Is there anything more fun than discovering a new-to-you author, and then having the excitement of finding and reading that author’s backlist? This has happened to me over and over. Sometimes I’m embarrassed to come so late to some authors. Most recently, I was re-reading some old Maggie Osborne western romance novels, and when I was done decided to look for a similar writer. I found her. Cait Logan. Her historicals are great, just the right amount of humor against a western backdrop. The same happened with Mary Balogh, Dorothy Garlock, Lisa Kleypas, Karen Moning, Suzanne Brockmann, Georgette Heyer, Beverly Lewis, and others. I just read a good Elizabeth Hoyt book and will be looking for others by her. I’m especially pleased when readers tell me this about my own books. For example, VIKING IN LOVE, my first book from Avon and a return to historical romance for me, is the eighth in a loosely linked series. That means it is a stand-alone book and can be read out of order. I love when readers, late in discovering me, say they love a particular book and are going to buy my backlist. To read more of BOOK GLOMMING DON’T YOU…

September 2009On Sale: August 25, 2009Featuring: Dayne Sheridan; Kason Rhodes336 pages ISBN: 0505528088EAN: 9780505528087Mass Market Paperback$7.99 Romance Contemporary Buy at Amazon.com Sliding Homeby Kate Angell The ultimate bad-boy baseball player finds a stranger in his shower and decides that no matter how sexy the interloper is, there’s no way she’s stealing home. Excerpt Who’d been sleeping in Kason Rhodes’s bed? The left fielder for the Richmond Rogues had returned from six weeks of spring training in Florida to find someone had moved into his mobile home. That person was presently in his shower. The bathroom door stood cracked and steam curled into the hallway. The peach scented shower gel cast the intruder as female. Kason took a moment and looked around his bedroom. Unmade bed, tossed brown comforter, rumpled beige cotton sheets, the imprint of her head on his pillow. Lady was an uninvited sleepover. A vintage Guns N Roses T-shirt, a pair of stonewashed jeans, a pale blue bra and panties lay across the foot of his bed. Black Converse sat on the floor. Kason’s jaw locked. Damn he hated Read More… Previous Picks Visit FreshFiction.com to learn more about books and authors.