I opened my email yesterday and found an awesome surprise. My transgender romance novella, His Kind of Woman, has been nominated for a DABWAHA in the GLBT category! DABWAHA (pronounced dah-BWAH-hah) stands for and is sponsored by the Dear Author and Smart Bitches, Trashy Books review blogs.
To say I'm thrilled is an understatement. I'm kvelling. I'm verklempt. And why I'm resorting to Yiddish terms, I have no idea. They just seem to fit.
There is some mighty stiff competition in my category, and I have to say all the books look amazing. If you'd like to see the entire list of nominees and categories, check here.
The first round of voting begins March 18-19, and what's more, you can play the tournament and win prizes.
And if you haven't had a chance to read my story, maybe you'd like to give it a try.
When Roy Girard went looking for Victor Varrano, he never expected a woman to answer the door. He soon discovers that Victor is now Venetia. Roy's startled, but even more surprised by his attraction to her. As they spend time together, he doesn't want to let her go. But she's sure to dump him when she learns his secret.
Venetia's falling hard and fast for Roy. But when she learns that his brother was the bully who tormented her in high school, she's shattered. She can't wrap her head around the fact that the man who made such amazing love to her could so completely betray her trust.
He took the shot and frowned at the pins left standing. Crap. A washout. His concentration was off.
When he glanced at Venetia, she was smiling at him, her eyes soft and glowing. “What?” he asked. “It’s funny I muffed the shot?”
“No. What you said to your friend. Did you mean it?”
“What?” He felt a little panicky. What had he said?
She stood and strolled over to him. “You know.” Pressing close to his side, she slipped her hand into his back pocket. “About me being your girl. Am I?”
His head whirled as her floral scent filled his nostrils, but his cock felt no confusion. It definitely rose to the occasion. He shifted, cleared his throat, and held his bowling ball to hide his hard-on as best he could. “What do you think?” he growled.
Her soft breast pressed into his biceps as she leaned in and sweetly kissed his cheek. He had an irrational impulse to sink his mouth to her neck, lick her, bite her. Instead he swept his free arm up her back to hold her close, save this moment in time. He pulled her tight against him and lowered his mouth to hers.
Their first kiss. It should have been on her doorstep or some romantic place, not in some dingy little bowling alley. But now that he’d tasted her, he wanted more. He possessed her mouth, opened and explored it. He slid his hand down to her ass, then slipped two fingers into her back pocket. When he let her go, she gripped his shoulders as though she feared falling without his support.
Or maybe she was holding him up. He couldn’t tell.
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