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Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Excerpt & Review: Various States of Undress: Georgia by Laura Simcox / @TastyBookTours @Simcoxwriter

Title: Various States of Undress #3: Georgia
Author: Laura Simcox
Publisher: Avon Impulse
Release Date: January 6m 2015
Genre: Contemporary, Sports, Romance
ARC Received From: Edelweiss
Reviewed For: Tasty Book Tours

Laura Simcox concludes her fun, flirty Various States of Undress series featuring three presidential daughters with the tale of love at the ballgame.

Brett Knox, star catcher of the Memphis Redbirds, a Triple-A farm team for the St. Louis Cardinals, just got bumped back down to the minors. Brett’s main goal in life is to get back into the big leagues-on his own terms, which means no distractions. Certainly not in the form of a sexy brunette who won’t take no for an answer. As far as Brett’s concerned, his life story isn’t for sale, charity, or pity.’

Georgia Fulton, 4.0 student and daughter of the president of the United States, is certain that she’s on her way to journalistic stardom and she’s doing it without cashing in on her celebrity status-which is exactly what she wants. Nothing’s going to keep her from getting the story of her young career...until she meets Brett Knox, and quickly realizes that he’s a force to be reckoned with. He may be the focus of her assignment, but he could also seriously mess with her internship success, and more alarmingly, her heart.

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Oh god. Baseball. *groans then winks*

I'm a diehard football fan. Baseball? Meh. I can live with it and I can live without it. This book though? Totally made me reconsider my love/hate relationship with this sport.

And I don't know about you, but I haven't read a lot of sports romances where the hero is a catcher. He's usually the ace pitcher, the star quarterback, the cleanup guy. But the catcher?

Brett was an incredible character to get to know. He was kind of like an onion. The top layer was what the public saw: a kick ass catcher with hot body and mind-numbing smile. But who was he really? Georgia was assigned the task of finding out more about Brett through the station she interned with. Spending time with him, asking him questions, and reading between the lines revealed more about the man behind the uniform than I expected.

The game winning part of this book wasn't their relationship, his good looks, her incredible brain, or even the sex. It was Georgia's disinterest in baseball. Sounds weird, but it's not only because I can relate. Just like Georgia grew to like baseball because of Brett, I grew to like baseball because of my husband.

A great story is one I not only enjoy reading but it's one I can connect to. Maybe it's a character or a situation. Maybe it's a reaction or an emotion. Whatever "it" is, it's what makes a good story a great story for me. Ms. Simcox wrote about a president's daughter but made her relative. She isn't perfect, isn't stunning by society's standards, isn't a bitch. She's pleasant, beautiful in her own way, and holds her own when need be. The man she fell in love with not only adored her physical traits, but he didn't change her into who he felt she should be given her celebrity status and his. Brett and Georgia fell in love for all the right reasons. There were obstacles on their way to happily ever after, but they were strong enough (as individuals and as a couple) to overcome them.

Lighthearted with very well developed characters, this is one contemporary romance you don't want to miss out on. If you haven't read anything by Ms. Simcox, I hope you give this one a try. I think you'll love it as much as I did.
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Just as Georgia reached the end of the cramped office at the TV station, an office chair rolled backward out of her cube, blocking her path. It was occupied by a long, lean man wearing a tight T-shirt and jeans—a man with a smirk on his handsome face.

Brett Knox.

All the air rushed out of Georgia’s lungs as she stood there staring at him. “Hey, sugar,” he said. “You’re late.”

“My name’s not sugar.” Georgia reached up and tucked a stray wisp of hair behind her ear. “What am I late for? I thought you declined the interview.”

“I did.” Brett gave her a lazy grin—one that promised anything but a serious interview.

His gaze swept over her blatantly, making her feel hot, but she had a feeling that his flirting wasn’t for real. Flirting was what athletes did best, and, like a giggly fool, she’d fallen for that kind of flattery in college. WHAP News wasn’t college, though, and Brett definitely wasn’t an eighteen-year-old jock. He was a professional athlete; dealing with the media was part of his life, wasn’t it? She needed to be professional too. Unfortunately, her pride took hold of her mouth before reason could.

“So you came in person—again—to tell me you’re not doing the interview?”

“No.” Brett shrugged. “After you left the ballpark yesterday, I got called on the carpet. Ship informed me that I was contractually obligated to allow interviews.”

“Oh good,” she blurted out. “I mean . . . I’m sorry that you’re inconvenienced, but now we can get to work.”

He threw his arms wide. “Well, here I am. You have an all-access pass to Brett Knox.”

She ignored his insinuation and reached past his shoulder to set her briefcase down. But with her hands free, there was nothing between her and him. She needed something because otherwise, she’d just be standing there like an idiot, staring at those sculpted lips. As she reached past him again, she felt the heat of his body filling the tight space. And his scent—like laundry detergent mixed with something earthy and wild. It probably was Tide, she thought dumbly. She’d always liked that smell. It was comforting. But the other . . . the scent of what? Testosterone, probably. That was dangerous. That was what was making her heartbeat erratic.

“Excuse me.”

“Sure,” Brett said. He moved out of the way.

“Thanks.” She grabbed a printout from the desk and straightened, a bit lightheaded, and pretended to scrutinize it. So if he didn’t want to be here, why was he still staring at her like she was an ice cream cone on a hot day? Was it because of who she was? Who her dad was?

She peered over the edge of the paper and saw that the smile had dropped from his face. “Okay. I can tell you’re uncomfortable, so why don’t we break the ice with a few questions about your background?”

“No, thanks.”

“What do you mean ‘no, thanks’? Didn’t you just say that I had an all-access pass?”

“I’m not here for an interview.”

Georgia let out an exasperated sigh. “You’re wasting time, Brett.” 

“No, I’m not.” He met her gaze. She swallowed.
Avon Impulse © 2015 Laura Simcox

After spending years in professional theater as a costume designer, Laura Simcox eased out of the hectic whirlwind of opening nights and settled in a comfy desk chair to write romance. She believes that life is too short not to appreciate heartwarming, quirky humor and her novels are lighthearted journeys into the happily-ever-after. She lives in North Carolina with her true love and adorable little son.


  1. Miriam....you so GET me. Your excellent review boiled all of my reasons for writing this book down to the very essence, and I'm so thrilled. THANK YOU! (And thanks for hosting me again today!!) xoxo, Laura

  2. Thank you for hosting today! Laura is so cute!! I guess you made her day!!