Welcome to the 2017 A to Z Blog Challenge. During the month of April, Chrys N. Jay shares snippets from friend’s books, and takes a peek at love.
Today, for ‘J’, Jean C. Joachim stops by to share an excerpt from her book, Jake Lawrence: Third Base.
An off-season adventure, driving his expensive, new car from L.A. to New York, got Jake Lawrence’s motor running. Free from his snooty, Park Avenue girlfriend, the third baseman hit the highway, ready for anything. Or so he thought.
Kate MacKenzie, aspiring musical theater star, sneaked out of her motel room after her mother had gambled away all the young woman’s money. In the middle of nowhere with less than four dollars to her name, the plucky actress planned to waitress her way to New York for a Broadway audition. All she needed was a job that paid enough for bus fare.
Saving the beauty from a beating by the motel manager, Jake offers Kate a ride all the way to Manhattan. Leery of offers from men, Kate had no choice but to accept. She vowed to preserve her dignity and keep the sexy slugger at arm’s length.
Mutual attraction couldn’t derail the pair from their goals. Kate’s dream of making it on Broadway collided with Jake’s of making it to the World Series.
Will their road trip lead to love? Or to a lonely existence of separation, and insecurity?
Jean shares an excerpt with us here:
Next to driving his new car and sex, food placed high on Jake’s list of pleasurable necessities. When he hit Santa Juana, Jake’s stomach rumbled. He’d hoped he could find a little mom and pop restaurant, like there were in New York City, along his route. But he couldn’t even find a downtown area.
The big sign of a popular steak house franchise caught his eye. A steak sandwich with fries would go down great right about now. He glanced at the clock on the dash. Only eleven. He wondered if they’d be serving lunch yet.
His mouth started to water as the image of a huge Philly Cheese Steak flashed through his mind. Hitting the turn signal, he stepped on the brake and pulled off the highway. His eye was snagged by a pair of perfect legs and a mighty cute butt hightailing it down the service road.
She was running at full speed not jogging, and he couldn’t figure out why. After pulling into the parking lot, he got out of the car and spied a man in hot pursuit of the cute chick. He had to know what was going on. He parked the car and followed the action.
Sure enough, the man caught up to her. He was yelling. It appeared she was crying, but he couldn’t tell, so he moved closer. A damsel in distress, what could be more appealing? His stomach would have to wait because he needed to make sure the girl was okay.
Sure enough, the man hit her. He slapped her across the face, then punched her in the shoulder, knocking her to the ground. Curiosity turned to anger as Jake ran over and grabbed the man’s fist.
“What the hell? What are you doing?” His brows knit as he jerked the man’s arm behind his back and held it there.
“This bitch owes me fifty bucks. She ran out on her bill,” he said, then spat on the ground at her feet.
“Whoa! Wait a minute. You can’t just go hitting people, especially not women. Look what you did. She’s bleeding.”
“Where? My face? Oh my God. My face. It’s swelling. I can’t believe this is happening.”
“Your face, what do you care? You a hooker? Probably,” the desk clerk said.
“No, you idiot. I’m a Broadway actress. My face is everything.” She broke down in tears.
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