My husband is a news junkie. He has the network news on TV and is on his iPad cruising other sites. When something big happens he is glued to the TV.
I hate that.
I am not a news junkie. In fact, I would be really happy to only hear the weather report, the sports scores, and how kittens got rescued from trees. That doesn’t mean my head is in the sand or I walk around like Pollyanna, but why go searching for bad news?
I work in a school for kids who have dropped out or have been kicked out of regular school. I teach teen moms, drug dealers, drug addicts, gang members, depressed students, bullied students, and a huge cross section of LGBTQ students who felt they didn’t fit in at their regular high schools. Many of my students are now or have been homeless. Many of them have been abused or neglected by the very people who are supposed to love them the most. This year alone I had 3 students die from drug overdoses.
Trust me when I say, I know the world has bad things in it.
Aw, baseball, America’s pastime. There’s nothing better than sitting in the stands and watching a player smash a 90+ mph fastball over the wall. The art of the game, the patience, the strategy, and those hot baseball pants, what’s not to love?
I’m a lifelong St. Louis Cardinals fan, but I love watching games even if my RedBirds aren’t playing. Pitching duels, high scoring games, the long ball, I’ll sit through anything. Even a rain delay. Naturally, I also enjoy the sexiness on the field.
So here are my top 5 sexy baseball players who don’t play for the Cardinals:
Kris Bryant – 3rd baseman for Chicago Cubs – just look at those eyes. It also helps that he’s one hell of a player. His batting stance is almost perfect.
Derek Jeter – former shortstop for New York Yankees – no list is complete without Jeter who seems to get better with age. Retirement suits him.
Kevin Kiermaier – center fielder for Tampa Bay Rays – I watch the Rays when I can. For good reason.
Dustin Ackley – 2nd baseman for Los Angeles Angels – The crooked smile is stuff novels are made of.
David Freese – 3rd baseman for Pittsburgh Pirates – Okay this is a bit of a cheat since Freese was the hero of the Cardinals 2011 World Series run, but he plays for the enemy now so…
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Life isn’t meant to be perfect. It’s meant to be lived . . .
Nina Sheridan thought she’d found the perfect man who would become the perfect husband. She was wrong. When Nina realizes the man she planned to grow old with doesn’t know her at all, it’s time to rethink her idea of perfect. And what better place to get her life in order than a remote Colorado mountain town halfway around the world?
Gnaw Bone, Colorado, may not be flashy or cosmopolitan, but it’s got a brand of hospitality all its own. Nina isn’t entirely sure she’s ready to trade the life she thought she wanted in England for cozy evenings in her mountain retreat, and she definitely isn’t sure she’s ready to handle the connection she feels to the owner of her rental house, Max Holden . . .
Nina didn’t come to Colorado to find love, but even the best-laid plans can go awry. Now, if Nina can let go of her past, Max-and a future in Gnaw Bone-might just be the perfect second chance she’s been waiting for.
In my new release, Talk British to Me, my hero is the Dating Guy on a popular morning radio show. To keep his identity a secret, he uses a different name and a British accent. This makes him a very popular Brit. He’s definitely my current favorite. But I’ve got others too—Daniel Craig (I may or may not have a picture of me photo shopped next to him, just saying), Henry Cavill, David Beckham, Agatha Christie, Daphne du Maurier, to name a few—and I thought surely some of my favorite authors also have favorite Brits, so I asked them! Here’s what they had to say…
Samanthe Beck, author of Emergency Attraction ~ Hands down, John Oliver from HBO’s Last Week Tonight. I love him. I’m talking, like, restraining order level love. I can’t even properly articulate why this Brit works my shit, but he does. Want a .gif? Cuz I’ve got a .gif!
Penny Reid, author of Dating-ish ~ Ada Lovelace is my favorite Brit.
Not only was she one of the world’s first programmers, she was also a mathematician, computer scientist, scientist writer, created the first algorithm, AND was a countess. I also love that she is Lord Byron’s only legitimate child. How cool is that? The father of romanticism gave birth to the mother of computer science.
J. Kenner, author of Bitch Slap ~ Bond. James Bond. Because freaking awesome, that’s why!
Rachel Harris, author of The Nanny Arrangement ~ Oh gosh, that’s so hard to choose! I think I have to go with Colin Firth. He’ll forever be Mr. Darcy and that man and movie can get me out of any funk I’m in. Sick? Pride & Prejudice time. Sad? Turn it on. Bored? Yup, I lose myself in his brooding stare. But I also have a huge girl crush on Emma Watson 🙂
Hayson Manning, author of Taming the CEO ~ My favorite Brit hands down would be JK Rowling for bringing us, Harry Potter. I’ve had the joy of reading the books to my kids, watching the movies. We’ve laughed, we’ve cried (don’t get me started on Hedwig). So thank you to JK Rowling for inspiring generations of kids to dive into a book (and their parents too).
Cindi Madsen, author of Confessions of a Former Puck Bunny ~ It’s so hard to pick just one favorite Brit when there are so many hotties to choose from. I’m going to have to go with Richard Armitage. If you haven’t watched him in the North & South miniseries, you’re missing out. Between the looks, sexy accent, brooding, and the crazy intense romantic tension–need I say more?–I fell a little bit in love with him. (Oh & it’s totes on Netflix right now)
Julie Richman, author of The Do-Over ~ Patsy and Edina. Hands down my favorite Brits. My nephew calls me “Aunt Eddie” – and there’s a reason for that (yup, I’m owning up to it). I can binge on Season’s of AbFab and love to do it with close friends and family members who “get it”. Jennifer Saunders and Joanna Lumley are brilliant and a fantasy of mine, Sweetie Darling, would be to write with Jennifer Saunders someday. I’ll bring the Bolly. Wear LaCroix.
(Welshmen aren’t Brits, are they? UK and all…because if we can squeeze them in…the handsome man on my next cover, Jason Caselton, would need to be on the list…and probably need to be on an AbFab episode).
*Robin here – I just googled Jason and yep, no problem staring at him for a while.
Anissa Garcia, author of The Promise Series ~ My favorite Brit?? I have to choose one?!! Hmm…Mr. Darcy because he has more than 10 thousand a year. 😉 But, seriously, he may not be completely charming, but he’s dashing, sincere, and tries to do the right thing.
And Tom Hardy because he rescues people and dogs in real life.
Maggie Kelley, author of One Little Kiss ~ Well…wrap Matthew Goode up in a Union Jack and I’m a goner but…my true Brit crush is Mick Jagger. Never knew sexy until I spent a night in the third row of a Stones concert-watching Mick strut. Damn, that devil’s got all my sympathy.
Who is your favorite Brit?
About ROBIN BIELMAN
When not attached to her laptop, USA Today Bestselling Author Robin Bielman can almost always be found with her nose in a book. A California girl, the beach is her favorite place for fun and inspiration. Her fondness for swoon-worthy heroes who flirt and stumble upon the girl they can’t live without jumpstarts most of her story ideas.
About TALK BRITISH TO ME:
As the Dating Guy on L.A.’s top morning show, I give the single guy’s perspective on dating, love, and sex—and I give great advice. Everyone’s hooking up…well, except for me. Sure, I can get any woman I want, but I’ve got a “no relationship” clause in my contract and the only woman I want has “relationship” written all over her. Probably stamped on her ass, too. And wouldn’t I like to confirm that.
Unfortunately, she wants nothing to do with me. At all. Something about the next Ice Age might have even come up in her rebuttal. Adorable. Because she’s determined to ignore what one simple kiss proved: she wants me as badly as I want her.
Everything in me is screaming to go after her, but I’ve got a secret that I’m fairly certain will end up with her roasting my nuts over an open fire. So, job on the line? Check. Nuts on the line? Check. Can’t get her out of my head? Nail…meet coffin. But what a way to go…
1,843 days. That’s how long I survived in that hellhole. They tried to break me, but I resisted. And I owe it all to the memory of warm summer nights, the scent of peaches, and the one woman who loved me more than I ever deserved to be loved. Now, I’ll do anything to get back to her.
Only Shelby Eubanks isn’t the girl I left behind all those years ago. She’s someone else, a stranger. My Shelby-my little green-eyed firecracker-would never give up her dreams, would never disappear into her mother’s ambitions. But I won’t give up on her. On us. I may be broken, and scarred, and not the man I used to be, but I will do whatever it takes to remind her of the story of us.
I just need a moment alone, to remember how to breathe and to remember how to push the hurt away so I can go back out there and do my job. Hold my head high with a smile on my face and pretend like dancing with Eli, being close to Eli, and letting him rain insults down on me, didn’t cut me in half.
As soon as I turn the handle and push open the office door, I feel something solid slam into me from behind, moving me faster into the dark room. I trip over my feet and an arm slides around my waist to steady me before whirling me around. I smell his soap and recognize his firm hold on me before the moonlight shining in the floor-to-ceiling windows behind me illuminates the shadow of his face, but that doesn’t stop the rapid thumping of my heart as the door is kicked shut with a slam and my body is turned and pushed roughly against the wall next to it. With the first touch of his hands, the first feel of the heat from his skin against me, I’m lost. I’m drowning in a pool of desire I’ve only ever felt with him, and I never want to come up for air. Every inch of my body is on fire, begging for more, needing everything I’ve been missing, but knowing everything about this moment is wrong. This can’t happen. I can’t want this and I certainly can’t act on what I’m feeling.
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“Stupid, stupid, stupid.” The clipped words matched her pace as she hurried to the Jeep. Honestly, she wouldn’t have minded Owen walking with her, but then he’d see what she was trying to hide.
Another painting of him.
What is wrong with me? She admonished herself. Twice in the last several weeks—and the only times she’d picked up a paint brush—and she’d ended up painting Owen. Today she painted him with the canyon as a backdrop as he looked through the telescope. She stopped and looked at the canvas and sighed.
It captured him perfectly.
“Ugh…I have to stop doing this!” At the Jeep, she placed her supplies in the trunk and locked it up and quickly headed back toward the campsite. The sun was setting fast and she wasn’t up for walking alone in the dark. As she walked by the public restroom, she stopped in to use it before going back to their site and when she got there, she smiled at the scene before her.
Owen had a fire going and had spread a blanket over the nearby bench and set their dinner up on it. All in all it looked very romantic and if she pushed her unease aside, she could allow herself to enjoy the moment and the effort Owen put in to it.
“It looks like dinner is served,” she said lightly as she walked over and sat down.
His smile was genuine and Brooke was sorry she’d run off a few minutes ago. Maybe he’d be flattered that she’d painted him…it was possible. The problem was that she was trying to wrap her own brain around why it was this man who took her out of every comfort zone she had and why.
They ate in silence for a few minutes. There was just the two of them and the sounds of nature all around. The campground was relatively empty and she wasn’t sure if it was a blessing or a curse just yet.
“So are we going to see anything amazing in the sky tonight?” she asked.
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Jessica was going to rip that surgeon a new asshole when she saw him. That was what she was going to do!
She plopped down in the recliner next to Tyler’s bed and tapped her foot on the floor at mach three.
Asshole. Jerk. Over-bearing, over-protective, know-it-all surgeon. So what if she had a different last name? So what if she was a reporter? Tyler was her twin, and Gabriel was her stepbrother from her mom’s second husband. He’d been her brother since she was twelve. Different last name? Yeah. But so fucking what? Gabriel and his brother and sister had a different dad, and Tyler had elected to keep their biological father’s name. Jessica preferred to think of her father as the sperm donor and had assumed her mother’s maiden name of Finley when she turned eighteen.
Dr. Walker probably wouldn’t understand any of that. He probably grew up in a house with a white picket fence, two parents who actually loved each other and stayed together forever, and a golden retriever named Max who played fetch and slept at the foot of his bed every night to chase the monsters away.
“What are you so mad about, Jess? I can feel the rage from over here.” Tyler’s hoarse voice brought her back from the land of imagining ways to torture Dr. Walker, some of which were beginning to distract her. She’d imagined stringing him up naked, but the whole naked thing had ruined it for her. Completely distracting thought. He was supposed to be old, and ugly, and annoying. Not young, gorgeous, and annoying.
“Oh, the jerk who operated on you got me kicked out of recovery. I told him I was a reporter and since we don’t have the same last name, he didn’t believe I was your sister.”
I am so ready for my summer reads! I’m a huge reader and normally get some quality book snuggle every night—but this last month has been CRAZY and I’ve hardly had time to read at all. But we’ve reached the light at the end of the tunnel and I’m about to have my normal routine restored. In anticipation of the coming book binge, I’ve selected a handful of sexy summer reads guaranteed get my grin on.
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I KNEW YOU WERE TROUBLE by Lauren Layne
Seriously, Lauren gives good RomCom. Her books are light and fresh and sexy and sizzly, and I always tell myself I’m going to try and make them last, but then end up devouring them in one sitting because they’re impossible to put down.
WICKED ABYSS by Kresley Cole
Meet my all time favorite author, Kresley. I use her first name like we’re best friends. We’ve never OFFICIALLY met, but I’m guessing after all the fan mail, she feels like we have. Like we’re sisters maybe. I bet she’s hoping we’ll get stuck in an elevator for eleven or twelve hours together too some day. She’d tell me stories and I’d give her the bottle of water from my bottomless purse. We’d bond while I recounted all my favorite parts of the books she wrote. It would NOT be creepy.
Anyhoo, this one’s the latest in her crack addictive series IMMORTALSAFTERDARK. But if you’ve already burned through that one, try the ARCANACHRONICLES. Or if you’re feeling naughty… THE GAME MAKER series.
What happens in London, doesn’t have to stay there…
The last thing I expected to find in my dossier was sexy stockings, a plane voucher to London and an invitation to dance at a gentleman’s club. I’m a quiet museum curator for God’s sake. No way, no how am I going to slide down a pole for a bunch of over privileged, narcissistic men—until I see Sean Fraser, my childhood crush, enter the establishment. Since I’m no longer that overweight teen with braces and mousey hair, there is no way he’ll recognize me. Hmmm… Maybe I’ll give him a fake name—and a private dance. That ought to make him finally notice me, right?
What the hell is Kennedy Lane doing sliding down a pole in a private Gentlemen’s club? I’m not sure, and while I know she’s hands off, I want her. I’ve always wanted her. She might have been too young for me back in the day. Now, not so much. Hands off leads to hands on after a private dance, and while Kennedy spends the weekend pretending to be someone she isn’t, I know full well who she is. And I’m not quite ready to let her hang up her stockings when the show is over.
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Oh. My. God.
I’ve heard the term fucked silly before, but until last night, I had no idea what it meant. Now, I do, because instead of putting sugar in my coffee, I grabbed the salt packet and added it. But I don’t care that Sean fucked me senseless and I’m messing up the most menial task. Zero brain cells this morning is a small price for the three orgasms he gave me last night. Talk about epic sex. If only I could wipe the stupid smile off my face.
Honestly, I can’t freaking believe he tied my hands—spanked me, even. I never expected that. But holy hell, it was hot.
I’d sneaked out in the middle of the night after he fell asleep. If I know what’s good for me, I’ll jump on a plane today and get the hell out of London while the getting’s good. Any more time with him and it’s quite possible I could want more. But heck, we agreed to a one-night affair, and he doesn’t know who I am, anyway.
I gesture to the waiter for a fresh cup of coffee and peruse the brochures I’d grabbed from the front lobby. But in my peripheral vision, I spot Sean and the man he was with the day I arrived entering the hotel’s dining room. Heat moves through me as his gaze slides over mine, and when his mouth quirks in a smile and he runs his hand down his tie, I quiver deep between my legs.
Oh, God, who do you think you’re kidding, Kennedy? You do want more.
To save her family’s business, fledging CEO Daisy Cater must win the bid on a resort on St. Maarten. There’s a small catch, though. The seller insists all bidders visit the island and experience the singles retreat firsthand. This wouldn’t be so bad…if only rule-maker Daisy weren’t paired with her bitter rival, the hot and broody Alexander Gillard. Keeping her enemy close just became a whole lot harder.
Alexander “Zan” Gillard didn’t expect to be partnered with gorgeous Daisy at the idyllic singles retreat. A challenge that has them cuffed together ignites an explosive chemistry, and soon Zan wants more than four days with this bewitching woman who is nothing like he expected her to be.
But their families are at odds and reality awaits them at home, along with a betrayal that threatens to blow their newfound trust apart…
Thirty-Seven Foster Dogs, Kids and a Suicidal Fish.
Daisy in Taming the CEO has a cat, Virgil who is a serial stealer and I based Virgil on our cat Bob who has hauled a mousetrap still with the cheese in, a cooked pork chop, a man’s shoe, banana, and underwear – he has no preference, male and female.
We here in Casa Manning love animals, and we’ve had our share.