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Monday, July 21, 2014

TUESDAY TALES - BLOOM

Welcome! This week Tuesday Tales word prompt is "bloom". I'm taking you back to Griff Montgomery's story in the First & Ten series. Seems as if Griff has found a woman he wants who doesn't want him. So he's asking his sister, who moved to San Francisco, for help.
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“I’ve met someone,” Griff said into the phone to his sister, Kathy.
“Fantastic! Who is she?”
“She’s not exactly interested in me. In fact, she’s barely speaking to me.”
“What did you do?” The irritation in her voice was palpable.
“Nothing. She said pro football guys are man-whores.”
“That’s kinda true, isn’t it?”
“Maybe. At one time. Okay, it was. Back in the day. But not now.”
“You’ll have to prove it.”
“How the hell do I do that? Become a monk?”
Kathy laughed. “Like that’s even possible.”
“Looking for some suggestions here.”
“You’ve got to build her trust. Be nice to her.” 
“I am.”
“Without expecting something back. Trust doesn’t happen in five minutes after one good deed. You’ve got to sew the seeds.”
“Sew the seeds? Have you become a writer?”
“Do you want my advice or do you want to smart-mouth me?”
“Okay, okay. Sew the seeds.”
“Then shine on them, surround them with warmth. And they’ll bloom.”
“You’ve taken up gardening?”
“I’m hanging up, asshole.”
“No, no. Wait, Kathy. I’m sorry.”
“Kill her with kindness with no expectations.”
“And love will bloom?”
“Love, eh? You’re interested in love?”
Griff realized he’d admitted too much. “Thanks for the help. Gotta go.” He hung up his cell and sank down on a bench in the park. He wiped off the sweat on his face from running and sat back.
 He’d never hung around long enough to let anything bloom with the women he’d bedded. The closest he came was the chick in Los Angeles. Because of the time difference, the team always arrived early. He’d spend two nights with Angela instead of one.
He found her talk of celebrities and clothes totally boring, and always left, glad to return home. His sister, a stay-at-home-mom was more interesting than sexy Angela who could give a good blow job, but never read a newspaper. Sew the seeds. Where do I start? He opened his phone as he headed back.
“Lauren, how would you like Kathy’s season box seats? Yeah. Two. You can bring your brother, too. What? How much? Nothing. A gift. You’re welcome.”
He placed the phone in the back pocket of his shorts and grinned. Seed one, sown. He broke into a loping gait and ran home.


Monday, July 14, 2014

TUESDAY TALES - PICTURE PROMPT

Welcome! This week's picture prompt continues the story of Pete "Coach Bass" Sebastian, head coach for the Connecticut Kings. 
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Pete Sebastian worked late more nights than not. Viewing tapes of his players and other teams, some over and over again. He had no reason to go home. It was late on Thursday, ten days before training camp. He rubbed the back of his neck and stepped outside to get some air. He was surprised to find Jo Parker there, staring up at the moon until he startled her.

“Sorry. Didn’t expect to find you here,” he said, standing beside her.

“Writing releases. Seems days are nothing but phone calls.”
 He smiled down at her beautiful face, kissed by the moonlight. Her hair glowed. Jo moistened her lips, drawing his gaze. The Coach’s body reacted. He leaned down and brushed his lips against hers. The gentle touch was quick, but delicious. Heat flooded his face. What are you doing?
“I didn’t mean to take advantage.
Sorry.” He shifted his weight, and looked down.
Jo stayed close. “No offense taken. Seemed kind of right, with that gorgeous moon and the warm night.”
“I know you’re Devon Drake’s girl.”
“Girl?” She laughed. “I’m nobody’s girl.”
“Oh? Damn...I mean. I hope I didn’t insult you by calling you a girl.” He raised his eyebrows.
“Nope. Not at all. I expect that from guys like you.”
“Guys like me?”
“Yep, chauvinists, athletes, all the same, isn’t it?”
Pete straightened up. “I’m no chauvinist. I have two daughters.”
She cocked her head. “Really?”
They stood in awkward silence for a moment. Jo cleared her throat.
“I don’t belong to anyone. I play the field. I have no intention of settling down,” Jo said.
 Pete narrowed his eyes.  
“You sure about that?”
“You gonna change my mind?” She shot him a skeptical look.
“I just might surprise you,” he chuckled.
Jo slipped her hand in his. “Might be fun if you tried.”
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Friday, July 11, 2014

SECRET CRAVINGS BACKLIST BLOG HOP!


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Here are a few sexy snippets:

As she was about to look away, he turned toward her and their eyes met again. This time he smiled warmly at her.  She blushed, looked away and left quickly mortified for him to see her showing an interest.

   He knew he shouldn’t stare at her chest and he tried, but when she came into his office wearing a low-cut blouse and bent over to put papers on his desk, he was mesmerized. He looked away before she noticed, he thought, but sometimes it was a close call. Still he felt she had a painful secret. While her beauty drew him, her quiet pain made him cautious.  
A bit about the book
  Callie Richards was no stranger to heartache. Her parents were killed when she was sixteen. Left with her older sister, she fell into a romance with good-looking, Kyle Maine. They became engaged and Callie’s future was set until he was killed in Iraq. Two years later, she pulls herself together to get her Master’s degree at Kensington State University. Broke, and alone, she restarts her life on her own.
   Mac Caldwell, Dean of Students at Kensington State, has made plenty of mistakes. But his toddler son, Jason, wasn’t one of them. Divorced, alone, and unhappy, Mac is surprised when shy Callie Richards turns up as the new office assistant. Drawn to her sweetness, but cautious, he befriends her. Drugs on campus threaten her life as love creeps into her heart. Can their relationship survive a conniving ex-wife and a drug ring bent on revenge? 
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Monday, July 7, 2014

TUESDAY TALES -SUMMER

Welcome! This week the word prompt is "summer". We're back with Pete "Coach Bass" Sebastian from First & Ten --my new football romance series. 
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Restless on the warm summer night, Pete Sebastian wandered in to The Savage Beast. Saturday night was karaoke night at the bar. He knew Jo Parker had a date with Devon Drake and that they were headed there. His temper burned when he thought about Drake beating his time with the hot, new P.R. woman. He slipped into a seat in a dark corner in the back, ordered a beer, and checked his watch. 

Right on time. Why’s he always late for practice? Pete tried to separate his personal feelings about Jo from his professional attitude toward Devon Drake, an excellent running back and necessary to the team. Don’t piss him off, but don’t let him make time with her, either.
Pete took his time looking her over, unseen from his out-of-the-way spot. Her golden hair was freed from the bun she had worn at the office. It fell loose and free around her shoulders, the ends curling a little. His fingers itched to comb through the silken strands. She had shed her severe business suit for a soft, dark pink dress with a frilly ruffle at the sexy neckline. Her laugh carried across the room and her thousand-watt smile was trained on the young football player. Stop drooling. You’re over forty. Get a grip.

Pete cringed. The first singer was terrible. Then Devon took the mic and did This Guy’s In Love with You. He sang it to Jo, staring at her with lusty eyes. The back of Pete’s neck began to burn.
At ten o’clock, the couple stumbled out of the bar, arm-in-arm. Anger and jealousy bubbled up in Pete’s chest when he imagined their next destination –Drake’s bedroom. Pete headed home. Tomorrow it’s my turn. Look out, Drake. The master is about to make his play.
On Sunday, Pete dressed in his best casual clothes and slapped on Seduction, aftershave recommended by his daughter. He got behind the wheel of his car. Jo was ready when he rang her bell. She wore a tailored dress and her hair pulled back in a ponytail. Pete stuffed his disappointment down. What did you expect, asshole? The same sexy, low cut dress?
The Maitre d’ showed them to a quiet table near a big window facing the ocean. Pete tipped him handsomely. While he was perusing the menu, Jo opened her bag. He put it down, ready to suggest the lobster, when she pulled out a small pad and a pen.
“What exactly is this meeting about?” She asked, picking up the pen.
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