AUTHOR READER MATCH WRITES: contemporary romance, including romantic comedy and military romance ABOUT AUTHOR: RC Boldt lives on the southeastern coast of North Carolina, enjoys long walks on the beach, running, reading, people watching, and singing karaoke. If you’re in the mood for some killer homemade mojitos, can’t recall the lyrics to a particular 80’s song, or just need to hang around a nonconformist who will do almost anything for a laugh, she’s your girl. WHAT I’M LOOKING FOR IN MY IDEAL READER MATCH: A reader who loves sexy yet sweet butterflies-in-the-pit-of-your-stomach stories where love conquers all, with a touch of humor thrown in for good measure. WHAT TO EXPECT IF COMPATIBLE: Expect to be immersed into a multitude of stories which will have you swooning, sometimes have your heart aching, Follow RC: Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads | Newsletter | Amazon | BookBub | Instagram HE LOVES ME … KNOT by R.C. Boldt Sometimes love needs a second chance… I never looked back after skipping out on my own wedding, even if it did leave me estranged from most of my family. Eight years later, I have the life I’ve always wanted. As an advertising account executive,…

When I was a kid, my mother was paranoid. I mean, she’s still paranoid—she’s an expert in everyday items that will definitely kill me soon—but her hovering and persistent worry provided the clearest shape to my sense of How One Properly Celebrates Fall. Apparently once there was a dude who either poisoned Halloween candies or slipped razor blades into caramel apples or…I dunno what the real story was, but by the time Mom got done with it, pretty much every kid on the planet who dared go trick-or-treating was begging for a gruesome death. No way was I getting out of the house in my bed-sheet-and-eyeliner Cleopatra costume. So, since blackmailing my neighbors for candy was out and I was personally unchurched (read: the only heathen in a very Catholic neighborhood), my options for seasonal festivities were kind of limited. I could always have gone deer hunting with my dad and brother, but Bambi was still far too raw and relevant in my psyche (still is). Which left really only one thing. Football. In the late 70s and early 80s, football in Houston meant the Oilers. All the walls in my house were painted Columbia blue. Pictures exist of pre-gradeschool-me…