New Release Spotlight: Do You Like My Wiener by Brenda Rothert

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Ladies, we’ve all been there…a good first date is wrapping up and we’re sure a second date is likely after a great goodnight kiss beside our car. He’s tall, funny and charming. FINALLY a good one. He asks to get in the car, which seems natural since it’s cold outside. And then, once inside, another kiss, and he exposes himself and asks us if we like his wiener.

Wait, what? You haven’t been there? Guess that one only happened to me. What about the guy who spends most of a first date complaining bitterly about his ex-wife? The one with the guy who cops to his criminal record over dessert?

Dating these days can leave a girl frustrated and disgusted. But fear not, I’m here to help. I’m a veteran dater, having spent a fair amount of time in the cheap-cologne scented trenches. And while I am admittedly not an expert, I can help you avoid my mistakes.

I’ll show you how to prepare yourself for dating, how to spot the red flags and how to laugh off the misadventures you will inevitably have. And hopefully, how to avoid an awkward wiener encounter of your own. 

***With laugh-out-loud mishaps and heartfelt advice, bestselling romance author Brenda Rothert shows readers that while dating these days can be the worst, great men aren’t just fictional.***

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PICTURE IT: I’m on my way to a first date with a cute guy I met on a dating site. I’m feeling good— got my hair and nails done, put my jeans in the dryer for an extra ten minutes so they’re fitting just right, and I’m wearing my favorite heels because this guy is quite tall, and I won’t feel like a giant next to him in heels.

For our first meeting, we’re getting together at an upscale bar for a drink. It’s attached to a very popular restaurant, and the parking lot is nearly full on this Friday night. I park in the back, and when I get out to walk in, I run into my date, who is also walking in. I recognize him from his photos on the dating site.

I’m happy with what I see. He has a very friendly smile, and he’s wearing a nice shirt with jeans. And? He really is as tall as he said on his profile. We walk inside together, where we have a drink and some nice conversation.

When it’s time to go, I button up my coat, and he walks me all the way to the back of the parking lot, where my car is. It’s a cold winter evening, and I can see our breath as we stand next to my car facing each other.

It’s the moment of truth: will he or won’t he kiss me? I reach up to hug him, and after the hug, he does, in fact, kiss me. Then he kisses me again. And a few more times after that. He’s very tall, he smells good, and he’s a good kisser. I’m feeling good. But it’s really cold out, so when he asks me if we can get into my car, I say sure. I’d rather make plans to see him again away from the bitter wind.

I should stop here and tell you that before going out with this guy, I had already checked him out. I knew his last name, where he worked, and that he’d never been arrested. I always check these things out before meeting a date in person. So I did feel safe inviting him to sit in my car with me in a parking lot where lots of people were coming and going. More on this part later.

We get into my car and warm up a bit. He’s even cuter with rosy cheeks. He leans over and kisses me again. I’m thinking he’s definitely second-date worthy.

And then . . .

Then.

There’s no delicate way to put this, guys. I look over and see that he has just exposed himself to me. He has his hand wrapped around his bare . . . you know, sausage, and the look on his face is nothing short of open pride.

I gape, my eyes shooting to his. And then he says the words I shall never, ever forget:

“Do you like my wiener?”

I’ve fielded so many amused, incredulous questions from my girlfriends on this that I know what you’re thinking. No, he wasn’t kidding at all. Yes, he really called it his wiener. And yes, he seemed to think this unexpected display of his manhood would turn me on.

It did not. I was shocked and utterly, completely disappointed. He had seemed so nice. And nice guys don’t whip it out without warning on a first date.

Now, I could have dressed him down right there, but let’s face it. He wouldn’t have gotten the point. So I said the only thing I could to defuse the moment. “Um . . . yeah, it’s very nice.”

My girlfriends got a huge kick out of that one. *eyeroll*

I should have just told him to exit my car and my life in that moment. It took me another thirty seconds or so to do it, though. He took my awkward response as encouragement and told me what he wanted me to do to his wiener, at which point I told him no and goodnight.

But seriously, who expects to find themselves in such a crazily inappropriate moment? Well, if you’re going to date, you should expect the cringeworthy. It will come your way.

You should also expect moments of joy, disappointment, hope, and relief. Dating in this day and age is not for the faint of heart. But you can prepare yourself, and I hope to help you do that.

So who am I anyway, and how am I qualified to help?

As the subtitle of this book states, I’m no expert. I’m not sure what makes one a true expert, but I’d never call myself one. I have been in the trenches, though. I’m twice divorced and have been on many dates when single. I’ve dated at different life stages— in my twenties and in my forties, with kids and without, through thick and thin (Yep, I’m talking about my waistline, and surprisingly, I’m more confident now even though there’s more junk in the trunk). I’m a former journalist and the author of more than twenty-five romance novels.

I look at every date as a learning experience. And in this book, I’m going to share with you what I’ve learned. I hope you can avoid at least some of my mistakes and go in a little wiser than I did.

A lot of single women believe there aren’t many good guys out there to date. I know this feels like the truth sometimes, but it hasn’t been my experience. To find the good guys, though, you have to be both smart and tenacious.

Success happens when preparation meets opportunity. If you want to find a partner, I believe you absolutely can and will. It won’t happen overnight, and it probably won’t be easy.

But first, you have to be prepared. So let’s start preparing you, girl.

Brenda Rothert is an Illinois native who was a print journalist for nine years. She made the jump from fact to fiction in 2013 and never looked back. From new adult to steamy contemporary romance, Brenda creates fresh characters in every story she tells. She’s a lover of Diet Coke, chocolate, lazy weekends and happily ever afters.

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Cover Reveal: Healing Touch by Brenda Rothert

 HEALING TOUCH by Brenda Rothert

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She spends her nights treating patients, but Dr. Jocelyn Drake's own wounds are unfixable. Her ex-husband and his younger, bouncier girlfriend work just a few floors away at Tulane Medical Center, and they serve as a constant reminder of what Joss lost. But a fierce determination to continue her research project and a shred of remaining pride keep Joss from transferring out of the Big Easy.
Carson Stephens recently returned from a tour of duty in the Middle East, and though willing women present themselves at every turn, his closest companion is loneliness. His night-shift work supervising the electrical and mechanical systems at the hospital is a perfect fit - it's solitary work putting broken things back together.
When the electrical system on Joss' floor goes haywire, she's frazzled by the sexy electrician who sparks her dormant sex drive. He's brooding and cocky - so not her type. But if Carson has his way, his hands will work their magic on more than just the wiring, and he'll show Joss a night of passion that restores her shattered confidence. 
But what happens after that night? As their relationship grows into something more, Joss and Carson face ups and downs, and they both realize that the healing has only just begun.

Brenda Rothert is an Illinois native who was a print journalist for nine years. She made the jump from fact to fiction in 2013 and never looked back. From new adult to steamy contemporary romance, Brenda creates fresh characters in every story she tells. She’s a lover of Diet Coke, chocolate, lazy weekends and happily ever afters.

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Promo: The Complete Fire On Ice Series by Brenda Rothert

FIRE ON ICE Boxed set by Brenda Rothert- on sale for .99 cents for a limited time! 

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This series has five full-length novels about hot hockey stars and the women who steal their hearts.

Bound 

College senior Kate Camden has learned to adapt - to her last year of school, to the promise of motherhood, to the fact that she’s doing it all alone. But just when she’s learned to adjust, heartache threatens to break her apart. 

Pro hockey player Jason “Ryke” Ryker has it all: adoring fans, a promising career, and a beautiful wife. But when his seemingly perfect life is shaken by tragedy, he’s left questioning whether having it all is ever more than an illusion.

When circumstance brings Kate and Ryke together, they discover they don’t have to hurt alone. Bound by a grief that haunts them both, they must rely on one another to survive heartbreak. But that grief is more powerful than they realize, and the tie that binds them together may ultimately tear them apart.

Captive 

Two years ago, Jason and Kate Ryker were brought together by grief and bound to one another by love. Now married, they’re confronting their fears together.

But heartbreak finds them again, and the ties that bind Kate and Ryke are tested as she struggles against fear and sadness. As a grief counselor, Kate understands all too well the pain of her clients. And while her husband’s career as an NHL forward is at an all-time high, he’s coping with the frustration of feeling powerless as his wife's hopes slip away.

Edge 

One bad hit has left the career of young NHL Center Luke Hudson in question. When he arrives for rehab with a minor league team, his injury has robbed him of the edge that made him great.

Team trainer Adella Price’s job is to help Luke get back in peak condition. But their one on one sessions shake her resolve to remain unattached. Dell is hands-off to all hockey players, even one as charming and successful as Luke. 

As Luke starts to get ahold of his game again, he loses his grip on his heart. Helping Luke get his edge back brings to light what Dell is missing from her life. But those who want them apart are relentless, and with their careers on the line, Luke and Dell must decide if their love is worth risking it all.

Drive

Years of training are about to pay off for hockey player Nikola Vereshkova. A call to play in the big league means he can finally come through for those who need him. His relocation to Chicago comes with built-in friends – and one gorgeous enemy who was less than impressed with him after their first encounter.
Sadie Alexander knows all about the drastic measures men will take just to get laid. She’s not only experienced it first-hand, but lived to tell about it in her online column, Sadie Says. And even though she’s a die-hard independent woman on the outside, the recent marriage of her best friend has her secretly feeling more alone than ever. 
Getting close to a foul-mouthed Russian hockey heartthrob was the last thing Sadie expected. And the timing couldn’t be worse since she’s sworn off of men for a writing assignment. The line between love and hate is eroding, and Niko and Sadie find themselves in deeper than they ever expected. Could something that started out wrong end up being just right? 

Release 

NHL player Orion Caldwell protects his own. He’s an enforcer to his core, but he was the one left defenseless when his longtime girlfriend broke his heart. Now he’s all about his game, but spending the offseason in his hometown forces him to confront painful issues –both old and new.


Samara Cross just wants to be invisible. After living a nightmare, she came back to her hometown seeking solace. But her quiet life is upturned by the hot, charismatic hockey player who’s taken a sudden interest in her.

Orion and Samara find something unexpected in each other, but when the hockey offseason ends, so does their time together. They struggle with their separation, confronted by ghosts of the past and an uncertain future, discovering that sometimes the only way to hold on.

New Release Spotlight: His by Brenda Rothert

HIS by Brenda Rothert

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Quinn

I’d say I’m down on my luck, but that’s an understatement. I’m flat on my ass. Homeless, hungry and in hiding with my little sister at the age of twenty-one, I’ve never been so desperate. I’ve hit rock bottom when I get an offer I can’t refuse. Sell my body to save my sister? There’s nothing I won’t do to keep her safe. I make the rules and I’m not afraid to defend myself if this rich guy crosses the line. But once I see beneath his cold, calculating façade, the lines aren’t so clear anymore.

Andrew

She’s an intoxicating mix of tough and vulnerable I’ve never known before. This homeless woman who fits right into my upper-class world is running from someone powerful, and I’ll do whatever it takes to protect her. But Quinn isn’t meant to be controlled, so I’m forced to choose between owning her and loving her. I’ve finally met my match, and I’ll do whatever it takes to make her truly mine.

A cloud of breath forms in front of my face as I step out of my car in my underground garage. Winter is setting in fast, and in typical New York style, it refuses to be ignored.

I press my thumb to the keypad beside the elevator in my garage and step on, arriving at the main level of my warehouse home and hearing the thunk of the automated deadbolt opening. When I step inside, I take in the scent of roasting beef. Damn, that smells good. It’s a little after six thirty, and I’m ready for dinner.

But not because of the food. I’m sure I’ll enjoy whatever delicacy my chef and housekeeper, Turner, has cooking right now, but mostly I’m eager to spend an evening with Dawson’s latest find. For a gay man, he really does have incredible taste in women.

I can’t be seen trying to pick up women I intend to pay for sex. And I don’t have time to screw with it, anyway. That’s why I have Dawson. He earns every penny of the six figures I pay him to be my personal assistant. I trust him implicitly, which is no small thing for me.

Last weekend he brought me Olivia, who nearly swallowed my cock as she worked to prove how deep she could take it. She screamed my name like a porn star when she came, and I knew her performance was an effort to get a return invitation.

But I don’t give return invitations.

I shrug off my suit jacket and lay it over the back of a chair. Everything looks to be in order as I glance around the open rooms of my home. A faint lemon scent and a shine on my hardwood floors tell me Turner was hard at work here today.

After a long day of negotiations to purchase a new technology app, I need to unwind. I made a fair offer, but the snotty college kid I’m trying to buy from is greedy. And as much as I want that app, I refuse to pay more for it, even if it means losing it to someone else.

I pull off my navy blue tie and unfasten the top button of my shirt. I’m heading to my bedroom with the tie when a knock at the front door makes me turn. After tossing the tie on my leather sofa, I walk to the wide, solid wood door and press my thumb to a keypad beside it to open it. The deadbolt slides free, and I open the door.

For a split second, I make out Dawson. But my attention is quickly and entirely focused on the woman beside him.

Fuck yes. She’s exactly what I need. Average height, with a slim frame and blond, shoulder-length hair. Her creamy complexion is tinged pink from the cold, matching her beautiful, full lips. She studies me back with huge hazel eyes, and I pick up on her discomfort.

Brenda Rothert is an Illinois native who was a print journalist for nine years. She made the jump from fact to fiction in 2013 and never looked back. From new adult to steamy contemporary romance, Brenda creates fresh characters in every story she tells. She’s a lover of Diet Coke, chocolate, lazy weekends and happily ever afters.

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New Release Spotlight: Blown Away by Brenda Rothert

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In a sensual, emotionally charged novel of love and loss, a tender affair gives two daring storm chasers the strength to overcome shattered dreams and the courage to build a future together.

Drew McGovern is living for two. Her fiancé, Colby, used to savor the feeling of a powerful gale, the rain pelting his face as the sky grew dark—until a shocking tragedy struck him down. Drew’s still grieving his death a year later when she bumps into some of his old storm chasing buddies. For reasons she can’t explain, she volunteers for the next tornado. But when she reconnects with Colby’s best friend, Aiden O’Neal, Drew gets a breath of fresh air that stirs the ashes of her broken heart.

Aiden doesn’t trust himself around Drew. He’s wanted this girl for a long time—long enough to remember the stab of jealousy he felt the first time he saw her in Colby’s arms, long enough to remember the tears that fell as they buried the man they each still miss. Now he’s trying his best to behave himself. But when the wind ruffles Drew’s hair and puts a sparkle in her eye, Aiden can’t resist the urge to hold her close. And when it comes to true love, he’s holding out hope that lightning strikes twice.

Includes a special message from the editor, as well as an excerpt from another Loveswept title.

Cindy Jameson ran a hand over her freshly highlighted blond hair as she approached the salon’s reception desk.

“I love it,” I said of her new cut, color and style.

“Me too,” she said, grinning. “When I hit the lotto I’m hiring Shayla as my personal stylist.”

I smiled and typed a few numbers into the computer, giving her a total for her visit.

“So how are you, Drew?” She took out her checkbook and gave me a sympathetic look.

I’d gotten used to the look. In a small town like Lipton, everyone knew everyone. For the past year, I’d been unable to go anywhere without getting the look. I reminded myself it was because people cared.

Well, mostly. It was sometimes because they were gossips mining for information.

“I’m good,” I said, busying my hands with organizing papers on the desk.

“Really?” Cindy’s tone was skeptical.

I sighed inwardly. Cindy had been in my high school class. We hadn’t been close then. I was tired of people who actually knew me asking how I was, let alone people like her.

Besides, when I said I was good, I either got a skeptical no, you’re not look or a surprised you must be a cold bitch look. I couldn’t win.

“Really,” I said, taking the check she handed me.

“Are you seeing anyone?”

Last week had marked one year since Colby’s death. Everyone knew it because of an article in the local paper with the headline, one year later, mother honors son’s life. Carla had set up a scholarship fund with Colby’s life insurance money. I’d cried—happy tears, for once—when she told me about it. It would’ve made him proud.

But now that it had been a year, people were focused on my social life. Or rather, lack thereof.

“No,” I said to Cindy. “Between work and friends and family, I’m pretty busy.”

It was sort of true. My only friends were Shayla and Jackie. I was living in the basement apartment at Shayla’s house. As soon as Daniel moved for school, I’d left our mom’s house, too. There was nothing good left there. And those marathons of Law and Order I watched every weekend, well, they were close enough to friends.

“Do you feel ready?”

I tried not to cringe. Another no-win question.

“Because I know someone,” Cindy continued. “My brother’s friend Zane. Remember him? He was three years ahead of us in school.”

“Uh . . .” I tried to think of a tactful way to brush off the idea. Truth was, looking for a man had never been my style. I hadn’t been looking for Colby when I’d run into him at the grocery store. Specifically, the produce section. He’d loved telling the story of how he impressed me with his melon-squeezing skills.

“Drew!” Jackie cried from behind her styling chair. “Crap, I am so sorry. I need some color mixed right now. I ran out.”

I shook myself out of the daze I was in. “Oh.”

“Call me sometime,” Cindy said, waving and ducking out of the salon.

I went to the small room where the stylists mixed hair color and looked around, confused. I’d never mixed color before, and Jackie knew it.

Peeking around the doorframe, I looked at her. “Do you really need color mixed?”

“No. I just wanted to get rid of Cindy. Since when is your personal life any of her business?”

Brenda Rothert is an Illinois native who was a print journalist for nine years. She made the jump from fact to fiction in 2013 and never looked back. From new adult to steamy contemporary romance, Brenda creates fresh characters in every story she tells. She’s a lover of Diet Coke, chocolate, lazy weekends and happily ever afters.

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