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Monday, August 22, 2016


Welcome! Thanks for stopping by. Yes, we are continuing Maggie's Story again this week. Don't forget to click on the link below to read the excellent Tuesday Tales stories. 


     John knocked on Maggie’s door before opening it. Her small valise was on the bed.
“Should I take this apron? Me mum gave it to me.  Kinda worn, though.” She flipped it over, perusing each side. “Stained a bit, too.”
     John put his hand over hers. “Stop, Maggie. You don’t have to leave. You’re not fired.”
     “No? Just humiliated, then. Good reason to go.” She continued to pack her few possessions.
     “They know we’re doin’ it.”
     “How would you feel if we were married?”
     “Married? You marry me? Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?”
     “I’ve never been a fan of that phrase,” he said. “What happened to you? You’re too young to be so bitter?”
     “None of your business. Now, please move. I’ve got a lot to do. Don’t suppose I can get a reference.” She shook her head, then laughed once. “I can see it now. ‘Cooks real good and shags the butler.’”
      “Stop it!” He grabbed her, forcing her into his embrace. She shuddered, then broke down.
     “I’m ruined. Ruined back home. Now ruined here, too,” she sobbed into his chest.
     John stroked her back. “Now, now. It’s not as black as you’re paintin’.”
     She quieted down but stayed in his arms.
     “Marry me, Maggie. I’m insane over you. Please. Never met a girl like you.”
     “You’re just sayin’ that. Did the Mister tell ya to?”
     “Okay, he did say it might be a good idea. Pave the way with the Missus a bit.”
     She pushed away from him.
     “See? It’s not real.”
     John dropped to one knee. “I’m savin’ up for a ring, darlin’. Marry me, Maggie. I love you with all my heart.”
     “Get up, John. You’ll be ruinin’ your pants.”
     He rose and took her hand. When she wouldn’t look at him, he tipped her chin up.
     “Say you don’t love me, sweetheart, and I’ll help you find a new place.”
     She cast her gaze to the floor. “What difference does it make what I feel?”
     “Say it!”
     She shifted her weight, her eyes still focused on her feet.
     “Say it!” He gave her a little shake.
     “You can’t say it because it isn’t true.”
     “So I love you. So what?”
     “Marry me and make me the happiest man in New York City.”
     She laughed.  “You’re such a charmer, John Eldridge.”
     “You will, then?”
     “If you really want me to.”
     “I do, my girl, I do.”
     Her eyes watered as she lifted them to meet his.  
     “You won’t regret it,” he whispered.
     “I’d better not!”

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Wednesday, August 17, 2016


A bit about the book:
 Venom defensive coach Dot "The Shadow" West has made a nice life for herself. She's found a new position on an up-and-coming women's professional hockey team, her daughter is thriving, she gets along well with her fellow coaches and her players admire and respect her. She's proud to have accomplished so much by herself. Everything is running smoothly in her life with no help from anyone, thank you very much.

Sadly, there's one annoying glitch in Dot's new life, and it's in the form of good-looking Theo Grier, former Wildcat goalie and co-host of a controversial sports talk radio show based in Philadelphia, home of the Venom. When Dot loses her cool and calls in to spar with Theo on the air her structured and solitary existence takes a sudden unexpected turn. Before she can hip check the smug fool out of her life she somehow ends up working with him on a new talk radio sports program.

Can she defend her heart against the unwanted feelings Theo is stirring up? Or will she continue to guard herself, and her past decisions, against the offensive moves being made by the ex-goalie? The only man to ignite her passions - and ire - in years?

"Security lets you down here?" I asked.
"I'm an old 'Cat. They love me down here," he informed me. I walked past him and began to pull on a mitten. "I thought maybe we could grab a cup of coffee and discuss the show next Monday." That made me pause for a scant moment but just for a moment. I kept walking and dressing. Theo caught up to me with ease. His legs were as long as a thoroughbred's. "Did you hear me?"
"Yes, I heard you. I then chose to ignore you." I wrapped a red and black scarf around my neck, nodded at Eddie the security guard stationed by the staff/players entrance, and then stepped out into a freezing cold Philadelphia night.
"You plan on treating me this coldly forever?" Theo asked as I slid past him. If he thought holding the door open for me would chill me out, he was sorely mistaken.
"Probably," I said with my eyes locked on my blue Honda Pilot. "My grandmother always said that the best way to deal with a wart was to freeze it."
"Ouch," Theo chuckled while keeping up with my pace easily. Each breath out clouded in front of my face. "I hope I'm just a finger wart and not an anal wart."
"Oh, you're an anal wart. One of the biggest ones that I have ever had the misfortune to encounter," I parried as my Honda got closer and closer. Theo jumped ahead of me to bar my path. I gave him a lethal glare. He smiled and held out his hand. I eyed it warily as if it were an asp ready to strike.
"Coach West, I think we need to start over," Theo said as his hand hung in the cold air. I raised my eyes from his big hand to his face. Then I gave him a strong "Please spare me" look. The man didn't have the sense to stop trying to be sexy. A gust right off an iceberg howled around the Houseman, lifting Theo's white scarf high into the air behind him. "It's a pleasure to meet you in person, Coach West. I'm Theo Grier, ex-goalie and world's largest walking anal wart."
I snorted and glanced up at the LED parking lot light wobbling overhead.
"Could that have been a smile I saw on 'The Shadow's' face?" Theo asked. I rolled my eyes then shook my head.
"It was a tiny sneeze."
"Right, a sneeze," he said with just a hint of skepticism. "Maybe you should shake my hand so you can get out of this nasty cold weather. A hot cup of coffee at the Black Boar Bar & Grill might be just what you need to help thaw out, Coach West."
"For your information, Mr. Grier, I do not need to thaw out. I'm quite comfortable, toasty warm, hot even," I replied keeping my arms crossed over my chest.
"Yes, that you are," Theo said in a vibrating voice that had dropped just a smidgeon. There was something about his voice, the way he held himself, and that damned large hand of his still waiting for mine that made me feel a trifle too warm inside my coat.
"Flattery will get you nowhere, Mr. Grier." I pushed around him.
"How about honesty then," he said and then planted his massive self in front of me once again.
"You're persistent, I'll give you that," I sighed.
"When I see something I want, I go after it."
"And you want me?" I asked.
"Yeah, I want you to shake my hand and join me for coffee," he countered smoothly. I studied his face then with a huff extended my hand, all toasty warm in my mitten, to him. His fingers curled around mine, making my hand glow like a red coal in a fire pit. We shook slowly, one could have said sensuously, but handshakes with mittens blocking the skin-to-skin can't be sensual, can they?

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Gone Writing Publishing Backlist Books and Upcoming Releases
Pink Pucks & Power Plays (Book One of the To Love a Wildcat Series)
A Most Unlikely Countess (Book Two of the To Love a Wildcat Series)
O Captain! My Captain! (Book Three of the To Love a Wildcat Series)
Reality Check (Book Four of the To Love a Wildcat Series)
Language of Love (Book Five of the To Love a Wildcat Series)
Final Shifts (Book Six of the To Love a Wildcat Series)
Clean Sweep (Book One of the Venom Series)
Twirly Girl (Book Two of the Venom Series)
Tape to Tape (Book Three of the Venom Series)

Coming Nov. 16…Roster Addition (a To Love a Wildcat hockey romance novella)

Torquere Press Backlist and Upcoming Releases
Two Guys Walk Into an Apocalypse (Part of the He Loves Me For My Brainssss anthology)
Two Guys Walk Into an Apocalypse 2: It Came From Birmingham
Two Guys Walk Into an Apocalypse 3: He's a Lumberjack and He`s Undead
Love of the Hunter
Goaltender`s Penalty
All I Want for Christmas - A Toms & Tabbies Tale
Early to Rise - A Toms & Tabbies Tale
 Every Sunday at One (Part of the 2013 Charity Sip Anthology)
 Night of the Jackal
An Erie Halloween
An Erie Operetta
An Erie Garden Party
Back to the Garden (Also part of the Mythologically Torqued Anthology)

Ellora`s Cave Backlist and Upcoming Releases
Bound, Boarded and Bagged
Two Man Advantage
Game Misconduct
Full Strength
Shutdown Pair
Long Change

Independent Releases
Coming October 5, 2016…On Broadway (part of the Changing on the Fly M/M hockey romance charity novella)
Coming Dec. 20, 2016…Holly & Hockey Boots (a gay erotic holiday hockey romance)


Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Tuesday Tales - Word Prompt "Gray" - Maggie's Story continues...

Welcome! Thank you for stopping by. Maggie's Story continues this week. Last week she and John were caught in bed by Mr. Roberts, their employer. Will he fire them? Read on and find out.


            Maggie’stomach s soured and she lost her appetite.
            “I can’t afford to lose my job,” she said over coffee at the kitchen table.
            “You won’t.” He took a sip.
            “How can you be so sure?”
            “They need us. We provide a nice life for them. They don’t have to lift a finger.”
            “Help is cheap.”
            “Not good help. Besides, we could go to work lots of other places.”
            “As a team. Probably get more money, too,” he sniffed.
            Maggie liked working for Mr. and Mrs. Roberts.  But she’d never give up John, just because her employer caught them in bed together.
            “So you’re sayin’ you’d leave if I got fired? These things are always the girl’s fault.”
            John took her hand. “You’re my life, Maggie.”
            “Pish, tush, John Elderidge! Stop your sweet talkin’.” She fiddled with the hem of her gray apron.
            “You don’t believe me? I’ll bet the Mister calls me in as soon as they get back. It’ll be okay. You’ll see.”
            He leaned over to kiss her. Maggie wanted to believe him, but the last time someone said they’d fix things for her, it hadn’t turned out well. She figured she’d always be on her own.

The couple worked readying the apartment for the Roberts’ return. Exhausted, Maggie went to bed early. John picked them up at the airport. He noticed a slight difference in the Mister’s attitude. After John carried the bags into the bedroom, Mr. Roberts called him into the study.
            “Drink, sir?”
            “A shot of brandy, John. Why don’t you join me?”
     The manservant swallowed, being offered a drink with the master was not a good sign. He’d heard from others that it meant termination. John poured with a shaky hand. He placed one glass on the end table next to the leather wing chair.
            “Sit, John,” he said, closing his fingers around the glass. The servant did as he was told and took a healthy gulp of his drink, steeling himself. Mr. Roberts cleared his throat.
            “Mrs. Roberts and I talked about you and Maggie,” he said, pausing for another sip.
            John’s nerves kicked up. He’d never been sacked before.
            “Yes, sir?”
            “Well, we think. Wait. Weren’t you dating some other young woman?”
            “I was, sir. But I prefer Maggie.”
            “I see,” he said, nodding. “You have good taste. The only thing is, well, we don’t want a steady stream of women in and out of the apartment, if you get my drift.”
            “I do, sir. And there won’t be.”
            “Maggie’s it? The one?”
            “Yes, sir.”
            “And does she feel the same?”
            “I think so, sir.”
            Mr. Roberts grinned. “That’s what we’d hoped you’d say.”
            “Thank you, sir.” Relief washed through John.
            The men finished their drinks and retired to their rooms. Now John had to get Maggie to agree to marry him. And quickly.

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Monday, August 8, 2016

Welcome! Thanks for coming. We're back to Maggie's story this week and the word prompt is "catch." 


Maggie rolled over in bed, turning her back to John. His warm hand touched her bare skin, making her smile. It was Sunday and they were both off for the afternoon. The Mister was heading to the airport to catch a plane to Chicago for business and the Missus and little Penn were to visit her mother in Westchester. John would drive each to their destination, but after that, his day was free. Maggie was off duty after breakfast.
“What do you want to do today, milady?” John asked.
“Stay in bed and have the Queen serve me breakfast.”
“It’s a bit late for me to ask Her Ladyship. But please stay here a while,” he said, closing his arms around her.  She pushed back against his chest, and snuggled down in the blankets.
A sharp rap on the door was followed by it being opened.
“John! Maggie! Oh my God! What are you doing?”
Maggie pulled the blankets to her chin and sank lower until only her eyes were visible.
“You two? In bed together? I didn’t think you even liked each other.”
John cleared his throat. “I guess you were a bit wrong there, Sir.”
“I guess so. Does the Missus know about this?”
“I doubt it,” John said, reaching for his bathrobe.
“Really, John. I don’t know what to make of, of you. And you, Maggie?” Mr. Roberts shook his head.
“I’m over twenty-one and not married, Sir.”
“I know, but, well, it’s so unsuspected.”
“Please Sir, a moment? I’d like to get dressed.”
“Yes, of course. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have barged in, it’s just that I’m forced to take an earlier plane. I never thought. Well, I’m surprised. You know what I mean. I’ll be outside.”
He gestured with his hands, then closed the door.
John threw down the covers and jumped into his clothes as fast as possible.
“John, do you think we’ll get sacked for this?” Maggie’s brows knitted.
“I sure hope not, darlin’. Who’d a thought he’d catch us together?”
“I feel like a teenager caught getting’ it on in the backseat of a car.”
John chuckled. “Don’t worry, Maggie. We’re together and that’s all that matters.”
“I don’t fancy being together on the unemployment line,” she sniffed.

He leaned down to kiss her and was off.   


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Wednesday, August 3, 2016

OVERTIME, the Final Touchdown -- book 8 in the First & Ten series #nfl #football

The final book in the First & Ten series is here -- OVERTIME, the Final Touchdown. Here's a bit about the books:

What happens after the last concussion? How long does an engagement last without turning into marriage?  Is an unplanned pregnancy a dream come true or a nightmare? Real life takes over for the Connecticut Kings when the football season ends. 

Catch the “play-by-play” for each Kings’ player in this book, the final in the series. With a chapter for each team member, and a few surprises thrown in, you’ll be on the edge of your seat, but satisfied when the final whistle blows. No First & Ten book would be complete without an action scene. But can you guess who’s playing? Read Overtime,the Final Touchdown, and find out. 

With a different chapter for each couple, here are a couple of snippets. First, Harley:

He removed his hand, ripped her panties down and off, and bounded from the bed. He shed his boxers in an instant. Latching on to her ankle, he pulled her to the edge of the mattress, scooped her up in his arms, and headed for the door.
“What? What?”
“Time for a swim.”
“Oh, no! You’re not? Harley? No, No…,” she screamed, as he tossed her in the pool.
Leaping in, he knifed into the water next to her. She came up sputtering. Once she had her breath, he was on her, kissing her, pulling her body to his.
“This…this is why we’re here?” she managed when he came up for air.
He nodded. “The most romantic thing I could think of.”
“It’s like that night. Our last night together on the show—in the hot tub. That was so romantic.”

From Pete Sebastian's story:

The slamming of the car door alerted Jo to Pete’s return. A blast of cold air mixed with his energy hit her as he banged through the front door and barreled into the house.
“They were having a sale, so I got Butch all three sizes. Wait ’til you see!” Pete sported a wide grin as he set down a large shopping bag. “Where is the little slugger?”
“Napping. Keep it down. He’s got another half hour to go.”
Her husband nodded as he ripped the bag open. He pulled out the tiniest baseball glove she’d ever seen, then one larger, then one bigger than that. She counted four gloves and uniforms in sizes from eighteen months through 4T.
“What the hell?” She looked askance at Pete.
“I know. Baseball. But that’s what’s in season now. Don’t worry,” he said, raising his hand. “I’ll get the same stuff in football in September.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
He raised questioning eyes to his wife.
“I mean, so much sports stuff? What if he’s a scholar instead of an athlete?”
Pete burst out laughing. “Honestly, Jo. You crack me up. Look at his hands. Huge. Long legs too. Definitely quarterback material.”
She chuckled while she carted the clothing to the laundry room. She always washed all of her son Trevor’s outfits before he wore them. She glanced at the receipt and shook her head. It pleased and scared her how much money Pete lavished on their child. But he was making a fantastic salary, so it wouldn’t put a dent in their life style, or Trevor’s college fund, either.
Pete had conceded on the name while she was in labor. He’d called it a “sissy name” and had taken to calling his son “Butch.” Jo was afraid the nickname would stick. Pete’s daughters, Alissa and Alexia, had picked it up too. Jo would have compromised on another dignified name, but “Butch” was not on her list.

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“Even better.” Carla licked her lips. “I’ll bet she has no idea you’re having sexual fantasies about her.”
“I’m not. It was an accident,” he hissed.
“Sure, sure. Keep telling yourself that. Wonder what she’d think if she knew?”
“Don’t, Carla. Please don’t. I’m begging you.” Griff reached for her arm, but she shook him off.
Buddy faced the quarterback. “What the hell did you do?”
“You don’t wanna know.”
“Oh no. You didn’t?” His eyebrows rose.
Griff nodded. “Guilty.”
“Whoa, stand back, Tony. There’s gonna be some fireworks in a minute.” Buddy pushed Hastings to the wall.
“You wouldn’t be lying, now, would ya?” Carla asked, directing her stare at Buddy.
“See for yourself.” He gestured to the brunette at the corner table.
“Lauren!” Carla cupped her hands and yelled.
Lauren stood up, turning to face them.
“You Lauren?”
“Please, please, Carla. I’m sorry, so sorry,” Griff whispered. “Don’t do this.”

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