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"Lauren Helms delivers a sweet and steamy romance that packs an
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"Hot, nerdy gamer? Check. Woman with a secret? Check.
Childhood friends to lovers? Lovers to enemies? A second chance?
And a happily ever after? Check times 4." —The Romance Reviews
“Lauren Helms has brought her A-game to the table with One More
Round, and this is my favorite book to date. Somehow she was able to
keep me guessing throughout, and by the end, was craving more like I
do coffee in the morning, which is the mark of a brilliant author in
my eyes.” —Jennifer Pierson: The Power of Three Readers
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About One More Round
History doesn't have to repeat itself... or does it?
GIA
Life was on track, going great,
And I couldn't have been happier.
But then he walks back in,
The tall, dark, broody blast from my past,
The one that got away,
Or shall I say, the one I pushed away,
Now, he's pushing the boundaries,
Demanding answers,
Ready to bring the past to the present,
For a chance at a future.
SIMON
As a professional gamer,
I'm focused and detailed,
Weighing all of my options.
After she left, I was lost, shattered,
And thought it was game over,
For me, for us.
But when I see her again,
There's more at stake than just a game,
This time, I'm playing for keeps, ready for One More Round.
REVIEW: ONE MORE ROUND (GAMER BOY) BY LAUREN HELMS
Excerpt
Copyright @ 2018 Lauren Helms
Against my better judgment, I stand and head for the kitchen under the guise of
getting a drink. I open the fridge, surreptitiously trying to get her attention.
I close the door with a bit more force than necessary. Nothing. So, I walk up
I close the door with a bit more force than necessary. Nothing. So, I walk up
to the sink next to her and look out the window, too.
God, she smells good.
So damn good.
And she’s absolutely stunning. Her golden hair comes past her shoulders and
God, she smells good.
So damn good.
And she’s absolutely stunning. Her golden hair comes past her shoulders and
falls in waves that make me think she’s been at the beach all day, though I
know she hasn’t. Her slightly rounded nose and perfect pink lips are precisely
how I remember them. But her dark-blue eyes always have a way of rooting
out people’s bullshit, which is what I’m certain will happen if she ever looks up at me.
I've done my best to keep a physical distance from her. I don't want to be
I've done my best to keep a physical distance from her. I don't want to be
too close, for fear that I will reach out and touch her, like old times. She was
always so close to me when we were kids.
I brush her arm as I lift the pop to my mouth and take a drink. This startles her,
I brush her arm as I lift the pop to my mouth and take a drink. This startles her,
but it only takes a second to regain her composure.
"What ya looking at?" I ask, not taking my eyes off the apartment building
"What ya looking at?" I ask, not taking my eyes off the apartment building
across the street.
"Oh, nothing. I was just thinking, I guess," she sighs as she moves the
"Oh, nothing. I was just thinking, I guess," she sighs as she moves the
bowl in her hands back under the running water.
"You guess? How do you not know?" I ask, using my same words from
"You guess? How do you not know?" I ask, using my same words from
earlier, but in a gentler tone.
She looks at me this time, which is what I wanted. "Stop asking me
She looks at me this time, which is what I wanted. "Stop asking me
questions if you always hate my answers." She says it with a ghost of a smile.
Acting on its own, my shoulder bumps hers.
We've danced around each other for months. I haven't touched her since
Acting on its own, my shoulder bumps hers.
We've danced around each other for months. I haven't touched her since
that first night we met again as adults. I shook her hand because I was
caught off guard. But today, we've touched twice. Where are the walls I've built?
She looks up at me with a hint of something in her eyes that I can't
She looks up at me with a hint of something in her eyes that I can't
quite figure out. Interest? Need? Maybe longing.
"I'm just kidding, G." I smile at her. Something I haven't done toward
"I'm just kidding, G." I smile at her. Something I haven't done toward
her in a very long time. Yeah, that look in her eyes is definitely longing.
She gives me a sad smile before turning to put the bowl on the drying rack
She gives me a sad smile before turning to put the bowl on the drying rack
. It isn't lost on me that she's hand-washing the dishes instead of
letting the dishwasher take care of them.
"I really do want to know what's got you staring out the window."
She eyes me. "Why?"
I give this some thought. Why do I want to know so bad? Why do I care?
"Because I care?" Maybe I shouldn't have asked. Yeah, I can see that was
"I really do want to know what's got you staring out the window."
She eyes me. "Why?"
I give this some thought. Why do I want to know so bad? Why do I care?
"Because I care?" Maybe I shouldn't have asked. Yeah, I can see that was
the wrong thing to say when she snorts and tosses an eye roll my way.
A laugh escapes her lips but there’s no humor in it.
"Yeah, you care. Since when Simon? You can't even look me in the eye.
"Yeah, you care. Since when Simon? You can't even look me in the eye.
You don't care. So, don't waste your breath," she spits out and starts
shoving dishes in the dishwasher now, throwing all kinds of temper
around with the task.
"Jeesh. Chill, alright? I guess old habits die hard. I can still tell when
"Jeesh. Chill, alright? I guess old habits die hard. I can still tell when
something is wrong. We do have a history. That won't ever change,"
I say, defending myself.
At this, she goes rigid. Ah-ha. Either bringing up the fact that we have
At this, she goes rigid. Ah-ha. Either bringing up the fact that we have
a history or my telling her to chill—which she hates—has stopped her
in her tracks; I'm guessing it’s a little bit of both.
"Just leave me alone, Simon," she mutters.
"Is it your brother? Does he live here in Chicago? Are things better between
"Just leave me alone, Simon," she mutters.
"Is it your brother? Does he live here in Chicago? Are things better between
the two of you or is he still an asshole with problems?" I can't hold it in,
I've got to know.
She puts the last cup in the washer and closes the door uncharacteristically
She puts the last cup in the washer and closes the door uncharacteristically
slowly. She then wipes her hands on the towel, lays it down, and slowly
turns to me.
Murderous.
If looks could kill, I'd be six feet under. She steps a tad closer to me.
"You … do not get to ask about him. You do not get to bring him up.
Murderous.
If looks could kill, I'd be six feet under. She steps a tad closer to me.
"You … do not get to ask about him. You do not get to bring him up.
Ever. Do not ever speak about him, or the past, to me or anyone."
Her voice is so low it makes my skin prickle.
"Uh, OK." I gulp. This evil clone Gia is scary as shit.
She takes a step back, then turns to leave the kitchen.
Then as her words register, I realize.
"They don't know, do they?"
She stops. Looks over her shoulder at me. Instead of anger, guilt clouds her eyes.
"No," she says, and walks away.
"Uh, OK." I gulp. This evil clone Gia is scary as shit.
She takes a step back, then turns to leave the kitchen.
Then as her words register, I realize.
"They don't know, do they?"
She stops. Looks over her shoulder at me. Instead of anger, guilt clouds her eyes.
"No," she says, and walks away.
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Author Lauren Helms:
Lauren Helms has forever been an avid reader from the beginning.
After starting a book review website, that catapulted her fully into
the book world, she knew that something was missing.
Lauren decided to take the plunge and write her first novel.
While working for a video game strategy guide publisher, she
decided to mix what she knew best--video games and romance.
She decided to take the plunge and joined NaNoWrimo and a month
later, she had her first draft.
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