Friday, December 5, 2014

Guess The Author--Round 2


More fun for our fabulous Comfort and Joy anthology! One of the great things about being involved in a project with your bestie --is your bestie comes up with clever ideas! Yay for fun!

Harper Fox, Joanna Chambers, Josh Lanyon and I are each offering a freebie from out backlist. Take a peek at our contest, take a wild guess (or scope out our pre-sales and find the answers), and win a prize.

Good luck!


Match the correct Author to the following lines. The first four people to come up with the correct match win their choice of ebook from any one of our backlists BARRING the new stories in this anthology. ;-)

1 - It smelled like Christmas. Pine trees and woodsmoke and cold. I looked up at the sky, half expecting to see Santa’s sleigh silhouetted against the enormous silver moon that hung over the trees.

 2 - “Och, God. It’s like the bloody Titanic. Without the potential relief of being drowned.” 

3 - The wine worked magic and as I relaxed against the ugliest shit-brown couch in X, he yawned and put his arm around my shoulder. “Just stretching,” he said, and I rolled my eyes.

4 - X squinted at the sky. Already a clutch of sooty storm clouds was scudding across the horizon, bullying the last of the weak, winter daylight away and ushering in a violet-grey dusk.

Your possible choices are:
Josh Lanyon
Harper Fox
LB Gregg
Joanna Chambers 

Answer in the comment section below.


You can only win once, but you can enter all four rounds. The next round is over at Harper Fox’s Blog. Shhh! It’s midnight over there and she’s cutting the mistletoe.  

Monday, December 1, 2014

Exciting First Look at Waiting for Winter

Coming December 7th in the Comfort and Joy Anthology 



“Ritchie and Lila didn’t arrive from Tahoe.”
Not a question, just the facts. What could I say? “Bingo. Flights cancelled everywhere. I’m to be your driver.”
“They didn’t call, which means they’re either dead—”
“Or they wish they were?” Winter’s cool eyes met mine. “Just kidding. Relax. They’re stuck in Minneapolis with a pair of hopped-up preschoolers. Ritchie and your sister are trying to figure out how Santa can find them without a proper chimney or a suitcase full of presents. He’s fine. She’s fine. This is fine. We’re fine.” Maybe if I said fine enough times, we’d both believe it. “I don’t mind. Buckle up.”
He did with a click. “You sure you’re up for this? It might be better if I catch a cab and stay in town.”
“Look around. There are no cabs.” I put the truck in reverse, but waited as another car rolled by. “Are you asking if I can stay awake past my bedtime? Or if I can handle the drive? Because I put the snow tires on in November.”
 “No,” he said in the take-no-shit tone I both loved and detested. Frown lines marred his forehead as he contemplated the weather. The snow had gained significant ground outside the truck’s windows. “I’m asking if you want to share the same space with me, alone. You haven’t been keen on that in the past.”
And bang, we touched on the one subject I wanted to avoid. He’d laid us bare within seconds of being together. Well, I wasn’t keen on a rehash, either.
“Meh. You’re fine in small doses. Just keep your pants on.” His frown deepened. Pale under his five o’clock shadow, with smudges of fatigue under his eyes. Winter looked beat, actually, so I waved a peace offering in the form of a thermos. “There’s hot coffee if you want it. You look like you could use some.”
“Black?”
“Like your heart.”
Winter hadn’t taken his gaze off me the entire time. He didn’t crack, just took the thermos without further comment, and the Vermonter pulled out of the station—last stop St. Albans. It slithered into the blurry night, picturesque as the Polar Express, and I backed onto the flat roadway, which was total shit.
“What, Win. Spit it out.”
“You look different.”
“Different how?” I quick checked myself in the rearview mirror. Lit by the dashboard lights, I looked as good as could be expected. “I’ve literally done nothing.”
 I hadn’t had a haircut since summer so the ends brushed my collar. Laziness and depression ranked high on the short list of why I hadn’t cut my hair, so with my new shaggy look, he probably thought I’ blended in with Burlington’s thriving homeless community. My wannabe corporate spouse days were over so I’d look like a hippie if I wanted to. The only thing keeping me from going total Appalachian was my aversion to facial hair. Living in Vermont had its perks. “I’m going for a new look.”
“I’d say you hit on an old one.” He offered me a stingy smile, tight as a virgin. “You look good,” he added reluctantly. “Like when we met.”
I knew from looking in the mirror every morning that I didn’t possess an ounce of the eager excitement I’d had at twenty-one, when he’d swooped me off my feet. Tired, thin, sad. That’s who I’d become at the advanced age of twenty-nine and truthfully, he didn’t look much better. “Is that a good thing? Or bad?”
Winter scrutinized me a moment longer. “Good. It suits you, Lu.”
Lu. Damn him. I should set him straight, then cut my hair just to spite him, but the fleeting smile faded and he looked so worn, I just smoothed my hair and let the nickname slide. It was motherfucking Christmas. I could play nice. I was calling him Win, so who was I to object?




I'll have more information on where and how to purchase the anthology, and the individual stories, later this week. 

~LB


Sunday, November 9, 2014

Sweet Release

It's the 10th of November! (It is here in Asia!)

Happy Release Day Buck and Ari!

Five Questions About There's Something About Ari

Is this book part of a series?

Yes it is. Ari is book two in the Bluewater Bay Series from Riptide.

 Can I read this book without reading the others?

Yes you can. Ari is completely stand alone, but you should still pick up the others. I'm in great company!

How is Bluewater Bay a series?

Imagine a Pacific Northwest town, sort of like Smithfield, but filled with townies and Hollywood types. Each stand alone book is a snapshot of life and love in Bluewater Bay, written by many authors instead of just little ole me.

 Why should I buy this book?

 Because I'm super proud of this novella, and if you're a fan of my work, I think you'll love it, too.

I'm in! Where can I buy There's Something About Ari, LB?

You can purchase it at Riptide, and at midnight tonight, Ari will be available at all your usual vendors.

All Romance eBooks 


 Pop by and visit the Virtual Book Tour and comment on any LB Gregg blog stop to be entered into the drawing for an LB Gregg Swag Bag.


 I'll collect all those comments, and on Friday random number generator will select two lucky commenters to receive my LB Gregg swag bag!

 **Contest ends at noon EST November 15th and is open to anyone over 18 years of age, anywhere. Swag bag will be produced at the authors discretion (i.e. when she gets back to the US and can rattle through her GIANT SWAG COLLECTION) and will include one signed print copy from the LB Gregg backlist.**

See you on the internet, and spread the word!

LB




Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Only a few more days!

My book comes out next week! Join me for the release of There's Something About Ari, along with L.A. Witt and this week's Riptide release of Starstruck, in a massive  Bluewater Bay Book Tour.

It's massive, I tell you.

Buck Ellis’s future seems pretty damn bright. With a full college scholarship in hand, he’s going to ditch Bluewater Bay and pave the way for his kid brother Charlie to do the same. The only fly in Buck’s ointment is his ten-year addiction to his best friend since second grade, his true love, and his Achilles heel: Ari Valentine, Mr. Least Likely to Succeed. 
 But then Buck’s mother dies, changing everything, and five years later, his future is still on hold. It’s a struggle to keep food on the table, a roof over their heads, and Charlie on the straight and narrow. Buck can’t afford any temptation, especially in the form of the newly returned, super hot, super confident, super successful television star Ari Valentine. 
 ADHD poster-child Ari Valentine left for Hollywood and lost everything, including his bad reputation. Then the breakthrough role of his career lands him back in Bluewater Bay, to the stunned disbelief of, well, everyone. But there’s only one person Ari longs to impress—the only person who ever really mattered to him, the person he left behind: Buck Ellis. 


Also available in print.


Sunday, October 12, 2014

A little something I'm working on...






Comfort and Joy--a Holiday anthology with stories from Joanna Chambers, Harper Fox, Josh Lanyon, and L.B. Gregg--coming this December!

Thursday, October 9, 2014

Exclusive!

Hair Flip + Favorite Sweater!
There's an exclusive excerpt of my upcoming release There's Something About Ari over at Heroes and Heartbreakers. I have such a hard time choosing the right bit to post, but my lovely editor suggested the entire prologue (it's short!) and I think she's spot on. I loved writing this pair. They're somewhat damaged, but they're also funny, hot, and meant to be together. They always were. Friends to lovers. My favorite.

Pop by and take a read. And thanks so much Megan Frampton for the invite.

In other news--I have a brand new professional author photo. I feel so...HEY LOOK AT ME...but hey, take a look at me in my favorite sweater! A very special shout out to my pals in Cali who gave me wine AND  a Marlo Thomas/Mary Tyler Moore 70's flip. I have pin straight hair, so it took a village to achieve that wave. And it took half a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc to get me to sit on that stool. Who knew modeling was so hard?


It's sunny and bright here in Connecticut. The Front Bottoms and Alt-J are on deck, there's coffee in the pot, and praise October, I'm writing! Bring on Winter.


LB





Tuesday, October 7, 2014

Tasty!



A first, exclusive look at the almost completely ready-- but not quite past the final "final" approval--There's Something About Ari.
A TV star had arrived for coffee, and the fans who’d come to town in droves from Seattle and Vancouver and points south wanted their money’s worth. They didn’t mean to be intrusive. They were supportive. Some of them were also dressed as wolves, and that was wonderful— none of us would have jobs without them—up to the point when we were all blinded by cell phone light and choking on the odor of wet faux fur. Which was the case most of the time.
I followed the trail of blue cellphone screens toward their person of interest. It could have been one of the other actors from the shoot, one of those old detective dudes, but no. It was Ari. I’d been tuned in for a week waiting for him to appear, and I don’t know how I knew, but I felt his presence long before I saw him. Which was the twigs-and-bark way of saying I was super fucking paranoid, but he was here, and an entire oatmeal cookie disappeared into my mouth like nothing.
Not paranoid. I was clairvoyant. And starving.
Ari joined the back of the line like any other person, except he could have passed as the Stark of Winterfell’s bastard son. Kit Harrington’s American twin. God damn, he was good looking, in a nubby, charcoal wool sweater with one of those vaguely British high, rolled collars. The slick, salon-bought man-products were absent and his shaggy, black as midnight, incredibly thick hair waved almost to his shoulders. The man-scaped stubble from last week had thickened, and looking at him, my mouth turned to ash.
I suddenly understood exactly what the big deal was with Ari Valentine.
A smile spread across Ari’s face when he caught me staring, and god damn it, one solid week of steeling myself against running into him meant squat. My battered, idiot heart thumped inside my chest like a rookie, even as anxiety wrapped its meaty fist around my throat and squeezed until I dropped a mug on the counter. The handle cracked right off.
I got a grip, threw the mug in the trash, swallowed another cookie, which tasted like the aforementioned ash—go figure—and with Ari’s smile seared on my brain, I moved to the next order. Hot chocolate. Easy. Extra marshmallows. Great.
Available November 10th from Riptide Publishing. Blog tour begins November 3rd!