Thursday, 21 January 2016

Blog Stop: Remaking Ryan by Jacie Floyd

Title: Remaking Ryan
Author: Jacie Floyd
Series: The Billionaire Brotherhood #3
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Pub. Date: January 4, 2016
ISBN: 978-1523255368

In Book Three of the Billionaire Brotherhood, Ryan Eastham appears to have it all—fame, fortune, and legendary good looks—but injury has ended his high-profile professional football career and he’s at loose ends. After years of living, breathing, and training for football, he’s searching for something meaningful to do with his future. He expects nothing but boredom from the on-air sports announcer job he’s been offered, and his so-called love life is more tabloid fiction than fact.

Due to the shattering betrayal of her late husband, Jenna McCall is wary of men and their meaningless promises. Isolating herself from friends and family while she reexamines her goals and dreams, her baby daughter is her sole focus. Ryan’s unscheduled intrusion into her life leaves her irritated, edgy, and a little intrigued.

Family commitments throw this pair together as reluctant companions on a cross-country drive from Massachusetts to Missouri. Despite a wrong turn, stolen car, and fussy baby, they find unexpected pleasure in one another’s company. Amid wedding chaos and intense family drama in St. Louis, they each proceed with plans to start new careers in different parts of the country, but their attraction continues to build. When it’s time to say good-bye, Ryan challenges Jenna to remake their lives and plan a future together instead.

Ryan wheeled himself out of the lift. “What was that about?”
Exercise,” Jenna explained. “I’m trying to work off ten pounds of leftover baby fat.”
His eyes searched her up and down with a spark of interest. Yikes. She controlled the urge to cross her arms and hide the various lumps and bumps of cellulite behind strategic hand placement. No one had looked at her like she was an attractive woman in eleven-months-two-weeks-and-three-days. Not that she was counting. Much.
His inspection made her all too aware of the white Capris stained with something green on the knee. Grass stain? Strained spinach? Hard to say.
She’d topped the pants with a tan T-shirt she’d pulled straight out of the laundry basket. So that was massively boring. And wrinkled.
Instead of the cute little kitten-heeled mules or pointy-toed power shoes she would have worn in her previously stylish life as an up-and-coming art historian at The Smithsonian, she’d slipped on a pair of grungy flip flops more suited to beach patrol than hospital visitation.
Had she washed her hair this morning? She pushed some stray tendrils behind her ear to make a casual check. Nope, not freshly washed.
Obviously personal appearance wasn’t a high priority for her. She’d learned the hard way how little looks mattered. Nothing but Elly mattered these days.
Where are they?” he asked about the extra poundage.
Oh, they’re there.” She patted her tummy and thighs and stepped behind his chair to escape the scrutiny.
Nope,” he said. “You’re thinner now than you used to be.”
Huh.” She doubted both his vision and his sincerity. “You should see me naked.”
An awkward silence hung between them. Clapping her hand over her mouth, she closed her eyes and cursed her thoughtless tongue.
Sure,” Ryan said. “I’m game, but could we wait until the medication wears off? I want to remember every detail.”
From what I’ve heard,” Jenna sassed back, “you’re always game.”
Yeah,” he admitted, after a yawn, “but this isn’t my best day.”

Like most writers, I’ve always been an avid reader. I always knew I wanted to write, too, but I kept that tidbit to myself for a very long time. What does a reader who secretly wants to write do? She works in a library. My very first job, and maybe my favorite, was in my hometown public library. I loved everything about the grand old building and was fascinated by the people who came and went every day. But mostly, I loved the books. Seeing them, handling them, checking them in and out, shelving them, and, of course, reading them. To have access to books that contained so much knowledge, history, and tradition was a pleasure that never grew old.

In my spare time through the next few years, I continued reading and began learning how to write. I accumulated stacks of completed manuscripts and an increasing determination to get them published. Happily, my sixth full-length novel has just been released. I would describe my books as fresh, flirty, and fun contemporaries about strong women and men who deal with relatable situations in familiar settings. They’re also emotionally rewarding with a liberal helping of humor, because, really, what point is there to life without laughter?

After living my childhood and adult life in a variety of Midwestern cities, I was always an island girl at heart, yearning for white sands, perpetual sunshine, and crystal blue waters. This past year I turned that dream into reality by abandoning my snow shovel along with my day job and moving to Florida to write full-time. The view from my lanai is great, the wildlife is interesting, and my handsome and heroic husband handles all of my IT issues and regularly prods me to interact with actual living, breathing people, not just the ones I invent and put on the page.

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I admit, I didn’t think much of Charlie at first. She was rounder than the girls who usually caught my eye. Not my type. But when I saw her sitting in that booth alone, for the first time something in my mind or my instincts or my heart told me to join her.

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She challenged me.

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Amalie Silver resides in Minnesota with her husband, two toddlers, and German Short-haired Pointer, Saba. She consumes approximately three pots of coffee a day, and credits this for her survival over the past decade.

When not completely consumed in her writing, she can be found taking road trips to northern Minnesota, engaging in fierce Scrabble games, or reading a good book. She’s a sucker for all romance genres, literary fiction, and psychological fiction.