Today on the blog I’m spotlighting a new release! Not mine, friends of mine. It’s a sports anthology and I think you’re going to like it a lot!
It’s called Close Contact and here’s a little about it:
Hard-hitting contact sports don’t have the only sexy professional athletes. Does the strength and grace of golf, tennis and fencing instructors extend to their lustier activities? Find out as they turn these classic sports into full-contact steamy sessions.
Service Ace by Cassandra Carr
Callum Giovanni’s professional tennis career is over. He’s trying not to be bitter about it, even though it means teaching women more interested in not messing up their hair and nails than a good service.
Then Adriana Macy appears, claiming to be a novice, but Callum knows there’s more to her than meets the eye. How far does she want to take their personal match? The ball’s in her court.
Playing Through by Cristal Ryder
A relationship is the last thing Lexie is looking for, especially one with a hot cowboy wanting golf lessons. It’s all she can do to keep her focus on the game and off Jay’s hard muscled body and devilishly sexy face. But the more lessons they have, the farther his sexy drawl gets under her skin.
Does he feel the attraction too? Mother Nature forces them to seek shelter as the power of a thunderstorm lets loose around them. Will they go primal and unleash their attraction for one another amidst the rawness of the Rocky Mountains?
Up to the Hilt by Cindy Carr
Olympic fencing wunderkind Sebastian Como is Rina Rogers’ last resort to find someone who can instruct her toward her own Olympic medals. All her other trainers have balked, saying she is too impulsive, too unmanageable, too everything.
Sebastian recognizes her talent and tells her he’ll take her all the way. But does that include his bed?
Check out these short excerpts from the stories:
Cal and Adriana enjoyed a fun dinner, their flirting progressing as the meal went on. She needed to make her move, especially since Cal seemed to share her interest. He paid for the meal and they left. Once at the car, he handed her in and then got in the other side.Now or never. She reached over the center console and palmed his cock.
“Shite!” He looked over, his eyes wide.
“Look, I’m not normally this forward, but I want you.” Unable to hide a small smile as his cock swelled in her hand, she looked away. “Well, for more than your tennis expertise.”
“Are you sure?”
“Do you often have women who don’t want you for sex stroking your dick?”
“I don’t often have women stroking my dick for any reason.”
She faced him. “Really?”
“Really.” He swallowed.
“I guess it’s both of our lucky days then.”
Cristal Ryder’s Playing Through
Get a grip, Lexie. He’s a student.
She bit her lower lip and tried not to let her thoughts go to the erotic, but she feared it was way too late for that. Another quick glance at him, and damn if he wasn’t looking at her. He laid his arm along the back of their seats. Under her pale peach golf shirt, the flesh between her shoulders rippled, anticipating his touch. Would he run his fingers down her spine or up to her neck and into her hair? She felt the presence of his hand at her back as clearly as if he touched her. She willed him to and was disappointed when he didn’t.
The sun went behind a cloud, and she glanced up. Doppler had shown a chance of rain or thunderstorms. Wouldn’t that be great—a crashing storm during the lesson would really screw things up.
“It’s beautiful out here, isn’t it?” His words startled her, but oh how she loved to hear him speak.
Keep talking, cowboy. “Yes, it is.”
“Have you been west before?”
The magic of his voice cast some kind of sexual spell over her until she could barely think straight, let alone form cohesive words. “Ah, no.” Lexie concentrated on her driving and her words, which seemed to vanish on her tongue. “First time.”
“What brought you out here?”
“Fluke, really. They offered me a position and I was ready for a change.”
She glanced at him to see if he was teasing and nearly swallowed her tongue. His dark gaze bored into her. Her intuition screamed he would be receptive if she just said the word.
Cindy Carr’s Up to the Hilt
Finally, a man who could be no other than Sebastian Como, dressed in a black velvet warm-up suit, strolled out the door. “Holy shit,” she whispered. He was gorgeous. Sex on a spoon. About six-three with dark, curly hair, brilliant green eyes, and a killer smile. Plus, he appeared to be in his mid-twenties. He was awfully young to be a master fencer with his own academy, but she knew his story. Everyone in the business knew about him—boy genius, Olympic star and all, but the photo in the school’s website hadn’t done him justice by a long shot.
He needed a new photographer. Badly.
She needed air.
He met her halfway across the floor and shook her hand. Zings of heat flew up her arm.
Man candy. Yum. But she couldn’t let anything get in her way of success. His royal hotness would have to be stuck in her back pocket until she had time to explore him. Slowly. Very slowly.
Their gazes collided like lasers. Wars could start that way.
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Check out the book! I’m know I’m going to look at these sports a little differently now.
Sweet, sexy dreams!