Showing posts with label sport-themed romance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sport-themed romance. Show all posts

Friday, April 30, 2021

NUMBERS GAME: #NewRelease from Desiree Holt and Liz Crowe

 I'm excited to welcome Desiree Holt and Liz Crowe to my blog today. They've just teamed up to write NUMBERS GAME, a steamy sports romance from The Wild Rose Press. Hatch and Olivia from NUMBERS GAME tell us five things we need to know about each other. I love their comments! Welcome Desiree and Liz!


Five Things you Should Know about Olivia

(by Hatch)

1. She can quote football, baseball, and basketball stats for pretty much any player you name, past or present. I know. I’ve tested her on this.

2. Her power to pull me out of a pissed off mood if my team loses approaches “super.” And she can almost always help me figure out what went wrong on the field. I would hire her as an assistant coach but that’s nepotism and she already has a job she loves. 

3. She can whip up a delicious meal regardless of what you have or don’t have in the fridge and pantry. But I keep her favorite pizza and Chinese places on speed dial for those days I can tell she’s in no mood to cook.

4. Her favorite wine is a New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc. Her favorite desert is chocolate torte. Her favorite guilty pleasure tv show is anything with hot firemen in it. And her favorite way to ….oh, this is PG so I’ll keep that last one to myself.

5. She’s a ringer at scrabble, crossword puzzles and word search games. While I kick her butt in trivia or spatial games like jenga. We love to play games. All kinds of games.


Five Things You Should know about Hatch

(by Olivia)

1. He can give you way more information than you ever thought you wanted to know about the various beers in his fridge—more than just where they were brewed. All kinds of boring stuff about the hops and yeasts and I don’t know what all. But he has turned me into a beer drinker thanks to some of the stuff he knows.

2. I could quote his quarterback stats in college and the pros but he’d get a big head so I’ll say he was decent in college, pretty good as a pro player but is even better as a coach. He has a way about him with the kids that make them both respect him and find him approachable if they have a problem off the field. 

3. He snores after sex. (can I say that? Ok, I’m saying that). He doesn’t snore any other time. It’s quite the odd phenomenon.

4. His dream as a kid, besides being a football star, was to be race car driver—those long, skinny cars that drive on the roads mostly in Europe. I’ve watched a few of those with him on tv which I find about as excited as watching paint dry…or golf. Sometimes I’m convinced he thinks he’s driving a race car when we’re on the interstate, but he has never once gotten a speeding ticket in his life. 

5. He does not kick my butt in trivia, we’re about even on that. But he is good at jigsaw puzzles and jenga and truly terrible at word games. 


Blurb:

Making a pass could just mean scoring a second chance...

Former pro football player and coach Duncan "Hatch" Hatcher fumbled his career and marriage. Now divorced and ready to tackle his future, he has an opportunity to redeem himself as coach of his college alma mater's football team. But how can he turn the team's losing streak around and keep the secret of his downfall buried when the school agrees to a documentary that will allow a lovely journalist to dig her way into his past...and into his heart?

Olivia Grant's ex-husband almost wrecked her journalism career while he definitely did a number on her self-esteem. The documentary on Duncan Hatcher is the perfect way to rebuild both. As a freshman in college, she'd had a crush on the senior football hero, but he hadn't known she existed. She never expects the sparks that fly between them as they work on the project nor the struggles they must face if they both want to win.

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Excerpt:

Hatch winced at the memory of how goofy he must have sounded to the lovely woman he was going to be having a fair bit of contact with this season. Olivia Grant was, without a doubt, beautiful, not to mention sexy as hell. She was a natural reporter, putting him at ease, even in the face of his high-school-ish reaction to her at first. But dear Lord, the crap he’d said? That shit about her being “better than she thought” at the race? And “looking for a foot in the door”? He’d sounded about as slick as the grandpas he’d been named for.

He groaned and pressed his forehead to the leather blotter on his new desk. After his divorce, he’d made a point not to notice women, something that was a bit of a self-imposed penalty. But there was no not noticing Olivia. Her soft, dark blonde hair that kept dropping over one of her deep green eyes as she’d look down at her notes, then back up at him. That smile, and those full, barely lip-sticked lips. And there was no denying she had a body that would be hard to shake out of his brain. Scott had told him she used to play soccer here, a few years behind him as an undergrad. How he’d not known her… Granted, he hadn’t been a big partier then, kept mostly to himself and his close group of friends and, as always, focused on the game.

But damn. He’d missed out on something then, without a doubt. He felt his face flush red and his entire body begin to react in ways that didn’t really serve him well as a fully grown man, with plenty of experience under his belt, so to speak.

Thankfully, she’d left before he could embarrass himself any more.

Home. Shower. Beer. Stare at a string of old movies on the giant television screen. Anything to get the lovely Olivia Grant and all her many attributes out of his head. She was, after all, the media. And everyone knew how he felt about the media.

It was get-a-grip time—on all parts of himself.

This was his chance at redemption. The opportunity was a godsend, considering the sorry state he’d left his life in on the west coast, and he didn’t intend to do anything to screw it up. He couldn’t afford to get distracted by a single thing. But how the hell was he going to do that when Olivia Grant might prove to be the biggest distraction of all?

 


  Desiree Holt bio: 

USA Today best-selling and award-winning author Desiree Holt writes everything from romantic suspense and contemporary on a variety of heat levels up to erotic, a genre in which she is the oldest living author. She has been referred to by USA Today as the Nora Roberts of erotic romance, and is a winner of the EPIC E-Book Award, the Holt Medallion and a Romantic Times Reviewers Choice nominee. She has been featured on CBS Sunday Morning and in The Village Voice, The Daily Beast, USA Today, The (London) Daily Mail, The New Delhi Times and numerous other national and international publications. 

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Liz Crowe bio:

Liz Crowe is a Kentucky native and graduate of the University of Louisville living in Central Illinois. She's spent her time as a three-continent expat trailing spouse, mom of three, real estate agent, brewery owner and bar manager, and is currently a social media consultant and humane society development director, in addition to being an award-winning author. With stories set in the not-so-common worlds of breweries, on the soccer pitch, inside fictional television stations and successful real estate offices, and even in exotic locales like Istanbul, Turkey, her books are compelling and told with a fresh voice. The Liz Crowe backlist has something for any reader seeking complex storylines with humor and complete casts of characters that will delight, at times frustrate, and always linger in the imagination long after the book is finished.

 

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Tuesday, September 11, 2018

FIRST AND TEN by Margo Bond Collins and Erin Hayes

Margo Bond Collins and Erin Hayes are with me today to talk about their new release FIRST AND TEN. Sounds like a hoot! Please welcome Margo and Erin!

First and Ten: A Contemporary Reverse Harem
A Team of Her Own Book 1: Preseason

by Erin Hayes and Margo Bond Collins






 When Madison Harte inherits a football team with three hot players who all want her, there’s one problem: when it comes to America’s favorite sport, she’s clueless. 

I have the worst luck. Failed tech startup? Check. Cheating ex-boyfriend? Check. No idea what to do next? Check.

Then my Uncle Dusty passes away and leaves a whole football team to me. Never mind that I’ve never even seen a game. Who has time for that, right?

But I can sell the team and turn my life around, so I fly from San Francisco to Birmingham, Alabama, where I find a whole new level of football obsession—and start to develop a fascination of my own. Mostly with the three players who are very, very interested in me. 

I never expected to find a team of my own. Or that there would be so many obstacles in our way.

Luckily, Madison won’t have to choose just one man in this contemporary reverse harem where Friday Night Lights and Bridget Jones collide and where—hallelujah—it’s still raining men.


Excerpt:

The last time I had anything to do with football, Timothy Bartley threw the ball at me during PE, and it hit me in the face. I was left with a shiner for three weeks after that, barely able to see out of my poor eye. Everyone made fun of me, and I still sported a small scar on my eyebrow where my skin had split from the swelling.

That was in sixth grade. Seventeen years ago.


Since then, I hadn’t watched a game, hadn’t paid attention to who’s who, or even glanced at ESPN. That was fine by me. I was happy not having to spend my Saturdays watching the big game. My money was spent on video games, comics, and shoes instead of tickets and merchandise.


Football was in an entirely different universe that didn’t touch mine in the slightest.


Until now.


“Excuse me?” I asked in disbelief, sitting forward in my chair. My black business suit stretched as much as it possibly could, but it still felt tighter than the last time I wore it. Yet another sign that my size-14 waist was now a size 16. I’d put on some weight since my ex Jacob and I broke up six months ago. My boobs looked great though, so I really didn’t mind. He was the one missing out.


“Did you just say what I thought you did?” I asked.


My lawyer, an old family friend named Daniel Reiss, a balding man with a permanent scowl, stopped his reading of my late uncle’s will and looked up. “Which part?”


He must have continued reading while my mind slowly processed what had been bequeathed to me.


“The part about the football.”


He frowned, the wrinkles in his face deepening, and he flipped back a few pages in my uncle’s very long will.


Uncle Dusty had been eccentric when he was alive, amassing a huge fortune that had once covered a vacation home in Tahiti, several of the most expensive cars ever produced, a private jet, and millions of dollars in capital. But, being eccentric, he had spent or sold most of it before he died. Fair enough, I would have done the same. Most of the will consisted of what to do with his coin collection or each of his rare, exotic stamps.


But the part about football was, well, let’s just say unexpected.


Finding his place on the page, Daniel cleared his throat. “‘I leave my football team, the Birmingham Yellowhammers, to my brother’s daughter, Madison Harte.”


Madison Harte. Me.


I blinked. “Is that like a little kid’s team or something? Or his collection of footballs? Or a set of those shirts they wear?”


“Jerseys?” Daniel supplied.


“Yeah, those.”


“No.” He watched at me, perplexed. “They’re a team for the major league.”


I looked at him blankly.


“As in professional football, Ms. Harte.” Ugh. Daniel only used my last name when he thought I was being stupid. I should’ve been used to it by now—he’d used it for the last several months as I refused offer after offer from Jacob to buy out my half of our tech startup, even as my savings dwindled. I finally took him up on it when I had no choice.


I hesitated for another beat, still trying to come to terms with Daniel’s words. “You’re not talking about soccer, are you?” At least I knew something about soccer. I played on a rec team when I was in college. Still terrible at it, but at least I knew some of the rules. Like, you couldn’t use your hands to touch the ball.


Daniel couldn’t hide the derision from his face. No matter how grumpy someone looks, they can always make you feel like the stupidest person in the room.


“No, Miss Harte. American football.”


I worried my bottom lip, a million thoughts running through my head. “Uhm, how can you leave someone a whole football team?”


None of this made any sense.




Margo's Top 5 Favorite Sports Movies One of the things I loved about co-writing First and Ten with Erin Hayes is that neither of knows anything about football! Lucky for us, though, neither does our heroine. We’re not quite as clueless as Madison, though I have to admit, much of our (small amount of!) combined knowledge of the game comes from popular culture, including movies. I was originally going to do a top 5 football movies post…but then I realized I couldn’t think of five football movies. Clearly, I’m going to have to fix that as this series continues! But for now, here are my top five favorite sports movies: 1. Bull Durham 2. Bend it Like Beckham 3. A League of Their Own 4. Rocky 5. Field of Dreams What I love about all these sports stories is that ultimately, they’re not about the sports—they’re about what it means to be human, to function as part of a team, to live and love and win and lose. Tell me: what are some of your favorite sports movies, and what do you love about them?

About the Authors

Erin Hayes


Sci-fi junkie, video game nerd, and wannabe manga artist Erin Hayes writes a lot of things. Sometimes she writes books.

She works as an advertising copywriter by day, and she's an award-winning New York Times Bestselling Author by night. She has lived in New Zealand, Hawaii, Texas, Alabama, and now San Francisco with her husband, cat, and a growing collection of geek paraphernalia.
You can reach her at erinhayesbooks@gmail.com and she’ll be happy to chat. Especially if you want to debate Star Wars.


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Margo Bond Collins

USA Today, Wall Street Journal, and New York Times bestselling author Margo Bond Collins is a former college English professor who, tired of explaining the difference between "hanged" and "hung," turned to writing romance novels instead. (Sometimes her heroines kill monsters, too.)




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Thursday, April 21, 2016

Embarrassing Moments with Jean Joachim


I'm excited to have Jean Joachim with me today. Jean is the first person to tell me about one of her embarrassing moments, and she tells one of her character Griff's as well. I'm always looking for more embarrassing moments, so if any other writers out there are willing to come clean and tell the embarrassing truth, shoot me an email at jana dot richards at hotmail dot com and we'll talk.


Embarrassing moments are hilarious when they happen to someone else. I love to embarrass my characters in my books. Here’s a passage from Griff Montgomery, Quarterback. Griff hasn’t figured out that he’s in love with Lauren. One night, when he was with Carla, his friend with benefits, he called out Lauren’s name at an inopportune moment. Carla was seething. A few days later, she had a chance to take revenge. Here’s the scene.
(Below this is a brief recollection of a very embarrassing moment for me in real life. Griff insisted I fess up to one in this post, too.)



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“Oh, I’m not his girlfriend. Lauren is.” Carla glared at Griff.

Suddenly, the collar on his shirt got tight.

“Lauren? You know Lauren?” Buddy asked.

Oh, shit. Here it comes.

“No, but I’d love to meet her,” she said, casting her gaze on Griff. “I’ve got a message for her.”

Over my dead body. He let out a breath before he guzzled more beer.

“That’s easy. She’s sitting right there.” Buddy pointed to Lauren and her friend, who were munching on burgers.

Griff turned to look and spat out his drink. Holy shit.


“That’s Lauren? Griff’s Lauren?”

“Yep, that’s her,” Buddy said, ignoring the kick from Griff. “Ouch.”

Carla fisted a hand and rested it on her hip. “So, she’s your girlfriend?”

“No, no, no way. She’s my landlady. I’m renting a room with her while my house is being renovated.” The words poured out in rapid fire.

“Even better.” Carla licked her lips. “I’ll bet she has no idea you’re having sexual fantasies about her.”

“I’m not. It was an accident,” he hissed.

“Sure, sure. Keep telling yourself that. Wonder what she’d think if she knew?”

“Don’t, Carla. Please don’t. I’m begging you.” Griff reached for her arm, but she shook him off.

Buddy faced the quarterback. “What the hell did you do?”

“You don’t wanna know.”

“Oh no. You didn’t?” His eyebrows rose.

Griff nodded. “Guilty.”

“Whoa, stand back, Tony. There’s gonna be some fireworks in a minute.” Buddy pushed Hastings to the wall.

“You wouldn’t be lying, now, would ya?” Carla asked, directing her stare at Buddy.

“See for yourself.” He gestured to the brunette at the corner table.

“Lauren!” Carla cupped her hands and yelled.

Lauren stood up, turning to face them.

“You Lauren?”

“Please, please, Carla. I’m sorry, so sorry,” Griff whispered. “Don’t do this.”

“Yes? Lauren Farraday.” Her gaze traveled from Carla to Griff.

No place to hide. This is gonna get ugly. Sweat gathered under his arms and on his forehead. His heartbeat doubled. He shifted his weight from foot to foot, trying to look relaxed under Lauren’s scrutiny.

“I have a message for you,” Carla called out.

“Carla, come on. After everything we’ve been through,” Griff pleaded.

“You’re right. Because of our history, I’m not gonna shout it out.”

“Thank God. Thank you so much,” he said, heaving a huge sigh.

“I’m gonna tell her soft and slow, right in her ear.” Carla was heading toward Lauren before Griff could stop her. He tried to block her way, but she scooted to the left, giving him the slip. When she got to her destination, she bent down, cupped her hands, and spoke softly.

The room was so quiet Griff could hear a crow caw from a tree outside. The patrons in the bar stared at Carla and Lauren. A few looked at Griff and snickered.

“What?” Lauren straightened in her seat. “What? No. I don’t believe it.”

Carla leaned over and spoke again.

Lauren blushed pink then redder and redder. She shot a look at Griff. He stared at her, pleading with his eyes. She stumbled up from the table. “I’m sorry, Marnie. I’ve got to go.”

“It’s on the house,” Carla said, returning to the bar. Her eyes glistened with malevolence as she glared at Griff.

“I can’t believe you did that.”

“Just be happy I didn’t scream it out to the whole room.” She returned to washing glasses.

“I thought we were friends.”

“Yeah? Feel betrayed? Now you know how I felt, jerk.”


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By the time I was twenty-eight, I had reached the position of Media Director at Ogilvy & Mather Direct. I took my job seriously. The president had sent me to a one-day conference about mailing lists. During the opening address, I sat in the darkness with notebook in hand, scribbling. But two men in the row in front of me kept talking, whispering. It was annoying. Good money had been spent to send me and I was going to be damned if I wasn’t going to wring every drop of information from that day. So I “shushed” the men, one, two –well , maybe even three times.
When the lights went on, the two gentlemen sitting in front of me stood up. One turned to face me and smiled. The men were the president of my company, and the president of American Express, our biggest client. My boss introduced me as the woman who wanted them to keep quiet. They chuckled, but I was so mortified I wanted to fall through the floor.

I hope all your embarrassing moments morph into incidents you can laugh at, eventually! Thanks for joining Griff and me today

Buy links for Griff Montgomery, Quarterback – 2nd place winner of the DNSB Reader’s Choice Award as Favorite Sports Book Boyfriend.

You can find his story in ebook, paperback and audio here:

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Author bio:

Jean Joachim, wife and mother of two sons, is owned by a rescued pug, named Homer. She’d been writing non-fiction for what seemed like forever until she got up the nerve to try fiction. It was love. Now she spends her days in New York City in the company of her characters, with a cup of tea and a secret stash of black licorice. Jean can be found at www.jeanjoachimbooks.com

Friday, April 17, 2015

Knowing the Score by Kat Latham on Sale!



My fellow Carina Press writer Kat Latham's debut novel KNOWING THE SCORE is on sale until April 24! Here's the blurb:

Rugby player Spencer Bailey is determined to win a spot on England’s World Cup team. But with a month break before the selectors start watching him, he’s eager to have fun with a woman who knows the score: the relationship will end when rugby season begins. The lovely American Caitlyn Sweeney seems perfect for the role of temporary lover, since her visa will run out soon anyway.
Caitlyn works for an international disaster relief organization and can handle the world’s worst crises, but she flinches from her own. Her past has left her with a fear of intimacy so deep that she has trouble getting close to anyone—until she meets sexy Spencer. His hot body and easygoing nature are too much for even her to resist.
Neither Caitlyn nor Spencer expects to fall hard for each other. But with their relationship deadline approaching, the old rules of the game seem less important than before…until past secrets surface, challenging everything they thought they knew about each other.
What reviewers are saying:

"This is one of the best contemporary romances I’ve ever read! I had such a fantastic time watching these two characters fall in love…”
- The Season for Romance

To purchase your sale copy of KNOWING THE SCORE go to Kat's website at http://katlatham.com/books-2/knowing-the-score/ and check out the buy links.


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Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Today's Guest - Iris Blobel and LET ME LOVE YOU

Today my guest is Iris Blobel, and she's here with her new book LET ME LOVE YOU, a contemporary, sports-themed romance.

Blurb:
Oliver Dempsey, pitcher for a Melbourne baseball club, loves the women, and they love him…
But he keeps them at an arm’s length, and when he meets Tamara, he’s unprepared for the attraction he feels for her.  Told by his coach that she’s off limits, only draws him in more.

Tamara Amis moved to Melbourne to find some distance between her past and herself…
With the help of her uncle, the coach of a Melbourne baseball club, she quickly finds a job, and a place to live. Yet, one meeting with the handsome pitcher stirs unexpected emotions that threaten to overwhelm her.

It’s Oliver’s injury that brings them together, but as they find out about each other’s pasts, how can they be ready to share a future?


Excerpt:
Sweat ran down Oliver’s back, soaking his shirt. He’d been on the field for a couple of hours, but frustration grew in him with every ball he missed. He placed his hands on his knees and took a deep breath, fixing his stare at the ground. For Pete’s sake, he was a pitcher, not a hitter, and well known for his fastballs as well as his perfect curveballs. Alas, he had neglected his hitting. Today, his swing was below average, and, unable to focus, he walked over to the bench where he spotted Coach Becker shaking his head towards him.

Pointing his finger back towards the field, the coach said, “Head right back out there, Oliver. You need to improve your hand-eye coordination. I want to see more, and better.”

Oliver cursed under his breath. “It’s not going to happen. My shoulder’s killing me. It’s been a long day.”

Coach Erik Becker rubbed his face.

“It’s not gonna happen today,” Oliver persisted.

With a grimace on his face, his coach nodded.

"Righteo, call it a day. But I want you back out there again in the morning, though.”

Oliver eased off his gloves and shoved them into his back pocket, before removing his helmet.
The coach gave him a gentle slap on his back. “I need you to concentrate more tomorrow. Remember what I told you. You need to focus on your proper stance as well as swinging the bat. Keep your eye on the ball as it comes towards you. Try to connect the bat with the ball, preferably at the fat of the bat. We have a game coming up soon. Go and deal with the shoulder issue. Check in for a massage.”

Oliver wiped his forehead with his arm when he noticed a woman standing in the coach’s shadow. Raising his eyebrows, he nodded towards her as to ask who she was.

Erik turned slightly. “Oliver, this is my niece, Tamara. She’s moved here from Perth. Tamara, this is Oliver.”

Oliver extended his hand towards her. “Nice meeting you.”

She ignored his hand and took a step back. Taken aback by her reaction, Oliver instinctively checked his hand for dirt or sweat. Questioningly, he looked at his coach.

Erik ignored the situation and simply said, “Have your shower and see me before you head off to discuss your training schedule.”

Nodding, Oliver took another quick look at Tamara. For a brief moment, their eyes met, and he was puzzled by her expression. It seemed as if her intense blue eyes were trying to hide something. The distant look in them was almost mysterious, and combined with her body language, he couldn’t help but get the impression something was wrong. She was very guarded.

With one last look towards Tamara, Oliver turned and left.

As soon as he got to the locker room, he peeled off his t-shirt. Pain shot through him the instant he lifted his right shoulder. He’d been ignoring the twinge during the training session, but knew he had to have it looked at. The fucking skateboard rider had nearly knocked him over the previous day when he came out of nowhere. Oliver hadn’t had a chance to move out of the way fast enough and slammed his shoulder into a post.

He slowly stripped out of his track pants before grabbing a can of Coke out of his bag. Leaning against the wall, he chugged half of the drink while enjoying the quietness around him. Everyone else was still out on the field trying to please Coach Becker. He choked a laugh, hoping his mates would put Erik in a better mood than he had. They had a few important games over the next few weeks before the season ended, and for the first time in years, the club was doing well.

As he walked to the showers, he thought about his training session and wondered whether his shoulder was to blame for the bad hits, or his lack of training. But who was he kidding, he always liked to throw everything he had at people, yet was hopeless in receiving anything thrown at him. That applied in baseball and in life. When he’d been to see his first baseball game as a kid in Los Angeles, he’d known he was born to pitch.

Author:
Iris Blobel was born and raised in Germany and only immigrated to Australia in the late 1990s. Having had the travel bug most of her life, Iris spent some time living in Scotland, London, as well as Canada where she met her husband. Her love for putting her stories onto paper only emerged a few years back, but now her laptop is a constant companion. Iris resides west of Melbourne with her husband and her beautiful two daughters as well as their dog. Next to her job at a private school, she also presents a German Program at the local Community Radio.

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