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Monday Teaser for TIES!! Can't Wait for August 26!

Steph and I have been grappling with Ryan and Hattie...who are falling in love, even if they won't admit it! Here is a little teaser for you...hope you enjoy ;)! And TIES will be out and about 8/26!

(Stay tuned for teasers on Mondays and excerpts on Thursdays!!)


And here is the Amazon link if you'd like to pre-order!http://www.amazon.com/Ties-Lengths-ebook/dp/B00DXZ3IR6/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1375099740&sr=8-1&keywords=ties+liz+reinhardt

TIES is Making Steph and I LOONY WITH LOVE! (Check out this teaser...oh Ryan and Hattie!)

Steph and I are having a crazy fun time writing Ties, the fourth book in the Lengths series, coming out August 26, 2013!Please enjoy this teaser and get ready for a brand new one this Monday and our first excerpt on Thursday! If you'd like to pre-order, I've provided a very helpful link! Happy weekend, lovas!

Click here to pre-order TIES!TIES is a companion book in the LENGTHS series NOT a sequel. It was written as a stand-alone title. The other books do not need to be read prior to TIES in order to follow the story.

When a shiny new convertible arrives for her twenty-first birthday, Hattie Beckett has had enough of her absent dad trying to buy a place in her life. It’s time for him to face her--or get out of her life forever. 

She tosses some clothes in a bag, looks up her father’s last known address, and sets her GPS for Silver Stand, California.

When she arrives at a beach-bum paradise that’s totally foreign to her New England upbringing and finds nothing but an empty lot where her dad maybe once lived, her immediate instinct is to pack up her car and head right back to Connecticut.

But she also finds...Deo. The half-brother she never knew she had. He and his hippy-dippy mom insist that Hattie stick around—at least for the summer. And with all of her friends spending the summer abroad, what else does she have to do? 

Her ideas about family are blown wide open as Deo and Marigold pull her in with their charm and love. But there’s still a huge question mark where her dad is concerned, and that question mark definitely looms over her ideas about love and relationships. 

When Hattie meets Ryan, the college dropout turned competitive sailor, her perspective flips with her heart. Like it or not, Hattie is falling fast and hard for Ryan...even if it’s the last thing that she expected--and the last thing her newly found brother wants for her.TIES - August 26, 2013

Steph Campbell and I get all loose and wild come summer. ...

Steph Campbell and I get all loose and wild come summer. So we decided to run a sale on our new adult romance, LIMITS.

Do you like hot, slightly nerdy professors?

Do you like girls who think they're screw-ups, but are actually lovely, brilliant learning-to-tackle-it-all women?

Do you love a good sexy, toe-curling romance?

Well, maybe you'd like to check this out, then ;)!



Here's the link:http://www.amazon.com/Limits-Lengths-ebook/dp/B00DC1Y6VS/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1371816541&sr=1-1&keywords=limits
And the synopsis:LIMITS is a companion book in the LENGTHS series NOT a sequel. It was written as a stand-alone title. The other books do not need to be read prior to LIMITS in order to follow the story.


Genevieve Rodriguez is less than thrilled when her older brother’s best friend, Deo, runs off and marries Whit, the girl who doesn't even deserve him. At least that’s what Gen believes. And so what if everyone thinks it’s just a stupid crush? She’s had a thing for Deo for as far back as she can remember.

Freshly heartbroken and downright annoyed, Genevieve is also one ‘D’ away from getting kicked out of school. In other words, life could be better for the rowdy, youngest Rodriquez sibling. Her only hope of passing physics is her quiet, nerdy tutor, Adam.

Adam isn't her type at all. He’s too quiet, too polite, and he’d rather stare at lab charts than bother to notice the bustier top so sexy, it turned the head of every guy in a five-mile radius.

When Adam tells Genevieve that he won’t be back after winter break because his visa is about to expire, the words drop out of her spontaneous, heartbroken mouth before she has the time to think...

“Marry me.”

Thinking it’s a joke, Adam gives Genevieve a firm no. But when the joke turns into something more, all bets are off and all limits are broken. Adam may not notice a perfect bustier, but he can’t resist a good argument. And Genevieve has been arguing to get exactly what she wants her entire life.

Now go get your cheap, hot, summer read on!!

Happiness Is the Boxer Around My Neck...But That's Better Than an Albatross Any Day

Are you ever in the throws of life being pretty rad and also scarily sucky? YES?! Then let us be friends and gorge on Thin Mints and throw our arms around one another and watch many, many TED videos in succession to help gain perspective!

I know I often border on hyperbolic when I'm being silly, but, seriously, this is what I have spent my weekend doing and my Thin Mint reservoir is dangerously low. One of the best playlists of TED vids (yes, there were TEN EPISODES IN A ROW on a single topic!) I watched was about being happy.

Hello, my lovlies! You look so very lonely in this picture! Perhaps you'd like to come closer? No! I would never devour every last one of you like a starving animal. NEVER. Maybe.

I think being a happy person is a little like playing a vapid airhead in a movie. People assume it's easy or because you're truly dense, and, actually, the opposite is true. Seriously. This big-ass smile? It's work, lovas! WORK!

Recognize this lady? You probably know her as flaky airhead Phoebe from Friends, and some people assume she's not very bright in real life. Did you know she also graduated Vassar with a biology degree and a plan to follow in her father's footsteps and become a physician? Luckily for all of us, she chose to share her hilarity and brilliance in film and television...or unluckily for us. Cause I bet she would have been an amazing doctor, and it's a little scary to imagine what she maybe didn't get to share with the world, doctor wise!

My husband is what I like to call a "nervous Nellie." Or, also, a "hyper-paranoid freak who always anticipates the worst possible scenario times fifty jillion and with a zombie apocalypse and the sudden, inexplicable destruction of all Thin Mints thrown in for drama."

I say this affectionately! You all know I adore that crazy guy! And his insanity works like a counterweight for me. When I'm sliding down and feeling maybe a subtle shade of baby blue, he's already dark-wash denim and slinking towards navy. So I have no choice. I don't. I have to be happy because, otherwise, we'll both sit around weeping with Thin Mint crumbs stuck to our lips and trapped in our running snot rivers.

A typical convo between us will go like this:

I peruse my sales reports with pursed lips, feeling a teeny, tiny bit of panic and unhappiness. "Huh. I haven't sold as much as I expected this month. I wonder how I sold last spring? Do you know where my graph thingy is from last year?"

"I can't talk." His face is pale, his fingers are trembling over the keyboard keys, as if he's about to pass out and topple off the bed. "I'm looking for a second job."

"Why?" I ask, staring at him like I can possibly comprehend his mania just by looking. My unhappiness is already ebbing away, because he needs intervention and it's only been two seconds since I voiced a single, indirect worry.

"Because I won't let this family sink. I won't let you down."

He's totally all like this! You know, unless he can't find his keys. Or he needs me to sit on the counter while he cooks eggs because "it's lonely in the kitchen." Or if some relative he doesn't want to talk to calls and he's begging me to say he's in the shower again. For the eighth time. If all those exceptions are excepted...total warrior.

(Sidenote: my husband really goes totally iconic warrior  leader when things go wrong...never mind the fact that whenever we hear a weird sound in the night it's TOTALLY me tiptoeing through the pitch black house with a bag or pretzels or a Kindle or something equally as useless as a weapon. Not like we ever need a weapon. It's ALWAYS our stupid boxer knocking an Easter basket off the kitchen table while chowing down on Peeps or falling off the couch in his sleep. That dog is the bane of my sorry existence.)

He's going to fall off the couch any second and scare the crap out of my husband...

"Dude, chill. You can't work a second job, 'cause I'd never see you. And I said I'm selling less. Next month, I might be selling more. No worries. Let me have the laptop. C'mon...let me have it." He gives it over, hands sweaty, and asks me to promise--promise-- that we will be okay.

And I do it. I promise like I'm some kind of omniscient Buddha, because what the hell else can I do in the face of such adorable uncertainty?

Cute guys asking me to tell them it's all going to be okay? My. Kryptonite.

But it's hard some days, to be sure and smile and be the captain of a ship you're not totally sure is going to make it through this damn storm. It is. When I look back, always and forever when I look back, there is nothing at all to have feared. The beauty is, things work out. Not always the way I want them to, but often better than I could have anticipated. So why worry?

TED videos tell me it's because I'm a human and worrying is pretty much evolution's way of keeping us one step ahead of a predator's teeth. And now that there aren't carnivorous animals breathing down our necks, the things that keep us searching the internet for second jobs like primitive humans sprinting away from a pack of saber-tooth tigers (wait, did they live when humans lived??) have different teeth: they have teeth in the shape of financial ruin or limited health care.

But TED also told me (TEN TIMES!!) that the things I worry about are also N-O-T the things that will make me happy. It won't be money. Which is a relief, though I technically have more than I need anyway. And it won't be security, because that's all fleeting and based on impression and memory. It will be the peeps I love and loving them hard.

So I'm happy. I'm happy that being happy is a daily part of what I do for my husband and daughter. I'm happy to peddle books like a semi-famous folk star popular in a hundred mile radius of the area she grew up in (still, totally rockstar, right?!). I'm happy to have a body that's doing alright and really could do better if I just put down the damn Thin Mints and a clear mind and freedoms and love and safety (other than the occasional dog-based bumps in the night).

I'm even happy for Duke. My dog. Who interrupted this blog post by upending his food bowls even though I just fed him because he'd love to test my happiness by vomiting the contents of his over-stuffed gullet in half an hour. Even for him I promise--promise--I'm going to take care of things. And it will all be cool. For all of us. It will be. I promise.

This is Duke being scared and sitting on my lap, where he clearly fits. I know, right? How can you be unhappy when you've got a guy like this in your life? Like I said before: all good! I promise.

Happy Valentine's Day from Brenna, Jake, and Saxon!

***SPOILER ALERT***If you haven't read Double Clutch or Junk Miles this will probably kind of not make much sense to you...but if you PLAN on reading these books, this passage will contain spoilers. And I'd hate to do that without warning, so consider yourself fairly warned, friends! Enjoy!
I love Valentine's Day! And I realized that we haven't seen Brenna get to enjoy one...but there was this gap in time during Junk Miles when she would have been back with Jake and still kind of shaky. Anyway, her V-day was bobbing in my mind, and I thought, why not WRITE IT for the ones I love so madly in my life? So, here for your V-day reading pleasure, is the lost Valentine's Day from Junk Miles. Please enjoy!


“Carnations are for Mother’s Day,” I declared, banging the top compartment of my locker shut with a tiny bit more force than was really necessary. There were crinkly pink and red petals crushed into the floor, muddy from the chilly, ugly February muck.Kelsie pressed her hand to her heart and rolled her eyes as she slumped into a pretend faint. “Brenna Blixen, romantic sap, doesn’t like flowers? Could it be because her own personal Romeo doesn’t go to this school, so there’s no way he could make sure she had a carnation for herself?” She tapped her chin with the carnations she’d collected from Chris and half-a-dozen other guys who were seriously hoping their silly flowers would make her glance in their direction.“Jake wouldn’t get me a carnation,” I said, flicking Kelsie’s bouquet with my fingertip. “Not that yours aren’t gorgeous, darling.” She laughed at my drawl. “You’re so damn lucky your boy is more romantic than the average carnation-giver. What are your big plans, anyway?”I shrugged and glanced up and down the hallway, looking for the one person I had no business looking for. “Um, it’s all a big secret,” I said, trying to talk coherently while I scoped every corner, just in case. “I think Jake is making up for...everything.”“Well, good. He should.” She bounced the flowers on the top of my head. “After the whole Nikki fiasco--”“Don’t,” I pleaded, my voice louder than I meant it to be. I dropped it and took Kelsie’s hand. “It was my fault, definitely. The whole thing. I take full blame.”Kelsie’s pursed lips made it clear she didn’t agree, but the bell was about to ring, so arguing was out of the question. “Whoever takes the blame, I’m glad you get the romance now. I’ll make due with my mommy flowers while you’re basking in whatever plan your sexy guy has for you.”She flounced down the hall, making people laugh and duck as she tried to coronate them with her flowers, and I headed to government class, breath held, heart pounding.But he wasn’t there.Which was good. His attendance had been spotty at best for the last few weeks. Which was all his issue, and definitely not my problem or my fault. What had happened between us was over. I’d been honest, so had he. Now it was done, and we both had to learn about the advantages of unitary government. Or we both should be learning about it. If Saxon decided not to come to class, it wasn’t my business.I was finished with the unitary system and moving on to the pros and cons of federalism when the intercom crackled to life and shook us all out of our stupor.“Mr. Sanotoni?”“Yes,” he barked, head craned to look at the box with annoyance.“Can you send Brenna Blixen to the main office at the end of the period?” The secretary’s voice was grainy through the ancient system.“Will do.” Sanotoni glared at his watch. “Blixen, did you finish the paperwork?” I nodded and he jerked his head towards the door. “Go ahead. Quiz tomorrow.”“Thank you,” I murmured as I collected my bag and headed down the empty hall. Just before I passed the stairwell doors, a hand reached out and grabbed me by the crook of my arm and yanked me into the little space by the stairs. My first instincts told me to kick and jab, hurl my backpack at my attacker and scream until my throat went raw.But a pair of nearly black eyes stopped me before I started.“Saxon.” I adjusted my backpack on my shoulders and tried to calm my unsteady breath. “What are you...why are you...” I gestured to the deserted stairwell. “What the hell are you doing?”He slid a cigarette from behind his ear, peppering today’s dramatic show with some devil-may-care rebellion. I made sure to keep my entire face blank. I refused to give him the satisfaction of reacting to all his put-on bravado.He tossed the cigarette and caught it in his mouth, smiling wide at my disinterest before moving into a slow clap.“I see you’ve mastered the art of not-even-bothering-to-despise-me. Well happy V-day to me,” he said around the cigarette, his clap loud enough to make me nervous. The stairwell was only vaguely private--any teacher could pop in at any minute and see us skipping class and partaking of tobacco products on school property. Like he could read my mind, he started to clap harder and louder, and I grabbed him by the wrists. “Damn. You still can’t keep your hands off me, can you, Blix?” I yanked the cig from between his lips and shoved it in the front pocket of his frayed dress pants, the hem of his Dropkick Murphy’s shirt brushing my wrist and causing shivers to trail up and down my arm.“I have to go to the office.” I willed my voice still and looked him in the eye. “Why come to school but not go to government?”He lowered his eyebrows and laughed hard and loud. Too loud. Like he wanted to get caught and get us both expelled. “Do you ever listen to yourself talk?” He shook his head and let one fingertip repeat the trail his shirt just travelled down my wrist.But he kept going; up my forearm, around my elbow, and under the sleeve of my shirt.It was just my upper arm, the bare, innocent skin right before my shoulder, but my body rioted the way it always did when he played with me like this. I snapped back and knew from his smile that I was wearing my heart on my sleeve, my blushing face, my goose-bumped skin, and everywhere else blatantly visible and available for his never-ending entertainment. “You should come back to school. Not fail. Not sit at home doing drugs and cheerleaders,” I declared, rubbing my hands up and down my arms to calm the chills.“If I come to this shithole, it’s sure as fuck not going to be for Sanotoni’s bullshit lectures on democracy. And I moved onto coke, so I’m not mellow enough to just sit at home anymore. Sadly.” He grinned at my eyes, which I knew were popping out of their sockets. “And I already screwed every cheerleader available. I don’t like them too young, you know? I’ll have to start with a fresh crop next year.”In a weird way, his being an asshole made some of the tension melt away. I took two deliberate steps back from him, his hands, the chemical-orange and dull-smoke smell of him, and breathed in the refreshingly un-Saxonated air in the musty stairwell.“Why are you here?” I asked, using the voice he hated, the one he called my ‘buzz-annihilator’ voice.“Don’t give me some martyr lecture, Blix.” He closed the space between us with two easy steps, and those few glorious seconds that lacked his essence just made having him close all the more overpowering. “It’s Valentine’s day. Give me some v-love. You still have it to give, don’t you?” I swallowed so hard, I could hear the sound my throat made. “Fuck off, Saxon. That’s none of your damn business.”Even his shrug was sexy. And irritating as hell. “Maybe not. Doesn’t change the fact that I know. Why didn’t Jake jump you the minute he had you alone?” He asked it like he was really going to give it some deep thought, which made the hairs on my neck stand up with pure fury. Then his eyes flipped to mine and he pushed his face so close, the slightest wrong move would have pressed us into a kiss. “Or maybe it isn’t Jake who’s holding back?”One hand came up to brush along my cheek, and I swatted it back. “Saxon, damnit, cut the shit! What are you here for? Why are we--here?” I gestured around the space.“Good question,” he breathed, his lips so close, I wasn’t sure whether we kissed or not. But I was pulling back before I did know and the answer was that we had. I was. But he beat me to it and turned on his heel, strolling out the door. A cold draft of icy air swirled into the overheated space, and I shivered uncontrollably. “Think about the question, Blix,” he said into the parking lot, tossing the half-mashed cigarette back into his mouth and lighting it as he stalked to his Charger and pulled out.Waves of rage and humiliation took turns rising up and crashing over me. We had just gone through this. I had just made a decision, a damn good decision, to not get caught up in Saxon’s web anymore. So why had I let him pull me in? Why didn’t I end it?I had no clue how long I stood, cold and stupid in the stairwell before the warning bell rang, and I remembered I had to go to the office. I was in a daze by the time I made it to the counter, which was completely littered with bouquets of roses and foil balloons, heart-shaped candy boxes and plush animals that kissed with little magnet mouths.“Brenna,” a freshman girl by the copy machine hissed, waving me over. “This is for you. Marley Pierson brought it in and wouldn’t say who it was from.”Jake!My heart did backflips, and I was about to smile at my eager messenger when my eyes fell on the paper. It was decorated with glittery Eiffel Towers. Not Jake. Nope. Definitely not Jake.I thanked the girl and stumbled into the hall, pulsating with the swell of students eager to explode out of the classroom doors and roam the halls to kiss and shriek and bat each other with carnations. I knew I should throw it away. Toss it out. Let it go.But, like I was being maneuvered by a psychotic master puppeteer, I found my fingers sliding under the crease, unsticking the tape, and bunching the blue and silver paper into a tight ball.A Frank Sinatra mix that included the song we danced to on New Year’s. Twice. And Dawn of the Dead. The retro zombie flick we were supposed to see the night he and I kinda decided we’d never work out.My throat felt scratchy and my breath came out in stupid, unsteady gulps. There was a gaping trashcan ten feet away, and I walked up to it, the gifts shaking in my fist. With a flick of my wrist I tossed in the crumpled paper and stuffed the two relics of my dumbest, most bittersweet mistake into my backpack before I marched back to class. We dissected John Donne’s poems in English, and I hated and loved him for being so damn wise and writing poems hundreds of years ago like he knew I’d read them this Valentine’s Day, in this classroom that stunk like chalk dust and teenage sweat.His words ran through my head long after I stopped stabbing at them with my pen and cracking them apart to determine rhythm and metaphor. ‘If yet I have not all the love,/ Dear, I shall never have it all’My fingers tugged my backpack around and ran over the front pocket, where Saxon’s gifts were stashed. John Donne’s words echoed in my head when I pedalled to VoTech to eat lunch with Jake. All the love.Did anyone have all the love to give to anyone else?Could anyone take all the love from someone else?By the time I got to the squat building, my heart was thumping hard and my head was achey. But then there was Jake, leaned against the brick wall, a smile on his face and his arms full of flowers.“Jake!” I yelled, and when I ran at him, he had nowhere to put the bouquet, so it just got squashed between our bodies when we held on to one another, tight and frantic with love.I dipped my face down into the blossoms. “Tiger lilies?” I inhaled their scent, and Jake wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer. “I know flowers are predictable, but I thought you’d like these. I always had a crush on Tiger Lily from Peter Pan, and you remind me of her.” When I gave him a questioning look, he explained, “She’s wild, but smart. Sexy. Loyal. Brave as hell. Beautiful.” He cleared his throat, the silver in his eyes shrinking as the black of his pupils expanded. “So, yeah. Wow. How is it that you can even make my old bedtime stories hot, Bren?”“It’s a gift,” I whispered close to his ear. “And I love them. And I love you.”“The most?” He asked mostly to joke, but there was a hint of serious worry jabbing through his words....not all the love...I crushed closer to him. “The most most.” My voice was fierce around the words, and I wanted them to be true, so they were. True Neverland style.“Come inside, pretty lady. I have all kinds of Valentine’s Day gifts for you,” Jake murmured, his lips warm on my neck and along my jaw. “Or we could skip.”“Mmm. We skipped two weeks ago, Jake,” I reminded him, but it wasn’t easy to put that into focus when his hands were so skillfully making their way up the back of my shirt, his rough skin rubbing against the smooth of my back in a way I really didn’t want to stop.“Fine. But you’re getting the full Valentine’s treatment, woman. I never want to hear anyone say Jake Kelly isn’t romantic enough.” He pulled me to his side and walked me through the double doors. “Now, let’s go enjoy your romantic lunch.” He stopped at his locker and tugged out a bag.I bit my lip and grabbed onto his shirt with both hands to steady myself. “Mmm. Jake. Are those meatball parms?”His smile was wicked. Jake knew damn well the best way to my heart was via Italian food to my belly. “Express delivered from Louie’s. Meatball parm, extra parm, and maybe even cannolis for dessert.” His voice dropped low and husky, and I snuggled against him.“Have I told you lately how much I love you?” I crowed, heading to the cafeteria. “Bren, seriously?” He tugged my hand, spinning me around. “Romance, woman. Romance.” He led me away from the deafening crowds and snuck me through the deserted shop doors, back past the drafting tables and woodworking machinery, and into the wood room. There was a little space cleared between the boards, and he pulled a low stool over for me to sit on.“Is this where you take all the hot girls?” I asked, running my foot up and down his leg as he passed me my sandwich.He waggled his eyebrows. “Only the ones who are as good-looking as blocks of wood.”I laughed around my first bite, surprised that he remembered the awkward flirting words I made fun of him for the day we met.That sweet, the sweet I cherished about him, brings the guilt of earlier today rushing back.“Jake?” I said, putting my sandwich down and causing my boyfriend alarm. “No, don’t worry. I feel fine, and this is amazing. I just...I need to tell you something. Um. I kind of saw Saxon today.”Jake nodded slowly. “You’re going to run into him. You guys go to school together.” “He, uh...he left me a gift.” I unzipped my bag and held the mix and movie out his for inspection.Jakes mouth tightened slightly. “They mean something?”I nodded and pressed my lips together.He reached out and pushed them back towards me. “Not tonight,” he began, “because I have mad romantic plans for the two of us...but some other night, we’ll listen to that mix and watch that movie, okay?”I nodded, confused.“He’ll always be part of our lives, Bren. That’s a given. And you’ll always have...memories I’m not a part of.” His words gritted out over those words. When he looked at me, his eyes were a little sad and a lot gorgeous. “But I’m part of your life, too. And we can make new memories, so Saxon’s will at least have to fight for space in your head.”Relief flooded through me, swift and sweet. And my appetite came raging back, which was awesome. We ate in happy silence, and then, for dessert, Jake let me devour my cannoli in peace, but then insisted I sit in his lap while he detailed exactly what he loved most about me with plenty of hot, sweet kissing to illustrate. It was threatening to get a tad out of control when the warning bell shocked us out of our quiet, secret hide-away.Jake held my hand under the table during lecture in drafting class, and I linked my fingers through his rough, strong ones, thinking of the John Donne poem still folded in my back pocket.I ran my thumb over his knuckles and thought about my heart and his and Saxon and John Donne and Valentines secrets and revelations, and decided that Donne said it best: ‘But we will have a way more liberal,/ Than changing hearts, to join them, so we shall/ Be one, and another’s all.’And I didn’t even consider what Donne would have thought about more than two hearts joining to make one. And I didn’t think about how black and silver swirled together when I thought about being looked at with pure love. Instead, I squeezed Jake’s hand made room for new love, more love, love washed clean.

Winter Babies Are So Adorable And Cover Reveals ROCK!

One bad thing about not blogging frequently is that I feel like a slacker. One nice thing about not blogging frequently is that when I DO blog, I have gorgeous, happy, amazing stuff to put up! January was a very crazy month! First of all, we added a baby to the family (YES, to answer your unasked question, ANOTHER BABY...we are TAKING OVER THE WORLD!!!) Huge love to my gorgeous sister, Katie, and her new baby girl, Emma!


And someone has buy adorable, frilly, impractical things for all these babies, and that job falls to Aunt Liz...who is able to buy things by working and whose work is writing and who's writing a NEW NA CONTEMPORARY WITH STEPH CAMPBELL!! So if you'd like to see the cover...just scroll down a little ;)! 
Ginormous thanks to Sarah Hansen at Okay Designs for the gorgeous cover!!


Gorgeous, right?! And the blurb is below! Please feel free to share this with anyone you think may like it. It makes lovely FB/twitter/blog decor, I think! Now, back to writing! Cohen and Maren are calling!

Cohen Rodriguez, Deo’s hilarious and loyal best friend in LENGTHS, has always been über responsible. He’s kept a steady job, is a generally nice guy, and has had the same steady girlfriend for years. But when she breaks up with him because he's 'not impulsive enough,' Cohen's burned up.

But, just maybe, she’s more right than he wants to admit.So he starts to date.A lot.And he meets some really fun, crazy, smart, weird girls. But no one really feels like the one, and the more girls he dates, the more Cohen’s convinced she isn’t really out there.
Luckily he has Maren— the girl with the sexy voice who always cracks the best jokes, and who Cohen can talk to about anything, even all of his recent dating mishaps. They've been talking daily for a year…on the phone. They talk about orders for work at first, but eventually Cohen finds out that Maren loves baseball and Thai food and she loves going to the beach in the winter and sketching. He looks forward to his talks with Maren, because, like everything else in his life, they’re safe.
Then she asks him.Do you want to meet?
It's one thing to chat for an hour or two every day. Meeting face to face could ruin the one and only stable, fun woman in his life.Or it could be the best thing that's ever happened to him.
Cohen has to decide if he's ready to let go of his comfortable fantasy and embrace the girl who can change his luck in love.Add it to your Goodreads here
Depths is scheduled for release March 12th 2013

It May Be the Day Before the Darkest Day of the Year...But it's All Joy and Light Up in Here!!

Hello, friends! Thank you all for being so cool and patient after I announced a book release date and then seemingly fell of the edge of the earth! I was actually battling a family flu, writing and editing, and poking my itchy ears with Q-tips until I developed a nasty ear infection. Word of warning: Q-tips are to be used gently, lovas, so gently! Hahaha!!

So there is some fantastic news to announce. First and foremost, I'd like to tell my UK/Australia/Ireland/Falkland Island readers why they can't seem to get a hold of my books. The incredibly cool team at Random House UK swooped in and asked if I'd like to work with them. Which means that some of my titles (Double Clutch, Junk Miles, Slow Twitch, and Fall Guy) will be available in stores in the UK and assorted territories! Which is super exciting and makes me so happy. Random House UK is filled with passionate, book-loving people and I'm truly pleased we're working together!

It does put a snafu in what I can release where, and for that I'm sorry. I can't tell you how much I love you all, and how amazing it is to have people in other countries waiting on my books. I can promise to keep you updated, and I can tell you that they have been unbelievably quick and eager to get the books out...which is, again, beyond rad! One very fun tweak is that my books are getting new covers! Would you like to see the first two?? WOULD YOU?! YOU WOULD!!! Well, here you go!
Funny story...I actually had this exact couple saved in a file for use on a Youngblood cover that I hadn't ordered yet. So, yes, apparently the art team at Random House UK and I are psychically connected. LOVE!!
Isn't she GORGEOUS!! Like Brenna, but all glammed up for an exciting night dancing in London. LOVE THIS!!



Beyond my exciting UK news, Benelli and Cormac's book Perfectly Unmatched is out for limited territories on Amazon! I'm sorry to those of you who can't access it yet, but I promise it's coming widespread soon! Despite coughing up a lung while writing this, I loved every minute of this book. I love Benelli and Cormac as a couple...they may have made me laugh more than any couple has before. I loved the changes the Youngblood family went through...they're learning and growing every day! And I loved getting to visit with Winch and Evan, getting to see a whole new side of Lala, getting to know them all in a different way. It was an awesome experience, and I hope you love it as much as I did!

It's live!! It's live!! You can get it on Amazon by clicking here!

So, that's all my awesome news! Yep, pretty overwhelmingly awesome. Thank you all so much for being amazing and cool and bearing with me and celebrating with me...you all rock hard, and I sincerely wish you the happiest holidays and the very best for this upcoming new year!!

Cover/Blurb Reveral! PERFECTLY UNMATCHED: A YOUNGBLOOD NOVEL 2

I'm slowly recovering from a bout of the flu, and what better way to follow up a night of cold sweats and shivering than with something fun and cool...like a new book cover! Benelli is Winchester's sister in Fall Guy, and she's got some major romantic problems of her own. I love her and Cormac's story, and am excited to be able to share it with you guys very soon...like, December 20th soon! So, here it is, thank you so much for taking a look, and I may be going to hit the NyQuil again!



Benelli Youngblood is dedicated to her family. Unlike her unpredictable, selfish siblings, Benelli plans to do what's expected of her: get married to a good, stable man who will help her father save his floundering business. And she's sure her current boyfriend is that man.
When she catches said boyfriend sleeping with his secretary, she hops the first plane to her family's summer house in Hungary armed with a list of eligible men from solid families to go on dates with so she can find the perfect marriage partner. It may sound old-fashioned, but it's what's always worked for her family, and it's how she'll mend her shattered heart.
What she doesn't plan on is falling for Cormac Halstrom. The witty, sexy professor with no interest in business or marriage couldn't be further from the right choice for her. But his hot kisses and sweet words make her feel something she hasn't in years; she finally feels like herself.
When things go too far with Cormac and her family shows up unexpectedly, Benelli will have to decide if she's going to listen to her heart or her head when it comes to finding her perfect match.
PERFECTLY UNMATCHED is a new adult novel that contains mature language, sexuality, and adult situations.

On Merriness, Baby Love, Awesome Friends, Awesome News, Boston, New Books, Upcoming Covers, and Winning...Always Winning :)!

There has been much coolness in life recently!! I got a new baby niece last night...she had a bit of a tough time at first, but she's doing great and is a gorgeous little monkey I cannot WAIT to meet. I'd already be holding her, but my daughter would go nuts if she found out I visited a baby without her ;)!

Hey baby girl!! She had a rough time coming into the world, and her arm is bandaged because of a broken clavicle...but she's on the mend, doing awesome now, and I can't wait to snoogle her ;)! Babies are rad, right?! LOVE EM!!

And I'm feeling warm fuzzies. My writing partner and amazing friend, Steph Campbell got a deal through Simon and Schuster UK for Grounding Quinn and Delicate. I fell in love with Steph over Quinn, then helped beta Syd's story, so these two books hold a special place in my heart, and now they will hold a special place on bookshelves in the UK. Which means...STEPH AND LIZ UK TRIP!! I think it would be super awesome to go stroke their glossy covers overseas!

Not only did Steph get this great deal, but S&S was smart enough to scoop up Abbi Glines, Nicole Williams, and Jamie McGuire, too!! Talk about an author list full of AWESOME!! I could not be prouder of these incredibly talented women!!

Check out the good news below:http://www.simonandschuster.co.uk/admin_assets/2218_SS_New_Adult_titles_acquired_press_release.pdf

And, in the midst of all this warm happiness, Steph and I are GIVING AWAY not one but TWO Kindle Paperwhites!! Why? Because we love each other so much and always want to share cool things, so we want you to be able to win one and give one to YOUR bestie. Shared love rocks the hizzle and that's that. So PLEASE enter to win...you have two weeks from today, which means this would arrive in time to be a rad holiday gift for someone special. Plus you win a Kindle for being so generous...it all works out!!






Click right here and enter the amazing giveaway!!http://stephcampbell.blogspot.com/2012/11/tis-season-for-giveaway.html
Have you been kind of wanting to meet me and get a big, crushing bear hug and have me sign your bra (hahaha! or your book or your ebook cover or you bag...whatever you'd like!)? Well, cool news...I'll be in BOSTON, MA on MARCH 16 along with many, many other amazing, wonderful, phenomenally cool writers. Please think about hanging with us, and please tell all your friends! The more the merrier, no doubt!! I will be providing a link with more info and the full author list as soon as it's available!

In parting, I'd like to announce that I've been quiet lately, but it's because I have been busy. I promise! Steph whipped me to get A Toast to the Good Times out in time for the holidays, and then I was crazy focused on Benelli's book...I'm planning to reveal that cover very soon, and would love to leave you with a snippet of her story. I'll keep posting teasers, and you'll get a chance to hear from her guy as well! Stay tuned!

(Also, if you are a blogger (or just a reader) interested in sharing the cover on your blog, FB page, on twitter or any other forum, please shoot me an email at lizreinhardtwrites@gmail.com or PM me on my author page on FB (https://www.facebook.com/lizreinhardtauthor) and let me know...I'd be glad to send you the link and have your help with the share ;)!)

So, I love you all. Love you big. Hope you win things and love people and read stuff that makes you happy and maybe come and hug me in March!!

And now, here's some Benelli angst!

And then he’s right there.
My secret. My love. My infuriating puzzle of a boyfriend. The one person who understands exactly what I want and could be my perfect match in life and love.
If he would just take the next step with me.
“Hello,” I whisper, breathing in the clean, cologne-laced smell of his skin mixed with the leather of his jacket and the faint aroma of the Marlboro he smoked before he came here. His breath is laced with Jack, and his dark eyes half-close when he looks me over.
“How the hell do you get more damn beautiful every time I see you?” he asks, his mouth closing over mine.
I fall deep into that perfect, delicious kiss, letting all the worries I’ve carried like a yoke on my shoulders ease away. “Damian?”
“Mmm?” His mouth drags from my lips and forges an urgent path down my neck and back up, meeting my lips again before I have a chance to say what I need to say. When he finally pulls back and I’m completely out of breath, he starts to undo the laces that hold the top of my shirt together. “What were you saying, princess?”
“It’s just…” I put a hand on his wrist and still his fingers. “It’s my father.”
His spine goes stiff, and he jerks away from me and sighs, running an irritated hand over his face. “This again?” He blows a long, aggravated breath out and holds his hands up at his sides. “Okay, shoot. I know you’re not going to let me rest until you get to say your piece. So say what you need to say.”
“You and I talked about announcing…about letting them know…if he knows our intentions, he’ll give us his blessing, and we can go ahead and start planning for a wedding. I mean, once we’re officially engaged and all.” All the words I want to say are perfect, ripe pieces of fruit dangling just out of my reach. I press on, desperate to get my point across no matter how clumsily I present it. “He needs help. And if you and I were married, he’d trust you to—”
“I’m not really sure why exactly we gotta wait on your dad’s blessing to start living our life, Benelli,” he interrupts, his words ricocheting out a little too loud. He corner-eyes the door and drops his voice. “See? This is what I mean. All this sneaking around is ridiculous. Why is it that we always need permission to do anything? You’re a grown woman, not a little kid. I’m a grown man. I’ve proven myself in the game, and that should be enough for your old man. I feel like once we go begging for his permission, he’s gonna have a leash around my neck that he’ll yank whenever he wants.”
“It’s not like that,” I protest, rubbing my fingers over the sensitive spot on the back of his neck that always soothes him. “What my dad will offer us after we’re married will eventually become our own piece of the business. Sure, we’ll have to help him for the first few years to pay back for the startup, but that’s not him having a leash around your neck. It’s just a business arrangement.”
He rolls his neck on his shoulders and presses his body closer to mine, possessively.
“So I’m not his slave, but I’m his indentured servant for life?” Damian’s hands reach up and grip my shoulders. “Benelli, run away with me. Tonight. Elope with me. I promise you, we’ll have to start small, but I’ll give you twice what your mother has in three years, if not sooner. You’ll live like a duchess, like you deserve. And I’ll be able to hold my head up around your father.”
My heart thunders in my chest, bolts of lightening spark through my brain, and the cold, clear downfall of this potential reality soaks through the skin of my conscience.
I break from his touch and put my hands on my cheeks, burning up with the exciting possibility of doing this, breaking out and flying in my own direction for once.
But I can’t. A decision this big is one I need to make with my family at my side. No question. I take a few controlled breaths and focus.
“Damian, I could never do that to my parents. My mother has been looking forward to my wedding for my entire life. It would be a huge slap in the face to just not include her. And my father is a very powerful man. He’s going to want someone as talented as you on his side, not competing with him. Don’t you see how if we do this together, with my family, it will be that much better?”
But, instead of my calm words arranging everything in neat little piles like I wanted, it’s like they’re a tornado ripping through the plans for our life. Damien is not happy, I’m not happy, and I know my father and mother will be completely unhappy if I even consider eloping.
They might even be furious knowing I’m dating Damien.
Because that’s not what we agreed to.
Because I was supposed to wait for them to begin arranging dates for me with eligible men, men who would understand all that I’m trying to explain to Damien without my having to deal with the issue of this frustrating angst.
But things got so crazy with my other siblings, and I was so lonely, and Damien seemed…like he would fit in. Like he was the right person. So I took a chance and started to see him behind my parents’ backs, and the more I knew about him, the more I knew they’d appreciate what a good, level-headed choice I’d made.
It’s just hard to get him to play by the rules. He always has a hard time seeing the bigger picture.
“I’m not going to be a soldier for the Youngblood family, Benelli.” He takes his hands off my arms and backs up, edging out the door, his mouth hard and pulled to one side. “You need to know when it’s time to cut ties with your family and start your own life on your own terms.” One of his hands is fisted around the doorknob, waiting for me to call him back, tell him I want what he wants.
“Damien, please stay.” I walk over to him, and he lets my body curve close to his, watches my fingers brush lightly over his chest and down to his belt-buckle. I keep my voice low and throaty, trying to seduce him back to a better place.“We can talk about this more. If you listen to what I’m saying, I know you’ll see—”
“There’s nothing else to say.” He cuts me off, his words sharp, his body twisting away from mine. “You need to make a choice. Me or them.” He holds his arms up and out at his sides.
I cross my arms tight over my body and pop one hip to the side as I watch him stalk backward out the door. “You’re being ridiculous. You call me when you’re ready to talk like a reasonable man. I don’t do ultimatums, Damien. Do you hear me?”
I watch his dark silhouette head back to his car, parked far enough up the street that the rumble of his engine won’t alert my parents to his presence, and I feel a mix of dread and despair that puts all my thoughts into a cyclone of jumbled confusion.
He’ll be back, I tell myself. He just technically proposed to me.
He’ll definitely be back.
I lie down on my bed and fold my hands over my stomach, watching the ghostly flicker of the candlelight on the walls until the first flame drowns in the melted wax and sputters to its smoky death. Shadows chase across my ceiling and more candles extinguish as I doze in and out of a choppy pseudo-sleep that’s interrupted by dreams that feel so real and ominous, I startle awake over and over.
Every time I jolt awake from another mini-nightmare, I’m shocked that Damian isn’t in my room, flowers in hand, a small smile of apology on his face. Somewhere between midnight and early sunrise, I fall into a dark sleep that’s mercifully dreamless and wake way too early. I welcome this new day with such an enormous leaden lump gathering weight in the pit of my stomach, no amount of concentrated Reclining Goddess pose can get rid of it.

A New Project and Cover Love!!

A few months ago, Steph Campbell and I collaborated on a New Adult romance, Lengths . It was the most fun I've ever had writing, hands down, and as soon as we were done, we said, "What next?" (Because we're crazy and writing-addicted and fun-lovers.)
"What next?" is finally an answerable question! Steph and I squished our brains together again and came up with a book we totally love, and hope you will too! This is a New Adult book that takes place right before Christmas...but it's not exactly a holiday tale.
It's a book about messing up and running away. But it's also about finding lust and losing love and closing off and opening back up. It's a book about families who fight as fiercely as they love and all the things that tear them apart and piece them back together. And it's also funny and sexy and romantic. We really love it, and we can't wait to share it!
We do have to wait, though, which makes us glum.
But, until the whole book comes out, we can totally share the cover and blurb (which makes us very cheery) and will now ;)! 
(Please feel free to snatch and share at will! Thank you!)



 It’s the eve before Christmas Eve, and all that twenty-three-year-old Landry has on the agenda for the holiday is moping in the bar that he left everything behind to open.
And he’s got plenty to mope about.
He found his girlfriend treating herself to a little holiday delight with his best friend;He hasn’t seen his family in over a year- since he alienated them all and ended up spending a night in jail;And he may have just ruined the perfect, uncomplicated thing he had going with his platonically hot roommate, Mila.
Drinks all around!
But when he gets a call from his sister, Paisley, begging him to make it home for a huge announcement, he tosses aside his better judgment, (or, what’s left of it after that last round of drinks) and hops on the first train back home to Jersey.
But home for the holidays isn’t all mugs of cocoa and fireside chats with his family.Landry left the people he loves the most high and dry when he fled to Boston and spent all of his inheritance…the inheritance money that he was supposed to use to help save his family’s floundering bar.
His dad will hardly look at him, his ex is maybe stalking him, his sister has dropped a bombshell on the family, and a flame from the past catches his eye. When Landry’s present and near past collide, it only further complicates things.
Landry thought he was leaving all of his problems behind when he left his family in New Jersey. But he comes home to find out that problems, like family, never go away. And sometimes facing the past with the help of someone who’s fearless about the future is the only way to move on.
Cheers?