L.B. Simmons

Hold on tight…life is definitely a thrill ride…

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Updates and a SMALL TEASER

WOW! What an amazing journey I have had over the last couple of months with the release of my first book, Running on Empty. The feedback was amazing, and as it still rolls in, I wanted to say a big THANK YOU to all of you who have taken the time to let me know that you read and enjoyed the book! I love hearing from each and every one of you! I can’t say that enough. 🙂 I LOVE YOU ALL!!!

Okay, so what’s in store for Ms. LB Simmons????? Here’s the plan. I am currently working on Recovery, which will be Alex’s and Blake’s novella. There is a lot in store for them and I’m excited to share it with you. It will also serve as an introduction of Tatum and Noah into the storyline. For those of you who don’t know, Tatum is Trace’s little sister. Here’s a little intro to them:


Now, even though the story will have different main characters, ALL the characters from RoE will be in the book and you will see how their lives progress. 🙂 Next, will come the long awaited story for HARLOW and TRACE…and most likely will be the end of the series. That’s the TENTATIVE PLAN!

So, without further ado…here is a small snippet from Recovery! Thank you all again for your support!!!!! You’ve given me the courage to keep writing and hopefully bring you even more stories! I hope to do you proud!!!!!!

**************************TEASER ALERT**********************************************

I brace myself against the car, willing my brain to get the “This ride is closed” message to the guy running the tilt-a-whirl in my stomach. A light breeze blows and I immediately wince in preparation for my next intake of air. But as soon as hits and I breathe it in, my body immediately relaxes. The blood pooling in my stomach is redistributed to the rest of my body. My jaw unclenches. Tilt-a-whirl guy evidently took a break.

I know that smell. The scent is unmistakable.

Leather and soap.

Add it to your Goodreads TBR!


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February Fun Stuff

First of all, thank you to all of those who have read and loved Running on Empty. It was an absolute joy to write, I loved every single character with every piece of my heart and soul. I am so glad there are so many of you out there that took something away from it, whether it be coping with a death or the death of a loved one, grapsong the message of living your life to the fullest that I was trying to get across, or just plain loving the story…the emotional “Coller Roaster” that is Running on Empty. There was a lot that went into the tour, such as Blake POV’s, Character Interviews, or just Interviews with me about the book. I wanted to put them all in one place for the readers so that those of you who read it after the tour started wouldn’t miss out. I’m also including some fun things that weren’t on the tour, but I wanted to share with everyone. So, here goes!!! ❤ Please note that giveaways and such have closed. ENJOY!!!!!!!!!!!

Blake POV:

Running in Place Exclusive Teaser:

Blake POV:

Blake and Alex Interview:

Blake Interview:

LB Simmons Interview:

Blake Valentine’s Shout Out to the Ladies:

LB Simmons Interview:

Exclusive Excerpt:

Fun Interview with LB Simmons:

Running on Empty Playlist:

Blake and Alex Interview:


Running on Empty Blog Tour Info

The time is near my friends!!! The Running on Empty Blog Tour is almost upon us. I am so excited. There are interviews, there are character interviews, there are Blake POVs, lots of fun stuff…this tour is gonna be EPIC!!!!!!!!!!! There will be signed paperback copies up for grabs…so be sure to visit these blogs on the following days to be able to enter for one!!!! I know there may be a few of you out there who would like one…;) Spread the word about the tour people! I love you guys so much and the book is doing amazing because of YOUR support!! Let’s rock this tour together! ❤ 🙂

FEBRUARY 1: Natasha is a Book Junkie  


FEBRUARY 2: My Secret Romance Book Review


FEBRUARY 3: The Phantom Paragrapher


FEBRUARY 4: Sugar and Spice Book Reviews


FEBRUARY 5: Shh, Moms Reading 


FEBRUARY 7: Little Pink Cupcakes


FEBRUARY 8: Three Chicks and Their Books


FEBRUARY 9: Devoured Words 


FEBRUARY 10: Candy Coated Book Blog


FEBRUARY 11: First Class Books 


FEBRUARY 12: Flirty and Dirty Book Blog 


FEBRUARY 13: Have Book Will Read


FEBRUARY 14: Into The Night Reviews


FEBRUARY 15: Whirlwindbooks 


FEBRUARY 16: Book Crush  


FEBRUARY 17: The Book Whisperer


FEBRUARY 18: Buried in Books 


FEBRUARY 19: Novel Girl


FEBRUARY 20: The Indie Bookshelf  


FEBRUARY 22: Angie’s Dreamy Reads 


FEBRUARY 23: Becca the Bibliophile 


FEBRUARY 24: Sweet and Sassy Reviewz


FEBRUARY 25: Novel Seduction 


FEBRUARY 26: Megan’s book blog  


FEBRUARY 27: Enchanting Havoc    


FEBRUARY 28: Book Bitches Blog   




Wow!  Let me just start of with what an AMA-ZING week this has been. I never dreamt it possible to have had the response to Running on Empty that I have received.  The feedback has been…well, overwhelming.  Just a couple of months ago, I started this journey, not even sure if I would even publish.  I wanted to give my daughters something to have always, and as I kept writing, it turned into a beautiful love story.  A story that seems to have resonated with a lot of people out there, and I am so happy about that.  I always said, I don’t care about the reviews.  I just want all of those people who have supported me from the very beginning, hoping to get something out of this story, to get what they need from it.  And in my heart, I feel I have accomplished that goal.  So thank you from the bottom of my heart, for not only taking the time to read the book, but also leave your kind feedback with me.  I love hearing your favorite parts and your favorite quotes.  Absolutely love it.  So thank you for allowing me to share in your experience when reading. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Now, I wanted to give you all a little insight about the use of the butterfly in my story.  I was extremely close with my Great Grandmother…Lucy Bell Simmons.  (Familiar?) She was an incredibly strong woman, who lost her husband at a relatively young age.  Strong, independent, hard-headed, stubborn…but I loved that woman with all my being. She died when I was eighteen years old.  Ever since she passed, ANY time I would see a butterfly, I couldn’t help but think of her.  Every single time. I would always think that she was just fluttering through…checking on me and making sure all was well.  To this day, I still think of her when I see one.  Which is why I chose to include a butterfly in my story.  The beautiful butterfly.

One day, when finishing my edits outside…I walked away from my computer to help my neighbor.  When I came back, there it was on my keyboard.  And I just smiled. Because I knew at that moment, she was proud of me and she approved of my book.  And for those who might not believe me…


So right then…I decided to add a butterfly to my cover. It’s very small, but I think it’s perfect…

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I hope you all like the new cover. And I am excited to share it with you. My readers. I hope that you all enjoyed the book. Please feel free to contact me anytime…with questions, with thoughts, anything. I owe you all everything…and I want to always be there for you! Again, thank you for sharing in this journey with me. You all mean more to me than you could ever imagine.

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Merry Christmas to all…and to all…Stay up until 2:00 no matter how much we threaten that Santa won’t come…

Wow…what an amazing year. So much has happened over the last couple of months, it’s been kinda overwhelming. But I’ll tell ya, I’ve made some amazing friends. I am so lucky to have met the most amazing women, who are truly good people, with beautiful hearts. I’m so blessed.

With the holidays coming up, I feel as though I should share some of the lessons I have learned over this last year. So, here goes:

1. You are never, ever to old to start living your dream. Remember that. When something calls to your soul, you have been given a gift. Follow it. So many people have a gift, a talent, something that they love to do. Don’t be afraid to explore that gift. Life’s too short. And you don’t want to end up one day regretting that you didn’t follow your heart.

2. Surround yourself with good people. Don’t let negative, mean, nasty people bring you down. Keep those around you who will support you, protect you, love you, and believe in you. And do the same for them. Those relationships will get your through the hardest times in your life. Hold onto to them.

3. Establish priorities. This one has been very difficult for me. I have found myself stretched extremely thin this year, juggling a full-time job, trying to be a good mother and wife, writing and promoting a book, keeping my house clean-or not so clean. There is so much I feel I need to do. I have broken down in tears, knowing that something will have to give. And I know this year will be full of difficult choices. But I refuse to let my family fall on my priority list. I won’t let it happen. And neither should you. Remember, family first. Always.

4. LET YOUR HUSBAND HELP!!!! This one is the MOST problematic for me. I am a control freak. Yes, I know. Who knew. But I am. And I find myself frustrated with my husband because he can’t read my mind. I totally love the line from The Break-up. The one where she says, “I want you to want to do the dishes.” I think every woman who has seen that movie knows what she meant. But unfortunately, men just don’t get it. Seriously. No man understands that line. I have learned this last year instead of being angry that my husband doesn’t get that things need to be done…that I walk into the house and want to turn my ass right back around because I am so overwhelmed…I just need to let him help. I would be so upset with him when he didn’t take intiative and just help. But after 10 years, I have finally figured out that I just need to tell him what is bothering me and let him take care of it. Instead of doing it myself and being mad at him that he didn’t know it needed to be done. I think a lot of women struggle with this. We HAVE to let them help, and unfortunately, that means sometimes we have to tell them what we want. Eh, they’re men. They always need us to tell them what to do.

5. Take time for yourself. Every woman who manages a household burns out. Women that work, women that stay home, all of them. Make sure to take time for yourself to recharge. You need it. Your kids need it. Your husband needs it. So take it. It works wonders.

Well…that’s it for now. I hope some of you can relate to what I have written today.


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Teaser Alert!

“Ha. Ha. Ha. Get over here and entertain me, damn it.”

“Will do. I’ll be there in ten. Wear something comfortable,” he adds mysteriously and hangs up.

Jeez – if this were a real live date I’d be pissed. No wonder he doesn’t date anyone. Ten minutes to get ready. Seriously?

I jump up out of my seat, catching it before it falls backwards onto the kitchen floor, and make a mad dash to the bedroom. I throw on my yoga pants, the ones that make my ass look good, not that it matters, my favorite purple tank top which reads “National Sarcasm Society: Like We Need Your Support”, Harlow and I made it together, and my black blinged out flip flops, because every woman needs a little bling every now and then. I brush out my hair and put it in a ponytail, ahh…how I’ve missed you ponytail, and throw on my NY Yankees baseball hat. I add a bit of mascara and some lip gloss to my face and poof…I’m done. Giving myself a last appraisal in mirror, I’m satisfied with the outcome of my appearance.

Ha! Take that Blake Morgan with your ten minute ready requirement.

Walking into the living room, I hear the rumble of his motorcycle coming up my driveway. I open the door and watch him get off his bike. He removes his sunglasses and shakes out his windblown hair, which of course looks sexy as hell. The ends of his hair turn up around his ears and fall to the collar of his very well fitting v-neck black t-shirt. His blue jeans, frayed at the bottom, just barely drag the ground over his black boots.


He turns around to take the keys out of his ignition and my breath hitches as I drop my glance and note (privately of course) that his bottom looks very nice in those jeans. Very nice indeed. Turning around to face me, he gives me a sexy lop-sided grin while he tucks the sunglasses into the front of his shirt so they hang from the “V” and runs his hand through his hair.

I try to swallow, but my throat is really dry…probably because I have been watching him with my mouth wide open. I immediately start to cough.

“You okay, Alex?” he asks with a knowing smile.

“Yeah,” I say, trying to breathe through my coughing attack. “I think I swallowed a gnat. Gross. I’m gonna go get some water. Come on in.” I whip around and head into the house as fast as I can so he won’t be able to see that my face has turned a new shade of red. So embarrassing.


Dirt and Tiny Toys

So, I decided to clean a little on this lovely Friday night while my wonderful husband took the kiddos away for a while.  I also decided to take a break 2 minutes in to discuss a couple of things…quite possibly because I’m extremely unmotivated to clean. LOL! And this is why…

Dirt.  Dust.  What the hell and where does it come from?!??!? I don’t get it.  I just dusted on Wednesday and there is a layer so thick on my entertainment center I can write my name.  And I did.  Twice.   Just for the fun of it.

I just swept, but evidently there are little dirt elves that run around my house at night while I’m peacefully sleeping placing unnoticeable amounts of dirt all over my floor.  Because I don’t see it at all.  But when I sweep, there is a mound of debris as tall as I am once I’m finished.  Okay, not really. But still…I find this very frustrating.  

Okay…so I have swept and dusted. Check.  Then I enter my bedroom.

 My children are human tornadoes.  Literally.  I can leave them alone for five seconds in there and the room…completely demolished. So much so, that I’m considering hiring them out as a demolition team.  And I should, because they are freaking expensive and I’m keeping a tab.  Anyway…back to the room…

It’s quite ridiculous.  I leave them alone, to play, and I smile as I’m in the other room…listening to them giggle and have fun.  I think, “Ohhhhh, it’s so nice.  They’re all getting along for a change. I love that.”  Okay…I’m an IDIOT.  Because when I walk into the room, I figure out they aren’t laughing because they’re bonding, or because they have discovered a new found love for each other…no….they are laughing because they have completely torn the room apart.  Stuffed animals on the ceiling fan, pillows used to make forts, blankets used for zig lines, popcorn ALL over the floor because my middle child shoves it in her mouth like she hasn’t eaten in a decade (she’s 7 by the way)…all of this is the source of their happiness.  I walk into the room and I can only say one thing…”Why?”  Why?  I don’t understand.  When I ask them who did it, all I get are batting eyelashes and innocent smiles.  Seriously considering a nanny cam. But why clean it then, I’ll leave it for Friday night…

While cleaning up popcorn from the floor, I notice something else.  Tiny toys.  Everywhere.  Tiny “Victorious” microphone, tiny rabbit dude from “The Rise Of The Guardians”…whose bow and arrow thingy doesn’t work, because I tried it out. Tiny little Polly Pockets that I REALLY hate because the clothes are virtually impossible to get on, tiny Green Lantern guys because the high school empolyee at McDonald’s doesn’t hear me when I tell him I have GIRLS at the drive-thru…which is unfortunate because then I have to listen to them cry the WHOLE WAY HOME because they wanted the tiny My Little Ponies.  But they keep them anyway… 

Yeah, a bunch of tiny tiny toys that serve only one purpose.  I really think my children strategically place them so I have no choice but to step on them in the middle of the night on my way to the bathroom.  But when I step on them, do I actually pick them up?  No.  I curse them and then kick them to the side…only to step on them again when I’m coming back from the bathroom.  I hate them.  And I kinda hate happy meals. 

Anyway…this is my little rant for the evening.  I hope at least someone found it humorous…because then I can feel better about the dirt and tiny toys that seem to have taken over my house!