All’s Fair in Love and Football

Once upon a time, authors were told that there were certain types of heroes, certain characters, who were off-limits when it came to romance novels. Among those were football players, because it was widely accepted that women, who are the chief readers of romance, didn’t like sports and wouldn’t be interested in a story featuring a sports figure.

Times have changed.

Sports romances—whether we’re talking football, hockey, baseball, swimming or any other popular athletic activity—are no longer taboo. Some of the most popular books flying off the shelves today boast an athlete in the starring role, and it’s not just the male leads who’re the game changers. Often the heroine rocks cleats when she’s not in stilettos.

So what’s different?

To be honest, I wasn’t sure. As an author, I don’t write to trends, and I’ve never paid attention to people who told me I couldn’t write about <insert character type here>. It’s part of the beauty of being indie or hybrid. And as a woman, I’ve always been a football fan. No one informed me that women weren’t supposed to like football or baseball or hockey, and my dad raised me to appreciate sports.

For me, writing a story that features a tight end as the male lead didn’t feel much different than writing one that included a carpenter, or a chef, or a college professor. The job contributes to the character, but it doesn’t necessarily define the romance. A sports figure might be more likely to struggle with injuries and a life in the public eye, but that’s merely another aspect of the plot. It doesn’t have to be integral to the storyline.

On the other hand, the game is rife with romantic opportunities. Take your typical football player: he’s in his twenties, with a seriously-built body and the know-how to use it. And then remember that women are not only fans now; they’re also working in the front offices and in sports broadcasting. The typical female lead in a football romance isn’t a cheerleader or a bimbo. She’s a strong woman with a career of her own that may or may not intersect with the game.

The truth is that football, whether it’s high school, college or pro, is attracting women fans at an incredible rate. At some point in the last decade or so, we began to realize that it’s cool to admit we enjoy the game, instead of pretending that we’re only interested in the tight pants and broad shoulders, and now women fans make up nearly 50% of the NFL’s fanbase, according to numbers released in 2014 (Washington Post). The league caters to its female fans, with marketing and merchandising aimed at women more often than ever.

It stand to reason, then, that if we’re passionate about the game and the players, their stories are what we want to read.  When I’m watching the game, I’m interested not only in what’s happening on the field, but also what’s going through the minds of the players, their wives and their girlfriends. I want to eavesdrop on what the coaches and staff are talking about on the sidelines. I want to know what the players do after a big win?or a devastating loss.

When I read sports romances by Kristen Callihan, Sarina White Bowen, Elle Kennedy or Jami Davenport, that’s what I’m getting: a little peek behind the scenes. When I write books like my own football trilogy, it’s what I’m giving my readers. It’s also why I’m hooked on the Amazon Prime series All or Nothing, a season-long documentary about the Arizona Cardinals’ 2015 season. It’s the drama, the humor and the heartache—not coincidentally, all essential elements of a good romance.

Female fans, I might venture to say, are more well-rounded in their appreciation of the game. We get the rules on the field, don’t worry–but we also know who’s married to the quarterback. We’re going to scream and shout just as loud as the next guy—but we also might tear up when the receiver who just caught a TD pass blows a kiss to his girlfriend in the stands.

Come to think of it, that peculiar juxtaposition of teamwork and true love just might be why so many of us have fallen for football romances.


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Tell Me Your Love Story . . . Nana and Sa


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As we draw closer to the September 27th release of Days of You and Me, I’m sharing a series of personal love stories (from my family and friends). Today’s is very special.


Harry Thompson was born in Philadelphia in 1905. He was the second son of Jesse and Annie Murphy Thompson; Annie had been born in Ireland and immigrated with her family. Their oldest son, John, was just under a year when Harry was born. 

During her pregnancy, Annie, who was only 25, was diagnosed with breast cancer, which was almost always fatal. Baby Harry was born covered in sores, apparently, and had to be carried on a pillow. He came into the world in July, and by December, Annie was dead. 

Jesse raised his sons in a series of boarding houses in the city, with the help of a few friends. He never married again. 

Harry left school and began working when he was fourteen years old. When he was eighteen, he met and married a woman and had a son, but the marriage didn’t last. 

Meanwhile, on a farm in South Jersey, in June of 1911, a second daughter was born to Harry and Elinor Shute. This farm had been in the Shute family since David Shute bought the land from William Penn in the 17th century. Marian June was raised in a large family of eleven children, in a strict Methodist upbringing where cards and dancing were forbidden. She was close to her big sister Ida and her younger sister Evelyn.

In 1935, Marian took a job as a secretary in Philadelphia at an insurance company. It was the middle of the Depression, and jobs were scarce. While working there, she met a handsome young paralegal named Harry Thompson. 

Harry was taken by Marian and enjoyed visiting her family’s farm, where he was welcome by her large family. Now, what did Harry Shute think about his daughter seeing a divorced father of one? We don’t know, but I can’t think he was thrilled. 

FullSizeRender 19Harry and Marian decided to get married, but at this point in the Depression, in this company, a married woman was not allowed to continue working. So they had to wed in secret, so that Marian could continue working. 

On August 19, 1936–eighty years ago today–Harry and Marian, along with their two best friends, slipped down to Ocean City, NJ, where they were wed in the Baptist Church there. They kept their marriage a secret for at least a year! 

Over the course of their marriage, they raised three children–Richard, Robert and Eleanor. They had seven grandchildren and a myriad of great-grandchildren.

Harry was an old-fashioned man who held the family to strict standards. The women did the cooking. No jars or containers were allowed on the dining table: everything had to be in a dish. His concession to helping was making the toast every morning at breakfast, manning the toaster which was alongside his chair at the head of the table. 

Harry worked as a paralegal well into his 80’s. Although he kept retiring, he also kept going back to work. His second son joined his long-time law firm in 1979 as a lawyer and became a partner in that firm a few years later.

In the late eighties, the family noticed that Marian was becoming forgetful. Tragically, she was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s Disease. But Harry did something no one had expected: he stepped up and refused to relinquish care of his wife to anyone else. Until her death in August of 1999, Harry cared for his Marian with love, patience and gentleness. It was a beautiful example to the entire family.

After her passing, Harry remained active with his yard work and gardening. He made chocolate chip cookies for his grandchildren and great-grandchildren. He told stories, and every Halloween, he hosted the big family gathering, calling ahead to order the pizza weeks in advance. 

When he passed from this life in June of 2002, it was in peace, as he went to join his Marian. 

This was the story of my Nana and Sa. Harry was called Sa by his grandchildren, thanks to me. He was a bit of a smart-ass, and when I was born, he told me, “Call me Sam.” I couldn’t say Sam, so I called him Sa, and Sa he remained. 

When I was little, I remember Sa saying to Nana, as he had their whole life together, “Stick with me, sweetheart–you’ll wear diamonds!” She never did have a diamond–even her engagement ring was pearl–but he gave her a greater gift than that. His love and faithfulness was something I will never forget.

I miss them so much . . . in my kitchen is a tea cart that sat in their home all my life. Even I see it, I remember the love in which these two wonderful people raised me. Their home was the true home of my heart. 


Come tell me YOUR love story. Go here and share your personal love story. You’ll be entered to win the contest: prize is a $50 gift card AND the chance to have your love story included in Days of You and Me. (Names and details can be changed at the discretion of the winner and the author.)

Authors, Readers and the Value of Art

vintage-typewriter-100234507This has been a tough week for me, for a myriad of different reasons, both personal and professional. Being an author is a crazy ride. I could, and have, shared all the ways I love what I do–and they’re all true. But at the same time, there’s a flip side, and it’s a little darker than you might think.

I’m not complaining. I’m lucky beyond the telling of it to be able to do what I love, and I am the most grateful person around. Being appreciative, though, doesn’t obligate one to pretend bad things don’t exist.

Putting the struggle into words wasn’t easy, ironically. I couldn’t quite pin down what was bothering until I read a post on Facebook.

These are the words of author CM Foss, as shared by K Langston. I linked the post here, so you can read it first-hand, if you’d prefer.

From the desk of CM Foss…

A Swan Song

Except I can’t sing, so I’ll spare you that.
From what I hear, basically everyone is aware of me bowing out of the biz here. It is not temporary and I am not sad about it.

What I am sad about are the astounding number of texts and emails I’ve received from other authors, ones who I thought had their shit together way more than me. Confessions of marital problems, anxiety, blood pressure dangers, misery, stress, guilt. They say they’re impressed, maybe even a little jealous, that I just shut it all down.

Guys. Wtf.

I am no expert. I’m a mess, quite honestly. But I’m really good at looking at things from an outside perspective and telling people what’s what. Since I’m no longer in the trenches, I can do that now. 🙂 Also, I’m a business major and a business owner. Let me tell you something.

The book market is bad. It’s just bad. Like the housing market has been bad. It happens. It doesn’t mean nothing will sell, but it does mean that your chances aren’t super duper. It means it’s a buyer’s market. That means prices are low and dropping and that means it’s overall a bad time to sell.

I don’t want to sell my house at the bottom of the market, I want to sell at the top, unless I need to fire-sale.

I don’t.

I have watched others (and certainly been there myself) literally killing themselves to get a book out. They do a million takeovers, give away thousands of books, give GIFT CARDS of their own money, mail out paperbacks and swag like its free, politely beg for reviews, entertain, hold their tongue when their work is torn apart, and shrug off senseless character attacks.


Daily, people.

Then, they weave stories that make readers feel and think and escape.

Then, they cook for their families, wipe butts, drive carpool, go to work, clean dishes, mow the yard. They try to spend enough time with their spouses or significant other or some late night mistake to capture the same romance in real life as they do on paper.

It’s an incredible world we live in, to be able to connect with people around the globe, to self-publish, to realize dreams. But there is a lot of bad. The negativity, the drama, the stress, the angst. The ego.

It is not worth it. It is not healthy. It is not fun. It is not real.

So, to authors I say: Slow down. Have fun. Realize what matters. Crawl out of your hole and your head and spend some time with people, in person (I know. It’s hard.) Make a phone call you’ve been ignoring and read a book that you just want to.

To readers: Slow down. Enjoy the words. Pay for books. If you are driving the market, don’t drive it into the gutter. Have respect, for your time, for the authors, for family. And remember– authors can write without readers, all for themselves. But readers need authors. Don’t hurt them.

As for me, I’ll be closing my laptop and unplugging my kindle. I’ll be reading old-fashioned paperbacks and re-reading old favorites. My writing life is a chapter closed. My books are unpublished. My last stash has been signed and shipped to The Bookworm Box, so if you get a hankerin’ for one, give them your money. They’ll do right by it.

Despite this note, and the reality of it, I did have fun, and I did meet some wonderful people. I made the USA Today Bestseller list with some fabulous friends, and my words have been tattooed onto skin. That’s amazing. Thank you for the support and the laughs and all the great times.

God bless, peace out, and #dontbeadick.

When I read that, all I could think was . . . YES.

Some of you know a little about my background. For over twenty years, from the time I got married until about five years ago, I was a wife and homeschooling mom. When I hit publish on my first book (it’ll be five years this December), I knew less than nothing. I was greener than Kermit. It took me five months before I realized I could make a paperback book! I didn’t know that there were cover designers and formatters . . . and I knew zilch about promotion.

Needless to say, I learned.

The May before I published, my husband graduated from seminary. He’d been called to a second career (third?) in ministry, and when my first book went live, he was a hospice chaplain. In 2014, right in the middle of THE ONE Trilogy being published, he transitioned to parish ministry.

Why does this matter? Well, in case you didn’t know, chaplains and priests don’t earn much money. I saw a T-shirt for priests and ministers the other day that read, We’re in it for the outcome, not the income. Yup, that’s the truth.

So while we are extremely blessed and very grateful for his ministry, we are also full dependent on MY book income to keep us solvent.


Right now, I have 35 books live and published, between both of my writer personas. I’m not doing as well as I was last year–but I am working an average of about eighteen hours a day, seven days a week. In between working, I’m schooling my son (last one at home!), being a wife, a priest’s wife (those are two very different things), a mother and a friend. I do the laundry and about 95% of the cooking in our house, as well as the grocery shopping, budgeting and planning.

Because of the sharp decrease in sales, I’ve had to stop using the services of the wonderful PAs who have helped me over the years. I’ve cut back on every aspect of business, except what I can do myself . . . which means I’m doing most of the work myself, other than what wonderful and generous friends help me to accomplish.

My most expensive book is a box set that sells for $6.99. That’s FOUR full-length books plus a short for under $7. Most of my books are between 99 cents and $4.99.

And yet some readers say they want cheaper books. Some circumvent the system by using pirate sites, where they can download my books for free. (For a telling look at how pirating affects all authors, read Colleen Hoover’s post here .) I’ve had readers inform me that they deserve to read my books for free. I’ve had readers message me DEMANDING that I send them free paperbacks–it’s their right as a reader.

Now, don’t get me wrong–I love my readers and the majority of them are beyond awesome. Earlier this year, one of my readers asked me about a short story she thought she’d missed reading. When I offered to send it to her for free–she is a loyal reader and very supportive!–she refused, saying that it was worth the price for her. Bless her heart!

I love to write. I will never stop writing. I don’t want to stop publishing. But I’ll admit, it’s getting harder. Not only is it difficult from a purely business point of view–and it is–but it’s also demoralizing as an artist. When a growing segment of the population makes it clear via action and words that my books are worthless to them when we’re talking dollar value, it robs me of a little of the joy of being an author.

Maybe one of the dark sides of the indie publishing revolution is that lines which used to be clear are now blurred. Social media means that readers have more access to authors than they ever have–which is good and bad.

I don’t claim to have answers, but perhaps a good place to start would be by defining our rights and roles.

As an author, I have the responsibility to produce my best creative work, in whatever way I might see that. I have the responsibility to give my readers clean copy, an appealing cover, with professionally formatted pages. I have the responsibility to accept fair and non-biased reviews from readers. I have the right to choose which books I will write, when. I have the right to price that work at whatever price point I decide, with the knowledge that overpricing will negatively affect my bottom line. I have the right to privacy, for both myself and my family.

As a reader, you have the right to decide what books you will or will not buy. You have the right to decide the dollar amount you can afford to pay for books and choose which books you will buy with that amount. You have the right to express your opinion of authors’ work in a non-personal and non-combative manner. (In other words, leaving a review that attacks an author for how she prices her work or any other aspect of her personality other than the content of THAT book is not cool.) You have the responsibility not to download books illegally. You have the responsibility to treat authors with the same respect you would any other artist.

Now, I’m going to get back to writing the next book.

{For one of my earlier posts on authors and the value of books, go here.}

Character Counts

I’ve written and spoken before about my tendency to be a character-driven writer. For me, it’s the people, their past, their motivations and their relationships that make me want to know more.

beautiful brunette girl on background wooden wallNowhere has this been more evident than in the book about to be released. In Always Our Love, the main characters are Jenna Sutton and Lincoln Turner. I am fairly certain that this is first of my books where both main characters were introduced in earlier books in separate series (the Crystal Cove Romances do have previously-introduced leads, but all from the same series).

Jenna Sutton was first mentioned in The Only One, as a cousin of main character Rilla Grant. I needed a babysitter for Mason’s daughter Piper, and since Rilla had just ‘found’ her absentee mother’s brother Boomer, it worked to have his daughter jump into the fray. At that point, all we knew was that Jenna was the youngest of the Sutton. I knew Boomer had all daughters, because he had bemoaned to Sam (in The Last One) the fact that he was overrun by females at home.

When I knew there would be three more books set in Burton, Georgia, I knew that Maureen Evans, sister of Flynn, would be the lead in one book, and one of my readers suggested Jenna as another. I noted her mentally, but to me, Jenna was young and pretty one-dimensional. I wasn’t sure she would work.

But as it turned out, a lot happened to Jenna Sutton between her babysitting gigs and her book. And it all had to do with Trent Wagoner.

At this point, I had Maureen as a lead for one book, I had Jenna as a lead for another but I needed one more. For some reason, Trent Wagoner kept popping into my head. I’ve written elsewhere that Trent was not my first choice of lead, but he grew on me. But what made this admitted man-whore changed his stripes?

We first heard about what happened between Trent and Jenna in Always For You, when Maureen tells Smith the story she’d heard. We got a little more insight when Trent showed up in Crystal Cove for the Christmas short Underneath My Christmas Tree, and even more during Trent’s book, Always My Own. But we never actually see Jenna until she stops in at Kiki’s bakery in the short My One and Always.

Writing from Jenna’s point of view was a huge relief after nearly a year of telling her story through others’ eyes. We’d gotten bits and pieces of Jenna–clues about her character, how she had changed since her introduction–but finally, we could see why she’d made some of the choices she did, as well as what was she was struggling with currently.

Jenna and Linc are both in recovery from different trauma. (We’ll talk about Linc next week.) Their wounds are what make them both interesting and appealing, and how they move on, both together and alone, is what makes the story.


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New Adult Scavenger Hunt and Giveaway 2016

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Welcome to New Adult Scavenger Hunt! This bi-annual event was inspired as a way to give readers a chance to gain access to exclusive bonus material from their favorite authors…and a chance to win some awesome prizes! At this hunt, you not only get access to exclusive content from each author, you also get a clue for the hunt. Add up the clues, and you can enter for our prize–one lucky winner will receive one book from each author on the hunt in my team! But play fast: this contest (and all the exclusive bonus material) will only be online for 72 hours!

Go to the New Adult Scavenger Hunt page to find out all about the hunt. There are THREE contests going on simultaneously, and you can enter one or all! I am a part of the TEAM PURPLE–but there is also a red team and a blue team for a chance to win two different sets of books!


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If you’d like to find out more about the hunt, see links to all the authors participating, and see the full list of prizes up for grabs, go to the New Adult Scavenger Hunt page.

Directions: Below, you’ll notice that I’ve listed my lucky book number. Collect the lucky book numbers of all the authors on Team Purple, and then add them up (don’t worry, you can use a calculator!).
Entry Form: Once you’ve added up all the numbers, make sure you fill out the form here to officially qualify for the grand prize. Only entries that have the correct number will qualify.
Rules: Open internationally, anyone below the age of 18 should have a parent or guardian’s permission to enter. To be eligible for the grand prize, you must submit the completed entry form by May 1st, at noon Eastern Time. Entries sent without the correct number or without contact information will not be considered.


I’m happy to be hosting author Jessica Ruddick.

Jessica Ruddick lives in Virginia and is married to her college sweetheart–their first date was a fraternity toga party (and nothing inspires love like a toga, right?). When she doesn’t have her nose in a book or her hands on a keyboard,Jessica-cropped she can be found wrangling her two rambunctious sons, taming two rowdy but lovable rescue dogs, and battling the herd of dust bunnies that has taken up residence in her home. LETTING GO and WANTING MORE are Entangled Embrace releases, and she has a forthcoming romantic suspense release with St. Martin’s Swerve under her pen name, Jessica Linden. To learn more about Jessica, please visit her websites and


Today she’s sharing some exclusive content from her book WANTING MORE (A Love on Campus novel).


WM_500Bri Welch likes to play it safe. I don’t. She’s wound tight, and I’m all about a good party. But there’s something about her that makes me want to pull those uptight layers away one-by-delicious-one. But the worst thing is she makes me want more… I can’t stop wanting her…




In Wanting More, Josh plays guitar. Below are some of the songs he plays in the book.

“Little Lion Man,” by Mumford and Sons

“Dust in the Wind,” Kansas

“Landslide,” Fleetwood Mac

In the end of the book, Josh composes his own song. (I don’t want to give away any spoilers, so you’ll have to read the book to find out the context of the song.) These two songs are sort of what I had in mind, though.

“Thinking Out Loud,” Ed Sheeran

“In Your Eyes,” Jeffrey Gaines


I LOVE this music–and can’t wait to read the book! Don’t forget to enter the contest for a chance to win a ton of signed books by Jessica Ruddick, me and many others!

To enter, you need to know that my lucky book number is 9 .

Add up all the favorite numbers of the authors on Team Purple and you’ll have the secret code to enter for the grand prize!

And for a chance to win even more, enter the rafflecopter below.


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To keep going on your quest for the hunt, you need to check out the next author, Tellulah Darling.