VBT# : Game , Set, Match - Nana Malone

Hi Readers, Today we have featured on our site authoress Nana Malone who is set to take the world by storm if we can help it or at least ripping up those tennis courts and country clubs with her new release Game,Set, Match.

                                                                    

                                   Synopsis of Game, Set, Match by Nana Malone - August 2010

Off the court, tennis star Jason Cartwright’s playboy image is taking a public beating. On the court, he’s down forty-love. A knee injury is shutting down his game, and the paparazzi are splashing his love life on every magazine. A comeback is in order, but the makeover he needs to save his faltering career is in the hands of the woman he loved and left fifteen years ago.


While single-mom, Izzy Connors, sees people for who they really are through the lens of and good looks haven’t dimmed since he broke her heart, all she sees is his wasted talent and playboy lifestyle.

Can Izzy put the past behind her and help Jason get his game, and his image, back on track? Or will the click of her camera shatter his world as well as his heart?

                                                   
 
                                      Guest Author Post : From The Writing Hand of Nana Malone :
 
In the Immortal words of James Brown: Say It Loud…..


I write Romance. Okay maybe that’s not quite how the Godfather of Soul put it. But if he understood what it meant to be a romance writer, maybe he would have changed his lyrics.

I’m a Romance Writer. There I said it. I have nothing to be ashamed of. My writer friends, we’ve all been there, at some dinner party, at some BBQ, at some Bat Mitzvah when someone asks what you do.

Do you proclaim loudly that you write Romance? I admit it. I’m as guilty as the next gal when I mention I’m a writer and stop at that. Who wants to hear the denigration and judgment in someone’s voice?

True Story Party Conversation:

Evil Judgy Woman “Oh, Nana, what do you do?”

Me: “Some nonsense about day job.”

Dear Hubby: “Don’t be modest, Baby.” Then grins and says “She writes Romance.”

Evil Judgy woman: Crickets. Not the cheery summer bunch that at least chirp with some frequency and volume, I’m talking about the odd late fall cricket – you know the one who got lost on the way to wherever crickets go for the winter. He was the lone chirper and even he had a sore throat.

When will Romance stop being a dirty word? If one more person asks me what it’s like to write chick porn or says something like “You seem so smart, what’s the appeal?” or worse, “Must be easy right, you just follow the formula," I really might have to channel my grandmother and whoop some disrespectful ass.

At what point did it become okay to mock stories that are about women and for women? When did Happy Ever After become a four letter word? I write Romance because I love a love story, I love watching two people’s lives unfold and watching them form that bond. I love the idea of love, the hop of love, the nervous energy of it.

But more often than not, people want to put romance readers/writers down.

For those of my sisters who only mention their day jobs, I have this to say – You write, so you’re a writer. No, it doesn’t mean I write chick porn. No, it doesn’t mean I’m not a real writer. No, it doesn’t I write to some predefined formula. Like many a writer before me, I urge the non romance reader to look beyond the heaving bosoms and purple prose of the old school historicals. Look beyond what you "know" to be Romance. Get rid of your misconceptions and enjoy a love story. You might just surprise yourself and have some fun.

                   
 
                                              Excerpt From Game,Set,Match by Nana Malone:
 
Dark glasses masked his eyes, but Izzy knew behind them, she’d find intense heat able to strip her to the soul. His tousled blond hair just as she remembered it, a little unkempt, as if he hadn’t bothered with it. He was every bit the Hollywood playboy portrayed in the press. And that devil-may-care sexiness was going to be the death of her.


Before she could say anything else, his strong arms and a warm musky scent enveloped her. Involuntarily, her body stilled like an ice sculpture as her breasts came into contact with the hard planes of his chest. Unable to process the situation, she heard a faint clatter as his sunglasses fell to the floor. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried not to think of the last time she’d seen him, the last time he’d abandoned her for Sabrina.

“Damn, Izzy, you look amazing.” He set her down, but kept hold of one of her hands. Whiskey eyes poured warm amber over every inch of her body. “How’ve you been?”

The source of her greatest humiliation wanted to know how she’d been, as if they were old buddies. She reminded herself they, for all intents and purposes, were old buddies, until she’d made the mistake of pegging him as her first lover.

Behind Jason, his companion, with his rugged dark good looks and infectious smile, saved her from having to speak. Not that she could have. “Did I miss something, Jase? You two know each other?”

Jason’s smile flashed, making her want to do all manner of inappropriate things. Smash his head in with a frying pan? Strip him bare and see if he still looked as good as he promised? Launch a full TET offensive on him with her lips?

Not necessarily in that order.