Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Excerpt Reveal for Lauren Layne: LOVE STORY Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway January 18th!


Over the course of one wild road trip, 
feuding childhood sweethearts get a second chance at love.


LOVE STORY
a Love Unexpectedly novel
Lauren Layne
Releasing February 14th, 2017
Loveswept



Over the course of one wild road trip, feuding childhood sweethearts get a second chance at love in this charming rom-com—a standalone novel from the New York Times bestselling author of Blurred Lines and Good Girl.

When Lucy Hawkins receives a job offer in San Francisco, she can’t wait to spread her wings and leave her small Virginia hometown behind. Her close-knit family supports her as best they can, by handing over the keys to a station wagon that’s seen better days. The catch? The cross-country trip comes with a traveling companion: her older brother’s best friend, aka the guy who took Lucy’s virginity hours before breaking her heart.

After spending the past four years and every last dime caring for his sick father, Reece Sullivan will do just about anything to break free of the painful memories—even if it means a two-week road trip with the one girl who’s ever made it past his carefully guarded exterior. But after long days of bickering in the car turn into steamy nights in secluded motel rooms, Reece learns that, when it comes to Lucy, their story is far from over. And this time, they just might have a shot at a happy ending.

Although listed as a title in the Love Unexpectedly Series, all books in the series stand alone.





“Spock, we’re giving you Horny!” my mom blurts out, apparently fed up with my denseness.

Her utterance is too much for my siblings to handle and they both burst out laughing, retreating into the kitchen to rejoin the party where there’s wine.

Oh what I wouldn’t give for wine right now.

“I, um . . . you’re giving me the car?” I ask.

“Because yours broke down,” my dad explains, walking forward to thump Horny’s dented hood.

“And this one’s . . . not broken down?” I ask skeptically.

Look, it’s not that I’m not grateful. My parents are trying to give me a car, I appreciate the sweetness of the gesture, it’s just . . .

Here’s the thing about Horny: he barely got us three kids through high school. I mean, Horny is the car that sputtered and shook making it the 3.2 miles to Jefferson High, no matter who was behind the wheel.

I’m even going to come all the way clean here and say that early on in my freshmen year, I was embarrassed showing up in Horny. Then I realized I was lucky to have a car at all, and well . . . I dunno, I guess Horny became a part of us Hawkins kids’ charm, because the station wagon was practically an institution from Craig’s high school reign all the way through Brandi’s.

But poor Horny quit working years ago. Much to Brandi’s chagrin, he gave up the ghost a mere two months before her high school graduation, and she spent the last bit of her senior year being picked up by my parents.

“He’s going to take you to California,” Dad says, giving the car another thump.

“Really?” I step forward and run a tentative finger along the familiar panel. He’s had a bath, so at least that’s something. “Because last I knew, he wouldn’t even make it out of the garage.”

“Yeah, well, we neglected him for a while, but he’s right as rain now,” Dad says, puffing out his chest as though Horny’s a fourth child.

“Like, as in he actually starts?”

“Purrs like a kitten,” my mom says with an emphatic nod, even though I know she doesn’t even like cats. “We didn’t believe it, but we took him to church on Sunday and there were no issues.”

I literally bite my tongue to keep from pointing out that this is hardly a feat. Sacred Presbyterian is 0.8 miles away from the house.

“You took Horny into a shop?” I ask, starting to warm to the idea of having a car again. I’m a little touched, actually. Money is tight for my parents. Dad’s a PE teacher, and Mom gives a mean winery tour, but the gig’s never paid much.

“Not exactly, it was more of a bartering situation,” Mom says.

“Yeah?” I say, going around to the driver’s seat, already giddy with the prospect of telling Oscar I’ll be able to come see him in Miami after all, even if I won’t exactly be riding in style.

“Reece agreed to fix him up.”

I’m lowering myself into the car as my dad says this, but I reverse so quickly I hit my head. My skull doesn’t even register the pain, because I’m too busy registering the hurt in my heart at the familiar name. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Reece,” my mom says, giving me a bemused look. “He’s always been handy with cars.”

“He fixed up the car in exchange for what?”

And then I feel—I actually feel—the air change around me as the side door to the garage opens, and a new presence sucks all the air out of the space.

I don’t turn around. I don’t move. But I feel his eyes on me. Over me.

“Reece is headed out to California too,” my oblivious mother chatters on. “It worked out perfectly actually. Now you two can ride together, and your dad and I don’t have to worry about you alone in the middle of nowhere with a twenty-something-year-old car.

They think the car is going to be the problem here? It’s not the car that’s toxic to me. It’s him.

Reece Sullivan. My brother’s best friend. My parents’ “other son.”

Slowly I force myself to turn, and even though I’m prepped, the force of that ice-blue gaze still does something dangerous to me.

He winks, quick and cocky, and I suck in a breath, and I have to wonder . . .

I wonder if my parents would feel differently about their little plan if they knew that their makeshift mechanic is the same guy that popped my cherry six years earlier under their very roof.

And then broke my heart twenty-four hours later.



Lauren Layne is the USA Today bestselling author of more than a dozen romantic comedies. She lives in New York City with her husband (who was her high school sweetheart--cute, right?!) and plus-sized Pomeranian.

In 2011, she ditched her corporate career in Seattle to pursue a full-time writing career in Manhattan, and never looked back.

In her ideal world, every stiletto-wearing, Kate Spade wielding woman would carry a Kindle stocked with Lauren Layne books.


For a list of all her works, please be sure to check out her official website!



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Friday, January 13, 2017

SWEET SOUTHERN HEARTS by Susan Schild Read an Excerpt & Enter the Giveaway January 9-20,2017


a humorous, heartwarming story of 
new beginnings, do-overs, and self-discovery… 



SWEET SOUTHERN HEARTS
Willow Hill Series #3
Susan Schild
Releasing Jan 10th, 2017
Lyrical Press



Susan Schild welcomes you back to the offbeat Southern town of Willow Hill, North Carolina, for a humorous, heartwarming story of new beginnings, do-overs, and self-discovery… 


When it comes to marriage, third time’s the charm for Linny Taylor. She’s thrilled to be on her honeymoon with Jack Avery, Willow Hill’s handsome veterinarian. But just like the hair-raising white water rafting trip Jack persuades her to take, newlywed life has plenty of dips and bumps.

Jack’s twelve-year-old son is resisting all Linny’s efforts to be the perfect stepmother, while her own mother, Dottie, begs her to tag along on the first week of a free-wheeling RV adventure. Who knew women “of a certain age” could drum up so much trouble? No sooner is Linny sighing with relief at being back home than she’s helping her frazzled sister with a new baby…and dealing with an unexpected legacy from her late ex. Life is fuller—and richer—than she ever imagined, but if there’s one thing Linny’s learned by now, it’s that there’s always room for another sweet surprise…



Jack strode toward her in his Levi’s and the dark green T-shirt she’d picked out for him—the extra long one that that fit his tall, rangy frame and was also the exact color of his pine green eyes. Her shivering lessening, she grinned at him.
Let’s warm you up, shug.” He wrapped her in one of his large and slightly doggy-smelling fleece he’d gotten from the truck and began to rub her shoulders.
She leaned in to him, enjoying the warmth and solid heft of him, and rested her head against his broad shoulder. “Okay.” Hugging him always made her feel safe, like finally arriving home after a long, arduous trip.
On the way back to the cabin Jack cast her a sideways glance from the driver’s seat of the truck. “Did you have a good time?”
I did.” Linny sighed. “This has been the best honeymoon ever.” As soon as the words left her mouth, she felt her face flame. Why had she said that? She wasn’t ranking her three honeymoons, holding up cards like the skating judges with numbers one through ten printed on them. Linny shot him a glance to see how hurt he looked, but he just patted her knee and whistled between his teeth as he adjusted the rearview mirror.
Linny shook her head. She’d drive herself crazy yet.
The tires of Jack’s red truck crunched on the gravel as they pulled up beside their hideaway. Linny took Jack’s hand as they walked up the front path, admiring the square-cut logs and clean lines of the two-room rustic log cabin. She’d rented it after obsessively comparing reviews on travel websites. Perched on a high ridge, their cabin was skirted by lush pink rhododendron and gave long-range views of the green and blue patchwork quilt of the valley laid out before it. She’d chosen the perfect, cozy honeymoon spot.
Linny took a quick shower, dried her hair, and slipped on a cool floral sundress. Jack was on the front porch playing his guitar, and she smiled as she heard him strumming. Padding barefoot to the tiny kitchen, she opened a beer for Jack and poured herself a glass of the crisp Pinot Grigio they’d bought at the vineyard the day before.
Pushing open the screen door with her hip, she handed Jack his beer. He sat in a rocker, cradling the guitar. A self-taught musician, Jack was still self-conscious about his mistakes, but he was coming along fast. He took a draw of beer, put the bottle on the floor, and eased into the opening chords of James Taylor’s “Carolina in My Mind.” Giving her a sorry-if-I-mess-up smile, he began to sing quietly in his warm tenor.
Leaning against the railing, arms crossed, she watched him and felt a wave of contentment. She held out her hand and examined her glittering ring, made from the emeralds Jack and Neal had dug out of a gem mine especially for her. Unbeknownst to her, the father-son adventure weekend they’d taken last summer was for the express purpose of finding stones for her ring. To have Neal involved in the gem hunt was a majorly smart move on Jack’s part, especially because her stepson still watched her warily, worried that she’d try to replace his mother. The stones weren’t particularly high quality, but Linny didn’t care. She loved the ring.
Jack missed a chord and winced. Noticing her ring studying, a smile played at his lips.
Linny smiled back. Ruthie, the office manager in Jack’s veterinary practice, said that after Vera divorced Jack, some women clients feigned reasons to bring their pets in for appointments just to spend time with him. “A woman with a poodle named Precious claimed the dog had ADHD, and another time a tummy ache-toothache-itching issue,” she’d said, rolling her eyes and patting Linny’s arm. “So glad he fell for you.”
Thank goodness he was the type of man who was oblivious to his own charms, unlike her late hound-dog of a second husband. But banish the thought. She wasn’t going to allow regrets to tarnish the present. Linny slid into the rocking chair beside his and sipped her wine. After a moment she began to softly sing along with him. No volume from her. She was prone to sudden scale changes and croaks.
A phone trilled from the kitchen and Jack gave her a smile as he put down the guitar and went to take the call.
His son, Neal—her new stepson, she reminded herself—had called to talk with his dad twice each of the three nights they’d been on their honeymoon. Was that normal for a twelve-year-old? A lot of the other stepmothers in the Bodacious Bonus Moms—the online support and advice blog she'd been reading voraciously for the last few months—complained about their teenage stepchildren not sharing a word with them or their husbands because they were too busy texting and Snapchatting friends.
Linny took a sip of wine and thought about it. How much did Neal’s clinginess have to do with his mother, Vera, and her new husband bickering? Petite Vera, with her little-girl voice and perfect white-blond loveliness, reminded Linny of an airy, sweet pink confection, but with her sense of entitlement and demands, she was no cream puff. Her husband, Chaz, was a trial lawyer, and no pushover either. She could see why they butted heads. And with Vera’s moneyed background and silver-spoon tastes, her wealthy new husband getting into hot water and losing a lot of his—no, their—money probably didn’t sit well with her. Linny felt a flash of mean-spirited pleasure that perfect Vera was having problems, then chided herself. Tension in that household hurt Neal and she didn’t want that.
Jack came back to the porch, rubbing a spot between his brows and talking on the phone in that soothing voice he used with scared animals at his veterinary clinic. “So they’re fighting nonstop. Can you just go to your room and turn on the white noise app on your phone?” He paused and scowled. “That loud, huh?”
Jack looked at her. “Can you hold on, buddy?” He put the phone to his chest, his expression serious. “He’s crying and he never cries. I’d send him to the grandparents, but they’re all out of town.”
Linny inhaled sharply and racked her brain. “My sister loves Neal to pieces, but she’s so overwhelmed with her new baby. I could call her, though…” she said.
Jack shook his head slowly, his face tight. “We need to go home, Lin. Neal needs us.”
Linny nodded mutely, feeling bereft. There went her week-long honeymoon, right out the window. She gazed off for one last long look at the rolling land of the valley and slumped in her chair.
Jack spoke to Neal calmly. “We’ll be back this evening and you’re going to come stay with us for a while until things simmer down.” He paused, listening, and his voice grew firm. “I don’t care if your mama doesn’t like it. I’ll deal with her. Right now, everybody needs to just settle down.” He ended the call and sent her an apologetic look. “Lin…” he began.
She held up a hand and tried to smile. “I understand, Jack. I really do.” Rising, she trudged in to begin packing, trying to fight the disappointment crashing down on her like a great wave. She and Jack had the rest of their lives to spend together, she reasoned, but it didn’t help.
Vera and Chaz were selfish, Linny thought as she thunked the milk, yogurt, and luncheon meat into the cooler she was packing with unnecessary vigor.
Gathering their toiletries and clothes to put in the suitcase, her heart squeezed for Neal. The last thing a sensitive boy like him needed was a ringside seat to the fight of the century. Going home was the right thing to do.


“This charming and well observed novel about finding the courage to love after loss will make you smile as well as cry more than a few happy tears.  Be prepared for a story of true tenderness, humor, and sometimes nail biting tension. Sweet Southern Hearts delivers all this and more.” --Holly Chamberlin, author of Summer with my Sisters







Susan Schild writes wholesome and sunny Southern fiction. She likes stories about charming men, missing money, adventuresome women, sweet dogs, and happily ever afters at any age.


Susan is a wife and a stepmother. She enjoys rummaging through thrift store for treasures like four dollar cashmere sweaters and amateur watercolor paintings. She likes taking walks with her Lab mix, Tucker, and his buddies. She and her family live in North Carolina.

Susan has used her professional background as a psychotherapist and a management consultant to add authenticity to her characters.

SWEET SOUTHERN HEARTS, the final book in the Willow Hill series, will be released in January of 2017. Readers can look forward to more adventures, new beaus, sinister ministers, lovebirds over fifty, a road trip for Mama and her pals, and maybe even an “I Do”...or two.

You can follow Susan on Facebook, Twitter and on her website or subscribe to her quarterly newsletter for inside scoop, sneak peeks and giveaways.



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Thursday, January 12, 2017

Book Club Thursday: Clearing Off The Bookshelves




Hi Readers! Thanks for joining us here at Book Club Thursday. This week, my friends and fellow bloggers are Clearing off the Bookshelves. This is a way to try to make a dent in that gigantic TBR pile that we have. So we are each choosing a book that is at least six months old or older. I fell behind on longtime favorite Sherrilyn Kenyon, and I can't believe this is where I left off, in 2011!


The Guardian
Sherrilyn Kenyon
Published November 2011 by St. Martin's Press
Dream-Hunter Lydia has been charged with the most sacred and dangerous of missions: To descend into the Nether Realm and find the missing god of dreams before he betrays the secrets that could kill her and her kind. What she never expects is to be taken prisoner by the Realm’s most vicious guardian…

Seth’s time is running out. If he can’t hand over the entrance to Olympus, his own life and those of his people will be forfeit. No matter the torture, Seth hasn’t been able to break the god in his custody. Then there’s the beautiful Dream-Hunter Lydia: She isn’t just guarding the gates of Olympus—she’s holding back one of the world’s darkest powers. If she fails, an ancient curse will haunt the earth once more and no one will be safe. But evil is always seductive...
Oops, I do admit I forgot about this one and already read the next, Retribution, last year. Good thing is they are set in different sections of the Dark-Hunter universe so it doesn't detract from enjoying the story. I also admit that my favorite Dark-Hunter stories are set in New Orleans. But hey, I am a sucker for the tortured hero storyline and this series has tons of them. This time around, our lead is a huge scary dude and half god born in Egypt  nearly 4500 years ago.
      First off, I thought this was pretty fast paced and got into it right away. Seth is enslaved in the Nether world to two demons as a Guardian enforcer and they  also take their abuse on him almost on a daily basis. Betrayed since he was a child, Seth can't recall one act of kindness or a day without pain. Lydia is a Dream Hunter and is trying to help prevent a curse that will darken the earth and humanity if not stopped by finding a special key that can withhold the darkness. She is found by Seth and held prisoner, but he keeps his cruel demon boss Noir from finding her. At first, of course she is scared of him, but she helps him fix his serious wounds when he returns from an assignment. She can't help noticing that he cleans up good when the war paint is removed. Seth is shocked after her help, but he is always waiting for the other shoe to drop. Eventually, they have a truce and get to slowly know each other, although Lydia has a secret that she is afraid to tell.
        So yeah, I felt so bad at all the cruel things that were Seth's whole life which touched my heart and I loved how Lydia eventually gave him something to believe in. There were a few new characters that tried to help and a revisit with a couple of more characters who still haven't received their own story yet. (Can you say Jaden?) I am going to try to catch up on this series this year, but I haven't a clue where my copy of Styxx disappeared to. At least that's not for another couple of  books. If I gave this a rating, for me it was 4 out of 5 stars.


And now, for a bonus, I saw that there is a little mini story for this couple while checking out the order of the Dark-Hunter books. I will try to read this little epilogue at the end of the week. I love an HEA.



Bonus Short story available for free on Kenyon's website. http://www.sherrilynkenyon.com/book/t... It is available in print in Dark Bites.


In Redemption, demigod Seth and Were-Hunter/Dream-Hunter Lydia
will see if light can shine through the darkness...

With new plot and storyline details, the bonus scene should only be read after finishing The Guardian.

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The #1 New York Times bestselling author, Sherrilyn Kenyon, who is proud of her mixed Cherokee heritage, lives a life of extraordinary danger… as does any woman with three sons, a husband, a menagerie of pets and a collection of swords that all of the above have a major fixation with. But when not running interference (or dashing off to the emergency room), she’s found chained to her computer where she likes to play with all her imaginary friends. With tens of millions of her books in print, in over one hundred countries, she certainly has a lot of friends to play with too.
In the last few years, she has placed more than 75 novels on the New York Times list in all formats including manga. This extraordinary bestseller continues to top every genre she writes, including young adult, manga, fantasy, science fiction and horror. Her current series include: The Dark-Hunters®, The League®, Deadman’s Cross, Lords of Avalon® and Chronicles of Nick®.
Her Lords of Avalon® novels have been adapted by Marvel, her Dark-Hunter novels are a New York Times bestselling manga published by St. Martins. and the Chronicles of Nick® manga are published by Yen Press. And keep your eyes pealed, her books are soon to be hitting both the big and little screens by the same group who specializes in turning beloved literary series into major movie franchises.



Thanks for stopping by! Join us next week, January 19th, for our monthly Free Day. Until then, Happy Reading!

Thursday, January 5, 2017

Book Club Thursday:Remember When?




Hi Readers! I hope you all had a great holiday season. Now it's the start of a new year. My fellow bloggers Ann, Cyndi and I have brightened up our Book Club Thursday look and we have a lot of lot of fun things going on this year.
     First off for our first BCT blog of the new year-REMEMBER WHEN. Each month, we will bring up something about reading that we remember from the past.
     This month, I was thinking of some of my all-time favorite romance writers. Not new authors, but authors who have been on my list for decades. All of my faves that are still going strong and are considered Superstars. Nora Roberts, Jayne Ann Krentz, Linda Howard, etc. They are on Best-seller lists and still write great romance as well as suspense and even paranormal. I discovered them after they made it to the big publishing houses and fell in love with their storytelling. So much so that my friends and I scoured used bookstores for their backlists, and even went to work together in one. We are the super fans. So for me, I Remember When I found the early books of my favorite authors when they first got their writing chops writing for the category romances of publishers like Harlequin/Silhouette, Loveswept, MacFadden and Candlelight.
Remember When: Early category books by my favorite authors

The authors that I am writing about this week started their writing journey mainly in the late 70's or early 80's. Some of them wrote for more than one publishing house so they had a pseudonym or two. The publishers  gave them guidelines to follow and formulas to stick to, which at first were alpha males who were often sexy jerks, and the women who loved them who had a doormat syndrome. But we loved them and as the authors improved in their craft, we grew too and expected the heroines to as well. It was our first taste of grown-up reading and my how the love scenes have changed over the years!


Irish Thoroughbred by Nora Roberts
Published 1981

"COME TO AMERICA. YOUR HOME IS WITH ME NOW."

Adelia Cunnane's uncle had written her. So Adelia had left Ireland to join him on what he had described as the finest horse farm in Maryland.

Adelia agreed with her uncle about the farm. But what should she think about its owner, Travis Grant?

She knew that he could master his strongest horse. She had seen his eyes soften at the birth of a foal. Yet his lips on hers demanded a submission that she was not yet ready to give -- at least not until he had spoken the words she had to hear.

********************


White Lies by Linda Howard
Published in 1988
Nothing could have prepared Jay Granger for the arrival of two FBI agents at her door -- or for the news they brought. Her ex-husband, Steve, had been in a terrible accident that had left him gravely injured. The FBI needed Jay to confirm his identity.
The man Jay finds lying in the hospital bed is almost unrecognizable. Almost. Exhausted and afraid, Jay tentatively declares that he is Steve Crossfield. But the man who awakens from the coma is not at all as Jay remembers her husband. And he remembers nothing of their life together. Suddenly nothing is familiar. Not his appearance, not the intensity of his nature, not the desire that flashes between them. Who is this man? And will the discovery of his identity shatter the passion they share?
********************
The Restless Heart by Tami Hoag
Loveswept,1991
Remy Doucet was a wicked Cajun rogue, but world-class photographer Danielle Hamilton was desperate enough to hire the dark-eyed hunk with the boxer's build and the sexiest grin she'd ever seen. Could his searing kisses convince her that her destiny lay with the best bad boy of the bayou?
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Texas!Chase by Sandra Brown
Loveswept,1991
Chase Tyler has been the object of Marcie Johns’s desire since grade school. But when it came time to settle down, the handsome, laconic cowboy chose another woman to be his bride. Life was good for Chase until things took an abrupt and tragic turn. Ravaged by grief, Chase has become a lost and embittered soul, a man without purpose, compassion, or hope.

Then fate intercedes, reuniting Chase and Marcie, who was an unwitting player in Chase’s unfathomable family tragedy. Guilt weighs heavily on Marcie, but she’s also convinced that only the strength of her love can pull Chase back from the abyss. She’s willing to risk everything on a daring plan to rescue his business, save his life, and bring them together at last.
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Maggie's Man by Alicia Scott*
Silhouette Intimate Romance, 1997
MAGGIE FERRINGER WAS NOT HAVING A GOOD DAY...

It was bad enough being called for jury duty - but being taken hostage...! Ok, maybe her captor appealed to her on a primitive level, but getting involved with a convicted murderer was hardly a sensible move. And Maggie was always sensible...right? 

AND CAIN CANNON WAS THE REASON.

This was Cain's last chance to prove his innocence - and he needed Maggie along for the ride. She was the angel he had always despaired of finding. But how could he offer her a future, when he wasn't sure he had one himself?

MAXIMILLIAN'S CHILDREN: Two brothers and a sister search for the secrets of their father's past--and the love they never thought they'd find!
* You may know her now by suspense author Lisa Gardner
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Sabrina's Scheme by Jayne Bentley*
MacFadden Romance, 1979
Sabrina knew all about courtship. Hadn't she succeeded in scaring off no less than two prospective husbands in just six months? So when Sabrina met Roarke Wayland, she freely offered him advice on his troubled romance with her lovely cousin, Lynn. She knew how fickle Lynn could be, but Sabrina decided a woman would have to be crazy to risk losing a man like Roarke. Though Sabrina knew all about husband-catching schemes, she soon discovered she knew nothing at all about love. And nothing about the schemes a man like Roarke could devise once he was sure he had found his perfect match. 
*This is one of my favorite comfort read authors aka Jayne Ann Krentz. She has many pseudonyms including Amanda Quick and Stephanie James. As much as I would like to, I have never read Sabrina's Scheme. This book is very rare and at one time was priced at $3,000 dollars in mint condition. Few copies exist because of the acidic paper of the time which degrades poorly. I did get to touch a copy though once. My friends and I went to a Krentz book-signing and one brought a copy to have autographed. Ms Krentz says that she had no plans on re- releasing these early works.
I am not giving buy links to these books, except for Nora Roberts, most are not yet available as e-books and some you can hopefully buy online or in used book stores. Some have been reissued, but many more might never be. 
The romance genre has changed so much since these authors have over the years. Of course, we want our heroines to have a brain and save herself instead of waiting for hunka hunka alpha hero to appear. Now, she can kick butt along side of him. I just wish that readers that read these earlier stories now take into consideration the times that they were written. So many are quick to judge when commenting on Goodreads or such, not truly appreciating that these women were pioneers for the genre. One author rewrote some of her books when she got her rights back years later because the publishers made her edit so much out and changing the way she wanted the story to go. A few even got together to get a one cent a book raise from the publishers many years ago. And don't forget, even though the romance  genre supports the industry, romance still doesn't get the respect it deserves and stereotyping the books as well as their writers and readers continues. Sad, but true.
As for me, I will always enjoy these blast from the past books. They made me laugh and feel good. Hunting them down in many a used book store was a great time for my friends and I. Now, I wish I had the time to read some of them again. 
     I hope that enjoyed this weeks Remember When. Don't forget to let us know some of your old favorites. Thanks for stopping by!





January 12th, 2017
We are CLEARING OFF THE BOOK SHELVES