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RELEASE DAY BLITZ! HER HEART’S DESIRE by Linda Joyce
Posted by The Literary Melting Pot in Uncategorized on August 18, 2015
Artist Amelia Britton battles her older brother for the right to remain on the family farm—their inheritance after their parents’ tragic deaths—she faces a looming mortgage, weather threatens to destroy her crops, and the man she secretly loves only sees her as Craig’s little sister.
After serving his country in Afghanistan, Lucas Dwyer expected to return home to his family’s farm, but the bank foreclosed. Undeterred, he begins combining-for-hire to support his younger sister in college. His best friend convinces him to discourage local guys from dating Amelia. Craig wants her back in the city, farming is too hard for a woman alone. Only one problem—Lucas has fallen in love with Amelia.
With family, the bank, and the weather conspiring against them, can Amelia and Lucas ever hope to grow the love blooming between them?
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“If I say, ‘I love your sister and want to marry her,’ he’ll laugh his ass off, or worse yet, when he finds out what just transpired, he’ll want a duel at dawn. How did a man born and raised in the country come to equate vast open spaces, glorious sunsets, and fresh everything with an inferior lifestyle?”
“Are you speaking to me, young man?” An older man approached on the sidewalk. His cane tapped against the pavement as he walked.
“No, sir. Talking to myself.”
“Crazy are you?” the man asked as he continued walking.
“Yep. Crazy about a woman.”
“Continue on, then,” the man said as he passed. “Try telling her about it rather than talking to strangers.”
Linda Joyce 
is an award-winning contemporary romance author born on Christmas Eve. Her Louisiana family’s roots run deep, and they’re intertwined with her Japanese heritage. Her vagabond childhood afforded her a variety of travel opportunities. Now she lives in Atlanta, Georgia with her husband and their three dogs: General Beauregard, Gentleman Jack, and Masterpiece Renoir.
is an award-winning contemporary romance author born on Christmas Eve. Her Louisiana family’s roots run deep, and they’re intertwined with her Japanese heritage. Her vagabond childhood afforded her a variety of travel opportunities. Now she lives in Atlanta, Georgia with her husband and their three dogs: General Beauregard, Gentleman Jack, and Masterpiece Renoir.Linda penned her first manuscript while living in Japan as a U.S. Air Force dependent. Her classmates lined up at recess to read her latest pages. During high school in Florida, a literary magazine published her poetry. In college, she worked on the school’s newspaper as a reporter and learned layout and design.
A graduate of the University of Florida, Linda holds a Bachelor of Science in Management. She worked in corporate America, earned the Senior Claims Law Associate professional designation, and completed Six Sigma Green Belt training.
Linda is a self-professed foodie and has the kitchen of her dreams. She enjoys painting when she can fit it in. She and her husband, Don, love college football. They frequently go RVing, and at last count, they’ve traveled to twenty-one states with “the
boys.”
boys.”
RELEASE DAY BLITZ! RYAN REVISITED by @authorsamdavis
Posted by The Literary Melting Pot in Book News, Reviews on June 14, 2015
Ryan Revisited by Sam Davis
When
you don’t have any idea who you are, how do you decide who you want to be?
you don’t have any idea who you are, how do you decide who you want to be?
Who is
Ryan Ester? The Southern-belle-in-training her estranged father wants her to
be? The laid-back Montana girl she became after her parents’ divorce? Or
someone she has to discover on her own?
Ryan Ester? The Southern-belle-in-training her estranged father wants her to
be? The laid-back Montana girl she became after her parents’ divorce? Or
someone she has to discover on her own?
When
Ryan’s only shot at going to college is on her father’s dime, Ryan leaves
Bluffs, Montana to return to the antebellum South she once called home. As if
the move wasn’t hard enough, Ryan’s first love, who recently left her a
broken-hearted mess, has a scholarship to none other than Ryan’s destination,
the University of the South.
Ryan’s only shot at going to college is on her father’s dime, Ryan leaves
Bluffs, Montana to return to the antebellum South she once called home. As if
the move wasn’t hard enough, Ryan’s first love, who recently left her a
broken-hearted mess, has a scholarship to none other than Ryan’s destination,
the University of the South.
Ryan
Ester may not know who she is, but she sure as heck knows who she doesn’t want
to become. As she tries to navigate scandal, heartache, and the unbearable
pressure to look and act perfect every waking second, she resents being pushed
by everyone who wants to decide for her. For the sake of her own sanity and the
hearts of those she cares most about, she will have to find a way to forge her
own path.
Ester may not know who she is, but she sure as heck knows who she doesn’t want
to become. As she tries to navigate scandal, heartache, and the unbearable
pressure to look and act perfect every waking second, she resents being pushed
by everyone who wants to decide for her. For the sake of her own sanity and the
hearts of those she cares most about, she will have to find a way to forge her
own path.
RYAN
REVISITED is the story of a young woman’s search for identity. For serenity.
For the perfect landing spot for her aching heart.
REVISITED is the story of a young woman’s search for identity. For serenity.
For the perfect landing spot for her aching heart.
Author’s Note:
RYAN REVISITED is also suitable for Mature YA readers as it does not
contain graphic sexual situations.
contain graphic sexual situations.
“You’re changing,
Ryan. This isn’t you.”
Ryan. This isn’t you.”
“If you’re so
disgusted with my choices and you think I’ve changed so much, then why do you
even keep talking to me?”
disgusted with my choices and you think I’ve changed so much, then why do you
even keep talking to me?”
“Because I keep thinking …” Manny looked
into my eyes. “I keep hoping I’m wrong.”
into my eyes. “I keep hoping I’m wrong.”
Excerpt 2:
“You
just don’t understand. You don’t understand how it is,” I told him.
just don’t understand. You don’t understand how it is,” I told him.
“I’m not trying to
interfere in your life, Ryan. I get that you have a life at U South that
doesn’t include me, one I don’t fit into.”
interfere in your life, Ryan. I get that you have a life at U South that
doesn’t include me, one I don’t fit into.”
“No, you don’t get
it. I don’t live a double life.”
it. I don’t live a double life.”
“Don’t worry about
it, Ryan. I’ll stay in the life where I belong—I won’t try to find a place in
your other one.”
it, Ryan. I’ll stay in the life where I belong—I won’t try to find a place in
your other one.”
“Don’t be so
dramatic.” Before I could stop my father’s words, they came out at Manny.
dramatic.” Before I could stop my father’s words, they came out at Manny.
“Who are you,
Ryan?”
Ryan?”
How could he say
that to me? After everything I was so honest about with him, how could he? “Goodbye,
Manny.” I turned around and walked to my room, slamming the door behind me.
Refusing to ever hear Manny ask me that again.
that to me? After everything I was so honest about with him, how could he? “Goodbye,
Manny.” I turned around and walked to my room, slamming the door behind me.
Refusing to ever hear Manny ask me that again.
Sam
Davis loves to write tucked away in her cave with a large sweet iced tea and
the occasional (grossly understated) chocolate vice. She lives in Texas now
with her hunky husband and three young daughters, but she was born in Georgia
and went to high school under the beautiful Big Sky of Montana. Due to Sam’s
nearly alarming obsessive personality and lack of gumption to act her age, she
spends too much time reading YA and NA books, watching the CW, using emoticons
and hashtags, shopping at Nordstrom BP, and writing anything and everything,
anywhere and everywhere. She loves to eat, Jillian Michaels (in that order),
Nutella, going to the movies, the written word, Jesus, Auburn football, Ron
Pope, Big Sky Country, and every kind of person.
Davis loves to write tucked away in her cave with a large sweet iced tea and
the occasional (grossly understated) chocolate vice. She lives in Texas now
with her hunky husband and three young daughters, but she was born in Georgia
and went to high school under the beautiful Big Sky of Montana. Due to Sam’s
nearly alarming obsessive personality and lack of gumption to act her age, she
spends too much time reading YA and NA books, watching the CW, using emoticons
and hashtags, shopping at Nordstrom BP, and writing anything and everything,
anywhere and everywhere. She loves to eat, Jillian Michaels (in that order),
Nutella, going to the movies, the written word, Jesus, Auburn football, Ron
Pope, Big Sky Country, and every kind of person.
Release Day Blitz! THE PLAYER by @DeniseMSwank
Posted by The Literary Melting Pot in Book News on June 2, 2015
Book two in the USA Today bestselling Wedding Pact
series.
series.
Divorce attorney Blair Hansen is convinced that marriage
should be based on practicality, not passion. But as her own wedding
approaches, she finds herself remembering her law school boyfriend, the only
man she’s ever loved, and regretting what might have been. Then a twist of fate
lands Garrett back in her life, and the man who loomed large in her past is
suddenly casting a shadow over her wedding, making her question everything. To
complicate matters further, the job she loves is in peril, and she can feel the
‘perfect’ life she’s fashioned for herself start to crumble under her feet.
Could everything she’s believed about life and love be wrong?
should be based on practicality, not passion. But as her own wedding
approaches, she finds herself remembering her law school boyfriend, the only
man she’s ever loved, and regretting what might have been. Then a twist of fate
lands Garrett back in her life, and the man who loomed large in her past is
suddenly casting a shadow over her wedding, making her question everything. To
complicate matters further, the job she loves is in peril, and she can feel the
‘perfect’ life she’s fashioned for herself start to crumble under her feet.
Could everything she’s believed about life and love be wrong?
Garrett Lowry is a divorce attorney who’s ready to settle
down. The problem is that he can’t find a woman who suits him nearly as well as
the one he loved and lost. He broke her heart by playing the field after their
break up—something he’s always regretted. But after months of pining for Blair,
Garrett stumbles across her in a freak coincidence—and then destiny keeps
throwing them together, the coincidences becoming ever more unlikely. He’s
convinced it’s a sign they should give their love a second chance, but Blair is
engaged to another man—a man who is absolutely wrong for her.
down. The problem is that he can’t find a woman who suits him nearly as well as
the one he loved and lost. He broke her heart by playing the field after their
break up—something he’s always regretted. But after months of pining for Blair,
Garrett stumbles across her in a freak coincidence—and then destiny keeps
throwing them together, the coincidences becoming ever more unlikely. He’s
convinced it’s a sign they should give their love a second chance, but Blair is
engaged to another man—a man who is absolutely wrong for her.
Can Garrett convince Blair that a player once isn’t a player
forever, and that happy endings aren’t just for dreamers?
forever, and that happy endings aren’t just for dreamers?
New York Times and
USA Today bestselling author Denise Grover Swank was born in Kansas City,
Missouri and lived in the area until she was nineteen. Then she became a
nomadic gypsy, living in five cities, four states and ten houses over the
course of ten years before she moved back to her roots. She speaks English and
smattering of Spanish and Chinese which she learned through an intensive Nick
Jr. immersion period. Her hobbies include witty Facebook comments (in own
her mind) and dancing in her kitchen with her children. (Quite badly if you
believe her offspring.) Hidden talents include the gift of justification and
the ability to drink massive amounts of caffeine and still fall asleep within
two minutes. Her lack of the sense of smell allows her to
USA Today bestselling author Denise Grover Swank was born in Kansas City,
Missouri and lived in the area until she was nineteen. Then she became a
nomadic gypsy, living in five cities, four states and ten houses over the
course of ten years before she moved back to her roots. She speaks English and
smattering of Spanish and Chinese which she learned through an intensive Nick
Jr. immersion period. Her hobbies include witty Facebook comments (in own
her mind) and dancing in her kitchen with her children. (Quite badly if you
believe her offspring.) Hidden talents include the gift of justification and
the ability to drink massive amounts of caffeine and still fall asleep within
two minutes. Her lack of the sense of smell allows her to
perform many
unspeakable tasks.
unspeakable tasks.
She has six
children and hasn’t lost her sanity.
children and hasn’t lost her sanity.
Or so she leads you
to believe.
to believe.
The shock on Blair’s face matched his own surprise at
his out-of-nowhere declaration.
his out-of-nowhere declaration.
Nana Ruby was going to kill him.
He’d had no intention of laying claim to the ring,
and in truth, he could give a rat’s ass about it. But damned if he was going to
stand by and let his punk cousin marry Blair, let alone with that ring.
and in truth, he could give a rat’s ass about it. But damned if he was going to
stand by and let his punk cousin marry Blair, let alone with that ring.
Now, instead of diffusing the situation, he’d
ratcheted it up to Def-Con 1. Jesus, he had to get things under control.
ratcheted it up to Def-Con 1. Jesus, he had to get things under control.
“I won’t rip the ring off the bride-to-be’s hand, if
that’s what you concerned about,” he said, dropping Blair’s hand and trying to
control his racing heart. “We’ll wait for Nana to come tomorrow night. She can
help make the decision.”
that’s what you concerned about,” he said, dropping Blair’s hand and trying to
control his racing heart. “We’ll wait for Nana to come tomorrow night. She can
help make the decision.”
This brought on a new round of shouting and dismay.
Whiney Neil tossed out the phrase “you’re her favorite.” While that was
probably true, he doubted Nana could help him get the girl, which was his real
goal. That one was all on him.
Whiney Neil tossed out the phrase “you’re her favorite.” While that was
probably true, he doubted Nana could help him get the girl, which was his real
goal. That one was all on him.
Blair looked on in confusion, making it abundantly
clear they’d kept her in the dark about the questionable ownership of her ring.
But soon her bewilderment turned to anger as she narrowed her eyes at
him.
clear they’d kept her in the dark about the questionable ownership of her ring.
But soon her bewilderment turned to anger as she narrowed her eyes at
him.
“It’s time for all of you to pay up,” his aunt said
shaking the plastic cat jar. “Blair, you got off easy this time. You only owe a
dollar. Neil, you owe two, and you, Gene Neilson Fredrick, must owe at least
five between the drinking and the cursing.”
shaking the plastic cat jar. “Blair, you got off easy this time. You only owe a
dollar. Neil, you owe two, and you, Gene Neilson Fredrick, must owe at least
five between the drinking and the cursing.”
Uncle Gene and Aunt Debra had a stare off for several
seconds before Gene caved. He must have decided to choose his battles because
he dug out his wallet and sheepishly stuck a five-dollar bill into the jar.
Neil put in his money and Garrett handed over a dollar when Debra shoved the
jar in Blair’s direction.
seconds before Gene caved. He must have decided to choose his battles because
he dug out his wallet and sheepishly stuck a five-dollar bill into the jar.
Neil put in his money and Garrett handed over a dollar when Debra shoved the
jar in Blair’s direction.
His aunt scowled at him. “Surprisingly, you don’t owe
anything.”
anything.”
Garrett tucked his money into the jar and winked at
Blair. “Oh, this is for the bride. Call it an early wedding gift. But it this
is for cursing, as the label suggests, you owe some money yourself, Aunt
Debra.” His eyebrows rose with mock recrimination.
Blair. “Oh, this is for the bride. Call it an early wedding gift. But it this
is for cursing, as the label suggests, you owe some money yourself, Aunt
Debra.” His eyebrows rose with mock recrimination.
“And I do believe I need to have a discussion with my
mother about my true parentage. No one ever told me I was a bastard.”
mother about my true parentage. No one ever told me I was a bastard.”
Debra’s face turned red, although Garrett couldn’t
tell if it was from
tell if it was from
embarrassment or anger. Probably both.
He’d earned a scowl from Blair for donating the money
on her behalf, but now he could tell she was trying to hold back a grin.
on her behalf, but now he could tell she was trying to hold back a grin.
“That was an unfortunate loss of self-control.”
The woman’s face twisted into disgust as she pulled her wallet out of her purse
and pulled out one dollar. She screwed an indignant expression on her face.
“The Lowrys seem to bring out the worst in me.”
The woman’s face twisted into disgust as she pulled her wallet out of her purse
and pulled out one dollar. She screwed an indignant expression on her face.
“The Lowrys seem to bring out the worst in me.”
Blair tipped her head, her eyes dancing with
mischief. “Actually, Debra, you owe two dollars. One for informing your nephew
of his illegitimacy and the second for spelling out the home of you know
who.”
mischief. “Actually, Debra, you owe two dollars. One for informing your nephew
of his illegitimacy and the second for spelling out the home of you know
who.”
Debra’s eyes widened in shock.
“Blair!” Neil cried out in horror.
Garrett knew the Fredricks liked to tiptoe around his
aunt’s self-righteous attitude.
aunt’s self-righteous attitude.
He was glad to see Blair hadn’t kowtowed like the
rest of them.
rest of them.
“You know who?” Garrett asked in amusement. He
couldn’t help but take pleasure in riling up his aunt and irritating his
cousin. Especially since Blair seemed to find Debra as obnoxious as he did.
“Dare I ask who that is?”
couldn’t help but take pleasure in riling up his aunt and irritating his
cousin. Especially since Blair seemed to find Debra as obnoxious as he did.
“Dare I ask who that is?”
Blair lifted her eyebrows. “Why, the prince of
darkness himself.”
darkness himself.”
“Lord Voldemort?” Garrett teased, shooting his aunt
an amused look.
an amused look.
She wasn’t so pleased. “Who is this Lord Voldemort
you keep talking about? Do we need to add him to the kitty list?”
you keep talking about? Do we need to add him to the kitty list?”
Garrett burst out into laughter. He was surprised his
aunt didn’t already know about the notorious villain.
aunt didn’t already know about the notorious villain.
“No, Mom,” Neil said. “He’s a character from a
children’s book, which explains why Garrett is so enthralled with him.”
children’s book, which explains why Garrett is so enthralled with him.”
Garrett noticed he left Blair off the naughty list,
but it didn’t stop him from giving her a look of reproach. She glanced away,
trying to hide her grin.
but it didn’t stop him from giving her a look of reproach. She glanced away,
trying to hide her grin.
So his Blair was still there, lurking below the prim
and proper exterior. Just like he’d found her years ago.
and proper exterior. Just like he’d found her years ago.
RELEASE DAY BLITZ! BACK FOR SECONDS by Ginger Voight
Posted by The Literary Melting Pot in Book News on May 1, 2015
***Novel Contains Mature Content***
Joely Morgan never expected to start
her life over again just months shy of the Big 4-0. But she didn’t expect her
husband to cheat on her either. She packs up her kids and heads home to Mom—who
happens to own the most popular restaurant in town. Joely immediately throws
herself into emotionally charged cooking, and her passion-infused sweets are an
instant hit.
her life over again just months shy of the Big 4-0. But she didn’t expect her
husband to cheat on her either. She packs up her kids and heads home to Mom—who
happens to own the most popular restaurant in town. Joely immediately throws
herself into emotionally charged cooking, and her passion-infused sweets are an
instant hit.
Xander Davy, the much younger,
good-looking, smooth-talking restaurant manager, can’t help but notice the new,
attractive addition to his kitchen. The only problem, as he sees it, is that
she doesn’t seem to know how desirable she is. He quickly decides to remind
Joely what it means to feel like a sensual woman again.
good-looking, smooth-talking restaurant manager, can’t help but notice the new,
attractive addition to his kitchen. The only problem, as he sees it, is that
she doesn’t seem to know how desirable she is. He quickly decides to remind
Joely what it means to feel like a sensual woman again.
Xander’s shameless pursuit makes Joely’s
soon-to-be ex rethink letting her go. He uses the children to try to get Joely
back, but their sixteen-year-old daughter has other plans. She’s fallen head
over heels with none other than Xander, who has his sights set firmly on her
mother.
soon-to-be ex rethink letting her go. He uses the children to try to get Joely
back, but their sixteen-year-old daughter has other plans. She’s fallen head
over heels with none other than Xander, who has his sights set firmly on her
mother.
In BACK FOR SECONDS, author Ginger
Voight serves up a heaping amount of sensuality and angst in a tale of sexual
and personal awakening, one that examines reclaiming womanhood no matter where
you are in life.
Voight serves up a heaping amount of sensuality and angst in a tale of sexual
and personal awakening, one that examines reclaiming womanhood no matter where
you are in life.
***Excerpt Contains Mature Content***
When she returned to the house, she met a delivery driver at the
door, who carried a large white box. “Miss Morgan?” he asked.
door, who carried a large white box. “Miss Morgan?” he asked.
She fought the urge to correct him and say, “Mrs. Morgan,”
considering, like Xander and Novanna had said, that wasn’t who she was anymore.
“Yes,” she said as she approached.
considering, like Xander and Novanna had said, that wasn’t who she was anymore.
“Yes,” she said as she approached.
“Package for you,” he said as he handed it off.
She fished a few dollars from her purse to tip the young man
before carrying the large parcel into the house and up the stairs. She didn’t
stop until she reached the bedroom, where she deposited the box onto her bed.
Before she could rip it open, her phone rang.
before carrying the large parcel into the house and up the stairs. She didn’t
stop until she reached the bedroom, where she deposited the box onto her bed.
Before she could rip it open, her phone rang.
It was Xander.
“Good morning,” he crooned into her ear.
“I assume you had something to do with this,” she said as she sat
on the bed next to her gift.
on the bed next to her gift.
“Guilty as charged,” he admitted happily. “Open it.”
She put him on speakerphone before she lifted the top of the box
away and moved the tissue aside to reveal a silky black and lace dress. “Oh,
Xander,” she murmured as she withdrew it, revealing a flowing skirt, snug
bodice with a sweetheart neckline that dipped low in front. The wide straps
were made of lace and the style was much like the other 50s-inspired clothing
he’d selected for her. He clearly preferred retro glamour. “It’s lovely.”
away and moved the tissue aside to reveal a silky black and lace dress. “Oh,
Xander,” she murmured as she withdrew it, revealing a flowing skirt, snug
bodice with a sweetheart neckline that dipped low in front. The wide straps
were made of lace and the style was much like the other 50s-inspired clothing
he’d selected for her. He clearly preferred retro glamour. “It’s lovely.”
“I’m glad you like it. I can’t wait until tonight so I can see you
in it.” She shivered in spite of herself. “There’s just one thing,” he
murmured.
in it.” She shivered in spite of herself. “There’s just one thing,” he
murmured.
“What’s that?”
“You’re not allowed to wear any underwear underneath it,” he said
in a voice so low it nearly made Joely groan out loud.
in a voice so low it nearly made Joely groan out loud.
“Allowed?” she echoed.
“That’s right. No panties. No bra. Just you. When I hold you close
to me tonight at The Ranch, I want to know that I’m just a fine bit of silk
away from fxxxxxg you right there on that dance floor. And I want everyone else
to know it, too.”
to me tonight at The Ranch, I want to know that I’m just a fine bit of silk
away from fxxxxxg you right there on that dance floor. And I want everyone else
to know it, too.”
“Xander,” she started, but he wouldn’t allow it.
“Ah, ah,” he said, and she could hear the smirk in his voice. “I’m
the one in charge, remember? And you will be a good girl and do as you’re
told.”
the one in charge, remember? And you will be a good girl and do as you’re
told.”
She could barely breathe. “Okay.”
“That’s not all,” he said. “I want you to drop off the kids
wearing this dress.”
wearing this dress.”
Her heart nearly stopped. “Why?”
“I want him to see what he threw away.”
She made a face he couldn’t see. “He won’t care,” she said.
“Yes, he will,” Xander promised. “Because somewhere deep down
he’ll know that this weekend you belong to someone new.”
he’ll know that this weekend you belong to someone new.”
Ginger Voight is a
screenwriter and bestselling author with over twenty published titles in
fiction and nonfiction. She covers everything from travel to politics in
nonfiction, as well as romance, paranormal, and dark, “ripped from the
headlines” topics like Dirty Little Secrets.
screenwriter and bestselling author with over twenty published titles in
fiction and nonfiction. She covers everything from travel to politics in
nonfiction, as well as romance, paranormal, and dark, “ripped from the
headlines” topics like Dirty Little Secrets.
Ginger
discovered her love for writing in sixth grade, courtesy of a Halloween
assignment. From then on, writing became a place of solace, reflection, and
security. This was never more true than when she found herself homeless in L.A.
at the age of nineteen. There, she wrote her first novel, Chasing Thunder,
longhand on notebook paper, while living out of her car. Fittingly, this book
will be the first released through a traditional publisher in 2015.
discovered her love for writing in sixth grade, courtesy of a Halloween
assignment. From then on, writing became a place of solace, reflection, and
security. This was never more true than when she found herself homeless in L.A.
at the age of nineteen. There, she wrote her first novel, Chasing Thunder,
longhand on notebook paper, while living out of her car. Fittingly, this book
will be the first released through a traditional publisher in 2015.
In 1995, after
she lost her nine-day-old son, she worked through her grief by writing the
story that would eventually become The Fullerton Family Saga.
she lost her nine-day-old son, she worked through her grief by writing the
story that would eventually become The Fullerton Family Saga.
In 2011, she embarked
on a new journey—to publish romance novels starring heroines who look more like
the average American woman. These “Rubenesque” romances have
developed a following thanks to her bestselling Groupie series. Other titles,
such as the highly-rated New Adult series, Fierce, tap into the
“reality-TV” preoccupation in American entertainment, which gives her
contemporary stories a current, pop culture edge.
on a new journey—to publish romance novels starring heroines who look more like
the average American woman. These “Rubenesque” romances have
developed a following thanks to her bestselling Groupie series. Other titles,
such as the highly-rated New Adult series, Fierce, tap into the
“reality-TV” preoccupation in American entertainment, which gives her
contemporary stories a current, pop culture edge.
Known for
writing gut-twisting angst, Ginger isn’t afraid to push the envelope with
characters who are perfectly imperfect. Whether rich, poor, sweet, selfish,
gay, straight, plus-size or svelte, her characters are beautifully flawed and
three-dimensional. They populate her lavish fictional landscapes and teach us
more about the real world in which we live simply through their interactions
with each other. Ginger’s goal with every book is to give the reader a little
bit more than they were expecting, told through stories they’ll never forget.
writing gut-twisting angst, Ginger isn’t afraid to push the envelope with
characters who are perfectly imperfect. Whether rich, poor, sweet, selfish,
gay, straight, plus-size or svelte, her characters are beautifully flawed and
three-dimensional. They populate her lavish fictional landscapes and teach us
more about the real world in which we live simply through their interactions
with each other. Ginger’s goal with every book is to give the reader a little
bit more than they were expecting, told through stories they’ll never forget.
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