Monday, May 15, 2017

Book Oscars 2016: Introducing Penny Reid

Hi Everyone :)  

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:
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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.

Twitter: @ReidRomance

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
Release Date: May 16th, 2017

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?
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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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