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Here's his 20 questions quiz:

BULLHORN BRODSKY TAKES THE 20 QUESTION QUIZ

   Chocolate or vanilla? 

Strawberry. I like to be different. 

.   Airplane or train?

Airplane. I hate to waste time.

.   Walking or driving?  

Running.

.   Red or Blue?  

Green. I like to be different, remember?

.   Country or Rock?

Country.

 Dog or cat?

Dogs. Big ones. Retrievers. 

.   Lemonade or Iced Tea?  

Girl stuff.  Beer or Scotch.

   Vodka or Whiskey?

Vodka. Straight.

.   Mounds or Almond Joy? 

Whose mounds? Samantha’s? All right!

   Action movies or Thrillers? 

Action all the way.

  Men – brunette or blond?

Neither. I don’t swing that way.

  Women – brunette, blonde or redhead? 

Brunette, like Sam.

  Steak or lobster?  

Both. Bring it on, I’m hungry!

  French fries or Salad? 

Is this a trick question? Fries, of course.

  Pistachios or Peanuts?  

Mcadamias. Different, remember?

   Beer or Wine? 

Beer. On tap.

   Beach or Mountains? 

Beach. Love to swim.

  Oatmeal or scrambled eggs? 

Eggs. Oatmeal? Mushy. Ugh.

   Sausage or Bacon? 

Both, with those scrambled eggs.

   Pretty or Witty? 

Smart & pretty, like Samantha. Sexy, too.

 A bit about the book:

­Sly “Bullhorn” Brodsky wished winning the heart of Samantha Drake was as easy as protecting his quarterback.

 A top offensive lineman in the NFL, Bull tried to live down his rep as a womanizer. Locker room chatter had elevated him to the level of “player” in more than football. But Samantha Drake, dark-haired, stunning sister of a teammate, didn’t want to have anything to do with him. Or did she?

On his best behavior, Bull pulled out all the stops to woo the reluctant beauty. He was making progress until a woman from his past reappeared. Tiffany, the one woman who broke his heart, is in trouble. Is Bull the only man who can help?

Samantha is overcoming her doubts about Bull until Tiffany arrives. Is the blonde really in hot water or does she just want another chance with the man she discarded?

Enjoy the return of your favorite First & Ten characters in this book, too. Surprises, twists, and football action scenes will keep you turning the pages. 

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Samantha Drake was quality. No slut, no easy chick, no woman to toy with. She was of the “bring ’em home to mom” variety. He was lucky to have her attention. How many bruisers like him ended up with classy women? None he knew of.

Maybe Bullhorn Brodsky, whose booming voice could be heard in the next county, and who could bring a three-hundred-pounder to his knees, had a shot at a relationship with this exceptional woman. Don’t blow it, Sly, he’d told himself a thousand times.

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“We don’t have to do this. I can take you home if you don’t want to be with me. I understand. Devon’s done a number on me with you. I get it. No hard feelings.”

He put on his turn signal and backed up, getting ready to make a U-turn when she put her hand on his arm.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that.”

“Do you want to be with me or not?” His eyes were hard. “Because I’m done fooling around with this bullshit.”

“Do you want to be with me?” A deep breath didn’t keep her voice from shaking.

“Of course. I thought I made that damn clear. How many different ways do I have to say it, show it?” He put the car in park.

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FIRST & TEN, THE SERIES

With all the terrible things happening on in France and around the world right now,  I thought it would be healing to remember the men who are our heroes, many in small, but unforgettable ways. 

So I'm reposting my blog on everyday heroes. I hope it gives you a smile and a memory of an encounter with an everyday hero in your life. 

EVERYDAY HEROES

Although we sometimes berate men for not communicating more, most men share their love by doing, not talking. Today I honor those men, the ones who help for the sake of helping...the men who do small unselfish acts everyday. 

Today is your day guys as I dedicate this blog to my everyday heroes, men I know and don't know who have touched my life in positive ways...you know who you are:
1) To the two gentlemen who stopped, briefly, to pick me up, one guy on each arm, when I slipped and fell at the bottom of the wet subway stairs on a rainy day.
2) To the man who stopped in the parking lot of Peck's grocery store in Narrowsburg. The second I put my hands under the hood of my car, he was there, asking me what was wrong and if I needed help. Then he proceeded to show me where to put in the wiper fluid, unscrewed the cap to the little tank and left before I even made eye contact!
3)  To all the men on the streets of New York who have stopped to pick up whatever I dropped before I even bent my knees. Klutz that I am, that number is huge.

4)  To my friend in the community who came down to the lake because I told him I was going there to swim by myself and he felt it was unsafe.
5)  To all the men on airplanes who, when seeing me with a large carry-on bag, stood up and put it in the overhead rack for me without even being asked. And also, to those who took it down when we landed.
6)  To the thousands upon thousands of men who have held doors open for me, allowing me to pass through first.
7)  To the two young men on line in the grocery store who offered their frequent buyer cards to me so I could get the discounts, too. 
8)  To the man who took the dead mouse out of my mousetrap and disposed of it for me. Yucky! And to the second man who did that, too.
9)  To all the young men in high school and college who politely took "no" for an answer and either still continued to date me or became my friend.
10) To all the men who got up to give me a seat on the bus or subway when I was pregnant.

11) To the men I met on countless vacations who danced with me, bought me a drink at the bar and didn't hit on me.
12) To the man who came to the emergency room with me on a first date, waited forever and held my hand while I got a tetanus shot. 
13) To my friend in West Africa who unselfishly shares his wealth of knowledge about international book marketing and encourages and supports me at every turn. Thanks, Mark, for helping me get published in China -- in Chinese!
14) To the man who took two hours out of his day to show me how to do my website for the price of a bagel.

15) To the two men who designed book covers for me just because they are my friends.
16) To the man who walked me home after dark when I ducked into a bar because someone was following me...and took "no" for an answer with charm and grace. 
17) To the man who drove me through a blinding snowstorm and back so I could bring a stray cat with an infected paw to the vet.
18) To Doug, our guest, who surprised me with a Tiramisu cake just because I had admired it in the bakery window. 

19) To the man who jumped into a Facebook group to defend me when several people attacked my opinion.
20) To all the chivalrous men who let me go first...from the checkout counter at the grocery store to the bread counter at Zabar's. 
21) To the unknown young man who gave me a lift 60 blocks up Madison Avenue to Mt. Sinai Hospital when the subway wasn't running and my father was in surgery.
22) To my two sons who travel to visit me, listen to me, laugh with me, and always end a phone conversation with "love you".
23) To DH who sometimes fixes things before I ask.

To all you everyday heroes, thank you. Thank you for all you've done and continue to do quietly without fanfare...and for the shy smile you give me when I acknowledge your help. Love you all!

Who are the everyday heroes in your life?

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TUESDAY TALES - TRUNK MAHONEY'S STORY

Due to the Tuesday Tales rules, I can't continue to share Bull's story with you because, I'm happy to say, his book has been published!! Only unpublished stories are allowed in Tuesday Tales.

I share with you a section from the next book in the First & Ten series, which is still being written. It's about the quarterback's wife, Lauren Montgomery. Her husband is playing a game in another city when she goes into labor. The one person available to ride through this terrifying experience with her is her husband's father, Hank. Only problem is that Hank wasn't very nice to her when he first met her. So she has been stand-offish, not trusting him. But what can she do now? She needs help and he's the only one around.


Monroe County Hospital, three o’clock

Hank was in the visitors lounge on the phone.

“She’s been up and at it for twelve hours. I don’t know how much more she can take.”

“Stay with her. The doctors’ll know what to do.”

“How’s Chip?”

“Awful. We had a hard day. He cried for his mom and was whiny for two hours. I thought I’d lose my mind. I took him outside, then we had lunch, then a nap. He was fine in the afternoon. We watched TV and had dinner. He’s asleep now. I’m pooped.”

“Lie down and rest.”

“You should get back to Lauren. She’s like a frightened doe.”

"Don’t worry. I won’t leave her. I’ll give you a progress report when I have more news.”

“You must be tired.”

“After eight cups of coffee, I don’t feel a thing,” he chuckled.

“Good job.”

“Love you, Verna.”

“Back at ya.”

Hank shut off his phone and returned to the birthing room. Lauren was sweaty and tearful. She appeared to be exhausted.

“We’ll begin pushing soon. As soon as she’s fully dilated. Won’t be long now,” the nurse said.

“Good thing, too. She’s worn out. I hope she has the strength.”

“Women are a lot tougher than you think,” the woman chuckled.

“I don’t doubt that one bit.”

The nurse handed him a fresh cup of ice chips. He eased into the chair beside Lauren. She stared at him with hostile eyes.

“Hey, I’m not the guy who got you into this,” he said, raising one hand. “Got some fresh ice chips.”

Lauren took one. “If I never see another ice chip, it'll be too soon,” she mumbled.

Hank took her hand. “I think you’re the bravest woman on Earth.”

“Don’t bullshit me, Hank,” she shot back, removing her hand.

“I mean it. Going through this without Griff. You’re something else, lady.”

She looked into his eyes, then she took his hand.

“I’m scared,” she whispered, her eyes watered.

“What?” He leaned closer.

“Scared. Scared silly. Scared shitless. Terrified.”

     "I get it. You're not alone. I'm not leaving. I'm with you all the way."
     She squeezed his hand.  
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Welcome! We're continuing with Bullhorn Brodsky's book this week. The word prompt "flavor" fits perfectly into the story. This book will be released within the next two weeks. 

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He put his turn signal on and backed up, getting ready to make a u-turn when she put her hand on his arm.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that.”

“Do you want to be with me or not?” His eyes were hard. “Because I’m done fooling around with this bullshit.”

“Do you want to be with me?” A deep breath didn’t keep her voice from shaking.

“Of course. I thought I made that damn clear. How many different ways do I have to say it, show it?” He put the car in park.

“I’m sorry, so sorry, Sly. I never meant to. I mean, I don’t want you to think I don't want you. I do.” Words failed her. She leaned over, placed her hand behind his head and guided his mouth to hers. Bull leaned in. She pressed her lips to his, holding him to her. She slipped her tongue in. As soon as they touched, he jumped to life, pulling her closer. He took over, hugging her chest to his, ravaging her mouth.

Desire flew through her veins. Her body heated as his fingers combed through her hair. She wound her arms around his neck as best she could with the gearshift in the way. His hand slid up her ribcage to cover her breast. Samantha’s breathing increased and she tightened her grip. Need rose in her, erasing all thought, leaving only the feel, flavor and scent of Sly Brodsky. He pulled back and dropped his hand.

            “I guess you do,” he croaked out, his voice dry, his gaze warm.

Color seeped into her cheeks. Losing control with a man in the front seat of a car wasn’t her style.  

 “Sorry. I didn’t mean to take advantage, but I needed to know.”

“Know?”

“How much you want to be with me or if it was just lip service.”

“And now you know, what, exactly?”

“Our physical connection is mutual.”

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Strolling home from The Savage Beast, they chatted. 

“Don’t like virgins?”

“I prefer my women experienced.”

“Your women? I thought you weren’t a player?”

“I’m not. I don’t mess with virgins. Too many regrets, too many girls thinking it means a marriage proposal. Too complicated.”

“I’m glad we got that out of the way.”

“So am I,” he chuckled, shooting her a sexy look.

“I’m being sarcastic, Sly. How many things do you have like that?”

“Like what?”

“Things that disqualify a woman from dating you.”

“None. I don’t have any.”

“Not true! You just said virgins are out.”

“What the hell’s going on, Sam?”

“It’s just what you said about virgins.”

“I said I’m choosy. I don’t go with just any girl. I’m picky. I don’t want to spend my free time with a girl just for sex. She’s got to be someone I want to talk to, go places with, bring to games. You’re right. I do have a list. Here it is. No virgins, no dumb chicks, no alcoholics, no druggies, no smokers, no animal haters, no kid haters, no prissy girls fooling with their makeup all the time, no girls who spend their days shopping, no mean girls, no gabby girls, no girls who hate football. There. That’s the list. Satisfied?”

His eyes glazed over and his lips compressed into a tight frown. He knit his eyebrows. Samantha held her breath for a moment. She tried to make eye contact, but he appeared a million miles away. Sam picked at a nail. Her mouth got dry and her eyes watered.  

“We don’t have to do this. I can take you home if you don’t want to be with me. I understand. Devon’s done a number on me with you.  I get it. No hard feelings.”

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Thank you for coming. Look for more of Bull's story next week. 

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