It's time to introduce you to another one of our Book Oscar winners :)
Let us introduce you to Penny Reid,
the winner in the Best Book category!
About the Author:
Synopsis:
There are three things you need to know about Marie Harris:
1) She’s fed up with online dating,
2) She’s so fed up, she’s willing to forego the annoyance and consider more creative alternatives, and
3) She knows how to knit.
After the most bizarre and irritating first date in the history of human kind, Marie is looking for an alternative to men. With the help of her friends, she quickly identifies a few possibilities:
Need a cuddle? Use a professional cuddler. Need affirmation? Get yourself a life coach. Need an orgasm? Try orgasm meditation! Why does she need the hassle of a romantic partner when she can meet all her needs with paid services?
But then her irritating date resurfaces. And he’s not at all the person she thought he was. And he suggests a different—and crazier—solution to her dilemma . . .
As everyone knows (or will soon come to realize), traditional relations between humans are a thing of the past. Robots are our future. And if robots are our future, then why do we need other people at all?
Penny Reid is the USA Today Bestselling Author of the Winston Brothers and Knitting in the City series. When she’s not immersed in penning smart romances, Penny works in the biotech industry as a researcher. She’s also a full time mom to three diminutive adults, wife, daughter, knitter, crocheter, sewer, general crafter, and thought ninja.
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Twitter: @ReidRomance
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News:
Do you know that Penny has a new book coming out tomorrow, May 16?
Here are some info about Dating-ish!
Title: Dating-ish
Series: Knitting in the City, #6
Author: Penny Reid
Author: Penny Reid
Release Date: May 16th, 2017
1) She’s fed up with online dating,
2) She’s so fed up, she’s willing to forego the annoyance and consider more creative alternatives, and
3) She knows how to knit.
After the most bizarre and irritating first date in the history of human kind, Marie is looking for an alternative to men. With the help of her friends, she quickly identifies a few possibilities:
Need a cuddle? Use a professional cuddler. Need affirmation? Get yourself a life coach. Need an orgasm? Try orgasm meditation! Why does she need the hassle of a romantic partner when she can meet all her needs with paid services?
But then her irritating date resurfaces. And he’s not at all the person she thought he was. And he suggests a different—and crazier—solution to her dilemma . . .
As everyone knows (or will soon come to realize), traditional relations between humans are a thing of the past. Robots are our future. And if robots are our future, then why do we need other people at all?
Pre-order Links:
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Audiobook: Releasing on May 16th!
Amazon UK
Amazon AU
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Nook
Kobo
Smashwords
Googleplay
Paperback
Audiobook: Releasing on May 16th!
Excerpt:
“Real-time images,
like video game graphics, rely on GPUs that perform certain types of
mathematical calculations—for example, matrix multiplications—”
“Ah yes, good old matrix multiplications.
Here, let me.” I selected a deep-red button-down dress shirt on a
hanger and held it up to Matt’s chest. It looked very nice. Verra,
verra nice. I added it to our
stack.
Meanwhile, he continued with barely a
pause. “For example, matrix multiplications, they can handle huge
amounts of computations in parallel. The same features are suitable
for different applications, like running climate simulations or
modeling attributes of complex biomolecular structures.”
I sighed, gazing at him with a smile, my
brain and other key parts of me completely aroused by Matt saying the
words, complex biomolecular
structures.
Believe it or not, Matt had invited me out
on a Tuesday afternoon to clothes shop. Apparently, his chairperson
had suggested—less than subtly—that many professors in the
engineering department had been confused regarding Matt’s tenure
status.
They thought he was an undergrad student.
Presently, we were in the Hugo Boss store
and I’d made the glorious mistake of asking him what a NVIDIA chip
was, the item he was so eager to see when he left me briefly with Dr.
Merek. Apparently, I couldn’t have asked a better question. His
eyes widened excitedly and, like every time he spoke about his work,
he stood straighter, exuding seductive confidence with his deep,
thorough knowledge.
“GPUs are recognized as proficient at
training deep neural networks, the mathematical structures roughly
modeled on the human brain.” His grin became massive and he leaned
close, as though about to share something truly amazing. “They also
rely heavily on repeated parallel matrix calculations.”
“Get out!” I said. “That’s
awesome.”
He nodded. “I know.” He then touched my
nose lightly with his index finger. “You are super cute when you
pretend you know what I’m talking about.”
That made me laugh and I shook my head at
him. “And you are super cute when you talk about your computery
witchcraft. How many white dress shirts do you have?”
“Um, one. And now you know what it’s
like for me all the time.” He glanced around the store as though we
were within the interior of a prison.
“Meaning?” I’d picked up this
peculiarity of speech he had. Instead of asking, What
do you mean? He would frequently
just say, Meaning?
“Over the course of my adulthood—and
childhood, for that matter—everyday conversations frequently sound
like Greek.”
That had me wrinkling my nose at him. “What
are you talking about? You have no problem communicating with me.”
One of the sales associates approached us.
“Hi there, are you finding everything you need?”
Her gaze moved over Matt appreciatively and
then to me, her eyebrows hitching on her forehead; if I was reading
her expression correctly, it communicated, Your
boyfriend is hot.
“Marie?” he deferred, clearly oblivious
to the pretty woman’s appreciation.
“I think so, but could you start a room
for him?”
“No problem.” She reached forward to
grab our current selections. Actually, they were my selections. Matt
hadn’t touched anything but me since we’d entered, shoving his
hands in his pockets.
“I’m looking forward to this fashion
show,” she said, and then winked at me.
I couldn’t help my grin. She was being so
adorably obvious, and it made me feel like she was giving me a mental
high five, a la, You go, girl!
“That’s because you don’t seem to
mind my questions,” Matt said once she left, picking our
conversation right back up as he considered the suit next to him on a
mannequin. “Are we getting suits here?”
That stopped me in my tracks. “Do you
want a
suit?”
He scrutinized me like my question was a
test. “I don’t know. Do I?”
“I guess we could get you a suit, if you
think you’ll use it.” I contemplated the mannequin, touching the
fabric of the three-piece with my fingertips. “This is fine.”
“Fine?” He glanced between me and the
suit. “Is fine good?”
I shrugged. “Or we could go someplace
less expensive. It depends on what you want to use it for.”
Matt stared at me, analyzing my features
attentively. “See? It’s like you’re speaking a different
language.”
I laughed. “Okay. What are you going to
use it for?”
“You haven’t given me enough
information in order to make a decision. I need more data.”
I laughed again. “You have several
different categories of suits, depending on the needs of the person.
If you’re using it to go to a funeral or twice a year for weddings,
or something like that, then you probably don’t need a very
expensive suit. If that’s the case, we should go someplace
cheaper.”
“What’s the downside? Of a less
expensive suit?”
“They don’t look as nice and they’re
not usually great quality, which means they wear out faster.”
“But this suit,” he gestured to the one
next to us, “will look better and last longer?”
“Yes. This is a medium-quality suit.”
“Where can one acquire a high-quality
suit?”
“Um . . .” I glanced to the right,
trying to remember where Janie said Quinn bought his suits. “There’s
a designer in Chicago, Daniel George, who will hand-make a suit, or
even shirts, using fabrics and a cut specifically chosen for you.”
“It’s literally tailor-made.”
“Correct.”
“And it’ll look the best?”
“And last for a long time, yes. But it’ll
cost a lot. Like, a lot a lot.”
He gave me a flat, teasing smile. “For a
writer, you sure do use the big words.”
I rolled my eyes, turning from him. “Fine.
The expenditure will be exorbitant.”
He came up behind me, peering over my
shoulder as I thumbed through a rack of dress pants. “Is there any
place like that? For women?”
“Not really. I mean, you can
get custom clothing made, but
most women don’t.”
“Because it’s expensive?”
“That, and because there’s already so
much to choose from ready-made that runs the gamut of inexpensive to
upscale.”
“Where do you shop? For yourself?”
“The only thing I ever pay retail for is
yarn.”
He paused, like he was trying to untangle a
puzzle. “Meaning?”
“I usually shop consignment. I like it
because a) it’s a lot cheaper, and b) consignment shops have a
bunch of brands rather than just one, so it’s like going to
multiple stores at once.”
He paused again, considering this
information, then said, “Huh.”
I looked at him because the way he said huh
was peculiar. “What?”
“Your
methods are efficient.” He was smiling at me, giving me the sense
that he very much approved of my methods. My efficient
methods.
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