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Beth Cornelison | Don’t Tell Me I Can’t!
Author Guest / September 11, 2012

I admit it. I have a ‘tude. More specifically, I have a stubborn streak that hates to be told no. The surest way to fire me up to do something is to tell me I can’t. I can’t have ice cream for breakfast? Pass the Ben and Jerry’s! I can’t fit my car in that parking place? Watch me! So when I started writing romances mumble mumble years ago and was told I can’t have a musician as a hero, I took offense. The prevailing theory was that readers didn’t like sports heroes (Ahem, Susan Elizabeth Phillips Chicago Stars anyone?)— nor artists, actors or musicians. Supposedly these careers had stigmas attached to them and weren’t considered hero-worthy. My inner rebel immediately shouted, “What? Musicians are sexy! Musicians are romantic! Musicians can be rough and tough guys who’ll protect the heroine from danger!” The gauntlet had been thrown down, and I set out to write a musician hero readers would swoon over. Based on reader mail I’ve received regarding CHASING A DREAM, I succeeded. In CHASING A DREAM, country musician Justin Boyd has a dream of making it big in Nashville. He’s got the winning combination of talent and tenacity. Nothing…

Fresh Pick | PLAYING TO WIN by Jaci Burton
Fresh Pick / September 11, 2012

Play-by-Play #4 September 2012 On Sale: September 4, 2012 Featuring: Savannah Brooks; Cole Riley 320 pages ISBN: 042524783X EAN: 9780425247839 Kindle: B0072O025U Paperback $15.00  Add to Wish List Romance Erotica Sensual Buy at Amazon.com Football mania continues Playing To Win by Jaci Burton Football star Cole Riley is notorious for doing as he pleases-on the field and off. He parties hard and fights harder, but if he doesn’t clean up his act, his career is over-so Cole reluctantly agrees to work with image consultant Savannah Brooks. All the characteristics that have put this series high on my must read list. Excerpt She was beautiful, sure, with a face that would stop traffic. And the way she was put together screamed money or high society. Her hair was piled up on her head, she wore a pearl necklace that he knew damn well wasn’t fake, and he’d been with enough women to learn designers, and that little purse on the table cost a lot of money. Maybe she was related to the team owner. But he hadn’t seen anyone come within ten feet of the table in the past two hours. She was no wallflower, but she wasn’t giving off vibes…