Tag Archive | sports romance

M: Matt Jackson – Catcher

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 ‘M’, Jean Joachim returns with an excerpt from her sports romance, Matt Jackson: Catcher.

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Matt Jackson, clutch hitter, fielder extraordinaire, and team captain, is dynamite on the baseball field, but a loser with women. Or is he? He makes a show of coming on to chicks in bars, but always strikes out. Convinced being dateless is safer, Matt keeps his distance from women. Is he simply an insensitive chauvinist, or a crafty man hiding a secret?

Everything he believes in is challenged the day he walks in on a beautiful woman in the locker room. Dusty, the sharp-tongued spitfire, cuts the all-star pro down to size. Unwilling to accept second-class status, she challenges everything he knows about women.

Does a solo life make living with emotional pain easier? Drawn to the stunning, talented woman, Matt has a long way to go to win her trust. Getting close to Dusty is dangerous. Can he risk his well-protected heart? Matt faces a difficult choice — will he make the right decision?

Excerpt:

Depressed after losing the World Series, Matt needed sunshine, which was in short supply in February in New York. In the weeks before spring training started, he’d agreed to head up a two-week camp for underprivileged kids. Matt wouldn’t be doing it alone, some joker, named Dusty Carmichael, from professional softball would partner with him.

The catcher sniffed. This asshole, Carmichael, was a pitcher. How good could he be playing men’s softball? The guy’s probably a fucking amateur and doesn’t know shit about baseball. It annoyed him to think he’d be running the show with little help from someone who didn’t know crap and was getting paid a bundle. He shook his head. Why did he always get stuck with the losers?

The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he got. He shouldered his equipment bag and headed for the locker room. He stopped at the stadium entrance and flashed his credentials to the security guard.

“That guy Carmichael here yet?”

“Yeah, but—”

Matt waved him away and continued on. At least the sun was shining. It was seventy-three degrees—perfect weather for baseball. Sure beat the twenty degree, cloudy day he’d left in New York the morning before. Arriving an hour ahead of time, he whistled as he strolled along. Matt had a thing about being late and showed up early to most everything.

He waved at the janitor as he pushed open the locker room door.

“You can’t…”

But Matt didn’t hear the rest. He looked up to see beautiful, long auburn locks hanging down from the head of a woman, who was dressed only in panties. She was bending over, brushing her hair, so he couldn’t see her face, and she couldn’t see him. At the click of the door closing, she snapped up straight, whipping her tresses back, so that they fell down her back and revealed the most gorgeous breasts he’d ever seen.

Her eyes widened. “Get out! Get out!”

Matt froze, his gaze locked on her chest before he realized what he was doing. He covered his eyes with his hand and backed toward the exit. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t know there was a woman in here.”

“Big fat lie, asshole. Get out!”

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J: Jake Lawrence – Third Base

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.

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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?

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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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Clean Sweep, by V.L. Locey

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BOOK INFORMATION

TITLE – Clean Sweep
SERIES – Venom Series
AUTHOR – V.L. Locey
GENRE – Erotic Hockey Romance
PUBLICATION DATE – Sept.26, 2015
LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 155 pages/57,500
PUBLISHER – Gone Writing Publishing
COVER ARTIST – Reverie Design


 

BOOK SYNOPSIS

Clean Sweep - New CoverFiery, flame-haired Jane Bratkowski is catapulted from a small college town to Philadelphia to become head coach of a new women’s hockey team, The Venom. It’s a life-changing opportunity, a dream come true until – in a cruel twist of fate that could turn into a nightmare – she comes face to face with her ex-husband Tore Ahlberg, the Wildcats’ head of European Scouting.

Suddenly, Jane’s faced with more challenges than she bargained for: Will she let him distract her — and derail her big chance to coach pro hockey? Can she build a team of relatively inexperienced, irrepressible young women into champions? Can she and Tore triumph over the gut-wrenching tragedy that ripped them apart — or will the shocking truth of their passionate past threaten to destroy them once again?


BUY & TBR LINKS

AMAZON KINDLE US
AMAZON KINDLE UK
BARNES & NOBLES NOOK
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EXCERPT

It was on the tip of my tongue to ask him how, or why, he remembered so much from our years of wedded bliss. Instead, I marched into the bathroom, Pomeranians in hand, then shut the door on him, his tie, and those damned recollections of a time best left in the past.

I washed my face then set to work on detangling. I accomplished this with snarling expletives aimed at long dead ancestors. The boys were restless. I laid down my hairbrush then snuck over to the door. I couldn`t hear my ex on the other side. I cracked the door just enough to peer through. Tore was standing at the sliding glass door. He still cut a fine figure from the back even though he was now in his early fifties. Wide shoulders, lean waist, long legs. The sun made his straw-colored blonde hair look like spun gold. It was time to stop, Jane. I had thought to ask him to walk the dogs but after that Rumpelstiltskin moment, perhaps a brisk walk would do me good. I closed the door quietly. Ten minutes later I stepped out, face freshly scrubbed, hair beaten into submission, and dogs in dire need.

“I have to get dressed,” I told Tore when he turned from the city to look at me.

“You want me to leave?” I nodded. “We were married, Jane. Unless you have done some alterations, there is nothing I have not seen before.”

I felt a slight flush rushing up behind the freckles on my cheeks. “There have been no alterations. Go wait on the patio. I mean it, Tore. Don`t give me that stupid look. Go.”

“Stupid look? I have a stupid look?” he asked, a definite twinkle in his eye. A sharp comment was resting on my tongue. I swallowed it back to be nice. It was only seven am. Even ex-husbands deserve a small kindness from time to time.


 

AUTHOR BIO

Author Photo - VL LoceyV.L. Locey loves worn jeans, yoga, belly laughs, reading and writing lusty tales, Greek mythology, the New York Rangers, comic books, and coffee. (Not necessarily in that order.) She shares her life with her husband, her daughter, two dogs, two cats, a flock of assorted domestic fowl, and three Jersey steers.

When not writing spicy romances, she enjoys spending her day with her menagerie in the rolling hills of Pennsylvania with a cup of fresh java in hand. She can also be found online on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, and GoodReads.


 

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Devon Drake, by Jean Joachim

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TITLE – Devon Drake – Cornerback

SERIES – First & Ten Series

AUTHOR – Jean Joachim

GENRE – Sports Romance, Contemporary Romance

 

BOOK SYNOPSIS

Devon Drake, star cornerback, has it all: hot super model girlfriend and pro football career, or does he? A childhood friend wanders back into his life, upsetting his ideal existence. Is it finally time to tell her the truth about what happened fifteen years ago?

Stormy Gregory is on the run from an abusive man. Her best friend offers her a safe place at the shelter for abused women and children. Grateful to be out of harm’s way, Stormy helps with a charitable event, not expecting to run into Devon Drake, her friend’s brother. Will she run again rather than face rejection?

Cracks in his perfect world threaten the cornerback’s starting lineup status. An unwelcome surprise short-circuits Stormy’s attempt to build a new life. Can they pull together or will the secret that separates the former friends keep them on a downward spiral?

BUY & TBR LINKS

AMAZON KINDLE US – http://www.amazon.com/Devon-Drake-Cornerback-First-Book-ebook/dp/B014RGVP4W/

KOBO – https://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/devon-drake-cornerback-1

BARNES & NOBLES NOOK – http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/devon-drake-cornerback-jean-joachim/1122532029;jsessionid=0DBF0E0B8E4C02D4A4C0D7CAE24E212C.prodny_store01-va03?ean=2940152280821

ITUNES – https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id1037099216

EXCERPT

But the last thing Stormy wanted was to hang around Devon Drake any longer than necessary. He had filled out since high school with pure muscle. Like Chutes and Ladders, Devon Drake had taken the big ladder from handsome to gorgeous. Hanging around might mean the revival of old feelings, leaving her vulnerable to rejection again. It was destined to happen, since he had a hot, high-powered girlfriend. Stormy needed to watch her step. He wasn’t available, but nobody had told her heart that.

He sat up, his gaze glued to her. She hummed the tune “The Stripper” as she unzipped and peeled off her jacket. The man slid his chair closer to the window. She began to dance slowly. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see people on the sidewalk had stopped moving. She took a deep breath and eased her sweater up as slowly as possible.

Now, the man in the headphones was gesturing and talking. The others in the room turned to stare. Stormy kept humming and dancing. She was getting into it. Ignoring the cold, she pulled her sweater over her head, twirled it around, and flung it at a man standing nearby. He caught it and applauded.

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AMAZON AUTHOR PAGE – http://www.amazon.com/Jean-C.-Joachim/e/B001ITRQKY/

WEBSITE – http://jeanjoachimbooks.com

BLOG – http://jeanjoachim.blogspot.com

FACEBOOK – https://www.facebook.com/pages/Jean-Joachim-Author/221092234568929

TWITTER – http://www.twitter.com/jeanjoachim

GOOGLE+ – https://plus.google.com/u/0/111423777977819826895

PINTEREST – http://www.pinterest.com/jeanjoachim/

GOODREADS – https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/334810.Jean_C_Joachim