Dear Readers,

Do you have a bucket list? I do. I don’t refer to it often but things on that list just keep popping up in my life. Like the chance to sing to a crowd and kind of rock it. Or, rappelling off a 180-ft cliff. Stuff like that. So when I was asked to do the voice over for a commercial for sweet romance, I said “yes” without having to check the list.

You can find the commercial by clicking here.

If you’d like to learn more about the authors featured in the commercial, or their bestselling books, simply click on their names below.

Happy reading and get going on that bucket list-you’ll be glad you did. 🙂

Jennifer Youngblood

Brooke St James

Cami Checketts

Lucy McConnell

Rachelle Christensen

Victorine E. Lieske

Kimberley Montpetit

Cindy Roland Anderson

Liz Isaacson

Jeanette Lewis

Kimberly Krey

 

Dear Reader,

While You Were Skiing (my book in the Echo Ridge Anthology) starts on March 15th-the last day of the ski season- was an absolute blast to write! Part of the book is based in the Emerald Bed & Breakfast, part of it takes place on Ruby Mountain, and part of it takes place in a small house where Ryder Montgomery recovers from his fall off the chair lift and kisses Mia Davis.

I’m thrilled to share an excerpt from the story with you today. I hope you enjoy it!

Happy Reading,

Lucy

Book Excerpt:

Mia pressed her palm to her forehead and looked down at Ryder, who was smiling at her like an idiot in love. Love. Real love. Not I’m pretending for the sake of flirting with you, but honest-to-goodness love.

The intensity of it scared her more than his ability to sleep for days on end. She blinked once and took off after the doc.

“Wait!” she called. As adorable as her red shoes were, running in them on a slippery hospital floor was not easy.

The doctor paused so she could catch up.

She grabbed onto his white sleeve. “Isn’t it a bit early to send him home? I mean, he had a big fall, and his head—have you checked his head?”

“We have. All you need to do is keep him happy and calm for a couple of days and I’ll see him on Wednesday.”

“So no brain damage?”

“None.”

“Amnesia?”

“He’s cleared.”

“What about delusions?”

“Miss Davis.” The doctor sighed heavily. “There’s no reason to worry. Ryder is going to be fine.”

“But—” She wasn’t quite sure how to explain that when he went up the hill he was a near stranger and now he thought he loved her. Never mind the sense she had that she loved him too. They could get a two-for-one deal on head scans.

The doc held up his finger. “Repeat after me: happy and calm.”

“Happy and calm,” Mia repeated.

The doctor nodded once and left her standing there in the middle of the hallway.

“Happy and calm,” she said again on her way back to Ryder’s room. “Happy and calm. And in a few days, everything will be normal and I’ll be alone—again.” She frowned. Alone was not scary; it was familiar. Familiar and grey. If allowing Ryder to believe he loved her kept him happy and calm, she would just have to go with it.

Mia’s nerves were anything but happy and calm, jumping every time her heel clicked against the white linoleum flooring.

When she made it back to the room, she found that Ryder had fallen asleep again. Which was just as well. Maybe tomorrow he’d wake up and this whole engagement would seem like a dream to him. It certainly did to Mia.

To continue reading, click here.

Hello,

A baseball team is a complex, ever changing entity. Capturing that in a book was a real trick and one of the most fun challenges in writing the BMB series.

I’ve included an excerpt for the book below. I hope you enjoy it and I hope you have a fun day. 🙂

Book Excerpt:

Isaac rubbed his right thumb up the palm of his left hand as if he were oiling a new first base mitt. To say he was intimidated by Harper’s beauty and obvious intelligence would be as much of an understatement as saying it got kind of dark when the sun went down.

Her long blonde hair hung loosely over her left shoulder. She had blue, almost navy eyes with small specks of silver thrown in like scattered jewels. She was taller than the average woman putting her forehead at kissable height…and her curves! What could Isaac say, he loved a woman with curves and Harper’s knee-length, fitted dress showed hers off nicely.

Logan had insisted they watch her last press conference. She was like a struggling relief pitcher who was blowing the lead. Despite being frazzled, she’d toughed it out and finished the interview. Thinking about her late into the night, he came away with a deep sense of respect. Few people could do what she did.

Which is why, when she said she knew there was more to his story than the printed word, he believed her and opened up, giving the condensed version of his confrontation with Coach Jcobs and his frustration with the idea of winning at all cost. “Don’t get me wrong, I love to win. But I really, really hate to lose.”

“And there’s a difference, isn’t there.” She quipped, finishing his reference to Moneyball. He grinned, the image of the two of them on a sofa, watching a movie together, his arm around her shoulders and her head on his chest filled his mind. The image was so clear, so inviting, that he blinked when she spoke again.

“So why not put the injured kid in the game? He’s a closer, that’s what they do,” she asked in reference to the reason he was fired. She folded her arms.

A sense of being let down washed over Isaac. Baseball was big business and the Richmonds were as big as business came. “I recruited this kid. He has potential to play pro. He was injured off the field but if he pitched, he’d blow out his arm. I couldn’t see him throwing away a future for a single inning.”

“Especially since you were going to lose the game anyway.” Harper lifted an eyebrow, challenging Isaac in a way he couldn’t get a read on.

He could let it slide; agree with her and get the job. But, it mattered to him that she understood. With all the interviews, questions, and prodding, he just wanted someone to understand. He thought, maybe, that someone could have been Harper. Guess not.

“No. Not because we were going to lose. Even if the game had been on the line, if he had been the deciding factor, I would have sat him because a player is more than their throwing speed or batting average.” He stood quickly, his heart running the bases. Coming to California had been a mistake. “Maybe I’m not the one you’re looking for.”

The pressure attacked again as Isaac opened the door to leave.