Monday, 13 April 2015


Title: Critical Hit On
Series: The Games Of Love
Author: Deanne Dee
Release Date: 25th February 2015

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Molly Moreau used to be a geek with the best of them—role playing games, multi-user dungeons, trading cards—the works. Then she found her long-time boyfriend in a dark corner with a girl dressed as Lara “boobs and guns” Croft. That was it for the relationship and for her geekiness. After moving back home, she got a job at a normal bar and grill with normal people to live a normal life. That is until Craig shows up with his RPG character sheet.

Craig Lawrence has been rolling 1s on the relationship front ever since his last girlfriend broke up with him because he apparently spent too much time playing guardian to his rebellious little sister. When he meets Molly, he wants more than anything to win her heart, and this time he’ll do anything to keep his family problems from interfering.

When fate (Molly’s best friend) brings Craig and Molly together (sets them up on a date), will this relationship roll yet another 1? Or will it score a critical hit?



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Chapter 1: Craig

For a Thursday night, A’s Tavern is dead. All the better. We don’t need an audience for the not-so-drunken debauchery to follow. I stroll inside and head for the hostess desk, not bothering to hold the door for Parker. He’s a big boy. He can handle himself.
There’s a crash behind me, followed by a string of curses.
Or maybe he can’t. Should’ve known better. Parker’s a klutz. I’m a good friend, though. I keep walking and snicker.
Parker catches up to me and punches my shoulder. “You, my friend, are chimera excrement.”
I shrug. “I’ve been called worse. Keep up next time.”
“Two?” The host, clad in black pants and a red shirt—poor bastard—greets us and grabs a couple of menus.
“For now,” I say. “We’re expecting three more.”
Host pauses, and his eyes go glassy as if two plus three is calculus. Then he grabs three more menus. “Follow me.” He leads us to a rectangular table for six, where he practically drops the menus and silverware. Dude’s dex score is down with his int. “Your server will be right with you,” he says and then scurries back toward the front of the restaurant.
I mumble a thanks and sit. The tables around us are empty, so I pull my chair way out and make myself comfortable. In my twenty-one years, A’s hasn’t changed. The place looks like one of those old train stations. The top halves of the walls are white tile, and the bottoms are dark wood, a match for the tables and chairs. Monochrome tiles make up the floor, and a black-lacquered bar stretches the length of the restaurant. In honor of the recent Star Trek movie, there’s a neon sign over said bar advertising Free Tranya. I don’t know why they have free tranya, considering that line was from the original series and not the most recent movie, but there’s the sign. Only the second r is out. So it reads Free Tanya.
“Free Tanya.” Parker sits across from me and runs a hand over his black hair, which just makes it stick up more. Between that and the glasses, all he needs is green eyes instead of blue and a lightning scar on his forehead. “Now that, I can get behind.” And a less Weasley personality.
I scoot up to the table and am about to smack him over the head when a hand grabs my water glass and scares the hell out of me. I hit the back of my chair and look up at our waitress…our really hot waitress. Damn, how have I not noticed this girl before? Her brown hair reaches her shoulders, and her curves make the tasteless white-shirt-and-black-skirt ensemble of A’s uniform look good. My kind of girl.
“How you boys doing tonight?” she says in a strong, confident voice.
Definitely my kind of girl.
“Magnificently,” Parker says.
“Yeah?” She replaces my water glass and goes for Parker’s. “What can I get you to drink?”
Parker points to the bar. “I shall have the free Tanya.”
I kick him under the table.
He squeaks like a little girl. “Tranya.”
Waitress nods as if dorky twenty-something guys order free females all the time. “And you?” She turns to me, and her brown eyes meet mine. They’re the kind of eyes dead white guys wrote poetry about.
I’ll be a dead white guy someday. Perhaps I should join their ranks. Or perhaps I should order a drink before she notices I’m staring. “Have you had the tranya?”
“I have. I relished it.”
Whoa, girl knows her Star Trek. She and I might be the only twenty-somethings in 2009 America to know that episode. That decides my drink order. “As much as I will.”
Her eyes go wide, reflecting my amazement. Then, without warning, they’re serious again. “Two tranyas. Can I see some ID?” She barely glances at the cards before handing them back. “I’ll have those right out, and my name’s Molly.” She dashes toward the bar.
Well, so much for that.
“Critical miss,” Parker says, patting my arm. “Better luck next time.”

Did you always want to be a writer? If not what did you want to be?
I don’t know if I always wanted to be a writer. I wrote my first (very bad) story when I was seven, but it was just something to do. My dad was forever working on a book when I was growing up, and I wanted to follow in his footsteps a bit. Of course, I diverged and got a B.A. in psychology before realizing where I really wanted to go with my life. I don’t regret that academic decision, though, and now I’m here, writing, where I feel I should be.

What genre would you place your books into?
Geek romance. “I’m a geek. I write romance. Allegedly, I write geek romance.” My goal was to write a romance novel full of pop culture references. Here’s hoping I succeeded.

What made you decide to write that genre of book?
Again, I wanted a place to put all the geeky stuff running around in my head, and I needed a genre that would let me do that. Romance supplies a story with an automatic happy ending where all the light and airy geek stuff can fit right at home. Match made in Nirvana.

What can we expect from you in the future?  ie More books of the same genre? Books of a different genre?
I don’t have plans to stray from romance. That said, I may stray a bit from geek. I have a ton more geeky ideas, but I also have some scifi romance ideas floating around. And really, that counts as geeky because tech is just awesome.

Are character names and place names decided after their creation? or do you pick a character/place name and then invent them?
It’s funny. I always wondered how pop culture writers came up with their puns. Did they just let them happen or plan them in advance? Answer—at least for me—both. Yes, I have to be contradictory. I found myself purposefully naming some places and characters so I could make a geeky reference in the book or in later books in the series.

Do you basic plot/plan for your book, before you actually begin writing it out? Or do you let the writing flow and see where it takes the story?
I begin with three things—an opening scene, an ending-ish scene, and an idea of how I want things to go. From there, I let the words take me where they will. It’s working so far, and if it isn’t broke, I’m not fixing it.

What piece of advice would you give to a new writer?
Get some training, no matter what it is. As someone once wrote in an interview I hosted, natural talent only goes so far, and there are a lot of people with natural talent. That little extra edge, even if it’s just a few workshops, can make all the difference.

Do you have a treasured book from your childhood? If yes, what is it?
A Wrinkle in Time. Love that book. Will always love that book. It was the first book that really made me want to read and, more importantly, tell stories. 

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