a favorite porn star (hands down, James Deen). I’d just rather not get into the gory details of how I take the edge off my sexual frustrations, thank you very much. 
“What’s it called when the lawyer is being an obnoxious asshat?” I ask my best friend. “Is it contempt? I find you in contempt of court, and I object. Your argument is erroneous. I don’t need a good time right now, I just need someone to fix my pipes.” 
“Yeah, your lady pipes,” she jokes. “Things are probably just as rusted shut down there as they are under your sink.” 
Actually, since I don’t use a dildo of any kind, it’s highly likely. “Okay, that’s it,” I say, laughing in spite of myself, “I’m hanging up. You need to get back to work, and I need to do anything other than talk to you at the moment.” 
Sighing dramatically, Addison acquiesces. “Fine, killjoy. Does this mean you don’t want the number of a handyman who came highly recommended to me?” 
I sit up a little straighter, perking up at the words “highly recommended.” Growing up in the digital age as I have, you’d think that I would trust online reviews of products and services. But things on the internet can be bought or faked. I’d much rather take the word of someone I know, and I’m ready to cry “uncle” and be done with this whole situation. “Who recommended him?” 
“Rebecca, one of our paralegals. She said he’s worth every cent and more. I believe her exact words were ‘the best ever.’” 
That sounds promising, so I grab the pen and pad of paper from the side table. “Okay, what’s the number? I’ll give him a call tomorrow.” 
“One sec, I’ve got another call coming in. Hang on.” And with a click the line went silent. 
I lean back on the couch, staring at the spidery ceiling paint, following the bigger cracks and admiring how they fan out with reckless abandon. Of course, they probably knew what I knew: no way was I standing on a ladder and painting upside down to fix them. When Addison clicks back over, I tell her, “All right. I’m ready for the number of my miracle plumber.” 
“No need,” she replies. “I just called and paid in advance. Consider it an early birthday present. He’ll be there in about an hour.” 
“What? It’s too late for anyone to be making house calls on a Friday night.” 
“Riiiiight. Because everyone’s shit only breaks between the hours of eight and five on weekdays.” Addison is just as fond of sarcasm as I am. It’s one of the reasons we make such great friends. 
“Point taken, but you still shouldn’t have called.” I hate it when she tries to pay for things. Peon or not, she makes a good living as a lawyer and likes to make up dumb reasons why I should let her pick up the tab on stuff. “My birthday’s not even for another six months.” 
“So then it’s a half birthday present. Hasn’t anyone ever told you not to look a gift-friend in the mouth? Have some wine, read a book, tweeze your eyebrows. I don’t care, as long as you let the man do what he’s hired for when he gets there, okay?” 
“Yes, Mother,” I say with the tone of an audible eye roll. But then I add a sincere, “Thanks, Addie.” 
“You’re welcome, babe. Oh, and make sure you call me tomorrow and tell me all the juicy details. Ciao!” 
Before I can comment on the ridiculousness of anything involving a middle-aged man with plumber’s crack being “juicy,” she hangs up. Belatedly, I realize I never even got the name of the guy or his business. I almost call her back to ask, but figure it’s not a big deal. The odds of someone showing up coincidentally under false pretenses as a handyman in disguise are pretty much nil. 
It’s been a long week, and that glass of wine Addison mentioned is suddenly calling my name. 
Blowing out a deep breath, I stand and head to the kitchen where I have an open bottle of red. For once, I’m going to take my friend’s advice: enjoy a glass of wine and a book while I wait for the “best ever handyman” to arrive and do his thing. Now that I know help is on the way, I’m really looking forward to getting my pipes fixed.

About the Author:
Gina L. Maxwell is a full-time writer, wife, and mother living in the upper Midwest, despite her scathing hatred of snow and cold weather. An avid romance novel addict, she began writing as an alternate way of enjoying the romance stories she loves to read. Her debut novel, Seducing Cinderella, hit both the USA Today and New York Times bestseller lists in less than four weeks, and she’s been living her newfound dream ever since.
When she’s not reading or writing steamy romance novels, she spends her time losing at Scrabble (and every other game) to her high school sweetheart, doing her best to hang out with their teenagers before they fly the coop, and dreaming about her move to sunny Florida once they do.



Wednesday, May 25, 2016

Review Stop on the Tasty Virtual Book Tour for DEEP DARK by Laura Griffin with #excerpt + #giveaway

Tracers #10
by Laura Griffin

Available now at

A gripping new romantic thriller from New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Laura Griffin...

The moment detective Reed Novak steps onto the crime scene, he knows the case is going to rock his world. A beautiful young woman murdered at home. No sign of forced entry. No motive. She’s obviously not the killer’s first victim, and Reed’s instincts tell him she won’t be his last. Reed’s first clue comes via a mysterious text that links to a dating profile, but even more intriguing than the clue is the person who sent it.

As a white-hat hacker in the Delphi Center’s cyber investigation unit, Laney Knox sneaks into some of the deepest, darkest corners of the Internet looking for predators. Laney would prefer to stay away from Austin PD’s most recent murder case, but she can’t ignore the chilling similarities between that crime and her own brutal attack years ago. Laney offers to help the sexy lead detective, but he wants more from her than just a promising tip—Reed wants her trust. Laney resists, but as their relationship deepens she’s tempted to reveal the closely guarded secrets that could make her a key witness…or the killer’s next victim.

My Review:

Someone is murdering women, and Reed Novak is determined to find out who it is and stop him. His greatest asset is also the one person he wants as far away from the investigation as he can keep her but she’s stubborn and driven to discover the truth just as much as he is. Laney Knox survived the killer, she knows he’s not only a predator in real life but in cyberspace too, now if she can just find out how he gets in to watch, stalk, and eventually kill.

I have to admit that when I first started reading DEEP DARK by Laura Griffin, I was a tad confused. A woman is attacked in her home and then in the next chapter, a woman is found dead in her home but they are not the same woman. Granted, I didn’t pay close enough attention to the name of the victim and once I went back to check, I got caught up but it did put me off slightly…then it didn’t matter anymore because I was hooked!

I had not read anything by Laura Griffin before. Although I do have copies of a couple of her other books given to me by a friend, and now I know they are both going to get pushed up the TBR list because Laura created an exciting, character and action driven suspense that kept me guessing practically to the reveal of the killer. That’s tough to pull that off with me but she wove such a detailed, intriguing, and suspense-filled mystery that I was sorry it ended when it did. Her investigators, her investigations, and her character interactions rival my favorite CSI shows.

I highly recommend DEEP DARK, book 10 of the Tracers series by Laura Griffin to anyone who is a fan of CSI stories, romantic suspense (trust me - the sexual tension between Reed and Laney is enough to have you fanning yourself), and fabulous characters filled with depth and personality, then you need to read this one. I’m going to have to go back and start reading the rest of the series now that I know just how amazing the Tracer series is. 
Happy Reading Everyone!

***galley provided by publisher via NetGalley in exchange for an honest and unscripted review.


Reed watched her, and she had that frustrated look in her eyes again. Every time she started to open up to him, he did something to tick her off. She shook her head and glanced away.
“I’m a detective. It’s my job to ask questions. To push.”
She looked at him again and her expression softened. “No, you’re right.” She glanced down at her beer bottle and picked at the label. “I’m glad she has you.”
“Who has me?”
“April. You seem—” She paused, like she was searching for the right word. “—committed.”
He didn’t answer. It wasn’t really a question, but the way she looked at him gave him the feeling she wanted a response.
She drained her beer and plunked down the bottle. “I should get home.” She stood up.
Reed stood, too. He left a tip on the table and followed her through the throng of people. The bar was packed, and the music had gotten louder since they’d first walked in.
They stepped into the warm, muggy air. It was dusk now, and a neon Lone Star Light sign cast a blue-and-red glow over the sidewalk. As they walked in silence, he thought of what she’d said about her job being meaningful. It was refreshing. Maybe he’d been a cop too long, but he didn’t know anyone who talked about things being meaningful anymore. If they thought about work in those terms, they kept it to themselves.
Maybe he was jaded.
No, he definitely was jaded. But it had more to do with his failed marriage than anything he’d seen on the job.
Reed spotted her little white car and felt a twinge of regret. He’d enjoyed talking to her, enjoyed being near her. And he couldn’t remember the last time that had happened with a woman. Having a beer with Laney had been the highlight of his crap week. Hell, the highlight of his month.
She looked around. “Where are you parked?”
“Around back.”
She gazed up at him. He couldn’t read her expression.
“Thanks for the drink,” she said.
“You bought it.”
He couldn’t read her tone either. The thrum of music seeped through the thin walls of the bar as they stood there in the light of the beer sign.
She stepped closer, and a jolt of heat went through him. She looked up at him with those bottomless brown eyes, and he knew he was in trouble. It was a bad idea to involve this girl in his investigation. Whatever useful info she might have was outweighed by the fact that she was young, and edgy, and he wanted her. And she must have seen something in his face because her eyes sparked.
She went up on tiptoes and kissed him.
Copyright 2016 Laura Griffin

About the Author:

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author LAURA GRIFFIN started her career in journalism before venturing into the world of romantic suspense. She is a two-time RITA Award winner as well as the recipient of the Daphne du Maurier Award. Laura currently lives in Austin, where she is working on her next book.


Wednesday, May 18, 2016

Unwrapping a Review of AN ENCHANTED SPRING, a Mists of Fate novel by Nancy Scanlon

As a new voice in romance, Nancy Scanlon thrilled us with her time traveling tale of a girl from Boston finding herself in 13th century Ireland and falling in love with THE WINTER LAIRD. If you read book one of the Mists of Fate series then you know that Aidan MacWilliam went missing. We find out to where in AN ENCHANTED SPRING, and as I always expect of a debut author, the best is yet to come and it did.

***an advance copy provided by the author in exchange for an honest and unscripted review.


Nancy Scanlon continues the time-bending saga she began with THE WINTER LAIRD, pulling heroes and villains alike through the portals of time to help save their futures and find their truest loves.

A twist of fate has left Aidan MacWilliam, younger brother of a medieval Irish laird, trapped in the future. Though he’s become a successful entrepreneur in the twenty-first century, Aidan still can’t banish thoughts of the world he left behind. In search of distraction, he heads to New York to scout a publicity manager for his cousin’s matchmaking firm, Celtic Connections.

Emmaline Perkins is the perfect candidate. A PR expert and closet medievalist, Emma has always put work before her social life. When her ex-fiancĂ© resurfaces and threatens her livelihood, her home, and ultimately her safety, a new client proposes an offer she can’t refuse – a job, travel, and security.

As they fall for each other, Emma struggles to keep her professional and personal lives separate, and Aidan’s determined to meld them together. When it’s clear Emma’s ex will stop at nothing to claim her, Aidan realizes that the question is not where she’ll be safe, but when…

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Emma Perkins’s world seems to be constantly in turmoil lately between competition at work, her love life in shambles, and worry that her ex-fiancĂ© will get out of jail and follow through on his threats to come after her, it just seems easier to fall into a bottle of wine than deal. Add trying to land a new account more important to her boss than any other featuring a sexy, handsome man with more money than God and her world is definitely out of control. When she’s fired, her apartment trashed, and her bank account cleaned out, it’s the handsome billionaire who comes to her rescue, only she isn’t the type to be rescued…or so she thought.

Aidan MacWilliam disappeared from 13th C. Ireland to find himself in a modern world instead…but he has adapted and made do, and made do very well. He is now a man of property and wealth, but still he yearns to return to his home and his family in his proper time. When Colin O’Rourke asks him to go to New York City to inquire about a publicist he has in mind to help Celtic Connections expand, Aidan agrees because he hopes, in turn, she might assist him in obtaining his sword which is coming up at auction in NYC too. When he meets Emma Perkins, he knows there is more to meeting her than planned. When he discovers her in danger, it’s only natural for him to extend his protection to the woman fated to be his.

Nancy has created a wonderful cast of characters in her Mists of Fate series, of which we love to meet up with again, and again, but Aidan MacWilliam was my favorite from the beginning and I was not disappointed in how Nancy turned him into a first-class hero/gentleman/laird/Irish warrior. Emma is a strong-willed force of her own and a perfect match for the charming, and willful Irish knight in shining armor from the 13th century.

AN ENCHANTED SPRING, book two in the Mists of Fate series by Nancy Scanlon is a wonderful story filled with excitement, danger, a bit of suspense, and although, it is far more a G-rating than I usually go for in regards to sex, I actually didn’t miss it. The sexual tension blooming between Emma and Aidan is enough to blow the pages right out of the book and yet, they never actually consummate their relationship within the bindings. I love it. Aidan is one hot man and justifiably listed among my all-time favorite book boyfriends now. I started falling in love with him in THE WINTER LAIRD, but it didn’t take long to fall under the power of his charms in AN ENCHANTED SPRING.

A wonderful, and delightful story, with clever and teasing banter among Aidan and the guys - Colin, Reilly, and Cian - and Emma is a perfect addition to the Mists of Fate family. I highly recommend AN ENCHANTED SPRING by Nancy Scanlon to everyone who enjoys falling love among the pages of a sterling romance with hints of the supernatural akin to Outlander with a bevy of hot Irish Jamie Frasers in the character list. I wish I could tell you more about the happenings but I don’t want to ruin anything for anyone…these are stories to be experienced without spoilers. So if you haven’t read the first, do so and then read, and enjoy AN ENCHANTED SPRING. You won’t be disappointed. I expect even better things to come in the Mists of Fate series. Nancy is fast growing into a wonderful storyteller.

Happy Reading Everyone!

AN ENCHANTED SPRING, a Mists of Fate novel by Nancy Scanlon, Diversion Books, release date – May 24, 2016, available in print and ebook formats at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and Kobobooks.

Monday, May 9, 2016

Unwrapping a Review of NOTORIOUS, a Cassidy & Spenser Thriller by Carey Baldwin

I love good suspense and am already a fan of the Cassidy & Spenser novels by Carey Baldwin, but NOTORIOUS surprised me with more than suspense this time. This one is the best of the series so far but if you haven’t read any yet, please do—Caity and Spense are for me, the Castle and Beckett of the literary world.

***copy purchased for my own personal reading but sharing my honest and unscripted review

Blurb for NOTORIOUS:

The woman everyone loves to hate is dead.

Dallas socialite Cynthia Langhorne is infamous for her beauty, her philanthropy, and her home wrecking—until she's found shot through the heart and posed nude at a fundraising ball. The case is high profile, and there's a bigger problem: Cindy is the wife of a decorated FBI special agent—the prime suspect in her murder.

When the Bureau sends FBI profiler Atticus Spenser and forensic psychiatrist Dr. Caitlin Cassidy to Texas on behalf of Dutch Langhorne, the special agent-turned-suspect, they're suspicious of the very man whose interests they're supposed to protect. But with a psycho hitman on their heels and a trail of evidence leading up the food chain, it quickly becomes clear this is no ordinary case. The truth points to someone—or something—larger than Spenser and Cassidy ever thought possible. Solving this case is no longer a matter of clearing Dutch's name—it's a matter of national security.

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Picture it—a big fundraiser for the Governor of Texas who is planning to make a run for the White House, the venue is a prestigious and historical mansion, and everyone of importance is there, including the Governor Matt Cambridge, his wife, Heather, and his wife’s best friend, Cindy Langhorne and her husband, FBI Special Agent Dutch Langhorne. After telling her husband that she is meeting the Governor in private, Cindy promises to return to him by midnight for a dance. When she fails to reappear, Dutch goes looking for her only to find her dead in an upstairs bedroom, naked, and stretched out on the bed. Or so he claims to have found her that way…

Now the main suspect in his wife’s murder, Dutch requests two agents to come help him solve the crime—enter Spense and Caity, both of whom can’t figure out why Dutch would request them since he and Spense do not like each other at all. Soon Caity discovers the reason, and promises Dutch that she will keep the secret from Spense but only until the right time, and then Dutch must tell him the truth. In the meantime, there’s a nutcase assassin trying to head them off and keep them from finding Cindy’s diary which someone, some unknown someone, wants bad enough to kill for—and wait till you find out who the real killer is, and who that unknown someone is…fabulous. I did guess the killer, but the unknown took me totally by surprise.

NOTORIOUS, the third book in the Cassidy & Spenser Thriller series by Carey Baldwin is exceptional, action-packed, suspense filled and overflowing, and there are some absolute nail-biter moments, especially for Caity but what I enjoyed most about this installment of their adventures together in crime solving was the emotional factor. It’s all about intertwining relationships, childhood friendships, marriages filled with lies and miscommunication, family connections, and confrontations that will have you wanting to cry one moment, and cheer the next.

We’ve been waiting for something to happen between Cassidy & Spenser in a similar way as we did for Castle and Beckett. I will just say this…something happens…but I’m not saying anything more because I don’t want to spoil things for you. There is so much happening in NOTORIOUS that you just have to experience it for yourself.

If you love reading good suspense with a bit of romance thrown in for good measure, you’ll love the Cassidy & Spenser Thrillers but NOTORIOUS, I highly recommend this one because…well, I hear they’re cancelling Castle so I’m thinking Cassidy & Spenser should be our next great series to fall in love with…I already am. Read NOTORIOUS by Carey Baldwin…you can’t miss with this one. It’s got everything, sexy FBI agents, mystery, suspense, romance, and some funny moments too!

Happy Reading Everyone!

NOTORIOUS, a Cassidy & Spenser Thriller by Carey Baldwin, Witness Impulse, available now in print and ebook formats at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and Kobobooks.


Wednesday, May 4, 2016

Unwrapping a Release Promo for OUT OF THE GAME, a Kindle World Game for Love novella by Peggy Bird

a Kindle World Game for Love novella
by Peggy Bird

available now at Amazon

On her first day as the only woman orthopedic surgeon on the medical staff of an NFL team, Dr. Sydney Nelson locks horns with Isiac “Mac” Maguire, defensive coordinator for the San Francisco Outlaws. Her plan of treatment for an injured player doesn’t meet with his approval. She wins but has she made an enemy of the man local reporters call a cross between Denzel and Channing, and who Sydney finds intriguing in spite of their disagreement?

Mac Maguire is totally focused on his team. He warns women he dates that he doesn’t do serious and he doesn’t stay overnight. And he never hooks up with someone he works with. Then the beautiful Dr. Nelson goes toe-to-toe with him over Cole Taylor’s dislocated shoulder. She doesn’t crumble in the face of his intimidation tactics and seems to care as much about his players’ health and safety as he does. Could he break his rules for her?

If they can get over their initial meeting, Mac and Sydney might have a chance to connect off the field and find a happily-ever-after that’ll make both of them winners.

***OUT OF THE GAME by Peggy Bird is one of the Kindle World series created by Bella Andre. To see what other fab books are in the series, please click HERE.

OUT OF THE GAME will have you falling in love and smiling at the end like you just won the Super Bowl of Romance.

Happy Reading Everyone!

About the Author:

Peggy Bird is a writer and glass artist who lives and works in Vancouver, Washington across the Columbia River from Portland, Oregon where many of her stories are set and where her three daughters, four grandchildren, and two granddogs live.