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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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