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Fresh Pick | THE COMFORTS OF HOME by Jodi Thomas
Fresh Pick / October 20, 2011

Harmony #3 November 2011 On Sale: November 1, 2011 Featuring: Reagan Truman; Noah; Tyler Wright 336 pages ISBN: 0425244482 EAN: 9780425244487 Kindle: B0052RHDA6 Paperback $7.99  Add to Wish List Romance Contemporary Buy at Amazon.com Small Town delight says our book club! The Comforts Of Home by Jodi Thomas In Harmony, Texas, twenty-year-old Reagan Truman has found her place, and found her family. But with her uncle taken ill and her friend Noah lost and disheartened with his life, Reagan is afraid of ending up alone again, and she’s not the only one. When a terrible storms threatens the town, the residents of Harmony are forced to think about what they really want. Because making the connections they so desperately desire means putting their hearts at risk… A compelling and passionate story of the rsidents of a small town facing the truth. Previous Picks

Carrie Lofty | Writing My First True Alpha…?
Author Guest / October 20, 2011

When I drafted the initial opening scenes to FLAWLESS, I set out to write my first genuinely self-centered, arrogant, know-it-all-but-ultimately-redeemable alpha hero. Did I succeed? Kinda. And it depends on who you ask. That first draft presented Miles, Viscount Bancroft as a real…well…jerk! He eyed the maid, tipped cigar ash on the heroine’s evening gloves, and generally behaved as a boor. I read the first twenty pages to Chicago North, a group critique chapter, and poor Miles got ripped apart! There I was trying expand beyond my lovably earnest warriors and composers and, apparently, went too far. I went back to the drawing board and found out that Miles had more of a scampish streak. He’s cheeky, daring, quick-witted, and occasionally carries a whip like Indiana Jones. He even sits on the right side of history and has very good manners. Check out this scene where he decides to intervene against a foul-mouthed wagonmaster on the Cape Town docks: Across three months, the colony had subjected Miles to many such scenes. Perhaps the difference, on this occasion, could be traced to the bitterness Viv churned in his blood. His arms ached with the need to pummel his fretfulness into submission–or…