I Love My Authors: Queen of the League

Title: Going for Two
Series: Queen of the League, #2
Author: Laura Chapman
Genre: Sports Romance
Release Date: January 27, 2016

GUEST POST
In honor of Going for Two’s release, I’m sharing some fun facts about the book and Queen of the League series.

Hello, my name is Laura, and I am a cupcake addict. Maybe addict is a bit too strong of a word, but let’s just say I’ve never met a cupcake I didn’t like. And maybe I have this teeny, tiny little thing where I devote a good several minutes of every day pining for a cupcake and wishing I could ditch whatever I’m doing to go pick up a package of them. I consider it a true testament of my will that I spent two years living half a block away from a cupcake shop, and I only stopped there a handful of times. Seriously, I deserve a medal. So when Harper develops her own little cupcake and sweets addiction of sorts in Going for Two, it’s safe to say I was qualified.

I hope you will check out the other facts—view a complete listing of locations and dates on my website, www.laurachapmanbooks.com—and the series.

SYNOPSIS

Harper Duquaine is back for another season of fantasy football! This time she’s a year wiser and prepared to dominate the league. But while she finally seems to have her fantasy life in order, reality proves more challenging.

Her plans to peacefully play house with her boyfriend come to a halt when the high school suddenly names Brook its head football coach. The promotion comes with more responsibility on the field and less time at home. It also unexpectedly means more work for Harper, who already has her hands full helping a friend pull off the perfect proposal (while dodging questions about when she and Brook are going to get hitched already). Plus, a new development at work could leave her—and half of the fantasy league—jobless.

With the complications of her career and being “Mrs. Coach” adding up, Harper wonders if she’s committed to the life she’s already building or if there is something else out there.

BUY LINKS

Amazon:
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Barnes & Noble:
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/going-for-two-laura-chapman/1123307480?ean=2940157709921

Kobo:
https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/going-for-two

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/28174616-going-for-two

And from January 20-29 you can get First & Goal, book one in the Queen of the League series, for only 99 cents.

Amazon:
http://amzn.com/B0151ZBL0G

Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/first-goal-laura-chapman/1122624183?ean=2940151152693

Kobo:
https://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/first-goal-1

MEET THE AUTHOR

Laura Chapman is the author of Going for Two, First & Goal, The Marrying Type, and Hard Hats and Doormats. Her work also appears in Merry & Bright, A Kind of Mad Courage, and the holiday collection All I Want For Christmas from Marching Ink. She loves Huskers and Packers football, Netflix marathons, and her cats, Jane and Bingley. Laura makes her home in Nebraska, where she is penning her next novel.

AUTHOR LINKS

Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/laurachapmanbooks

Twitter -
https://twitter.com/lmchap

Instagram -
https://instagram.com/lmchap614/

YouTube -
https://www.youtube.com/user/lmchap

Goodreads - https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7374940.Laura_Chapman

Blog -
http://www.change-the-word.comp
Website -

http://laurachapmanbooks.com/

Title: First & Goal

Series: Queen of the League, #1

Author: Laura Chapman

Genre: Humor, Woman's Fiction

Release Date: October 6, 2015

When Harper Duquaine’s no-nonsense approach to work unintentionally ruffles the wrong feathers at her new job, she joins her co-workers’ fantasy football league to prove she can hang with the guys. Only

problem: she doesn’t know a sleeper from a keeper (or any of the other lingo thrown her way). Embroiled in a world of lineups, stats, and trades, Harper’s quest to make nice topples when her competitive streak emerges. And her promise to herself that she’ll be a strong, independent woman and leave the drama and heartache behincomp seriously tested when she catches the attention of her two biggest competitors: J.J., a local celebrity determined to win a fantasy championship, and Brook, tre mild-mannered coach who seems too good to be true. Both threaten her resolve to remain single… and, more importantly, her chances at winning the prize pool.

With a slew of conflicting advice in her real fantasy worlds, Harper must figure out how to play the game and come out a winner.

“I don’t get how it works,” Kelsey says. “I mean, I’ve heard about fantasy football, but what do you even do?”

Fantasy football, hmm? Both of my brothers are in leagues. They basically live and breathe by their fake teams for months on end each fall. I’ve never paid enough attention to fully comprehend what’s happening, but I still give them crap for becoming emotionally invested in something that doesn’t matter. My ex used to call it “Dungeons and Dragons for sports fans.”

“It’s pretty basic,” Wade says. “Before the season starts, you draft a team of professional football players. Quarterbacks, running backs, wide receivers, tight ends, a kicker, and a defense. They can be from any NFL team.”

“You can pull from anyone—the Packers, the Broncos, the Patriots,” J.J. chimes in. “You can even take someone from the Jets, if you’re willing to risk it.”

“Not funny,” Gio says. “You know they’re my team.”

“Of course I do. Just like I realize nobody’s perfect. Except for me.” He winks at Kelsey.

She giggles. “But what do you do with those players?”

“During the season, you’ll set a lineup every week.”

“What’s a lineup?”

“It’s the list of players you’re making active.” When she stares at J.J. blankly, he lets out a huge sigh. “About half of your roster sits on the bench each week. Only the players on your lineup earn you points.”

“How do you get points?”

“Every player earns points based on how he performs during his real game.” Wade grabs a piece of paper and a pen. I angle my neck but can’t quite make out his scratchings. “Like, a quarterback earns six points if he throws to a wide receiver who makes a touchdown or if he runs the ball in himself. A wide receiver gets points for making the catch, running the yards, and getting the touchdown. When you sign up for your account you can check out all the different ways you can earn points.”

“But how do you win or lose?”

“Each week you play against another person in the league. The person who finishes the series of games with the most points wins.”

“And the one with the least loses.” Her eyes narrow. “I bet you guys want me in your league because you want me to lose.”

“No, we don’t.” J.J. leans across the counter. “C’mon, it’ll be fun. I’ll help you.”

“No. You won’t,” Wade says. “You’ll give her bad advice so you can beat her.”

“I will not.”

“Will, too.”

“Will not.”

“Will, too.”

“Boys, boys,” Gio interrupts, wielding the full power of seventeen years of fatherhood. “It doesn’t matter whether or not J.J. helps Kelsey draft a team or leads her astray. Brook is still going to kick our asses all season.”

J.J. frowns. “Why do you assume MacLaughlin will win again?”

“He does every year.”

“No, he—”

“Settle down,” Gio interrupts before J.J.’s face turns bright crimson. “You can puff up your chest and rant all you want. He’s a shoo-in for the playoffs. He gets there every year.”

“We’ve only had five seasons.”

“And he’s won three of them and finished second the other two.” Gio lets out a short laugh and shakes his head. “I’d quit the league if it wasn’t fun and didn’t get me out of the estrogen den at home. Brook is too good; we’ll never beat him.”

“He gets lucky,” J.J. mutters.

“He has skills.”

“Every winning streak has to end sometime.”

Gio rubs his forehead. I can’t blame him. J.J. is giving me a headache, too.

“His streak isn’t about superstition or anything,” Gio says. “He has an eye for talent. The guy could do this for a living.”

“Technically he does.” Wade flinches under J.J.’s heated glare. “He does. He coaches football.”

“At a high school.” J.J. rolls his eyes. “He’s working with amateurs, not a team of highly trained, well-paid athletes.”

“They’re kids,” Gio says.

“And talented ones,” Wade adds. “They’re already front-runners for State this year.”

J.J.’s frown settles deeper into his face. “Ratings, rankings, and projections don’t count for anything unless you take the title in the end.”

“I’m still not sure about this fantasy football business,” Kelsey says, trying to regain control of the conversation. She’s also likely trying to prevent J.J. from slugging the other salesmen. “I guess I don’t understand football.”

“Young lady, you were born and raised in Nebraska.” Gio grins and offers her a comforting pat on the shoulder. “You’d be surprised how much you probably know about the game without even trying.”

“It’s in the blood,” Wade agrees. “We Nebraskans are born with the football gene in our DNA. Sometimes it doesn’t present itself until later in life.”

“A dormant gene?”

“Exactly.”

Kelsey purses her lips. “I still don’t—”

“Here’s the deal,” J.J. interrupts. “One of our league-mates dropped out at the last-minute. His wife had a baby a couple of months ago, and he’s under the impression he can’t manage a fantasy league and be a father at the same time.”

The men exchange pained glances, and Gio rolls his eyes. “First-time fathers always overdo it. He’ll be begging to rejoin next season.”

“In the meantime, we need a twelfth player,” J.J. says. “Please, Kelsey. It’s only for one season.”

“The league dues are kind of expensive. A hundred dollars is a lot of money.”

“Which you’ll get back if you make it to the playoffs.”

Kelsey taps her fingers on the desk while chewing on the inside of her cheek. “Only four teams make it to the playoffs though, right?”

“We actually send six,” Wade corrects. “But only the final four team managers get money.”

She shakes her head. “I can’t. I need to save my money for rent.”

“We need you.” J.J. takes Kelsey’s hand, and her eyes go dewy. “Most of the other guys in the league work here. It’s not like you’re dealing with strangers.”

“You’d be our favorite person,” Wade says.

“We’ll be indebted to you forever,” Gio adds.

“I’m sorry, but—”

“Well, I guess we’re screwed.” J.J. drops her hand and swears under his breath. “Our draft is tonight. Where else can we find someone willing to pay the dues and play the game?”

“I’ll do it.” The words are out of my mouth before I’ve even had a chance to consider what I’m saying.

Four pairs of eyes fall on me. The expressions on their faces display a mix of emotions ranging from shock and intrigue to annoyance. Kelsey in particular looks like she might want to smack me for my unsolicited interruption.

Right now, I don’t care, because this is my chance. This is the way I can prove I’m a team player. That I’m not a completely uptight rule enforcer, and I can have fun. They’ll realize I’m not “Harper the harper.” I’m just me.

Wade is first to break his silence. “You like football?”

“I’m from Wisconsin,” I reply, hoping it’s enough of an explanation.

“Packers fan?” Gio asks.

I nod. “Go Pack Go.”

“Same as Brook.” Wade watches me closely, tapping a finger on the counter. “Who’s your favorite player?”

“Chad Baker. But I like Dickson and Mathena,” I add. “They were big playmakers last season.”

I overheard my brothers say something like that during Christmas dinner. I’ve admittedly fallen behind on my football watching during the past few years. And, okay, maybe I’m exaggerating my enthusiasm for football a little bit, but I am a fan. When I have time to watch.

“Have you ever played fantasy football before?”

“No.” I face J.J., who apparently is ready to speak again. “But I’ve followed both of my brothers’ teams for years. I’ve always wanted to join a league.”

I mentally cross my fingers, hoping the little fib doesn’t cost me too many karma points.

“You’d be ready to draft tonight?”

“Sure.”

“And you’re willing to pay the dues?”

“Definitely.” My cheeks ache from forcing the smile. “This sounds like a lot of fun. If you’ll have me, I’d love to be your twelfth league member.”

The men trade a few more glances, while the still-silent Kelsey’s chest rises up and down. Gio and Wade nod, and J.J. pushes away from the counter to offer his hand. “As the league commissioner, let me be the first to welcome you to the Mega Ballerz. We have a lot to discuss.”