Title: British Banger Author: Jennifer Woodhull Publication date: TBA Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance Camden Takeovers are my business. Six months in Rhode Island would be more than enough time to wrap up my latest deal and I’d get to spend some time with…
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Hi everyone! I got a quick and steamy standalone romance novel for you today! Crashing Together is as hot as this summer is already, so I hope you are prepared! No worries, the excerpt below is pretty tame, all the real hot stuff is waiting for you to be read, when you get yourself a copy
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Title: Crashing Together
Author: Lyssa Cole
Publication date: May 30th, 2019
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
It’s an age-old story….
A summer fling….
A temporary thing…
His name was Cole and I couldn’t resist him. He was everything a girl could want in a summer romance. A hot, tanned, surfer with blonde hair and blue eyes… oh and let’s not forget about all those muscles and the six-pack I couldn’t stop staring at.
We agreed to just sex. Lots of sex. Lots of fun. No titles, no relationship, and certainly no love.
Until the sex started to feel like something else.
Something way more…
But for him?
It was still just sex.
Until it wasn’t.
Until everything, we didn’t mean to build unraveled in a heap of secrets, lies, and broken trust.
We came crashing together but will our summer fling survive the waves?
“You’re in over your head and you know it.” Leigh lifts her frozen margarita to her lips and eyes me over the sugar rim.
“I am not.” I roll my eyes and look around the smoky bar. I don’t know why I even let Leigh talk me into coming here. It’s dark, a little sketchy, and the millions of fog machines fill the place with smoke so thick you’d think they allowed cigarettes in here.
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“You’re in denial, Addi. You can’t even look at me.”
I snap my eyes back to her. “It’s hard to see with all this smoke.” I wave my hand around for dramatic effect. I’m so in denial but she doesn’t need to know that.
Leigh laughs and rolls her eyes. “Yeah okay girl, whatever you say.”
“The drinks are delicious though.” I raise my glass before bringing to my lips to it, licking the sugar rim.
It’s as if a storm is brewing, ready to take over at any minute, inside my belly. Awake at night, I stare at the ceiling as it flips and twists, growing worse.
The storm named Cole.
He fills my bloodstream, running through my veins, and follows me everywhere I go. No matter what I do, I can’t stop it.
I was a fool thinking I could and I’m a fool now as I sit here and let it happen.
I’m falling hopelessly in love with Cole.
It’s unreal, consuming, and lighting me on fire from within.
I’ve never felt anything like it before. The more I see him, the more I want. And Leigh is absolutely correct.
I’m in over my fucking head.
Lyssa Cole has been in love with books for as long as she can remember. Escaping into a story is her favorite pastime. Wanting to be a writer for a couple years, she is now crafting her own stories. She loves to write sweet & sexy romance with lots of heat and some suspense to keep you guessing and wanting to turn that page! She lives in Southeastern Mass with her two kids and two dogs. Lover of coffee, all things chocolate, & always the avid reader, you can keep up with Lyssa Cole by subscribing to her newsletter here: https://www.lyssacolebooks.com/bio.
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Title: Self-Discipline For Writers
Author: Martin Meadows
Publication Date: May 1st, 2019
Genre: creative self-help, writing
Publisher: Amazon Digital Services
No matter if you are a novelist, write non-fiction, or are a blogger, lacking the motivation to write as much as we should, happens to the best of us. It is imperative, however, that we stay consistent in our efforts, even if the world around us pulls us in many directions, and we are confronted with so many distractions.
This newly released motivational book writing guide, Self-Discipline For Writers, provides a large number of tips and tricks that are easy to implement, thankfully. The last thing I wanted or needed, when I picked up this book, was an Author to tell me another complex ritual, or action that I had to take, that was hard to follow through over the long run. After all, I can motivate myself without any problem over a short period of time – I am looking for something that will keep me going when that initial burst of energy wears off, and I would rather spend the next few hours watching Marvel movies.
My Thoughts On The Book:
Self-Discipline for Writers basically contains the usual standard self-help information, but with a twist: it is packaged so that it will fit the process of writing in particular. Which is why I do find it useful, but not earth-moving. This is probably because I read a lot of self-help book, which means, that it seems at times like they are repeating the same stuff over and over again, just packaged differently a lot of times. There is merit in that though. Explaining a concept, even if widely known in a different way, maybe exactly the way a reader needs to hear certain information, in order for it to be transformational. I have had that experience more than once, even if it was not the case while reading this book.
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However, I did enjoy the fact that this book is without any fluff. I am with the Author here – there is a lot of rambling going on, and a lot of storytelling when it comes to self-help books, which distracts often from the simple message of how to improve whatever aspect of life you are currently working on.
Quick Book Summary And Highlights
- The Author states that, if you don’t enjoy the process of writing, then you are not going to be motivated to write. (while I truly enjoy the writing process, this will not necessarily apply to all bloggers, and especially content marketers, who have to produce a lot of content, but not necessarily enjoy the process of writing – for them, it is a necessary evil, but it often shows in the amount of content or quality of content, they produce)
- The more you enjoy the subject you are writing about, the more smoothly it will flow (a sentiment, I highly agree with)
- Don’t fall into the trap of believing that writing with the motivation of money is a bad thing – it is easier to be creative when your needs are met.
- choose a niche, that you love to read, and that flows easier for you – that does not mean that you can not change your genre later, but start with what suits you now.
- if money is your motivation, make sure that you don’t choose a genre that has a too small of an audience (or too broad of one)
- read a lot in your genre, and note what you specifically like or dislike about these types of books
- use the frameworks and structures of the writing as a framework, to ease your ability to produce your work, but do not become a slave to them
- develop a solid work ethic – daily work count/hours, avoid burnout by being realistic,
- create writing routines (a good book about forming and sticking to habits and routines is Atomic Habit, which I highly recommend!)
- find the best – most productive writing time that works for you – not for what works for others! (I also thought this was important to note. Everyone’s life is different and therefore there should not be a specific time, you force yourself into writing, just because someone said that you have to work early in the morning to produce your best work. If you are not a morning person, don’t participate in the #5amwriting community on twitter!)
- Create a pre-writing ritual – something that tells your brain now that it is time to write
- don’t edit while writing (such a simple tip, but such an important truth!!!!)
- overcome your limiting beliefs – such as the myth of age, gender, background, and turn them into your assets
- manage your energy level, by paying attention to your health, your diet, your sleep, and other factors that can impede or improve your ability to perform at your best level of energy.
- be aware of your reasons behind writing in the first place, and revisit those reasons often
- eliminate the contact with naysayers, by not talking about your book project whenever possible (of course, that is outside of your actual support groups, such as a writer group, or the one person you can talk to about everything. However, this group should be small, because the larger amount of people you tell, the larger the chance is, that you will encounter people who will work against your best interests, even if they think they have your best interest at heart – this is important with every project you engage in, not just writing)
- limit the number of projects that you work on at the same time
- create a system where you can keep your ideas (carry a notebook, or have an app, that you can write on and dictate to, on the go)
- remember to treat your writing career as a business (the rest of the book deals with business practices that make a lot of sense, but not much about the discipline of writing a book)
One of the aspects of Self-Discipline For Writers, that I really enjoyed was that each chapter ends with a small summary of the main points, which makes it very useful as a quick reference guide. I wish more non-fiction authors would follow this example
4 out of 5 Stars
What is your biggest hurdle to staying motivated while working on your writing projects, may it be blogging or writing a book? I am looking forward to hearing from you!
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Title: In Other Words
Author: Jennifer Woodhull
Publication date: April 30th, 2019
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
We became close friends in college. When Sinclair returns home to Dallas after two years in New York, I introduce her to my best friend Cole. The good-looking playboy ballplayer is the perfect kind of guy for the woman I’m sure would never be interested in me…even if seeing them together breaks my heart.
He was the nerdy PhD candidate. I was the cheerleader. We made unlikely friends. Moving back home after two years away, he looks hotter than ever. When I start dating his ballplayer best friend, things get complicated. He doesn’t see me as girlfriend material…but I can’t get him, or my feelings for him, out of my head.
There are not enough words. I don’t mean that in a dramatic way as if there are not enough words to express something with which I’m momentarily frustrated. I mean there are often times when the optimum word for something simply does not exist.
Fernweh is a German word that describes a feeling of homesickness for a place you’ve never visited before. The Swedish word, lagom, describes taking not too much nor too little, but just the right amount of something. To wear or use something for the very first time is expressed in Spanish by the word estrenar.
I love words more than anything. I love hearing someone intelligent use the absolutely perfect, most fitting word at exactly the right moment. I love anagrams, crossword puzzles, and riddles. I love how they make me think about language and how people use it. Perhaps most of all though, I love awful puns—even dad-level terrible ones. I only know one person who loves language as much as I do, and he also happens to be the very person I can hardly wait to see.
The Portuguese have a word for the sensation of nostalgia and longing for someone who is far away. Saudade. That’s what I’ve been experiencing since I moved to New York. I have saudade for Dexter Flynn, but that’s about to come to an end.
I walk into The Tipsy Alchemist, an upscale hipster place Dexter chose to start our reunion evening. I visually scour the space, and am disappointed when I don’t see him. I walk the length of the bar and just as I’m about to turn and head back toward the front, a man leans in close behind me and says, “Excuse me, miss, but might I buy your first libation of the evening?”
I turn, ready to tell the guy to get lost so I can call the person I want most in the world to see. When I turn around, though, I’m met with a pair of sweet, soulful brown eyes hiding behind tortoiseshell frames. My heart darts around my chest. I throw my arms around him so hard, I nearly send us both tumbling to the floor.
“Dex!” I squeal, squeezing his neck. His arms wrap around me, and they’re far stronger than I remember.
“It’s about time you came back,” he whispers into the side of my neck as he squeezes me tightly. “I’ve missed you, Clair.”
I feel an instant wash of relief, being here in his arms. The feel of his cheek against mine and the smell of his aftershave trigger an eruption of happy memories. My brain floods with late night talks and board game marathons. My circuits overload with shared stories and supporting each other through tough times—with gushing over books and documentaries at the independent theatre. He has been such a huge part of my life for so long, and now, with him, I finally feel like I’m really home.
When we finally break from our embrace, we both realize we’re standing in the highest traffic area of the bar, and the place is so packed we might be physically in danger from rowdy patrons clamoring for beer.
“Come on,” he says, grabbing my hand. “I reserved us a booth.”
He leads me through the trendy, dark-paneled space to the back where tiny, high-walled booths, are situated. This area of the bar is quieter than the rest, and the high walls of our booth offer some much-appreciated privacy.
The booth to our immediate right houses what I can only assume is a bachelorette party judging by the volume and frequency of the word woo, coming from their direction.
When the server arrives, I order a cocktail, and Dex orders a beer. “Miss, can I ask, the group of ladies in the booth next to us…is one of them a bachelorette, by chance?” He smirks in my direction.
“Actually, yeah. Are they being too rowdy?”
“Not at all. I was just curious,” he replies. I snicker and he winks in response.
“It’s a cool story, actually,” the server pauses to tell us more detail. “She just got out of the military. She met her fiancé while they were stationed together. He was injured, and she’s a nurse.” She puts her hand to her chest. “They fell in love while he recovered in her hospital.”
Dex and I look at each other, and each make the universal face that any red-blooded human with feelings makes when seeing a baby, or a puppy, or hearing a sweet love story. “Aww,” we say in unison, laughing.
“Would you please take them a bottle of Dom Perignon and put it on my tab? Anonymous, though, please…with thanks for her service, and her fiancé’s,” Dex adds.
“Wow, that’s really nice of you! Absolutely, I’ll take care of it,” the server replies.
When she walks out of Dexter’s line of sight, she catches my eye and mouths the words, “Lucky you,” with a wink. It makes me smile unreasonably wide.
Lucky me that such a kind, thoughtful, generous man is in my life and cares so much for me. Lucky me that he’s my friend. Unlucky me that he’s not more than just a friend.
“That was very generous of you,” I tell him.
“I had the good luck to meet an inventor whose work I really admire once at a party. Knowing I was new to success, he told me, “I always say, if you’ve got it, spread it around. Nobody likes a successful, stingy asshole.” I’ve always tried to remember that,” he says with a shrug. We toast to successful good guys.
“You look amazing, Sinclair.” Dex is grinning at me, his brown eyes sparkling.
I reach across the table and take both his hands in mine, giving them a squeeze. “You look amazing too. By the way,” I say, stifling a giggle. “I didn’t know I’d need tickets.”
“Tickets? For…what, exactly?” He cocks an eyebrow up in question.
“The gun show,” I reply, pointing to what I can see is a pronounced bicep on each arm.
His cheeks flush with crimson as he looks down and away. The expression belongs to the shy, gangly guy I met in school, not the hunky, successful entrepreneur sitting across from me.
“So, have you been hitting the gym, or did you invent some magical neurotransmitter that passively enhances muscle tissue?” I tease. “Because if you have, please sign me up as a test subject. Pilates is torture, but I like to eat far too much to ever give it up without some sort of alternative.”
He chuckles. “I like to think of the fitness thing as my transformation to Dexter two-dot-oh. I have to say, I don’t hate that my efforts are producing noticeable results. I told you about my business partner Cole, right?” He asks sheepishly.
“Your friend Cole, yes,” I reply, rolling my eyes.
I think he still has a little trouble wrapping the high school part of his brain around being friends with a jock.
“Yeah. Anyway, since he pitches for the Frontiersmen he knows all the best personal trainers. He convinced me to start working out with one he recommended. I go to the gym almost every day now. Turns out I’m not as unathletic as I thought I was.” He grins wide, pride evident on his face.
“You certainly seem like you’re feeling pretty good,” I reply. I stand up enough to reach across and squeeze his bicep. “Yep, feeling pretty darn good to me.”
He smiles, then he shakes his head and chuckles. “I really do feel good…and even better now.” Something flashes briefly in his chocolate-brown eyes, then he smirks. “I’m just so happy you’re back, Clair.”
Clair. No one but him calls me that. The way he says it is familiar and makes me feel special that he has a nickname just for me. It’s the same way I call him Dex. Those terms of endearment are just for us, like they’re special words all our own.
By the time we finish the drinks the server brings over my stomach is growling, so we head down the street to a Mexican place that has always been one of my favorites.
As we walk the four or five blocks to the restaurant, a group of girls walking the opposite direction toward us are all checking Dex out as they pass. I turn to look over my shoulder and see them all looking back, whispering and giggling. When I look over at him, he seems oblivious.
And this is why he has trouble finding the right girl. He has no clue when a woman is into him.
I bump his shoulder with mine.
“They were checking you out,” I say with a smirk.
“That group of girls that walked by. They were cute, too.”
He rolls his eyes.
“So, not seeing anyone?” I ask.
“Not at the moment.” He lets out a sigh. “Maybe I’m too picky.”
“Maybe you are,” I agree.
And that’s the other reason he can’t find the right girl. He has never fully explained the criteria with me, but he seems never to have found a girl that checks all the boxes on the list of Dex requirements for the perfect girl.
Someone as genuine and kind, as smart and as funny as Dex deserves someone wonderful, though—someone who can see him for everything he is. I have tried to resign myself to the fact that I’m not that girl in his eyes. I only hope that one day he finds her, and she deserves him.
That brings me to another word that should exist, but doesn’t. There should be a word for enjoying something you have, but still wishing it was much, much more.
Jennifer Woodhull is based in the Southern United States, spending time in her second home of England, and traveling as often as she can. Her love of travel permeates her work, and her characters often find themselves exploring new and foreign surroundings.
A keen observer of human behavior, Jennifer often draws inspiration from something as simple as a fleeting connection, or the glimpse of a unique trait or characteristic. Her favorite place to write is on airplanes.
“The drone of the engine, the scores of people, all traveling to something or from something, and being disconnected from digital distractions are a combination that provides the perfect place to write,” she says. “If you see a woman in seat 9F who is balancing her Macbook on her lap because it’s time to close your tray table, please have patience. I’m just trying to finish one more sentence.”
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