Sunday, October 4, 2015

Sunday's Safe Word Shelf: Sub-Mission by Sage Marlowe

Sub-Mission #1
How far would you go to save the one you love?

Pierce Hollister is a down-to-earth businessman. Most of the time. His romantic side has him secretly dreaming of Mr Right, a family and a happy ever after.

Noah Conway is a single father who doesn’t believe in happy families any more. When his daughter’s life is at stake, he would sell his soul to save her but as a sadistic Dom takes an interest in him, he sells his body instead.

A shared session at a BDSM club leaves Pierce intrigued and soon he finds himself willing to do anything in his power to heal the wounds that life has left on Noah’s soul. When he realises that the very thing Noah dreads the most might just be what he needs, Pierce sets out on a mission—but maybe it’s just not in his power to save Noah.

Will Noah be able to battle the demons that haunt him and find the happy ever after Pierce has dreamed up for them?

Reader advisory: This edition is a revised re-release. Contains a scene of dubious consent and references to violence in one MC’s past

Re-Submission #2
Rubbing a toppy sub, a submissive Top and a Dom with attitude together is guaranteed to send sparks flying — but what will they ignite?

Meet Tyler Kane. Ballsy and headstrong, he's far from being the submissive type. Francis Hollister, Dom and proud owner of a BDSM club, couldn't agree more - and yet, as Tyler carelessly suggests a bet, Francis sees an opportunity arise and decides to take him up on it.

Soon Tyler finds himself in Francis' club and about to be trained as a sub. When Shae, the gorgeous Top Francis has assigned to teach him, doesn't appear to be quite as dominant as his role would lead to believe and Francis turns out to be a rather versatile Dom, Tyler sees a perfect match just waiting to be made happen. Too bad though that he's the only one who sees it. Or maybe he isn’t?

Curious to find out what happens when you rub a submissive Top, a toppy sub and a Dom with attitude together and what exactly the sparks from that explosive combination ignite, Tyler enlists the help of Pierce, Francis' brother, and his partner Noah, and sets out on a mission.

While Tyler's plan seems to work out astonishingly well, it seems that there's more than one man in the club who is pursuing a hidden agenda...

Reader Adisory: This edition is a revised re-release

Sub-Culture #3
When life gets on top, delving into a sub-culture may be just what it takes to keep a sinking relationship afloat

Five years after the bumpy start to their relationship, Noah and Pierce have settled well into their lives as a happy couple. The arrival of a new child should have made their matrimonial bliss complete, but the strain of raising a baby and a teenager, combined with a lot of pressure in their jobs, is beginning to take its toll.

In the midst of what already is a potentially explosive situation, Noah’s younger brother Jonah comes to stay with them, forcing Noah to face the issues he still has regarding his homophobic parents and adding to the emotional pressure he is under.

When Noah starts behaving oddly and Pierce just can’t seem to put his jealousy to rest, the cracks in their relationship become too severe to ignore any longer. They struggle to keep their sinking love afloat but, as Noah craves the comfort a certain sub-culture can offer, Pierce finds himself wondering just how far he is willing to step out of his own comfort zone to save their love.

Reader advisory: This edition is a re-edited re-release. Sub-Culture is the sequel to Sub-Mission and a part of Noah and Pierce’s story is also featured in Re-Submission. Whilst each book stands on its own, to enjoy the story in full it is recommended to read the books in the order of release (Sub-Mission, Re-Submission, Sub-Culture).

Sub-Mission #1
Chapter 1
“He’s a pretty thing, isn’t he?” Robert observed as he followed Pierce’s gaze.

Not taking his eyes off the handsome guy at the bar, Pierce shrugged. “Yeah, he’s all right.”

“More like fucking hot, don’t you think?” Robert enthused.

For once, Pierce agreed with him whole-heartedly. He let his gaze wander up those long, slender legs, the tight, leather-clad bottom and further up the hard line of the man’s body to where his dark hair curled enticingly over the collar of his leather jacket. Although the stranger’s back was currently turned towards him, Pierce had got a long enough glimpse of his face to know that it matched the attractive body. He was wondering if he should try to make a pass when the unwelcome feeling of being watched made him focus on Robert once more. Apparently the man was still waiting for an answer. “I just said he’s all right, didn’t I?”

“You fancy him.” It wasn’t a question.

“Well, I guess I wouldn’t deny him, although the good-looking ones aren’t necessarily good lays. Besides, he might be covered in spots or have a hairy back.” Pierce aimed to sound far more indifferent than he felt. He took another sip of his drink, knowing that he should slow down, but he was enjoying the sizzling, fizzy feeling it created in the pit of his stomach far too much.

“I can assure you, what’s underneath his clothes is just as pretty as his face. And incidentally, he is a great lay.”

“Is he?”


Pierce was about to dismiss it and just change the topic, but something in Robert’s face as he eyed the beautiful stranger made him change his mind. He sighed and took the bait. “How do you know?”

Robert’s expression became smug. “I’ve had him. Repeatedly. He’s all mine.”

Pierce quickly raised his glass to hide the smirk on his face. Robert could be fun to talk to, and some of the guys at the club liked him as a Dom, but he also had a reputation for being a shameless show-off who’d make up stories to draw attention to himself.

“Yours?” Pierce didn’t bother to keep the doubt out of his voice this time. It was hard to believe that someone who looked like the guy at the bar was with a man like Robert. Everything about the man’s body language, from the straight back and proudly raised head to the relaxed way he was talking to the bartender, displayed self-assurance and strength—he was a confident, independent alpha male. Master Robert invariably wanted his men tame and submissive.

“Yes.” Robert’s tone and the expression on his face sent a shiver down Pierce’s spine. “You don’t believe me, do you?”

Pierce drew a hesitant breath. “I must admit that he doesn’t look like your usual type.”

“Doesn’t he? What does he look like, then?” A nasty tone had crept into the Dom’s voice but it wasn’t angry, it was…challenging. Competitive. Pierce shrugged and thanked the waiter who had brought their refills. He didn’t want to argue, but apparently Robert was determined to annoy him. And he was beginning to succeed.

“He just doesn’t look like the submissive type to me,” Pierce replied and picked up his glass.

“Looks can be deceptive.”

“Yeah, well, you did ask. I’d say the guy’s a Top. I don’t think he’d so much as bottom for anyone, let alone submit. A pity, really.” Pierce took no small pride in the fact that he had an uncanny ability to not only instantly recognise whether a man was gay or not but to also figure out what they were like in bed within minutes. Before even trying to get them there. So far, he hadn’t been wrong once. He drained half of his drink in one large gulp, preparing to end the conversation, when Robert gave him a malicious grin.

“Wanna do him?”

Pierce made an effort not to choke. “Excuse me?”

“I’ll let you fuck him if you want.” Robert’s grin widened as he leaned in. “And trust me, he is going to bottom.”

Pierce’s breath hitched. Sparks of electricity jolted through his insides and exploded in his groin. It had been ages since the mere thought of sex with someone had got him this turned on this quick. He’d had his fair share of experience and was used to being in control, and yet here he was, his trousers suddenly far too tight for comfort and he felt like a teenager hoping to get laid for the very first time. He stole a glance at the bar. Even though he knew he shouldn’t be, he was interested. Very interested. The idea of exploring the slender, handsome body that lay underneath all that leather was enticing. He hesitated for another moment, then he looked at Robert. “Sure he’s up for that? Shouldn’t you maybe ask him if he’s okay with it before you offer him to other people?”

Grinning triumphantly, Robert shook his head. “He’s okay with whatever I tell him. I’ll take that as a yes, then, shall I?”

Pierce took a deep breath, swallowed and grappled with his self-control some more, but it seemed he was losing the fight. His dick, painfully hard in the confinement of his own leather trousers, was definitely up for it. “Why don’t you introduce us first, then we’ll take it from there.”

“My pleasure,” Robert replied with a sharkish smirk and went to the bar.

Pierce’s heart beat faster as Robert walked up to the attractive stranger and slipped a hand around his narrow waist. The guy stiffened visibly but didn’t move, apart from lowering his head so Robert could make himself heard over the background noise of the club. Whatever Robert told him made his head snap up and he took a step back. Following him easily, Robert invaded his space and crowded him against the solid wood of the bar. Pierce lost sight of the two men for a moment because a small group of people passed right in front of him. When they were gone, Robert was walking in his direction. The stranger followed him like a docile puppy.

He’s got him on a fucking leash, Pierce realised with a jolt. The sight of a black, studded leather collar against the man’s pale skin made his groin ache even more.

“Here we are, boy.” Robert stopped in front of Pierce. “Pierce, this is Noah. My new sub,” he announced and emphasised his point by giving the leash a sharp, unnecessary tug.

Noah flinched almost imperceptibly but stood in perfect display posture. Back straight and shoulders squared, he held his head high and with pride. Only his eyes were downcast and trained firmly on the floor. All in all, he looked beautiful and as tame as over six feet of very well-proportioned man could look.

Pierce wondered how long he’d been in training. Although he himself had chosen to remain an outsider to the lifestyle, he knew enough about it to recognise and appreciate a well-trained sub. Noah certainly appeared well trained but then again, looks could be deceptive.

“Hello, Noah,” Pierce greeted softly. “Nice to meet you.”

Re-Submission #2
“Oh, come on, you’ve got to be joking!” Tyler groaned when the smoke-grey Jaguar in front of him slowed and braked yet again instead of just passing the orange light. “Why does this always happen when I’m in a fucking hurry?” He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and counted to ten. Then twenty. Thirty. The light changed but the Jaguar remained glued to the asphalt and cowered on the road like a beautiful but lazy cat.

“Hel-lo!” Tyler shouted, but nothing happened. Except that the light changed back to red after a short period. “Fuck!”

Tyler thumped the steering wheel and watched the other car. Its driver must have been busy checking stock exchange rates instead of paying attention to the traffic. But then again, with a car like this, the driver was in all probability not the owner but rather some poor soul who had to ferry an overpaid, underworked business executive around. The light went green again and still the Jaguar remained in place.

At last, the driver’s door opened and a slim figure hopped out.

“Damn, how sick can you get?” Tyler muttered. A chauffeur in uniform was one thing, but this one was wearing a uniform made of black leather.

The man went around the car, opened the bonnet and disappeared behind it. Seconds later, he turned up again and walked to the rear of the car where he seemed to be talking to whoever sat in the backseat.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” Tyler unclipped his belt, then got out of the car and slammed the door shut, just to vent some of his frustration. Staring at the Jaguar, he shouted, “I don’t care what your problem is, but could you just remove that pile of scrap so I can get past? I’ve somewhere to be and I haven’t got all day to get there.”

Startled, the driver glanced in Tyler’s direction but not quite at him. He was younger than Tyler had assumed him to be at first sight. He must have been in his early twenties, but skinny and fine-boned and not Tyler’s type. Plus, his nervy fidgetiness was annoying, as was the fact that he didn’t give an answer. Ignoring Tyler, he shifted his attention back to his passenger. Just as Tyler was about to turn around and leave the irritating thing alone, the back door of the car was opened and the mysterious second man emerged.

Tyler froze mid-motion. The driver had been of little interest to him, but the passenger had his entire attention in an instant. Tall and with the kind of posture that suggested a greater physical power than his refined, somewhat snobbish exterior led one to believe, he was right up Tyler’s alley. He was also probably older than him by a few years and quite handsome in a distinguished way. The clothes he wore must have cost more than Tyler earned in a month.

Sugar daddy.

“I apologise for the inconvenience,” the man called out to him. “I’m afraid the car refuses to start and my driver has no idea why that is.” His voice was kind and pleasant but instead of sounding apologetic, there was a decisive tone to it, as if its owner was used to giving orders and being obeyed without question. Tyler liked it. He went to the Jaguar and held out his hand to the stranger without even thinking about it.

“Tyler Kane. Any clues as to what’s wrong with it?”

“Francis Hollister,” the other man replied as he gave Tyler’s hand a brief yet firm squeeze. “And no. The engine just died when we stopped and won’t start again.”

“Do you have enough gas? Uh, petrol?”

“I hope so.” Francis glanced at his leather-clad driver with a faint smile on his face.

Tyler also turned to the boy. “Well, have you?” He got a wordless, weak nod in reply. “Okay. Good. Was there anything unusual with it?”

The boy didn’t answer. He didn’t even meet Tyler’s gaze.

“Hello there, anyone at home? I’m talking to you. You’re the driver, you must have noticed something. Besides, if that’s your job, you should have some idea about cars. So?”

Still, the young man ignored him and Tyler’s anger flared up again. “What’s wrong with you? I’m talking to you. Are you deaf?”

“No, he’s not deaf.” Francis took a step closer to him, blocking the chauffeur with his body. “And I’d appreciate it if you didn’t yell at him.”

“Well, what is the matter with him? Can’t he speak for himself?”

“Not right now, no.”

“Why’s that? Cat got his tongue?”

“He’s ordered to silence,” Francis said.

“He’s what?”

“Ordered to silence.”

“By whom?”



Francis didn’t bat an eyelid as he said, “Because I wanted to.”

Sub-Culture #3
“Fuck, not again!” Noah snatched the duvet under his arm, turned around and buried his head in the pillow.

“Uh, it’s your turn, love,” Pierce reminded him, struggling to recall how to work his voice. If only he wasn’t so incredibly, mind-numbingly tired… He dragged an eyelid open and glanced at the clock on the nightstand, but only because it was there anyway, straight in his blurry line of vision. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have bothered.

An assembly of cool, greenish dashes informed him that it was half past two. That meant he would have three more hours of sleep until he needed to get up. Noah would have four—in theory.

“No way!” Noah’s protest was muffled by the pile of pillows and duvet he’d buried himself under, but it was nonetheless vehement. “It was my turn last night already.”

“Sorry,” Pierce mumbled, half apologetic, half relieved and completely anaesthetised with fatigue. “That was the night before last.”

“Fuck.” The mattress bounced as Noah sat up. There was a noisy inhalation of breath—Noah yawning. “Shouldn’t he be able to make it through the night without another feed by now anyway?”

Right on cue, another long, heartbreaking and ear-splitting wail sliced through what was left of the night’s peace and quiet.

“Try telling him that,” Pierce retorted.

“Pheebs stopped needing night feeds—”

“When she was six months old. I know. But Phinneas just isn’t Phoebe. He is who he is and he happens to need his milk at night so we have to give it to him. You have to give it to him.”

“Yeah, right,” Noah grunted but pushed to his feet. “Coming,” he grumbled on the way out into the hall, then, seconds later, his voice sounded much gentler as he said, “Well, hello, you sleepless little gremlin. Got the munchies again, haven’t you?” More words followed, but they were too low for Pierce to make them out. Knowing Noah, it was a mix of sweet little nothings and good-humoured insults, which was his usual way of dealing with the baby whenever he was overtired and needed to vent some of the resulting grumpiness. Noah would never allow himself to let the fiery side of his temper show around either of their two children. It was what made him a wonderful dad—part of it, anyway. He was patient, generous, funny… Pierce found it increasingly hard to focus on the noises Noah was making in the kitchen while he was preparing the baby’s bottle.

No, they weren’t in the kitchen any longer. Already, Noah’s light-hearted chatter was growing louder as he approached their door on the way back to Baby Phin’s bedroom. Listening to the soothing, familiar tone of Noah’s voice, Pierce let the sweet melody of the faint accent in it lull him back to sleep.

The peace didn’t last long. Thirty minutes, according to the cool, greenish dashes on the alarm clock. The mattress bounced again but, instead of Noah’s six foot tall, hard-muscled body, something—or rather someone—significantly smaller, and also a lot bonier, crept into Pierce’s bed. A tiny, but pointed elbow hit him in the ribs with an accuracy that would have made a professional wrestler proud.

“Fu—Phoebe!” Pierce gasped as the air left his lungs a lot faster than he’d intended it to. “What are you doing here?” He rubbed the spot just left of his sternum. It was going to turn into a nasty bruise.

“Phin woke me up,” Phoebe complained.

“That’s no reason for you to be out of bed at this time,” Pierce pointed out.

“But I can’t sleep.”

“No, of course you can’t sleep when you’re walking around and— Oi!”

Occupying the space Noah had deserted only half an hour ago, Phoebe had snatched the duvet in a very good imitation of her father. Just like he had done earlier, she turned around, buried her head in his pillow and started snoring. So much for not being able to sleep.

Pierce knew he should move her, but the notion of getting out of his warm, almost comfortable nest was more than he could face. Besides, his own limbs felt like lead. How he was supposed to move with the added weight of a twelve-year-old if his own body was too heavy for him to drag out of bed was beyond him. He was still contemplating whether or not he should try to carry her back into her own bed or simply ignore the late-night visitor and go back to sleep when Noah returned. Another half-hour had passed, as the numbers on the alarm clock pointed out. 

Author Bio:
Sage has been passionate about books from a very early age on and dreamt of writing one for years while working on the day job instead. It took a very persistent character in the company of a treasured Muse to finally get the first novel going. The fact that he was gay came as a bit of a surprise, but it explained a lot.

Ever since, Sage has been the willing slave to all the fascinating guys who just keep queuing up and want their stories told. This has resulted in several manuscripts at various stages of completion, so there's always something to work on - preferably at night when the rest of the house is asleep.

Sage's characters often have a dramatic and sometimes traumatic past and need to battle some demons to be with the one they love. It doesn't hurt that they usually get quite a lot of naughty action along the way!


Sub-Mission #1
B&N  /  KOBO  /  iTUNES  /  ARe

Re-Submission #2
B&N  /  KOBO  /  iTUNES  /  ARe

Sub-Culture #3
B&N  /  KOBO  /  iTUNES  /  ARe

The White Gull by Laura Strickland

Title: The White Gull
Author: Laura Strickland
Series: Lobster Cove #1
Genre: Historical Romance
Release Date: October 2, 2015
Publisher: Wild Rose Press
When the trawler White Gull was lost in a storm off the coast of Lobster Cove, Lisbeth O'Shea's husband, Declan, was lost along with it. At least that’s what Lisbeth believes until, a year later, she hears Declan’s voice in the night and sees him haunting the shore near their tiny cottage. Then she wonders… Has grief affected her mind? Or is someone playing a cruel trick?

Town blacksmith Rab Sinclair has loved Lisbeth ever since he arrived in Lobster Cove. Lisbeth has never had eyes for anyone other than the charming, feckless Declan O’Shea, but Rab knows Declan was not faithful to Lisbeth. How can he convince the grieving widow she’s pinned her heart on the wrong man? And when dangerous secrets come to light, how can Rab protect the woman who means more to him than his own life?

Lightning flashed once more, flooding her eyes with brightness. In the doorway of the bedroom stood a figure wearing dripping oilskins with only the sou’wester missing from his bare head.


In the sudden darkness that followed the lightning she moaned his name and then shouted it.

“Declan? Declan, Declan!”

She heard movement, the scrape of a boot on the floorboards, the flap of his coat as he turned and left the doorway.

With a sob, she followed. Hands stretched before her like a blind woman, she felt for him, stubbed her bare toe on the leg of the bedstead and faltered. She blundered from the room in his wake.

The cottage boasted but three rooms: this bedroom they had shared, another smaller bedroom she’d dreamed of someday using as a nursery for her children and the main room which combined parlor and kitchen. The darkness of the main room enfolded Lisbeth like black velvet. She had but a glimpse of paler darkness as the front door opened and closed again.


She followed after him, her heart torn between gladness and pain. He was here! But if he truly were here, returned by some miracle from the same sea that had stolen him, why would he go from her?

She reached the door, tore it open and stared out into the storm. Waves and salt spray poured over the stones in front of the cottage. Static filled the air and lightning arced overhead, the thunder competing for dominance with the crash of the rain.

Wearing only her nightgown, Lisbeth was immediately soaked to the skin. The wind tore at her hair and she strained to catch sight of the figure she had glimpsed in the doorway.

From the cottage, as well she knew, a path led either north to a narrow strip of shingle or south towards Lobster Cove. Which way might he have gone? She could see nothing but storm, the raging elements that matched the furor now in her heart. Would he head down to the sea? Most this coast consisted of sheer rock but the O’Sheas possessed that stony beach where they had hauled up their boats and readied their lobster traps.

The boats were all gone; the White Gull lay in pieces. Why would Declan go there? Having come home to her, why would he leave at all?

She walked barefoot to a break in the rocks where the sea poured in like a gray beast, alive and wild. No one but a madman would be down on that strip of shingle now.

She turned her head toward the track but saw nothing. The thought came to her: maybe I imagined it. But she had heard the scrape of his boots on the floor. She had seen his hair ruffled by the force of the storm.

A dream, then. She’d had them before, yes, but never, never so real. She returned to the cottage where she shut the door and hurried to the fireplace. With clumsy hands, she searched for matches and the stub of a candle. Her fingers shook so violently it took her three attempts to put flame to the wick.

The light took hold slowly and seemed pitifully inadequate. Thrusting it aloft, Lisbeth retraced her steps to the door of her room, careful to keep her now-sodden garments swept back, her eyes on the floor.

A trail of wet led its way to the bedroom door and culminated on the threshold.

The very place where he had stood.

The candle tumbled from her suddenly numb fingers and the flame went out.

Author Bio:
Born and raised in Western New York, Laura Strickland has pursued lifelong interests in lore, legend, magic and music, all reflected in her writing. Though her imagination frequently takes her to far off places, she is usually happiest at home not far from Lake Ontario with her husband and her "fur" child, a rescue dog. Author of Scottish romance Devil Black as well as The Guardians of Sherwood Trilogy, she is pleased to say that His Wicked Highland Ways is her eighth title for The Wild Rose Press.


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Pete Sebastian, Coach by Jean C Joachim

Title: Pete Sebastian, Coach
Author: Jean C Joachim
Series: First & Ten #3
Genre: Sports Romance
Release Date: June 19, 2015
Publisher: Secret Cravings Publishing
Cover Artist: Dawne Dominique
Pete Sebastian, Coach Bass to his team, thought he had his life under control until smart, alluring Jo Parker sashayed into a front office job with the Connecticut Kings. He locks horns with the beautiful female when she implements new ideas to clean-up the team’s rep. Was she there just to push him around or was she the one woman he’s been seeking?

Struggling toward success in the man’s-man world of the NFL, Jo Parker has relied on her brains and determination to get ahead. But her new job at the Kings has one hurdle she hadn’t counted on – a sexy coach standing in her way. How can she kept her mind on her job when all she wants is to get closer, much closer, to the coach?

Can Coach Bass handle a woman in the boardroom and bedroom? Can he keep his heart safe or will the revelation of a secret destroy his dreams, leaving him alone once more?
Caution: Locker room language.

Pete stripped down to boxers and donned his running shorts. Not bothering with a shirt, he headed for the beach. There was no way he could get to sleep after his steamy encounter with Jo Parker. Running would clear his mind and calm his body.

He pulled an elastic with his house key on it over his wrist and left. As he walked down the path to the sand, he thought about Jo. Christ, I can’t stop thinking about her! Chilled by the night air, he started to run. He’d known she was sexy, but the way she had surrendered in his arms, well, surprised wasn’t the word. He never thought she’d fall without a major seduction. Flowers, candy, dinners out—now he could forget that. Next date would end in his bed.

Pete could hardly wait. Searching his memory, he couldn’t remember when he had been so turned on so quickly. She’d had him when she’d walked in wearing that sweater. Shit, I could barely keep my eyes or hands off her breasts. Lust had boiled up in his veins when she’d insisted on seeing his bedroom. Standing there with the sea on one side and alluring Jo Parker on the other, a foot from his bed, he could hardly control himself or ignore the protests from his dick.

Winning the Super Bowl is just the beginning for Coach Bass, as his team calls him. He walks on water, until his world gets turned upside down by a feisty female. When the new V.P. of Publicity turns out to be a gorgeous blonde, Pete is
stopped in his tracks.

Raising twin daughters alone after his wife took a powder, Pete has been too busy to be lonely. But now that his girls are off to college, loneliness has become his constant companion. Bed partners are easy to find, but the right woman, one who loves football almost as much as she loves him isn’t easy. So far, he has come up empty.

With a beautiful woman in the office next door, Pete can hardly concentrate on preparing for training camp. All he wants to do is kiss Jo Parker, but she’s tucked away behind a professional demeanor and not going to play his game.

Never one to throw in the towel, Pete has a strategy to win this woman who keeps one step ahead of him. Can the charming, sexy coach win the affections of the elusive Ms. Parker? Or his he destined to continue on playing a solo game?

Jo Parker is a woman who knows what she wants, right? She thinks she does. A successful woman in the man’s world of NFL front office, Jo has worked hard and taken lots of guff to rise to the level of vice president of publicity.

Her new job at The Connecticut Kings presents a challenge. Not only does she have to clean up the reputation of a team that fired two players for domestic violence, but she has to resist the practically irresistible charms of the coach, Pete Sebastian.

With her pug, Daisy, tucked under her arm, Jo takes Monroe and the Kings by storm. She rolls in, determined to send the players to anger management, to avoid further bad behavior. But they roadblock her at every step. And leading the resistance is the devastatingly handsome, Coach Bass.

Chemistry and mutual attraction short-circuit Ms. Parker’s plans. She finds herself in unfamiliar waters, falling in love. But love is not in her plans. She doesn’t believe in Prince Charming and she’s not about to give up her independence for a roll in the hay.

But loneliness and a hunger for love, born from a sterile childhood, draw her to the warmth and charm of Pete Sebastian. Will she be able to control her emotions, fight through their mutual attraction to focus on the job and only the job?

Author Bio:
Jean Joachim is a best-selling romance fiction author, with books hitting the Amazon Top 100 list since 2012. The Renovated Heart won Best Novel of the Year from Love Romances Cafรฉ. Lovers & Liars was a RomCon finalist in 2013. And The Marriage List tied for third place as Best Contemporary Romance from the Gulf Coast RWA. She was chosen Author of the Year in 2012 by the New York City chapter of Romance Writers of America.

Married and the mother of two sons, Jean lives in New York City. Early in the morning, you’ll find her at her computer, writing, with a cup of tea, her rescued put, Homer, by her side and a secret stash of black licorice.


Pete Sebastian, Coach #3

Griff Montgomery, Quarterback #1

Buddy Carruthers, Wide Receiver #2

Devon Drake, Cornerback #4

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