Thursday, 22 October 2015

GIVING SOME SHINE TO NICOLE WINTERS!

Author Pic Nicole Winters



Born into a literary family. Could write before speaking. Spent childhood in sunshiny green meadows devouring highbrow literary works. Untrue! More like she was told that C-average, learning disabled students couldn’t possibly grow up to be writers. Nicole proved them wrong. She has an English B.A. from the University of Toronto and loves cats, books, horror films, globe hopping and home-baked cookies. She has even - once - been spotted wearing a sundress. Her previous book, TT Full Throttle, is all cool dudes and motorcycles and she is currently working on her third book, The Conjurer, which involves magic! The Jock And The Fat Chick is her first foray into romance.

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The Jock and the Fat Chick

No one ever said high school was easy. In this hilarious and heartwarming debut, one high school senior has to ask himself how much he's willing to give up in order to fit in. Kevin seems to have it all: he's popular, good looking, and on his way to scoring a college hockey scholarship. However, he's keeping two big secrets. The first is that he failed an assignment and is now forced to take the most embarrassing course ever--domestic tech. The second is that he is falling for his domestic tech classmate, Claire. As far as Kevin is concerned, Claire does have it all: she's funny, smart, beautiful, and confident. But she's off-limits. Because Kevin knows what happens when someone in his group dares to date a girl who isn't a cheerleader, and there's no way he is going to put himself—or Claire—through that. But steering clear of the girl of his dreams is a lot harder than Kevin thought…especially when a cooking project they are paired together for provides the perfect opportunity for things to heat up between them outside the classroom….
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The Jock and the Fat Chick Blog Tour 

15 Oct – Coffee Time Romance 16 Oct – Torie James 16 Oct – Savvy Authors 16 Oct – Room with Books 16 Oct – Romance Junkies 16 Oct – Indy Book Fairy 16 Oct – Night Owl Reviews 17 Oct – Books & More 18 Oct – Up All Night, Read All Day 19 Oct – BookGirl Knitting 20 Oct – Shelli Rosewarne 21 Oct – Pamaceeve 22 Oct – Books on Fire 23 Oct – Undercover Book Reviews

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 I raise an eyebrow, letting her know I’m listening, but I’m not sure where she’s going with this. “I tell you what to do and say around Mrs. A, and that way I keep my A and you can pass this class.” I consider Claire’s offer. On the one hand, I don’t like her calling me a dumb jock. On the other, she’s amazingly good at cooking and needs to keep her grades high, which means if I do what she says, I’ll pass too. I’ve got nothing to lose, so I nod. “Okay,” I say. She gives me this big warm smile, like I’ve made her day. “Good.” She motions to the fish. “Keep flaking.” I respond with a “Yes, Coach,” as a lighthearted way of sealing our deal. When I’m done flaking, Claire adds the fish to the thick rice mixture and then stirs, making my mouth water. It looks and smells incredible. There must be a million grams of carbs in there. If I ate all that, I’d slip into a carb coma. Claire pulls a large wooden spoon from the drawer and then offers it to me. “Want to taste?” She’s surprised when I shake my head, like I have no clue what I’ve turned down. “Ugh,” she says. “Don’t tell me you’re one of those carb-counting gym rats.” I make a face. “I hate the term ‘gym rat’; it makes me sound greasy.” “True.” Claire sizes me up and then adds, “And you’re definitely not greasy.” Hey, did she just check me out? “Okay, how’s ‘don’t tell me you’re one of those carb-counting fitness bunnies’?” I grunt, amused. “I bet you work out twice a day,” she goes on, stirring the risotto, “and you eat nothing but skinless chicken and steamed broccoli.” I shrug. She bobs her head, like she’s confirming something. “Yeah, you look like a guy who denies himself pleasure....” An unexpected rush of heat spreads across my face. “Well, if you want six-pack abs, there’s got to be sacrifices.” Claire glances at my stomach, and even though she can’t see anything under my shirt and apron, she turns her gaze away and smiles, big. That was definitely a check-me-out move.

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