Iβm a football fan. There. I said it. I love football. I know there are a lot of
women who just donβt get the appeal. Like my daughter-in-law. She canβt
understand how Iβm content to spend an entire Sunday parked on the couch,
cheering through one game after another. Then thereβs Monday Night Football, and
God bless the NFL for adding Thursday night games. I have my favorite team, of
course. Having grown up in Boston, Iβm a diehard New England fan. Go Pats! But I
also cheer on the local boys and Iβll watch whatever game is on. I canβt help
myself.
Iβm a gridiron girl.
It helps if you understand the rules of the game, which I do, but football is
more than a simple game. Itβs a modern day test of strength and courage. Letβs
face it, lining up across from a three hundred pound behemoth intent on ripping
off your head takes guts. As man has from the beginning of time, these guys don
their armor and face down their foes. Granted, football is a mostly bloodless
war waged in the relative safety of million dollar stadiums, but itβs also a
brutal competition, based on strategy, perseverance, and amazing feats of
athleticism. Okay, I admit, the hunky, wide-shouldered warriors in tight pants
are a big part of the appeal. But, seriously, whatβs not to love?
As a romance author, itβs only natural Iβd combine my two loves to weave stories
of those hunky heroes of the gridiron and happily ever after. That was my goal
as I sat down to write the
Players series. My heroes
are larger than life athletes, like Kevin βTuckβ Tucker, the hero of
TO WIN HER TRUST, book 2 of
the series. Heβs a modern day warrior with a good heart and needed a strong
heroine of his own. He found her in CC Calhoun.
βLet me get this straight. You expect some kissing?β
She nodded. βNecessary to test the theory.β
βAnd petting?β
One shoulder rose in a dismissive shrug. βIβm curious. Sue me.β
βNo need for that. Curious is good. What if I insist on a practical
demonstration, just to be sure I know what Iβm getting into, before I agree?β
She cocked her head. Challenge sparkled in her eyes as she repeated his
tease from earlier. βCan you give me a minute to think about it?β
Though his mind screamed mistake, his libido was currently running the show.
Permission to kiss the hell out of her with immunity? He couldnβt wait to get
started. The laughter in her eyes said she expected a smile, but he couldnβt
quite manage one at the moment. βI can make you swallow those words.β
She hummed deep in her throat and damned if she didnβt tug on a tigerβs
tail. βProve it.β
He didnβt hesitate, spinning her around by the arm. Wrapping her in his
arms, he pulled her close enough to delight his body with the press of her soft
curves against his hard angles. He dropped his head, swooping down to take a big
taste of what heβd wanted from the moment he first laid eyes on her.
He demanded entrance, pressing his tongue along the seam of her lips until
she complied. She opened her mouth. He plunged deep and retreated, only to
plunge again. Honey and vanilla, sweet as the day was long, her flavor exploded
over him. Her breathing hitched, became uneven, and he didnβt care.
No consideration was given for her inexperience or innocence. Frustration
drove him as fire licked at his body. This woman had somehow claimed a place in
his mind no other woman had occupied. Until he discovered the reason her scent
and taste and image wouldnβt leave him alone, he had no choice but to go along
with her screwy proposition. Sheβd made a tactical error, however, admitting to
a curiosity at the physical consequences of her theory. Those consequences would
no doubt burn them both. Little Miss Sunshine didnβt have the first inkling of
how powerful carnal desire could be, but she was about to learn, because heβd be
damned if heβd suffer alone.
So, what about you? Do you scratch your head at sports loving chicks
like me, or do you have your own favorite β and how much does the uniform play
into it? ;-)
Wife, mother and really young grandmother, Mackenzie lives with her
high school sweet heart husband, a neurotic Pomeranian, and a blind cat. She
calls Phoenix home because the southwest feeds her soul. Though her friends
claim sheβs a princess, she disagrees. After all, one canβt raise two
rambunctious boys to wonderful men without getting a little dirt under their
nails. A lover of the romance genre, her resolve to share her stories with
others was sharpened by a bout with breast cancer. Today she is an award-winning
author and eight year survivor, living the dream. Her friends call her Mac. She
hopes you will, too.
Can she trust this player with her heart?
Ever since experiencing a childhood trauma, reclusive artist CC Calhoun has
suffered from panic attacks. But when a fateful kiss from handsome wide
receiver, Kevin βTuckβ Tucker, is enough to stop one of those episodes cold, she
wonders if guarding her heart has been the right choice. Will going on a test
date with Tuck open her to trusting someone for the first time in years? Or will
she wind up being just another notch in the football playerβs bedpost?
Tuck has a reputation for charming women into bed, but after his kiss with CC,
heβs left aching for more. When he proposes a second date, his attraction to the
sexy blonde looks like the makings of true loveβsomething heβs never quite
believed inβuntil now. But when Tuck discovers CCβs childhood secrets, will the
pro athlete be tough enough to stay by her sideβor will he betray her
hard-earned trust?
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