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Saturday, June 13, 2015


Pete Sebastian, Coach, is up for preorder. It doesn't release until next Friday. So I'm going to post snippets, teasers, and a bit of profile here, on my blog, until the Coach can make his appearance. 

I hope you'll join me for a few sneak peeks. Here's one for today:

Pete tried to throw it off, but Jo Parker had been bugging him for days. She was such perfection that he was curious to see where the cracks were. Nobody is that buttoned up. Every day, she’d show up in another colorful outfit, hugging her sumptuous body, teasing him. And he’d notice every curve, every hill and valley, his appetite for her growing.

Still, he kept his distance. Pete was a professional too and not about to start a ruckus because he couldn’t keep it in his pants. There had been enough of those kinds of incidents involving the team. No way was he about to make the same mistake.

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Friday, June 12, 2015



   Pete Sebastian, known affectionately as "Coach Bass", steps up to take the 20 question quiz. Find out a bit about who he is.

    1.     Chocolate or vanilla? Chocolate, or course. 

    2.     Airplane or train?    Airplane. I hate to waste time.

    3.     Walking or driving? Running. Was that an option?

    4.     Red or Blue?              Blue, a boy color.

    5.     Country or Rock?     Country.

    6.     Dog or cat?                 Pug, funniest dog ever. Did you know                                                 they snore? 

    7.     Lemonade or Iced Tea?  Lemonade with a shot of vodka.

    8.     Vodka or Whiskey?    Vodka. So versatile.

    9.     Mounds or Almond Joy? What? You don’t expect me to                                                        answer that in public, do you?

    10.   Action movies or Thrillers? In the bedroom or in life?                                                                 Action. I’m a man of action.                                                             Just ask the ladies.

    11.   Men – brunette or blond?    Light brown, actually.

    12.   Women – brunette, blonde or redhead? Blonde, about five                                                           three, nice rack.

    13.    Steak or lobster?  Steak – cooked on the grill.

    14.    French fries or Salad? Fries, I’m not playing anymore.                                                     Don’t have to keep my weight down.

    15.    Pistachios or Peanuts?  Pistachios. Never liked peanuts.

    16.    Beer or Wine? Beer. Ice cold. I’m getting thirsty.

    17.    Beach or Mountains? Beach. Hell I live right on the water. Doesn’t get better than that. The sounds of the waves crashing while you’re in bed. You get the picture, right?

   18.    Oatmeal or scrambled eggs? Chocolate chip pancakes.

   19.    Sausage or Bacon? Bacon. Goes better with chocolate.

20.    Pretty or Witty? Both – smart. Gotta be smart and love football. Sexy wouldn’t hurt. Wait. Maybe that should go first? Nah. Smart first.


Pete Sebastian, Coach Bass to his team, thought he had his life under control until smart, alluring Jo Parker sashayed into a front office job with the Connecticut Kings. He locks horns with the beautiful female when she implements new ideas to clean-up the team’s rep. Was she there just to push him around or was she the one woman he’s been seeking?

Struggling toward success in the man’s-man world of the NFL, Jo Parker has relied on her brains and determination to get ahead. But her new job at the Kings has one hurdle she hadn’t counted on – a sexy coach standing in her way. How can she kept her mind on her job when all she wants is to get closer, much closer, to the coach?

Can Coach Bass handle a woman in the boardroom and bedroom? Can he keep his heart safe or will the revelation of a secret destroy his dreams, leaving him alone once more?


Monday, June 8, 2015

Welcome! This week's word prompt is "boredom." I'm continuing with Maggie's Story. Thanks for coming. Click on the link below to return to the great Tuesday Tales writers.

Maggie stared out the window facing Park Avenue. It was Wednesday night before Thanksgiving and the traffic was bumper to bumper. A slight drizzle fell, coating the window. The temperature was forty and a winterish wind slipped  through the cracks in the old windows, making her shiver. She put the kettle on for another cup of tea.
Her thoughts turned to her husband, John, who was navigating his way through the dense clutch of cars, bringing Mr. Roberts home from a meeting downtown. She checked her watch. Won’t be home for another half hour, most likely.
She perused her list one more time. Everything for tomorrow’s celebration that could be prepared ahead was ready. Anne had ordered Chinese food for tonight’s dinner to give Maggie a break.
The whistling of the kettle drew the cook’s attention. She perched on a stool and sipped.  It’s five years now. Five years married. No baby. She sighed and finished her tea.
John entered the kitchen and stopped to kiss his wife.
“Beastly out there. This damned American holiday. Messes up every avenue and street,” he muttered.
While she loved John even more than when they had first married, boredom with her life had set in. The only bright spot came running into the kitchen.
“I’m hungry, Maggie,” said little Penn.
The six year old trained his beautiful, expectant blue eyes on her and she melted. Reaching into the fridge, she plucked out a stick of string cheese.
“Now you’ve got to promise to eat your supper, my boy,” she said, waving the cheese wand in front of him.
He nodded and she let him grab the stick. He shot a brilliant grin at her. “Thank you,” the little boy said.
She ruffled his hair before he raced out as fast as he’d come.
“Little bloke knows just how to get what he wants from you,” John observed, sipping the cup of Earl Grey Maggie had made for him.
“Damn right. He’s not stupid, that one. Smart as a whip. Gonna do big things one day, like his father.” She smiled with pride.
“He’s not yours, you know.”
“Yes, he is. He’s ours as much as he’s theirs.”
John put his arm around his wife. “I hope you know that isn’t true.”
“Maybe not legally, but in here,” she said, pounding in her chest, “in here, he is.”
“Some day…”
But Maggie pushed away from him. “Stop it!”
“Some day we’ll have our own.”
Maggie put her hand over his mouth. “Stop sayin’ that. Ain’t gonna happen. There ain’t gonna be a some day. We’ve been tryin’ for three years, John. Ain’t happened yet and ain’t gonna.”
She slipped into his embrace. They stood in silence, clinging to each other.
“Still, we’ve much to be thankful for, Maggie.”
“That we do.”
“I hope you don’t mind if I keep on trying?”
“You’d better! As long as you’re doin’ it for the fun of tryin’ and stop askin’ me if it took.”
“Agreed, lassie,” he whispered.