"This book is a winner! When I first started reading it, I thought it was only romantic comedy, but then I was pleased to realize it also had a lot of action in it. What a fun read! I found myself annoyed when I had to put the book down, and waiting to be able to pick it back up again. If it were a movie, I would totally watch." - Goodreads, Jullie Ann
Published February 25th, 2016
Minerva Coolidge, a top east coast lingerie model, has been ordered home to the west coast by her over-protective, occasionally psychotic family. Daddy’s outlaw motorcycle club is embroiled in a war and Minnie is too valuable a pawn to leave in play. But Minnie refuses to give up her new life. She’s about to star in the biggest fashion show of her career. Her brother asks an old army friend, Big Mike, to guard her until they can fetch her home. Minnie thinks Big Mike is too big, too muscled, too tattooed, too tough… too everything. He’s exactly the kind of man she moved across country to escape; the kind who thinks he knows what’s best for her; the kind who doesn’t belong in her glossy, perfect, new life; the kind she shouldn’t want…
Big Mike thinks keeping a nitwit fashion model safe long enough to hand her over to her family should be easy for an ex-biker, ex-Special Forces commander who outweighs his charge by at least one-hundred-and-fifty pounds. Except the pretty nitwit isn’t a nitwit. Each time he takes his eyes off her, she flees, plunging headlong into trouble. Big Mike quickly realizes he doesn’t want to take his eyes - or his hands - off Minnie Coolidge…
As a novelist, you’d think it would be easy to write a blog post but it isn’t. Novelists generally find it easier to write 60,000 words rather than 6,00 words. I write romantic comedy so I decided I should write about humor and laughter. Inspired, I started to trawl the web, looking for copy to steal. I was happy to see that large amounts of your tax dollars have funded research on laughter. If you tickle an ape, it will pant. If you tickle a rat, it will produce a high-pitched sound. I would love to be in a bar when someone asks that research assistant what her job is.
“Well, I’m an ape and rat-tickler.”
“Look, you rude cow, why don’t you just tell me you’re not interested?”
Inspired, I persisted. Laughter has some significant health benefits.
· Laughter relaxes the muscles. The effect lingers for at least 45 minutes.
· Laughter helps the immune system by boosting the level of antibodies and immune cells. So, chuckle to beat the chills.
· Laughter makes you feel good by triggering the release of endorphins. Endorphins are natural painkillers. No headaches before bedtime. Wink. Wink.
· Laughter protects the heart by increasing blood flow. You burn the same calories per hour as walking at a slow pace. It’s exercise? Who knew.
· Laughter tones your abdominals by contracting and expanding them. Better and better.
· Laughter decreases cortisol, the stress hormone.
I found myself fantasizing about my romantic comedy novel being prescribed by doctors across the world. No need for a generic substitute, it’s cheap enough for everyone to be able to afford the original On the Run. Take it nightly after a meal.
Laughter also establishes a sense of intimacy between two people. It plays a big role in mating. Well, any woman could have told you that. Men who can make you laugh are suddenly more attractive. Look at the wives of comedians, if you need proof.
The laughter of the woman is a critical index for relationship health in a relationship between a man and a woman. Women tend to laugh about 25% more than men in a relationship. Hmmm. Probably following the statement, “You want me to what?”
Laughter occurs unconsciously. You don’t decide you are going to laugh, you just do it. Too true.
Laughter is a social habit. We don’t tend to laugh when we’re alone. Well, not unless you’re nuts. And it’s contagious – we laugh when we hear others laughing.
To laughter!About the author:
Susan Amanda Kelly loves making up stuff in her head. She drives her husband to distraction by suddenly stopping, mid-conversation, and staring off into space. She once spent five hours at sea, on a boat, muttering: "Where would he hide the body?" She hopes the video footage of that trip has been wiped. She finally decided to put the characters that inhabit her head, onto paper. It was like opening the door on a lunatic asylum... glorious bedlam. She hopes her readers come to love her characters as much as she does. She writes funny romantic adventures. And her husband is convinced her male leads are based on him. Not the body-hiding psychopath, of course.
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