I admit. I’ve cheated. Not all the books I’ve read have I actually read. Some of them I’ve listened to as I’ve toured the state of Texas, running from one crisis to the next.

My most recent audiobook was Debbie Macomber’s The Matchmakers. Here’s an extended version of my Goodreads review:

The Matchmakers by Debbie Macomber

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Debbie Macomber can pump passion into a kiss like nobody else. The fireworks between single mom, Dori Robertson, and single dad/former pro-football player, Gavin Parker, threatened to set my car afire as I listened to the CD.

And it all started because Dori’s kid said, “I think it’s time you found me another dad.”

Or maybe it started when Dori about ran Gavin off the road. Pick a place. Either is good.

The only thing that bugged me–and only mildly at that–was not having enough of Gavin’s past revealed to explain why he was such an arrogant jerk at times. He issues the order, “Don’t fall in love with me,” does everything he can to make it happen, then gets mad at Dori when she does. I would’ve liked a bit more insight into his character.

Still, this was a terrific romance and well worth the read–er, listen.

(See all my reviews.)

Which brings me to my point. I don’t save the CDs like I do the books, so this one’s up for grabs, along with Terri Blackstock’s Predator.

Let me tell you about Predator! This novel is proof positive that profanity isn’t necessary to make bad guys evil. In this one, Krista Carmichael’s fourteen-year-old sister is murdered by an online predator, and Krista takes it upon herself to find the pervert. She meets Ryan Adkins, founder of the social network Krista’s sister belonged to.

Krista and Ryan team up, but “when hunters pursue a hunter, the tables can easily turn.”

This one will make want to you lock up your Facebook page and restrict access from everyone who doesn’t know the secret handshake and your great-grandmother’s firstborn’s middle name. As a thriller author, Blackstock can hold her own against her secular counterparts, Finder, Gardner, and Hoag, among others. And you won’t have to blush over the language.

These two CDs are available to anyone who ones them. It would save me mailing cost if someone wanted both. If too many folks want them, I have to draw names. If it comes to that, I’ll let the winner know next Friday.

Meanwhile, think about me. Texas heat. Outdoor festival. Scents of fried whatevers on a stick tempting me away from my diet.

Aw, who am I kiddin’? It’s gonna be great!!!