Take a peek Tuesday~confessions of Love#valentinesday #mmmromance

 

In honor of Valentine’s Day and since I don’t have anything that is valentines day related. I thought I would post a scene for Simon plus two where the three men declare their love. This snippet is very sexual so if explicit man on man on man- sex isn’t for you. Happy Valentine’s day and come back next week when I will be posting from my current WIP that is M/F contemporary with Cowboys and baseball players.

Today’s post is very rough since it was a NaNo story and hasn’t seen a second draft or edit yet.

Simon Plus Two ( working Title only) copyright2016

Simon’s View

“Tonight I want to prove to you both…” Max turns to Topher taking his face in his hands “… That means you too..how much I love you. ” He takes each of our hands leading us to the bed.
“I don’t bottom. I have long ago in a committed relationship. Never when I’m playing. So to prove to you both I am not playing with you guys. That I  trust and love you, I want you both to make love to me.”
My knees buckle and head spins. I never thought about this. I’ve only bottomed for both Max and Topher. Topher has bottomed for Max. I’ve never topped.
Max takes my face in his hands. “It will be ok love. Not all men like to top. It won’t make you less of a man, and if you never want to again after this it won’t change how I feel. This is a gift to you. To you both.” Max croons, caressing my face.
Topher sits still. Pondering. It’s funny how you can look at him and see his brain working.
“Topher. You Ok?” I ask taking his hand in mine.
“Yeah. Just trying to figure this out.”
“Don’t you want me Topher? I know why Simon is nervous. He hasn’t ever topped. You are versatile.”
“Oh yeah! I want you.” Topher looked over at Max longingly.
“You both have your testing done?” Max asks
We both nod. I have only been with Max but we decided it was only fair we all three got tested.
“Do you want to see mine and Simon’s Topher?”
“I was with Simon. I trust you.”
All three papers are in a folder on the nightstand. Max made it when we brought them in.  He picks up the envelope and slides it in the bottom drawer along with the condom boxes. Max bought me a box when we first got together that is larger than the ones he wears. I was so embarrassed when he showed me them. I haven’t used any of them, though.
“Would either of you like a glass of wine to loosen up?”
I consider it. I decide I want to go into this with a clear head. Topher shakes his head. He hasn’t had a drink since the accident. Seeing him in the hospital wrapped like a mummy was a nightmare. Something I never want to relive.
“Undress me. Both of you.”
I begin unbuttoning his shirt. He takes my lips into a sweet kiss, then ramps it up.I love when he sucks and nips on my bottom lip. He lets out a groan. I push his shirt off his shoulders. Glancing down I can see Topher. He has undone Max’s jeans and licking his thigh as he slides the jeans down Max’s long legs. Holy shit that’s hot.
“Kiss me, Simon. My chest. He whispers huskily. I work my way down his square jaw, his throat stopping at one nipple I take it in my mouth.
“Oh Holy Christ!” Max shouts. I can hear Topher humming and moaning. I angle myself not stopping my assault on Max’s nipples. Topher has Max in his mouth. I nearly lose it watching Topher lick and suck. It’s one of my favorite things. He gets into it. Max screams out as Topher runs his tongue piercing over his sensitive skin dipping it in his slit. I thought that would hurt when I first watch him do it. I found out how good it feels when He did it to me one night.
“Guys. Guys. You gotta stop. I’m going to blow. I stop. Topher keeps going, swallowing Max all the way. He grunts when Max pulls him up by the long wisp of his hair. Licking his lips hungrily, looking at us both like we are juicy steaks. Damn, he is one bad, bad boy.
Max swats him playfully on the bottom.
“Undress each other for me.”
Topher grabbed me roughly, his lips crashing down on mine. The taste of another man no longer bothers me. I love tasting Max on Topher. I chase after Topher’s mouth as he breaks the kiss to pull my shirt over my head. I take the chance and pull his of too. He drops to his knees to slide my jeans off. He takes my hard dick into his mouth sucking hard. I’m so aroused I’m not sure ill make it to taking Max.
“Enough Topher,” Max growls from the bed. I glance over to see he is slowly stroking himself.

”Simon take Topher’s pants off.
I unfasten Topher’s jeans, and they drop to the floor. He wears the looser kind. I drop to my knees to tease Topher. I lick and toy with him.
“Simon. Dammit guys. If you two don’t behave.” He leaves the treat in the air. I’m tempted to pull a Topher and ignore him. I like the playful spanks he gives us for misbehaving. He has threatened to buy a whip and taking lessons to tame Topher. I don’t think there’s any taming that man.
Max motions us to come to him pulling us both onto his lap.
“How do you want to do this. Who want to go first?”
Topher and I look at each other. “I think Topher should.”
“Are you sure Simon.”
“Yes. I want to watch you make love to Max.”
“Ok enough Talk.”
Max stands up holding me close to him.
He presses my shoulders showing me where he wanted me. I drop to my knees noticing Topher on his knees behind Max.
Oh, hell is he gonna …
Max shouts some expletives his hips thrust forward.
Yep. Topher is rimming Max.
I take Max into my mouth licking and sucking.I can barely keep from gagging as he bucks forward.
“Oh, God. Oh, oh Shit Fuck. TOPHER! I need you inside me.” Max cries out, pulling my head up.
“Give me a minute, baby. I need to catch my breath. Lay on the bed for me,  your head to the bottom. You can continue while Topher fucks me.”
I do as I’m told. Max climbs above me on his hands and knees from where I lay I can see Topher as he kneels above Max. I hear the snick of a lid, then see Topher’s slender fingers rubbing at Max’s hole. I get busy licking underneath Max’s shaft. I can’t take him in the position I am in so I lick, nip at the skin and playfully suck and lick his balls. He breaths heavy and moans as Topher’s plays him like an instrument.
“Simon, roll over onto your stomach and suck him.”
Max is begging and pleading Topher to take him. I turn over on my stomach lift up and take Max into my mouth. Max shouts as Topher entered him in one fast thrust. I can feel Max tense and breathe hard. Topher begins a slow, steady pace behind Max. I match that pace with my mouth. Max is steadily cursing.
Oh God that’s it. Shit. ‘Right there. Yes.”
I swallow and hum. Max screams as my mouth is flooded with his spend. It’s all I can do to take it all. Makes is huffing and breathing hard as Topher is still steadily moving behind him I lay and watch as Topher’s beautiful cock slides in and out, I realize I’m humping the bed hard. A steady hand presses down on my ass.” No Simon. You can’t get off yet.
Suddenly Topher throws back his head and lets out his yell. Max moans as Topher fills him. I roll out-of-the-way as they both collapse in a heap.
We lay there for several minutes.
I love you both. Max kisses first me then Topher.
I love you both too. Topher kisses me and then Max.
I pull them together kissing them both at once I love you both too.

 

I hope you enjoyed the post. Do you like MMM stories? What did you think of the scene?  Was it too explicit? What could it need more of or less of? I appreciate all comments.

Teaser Tuesday~Simon Plus Two~Simon #NaNoWriMo #MMMromance

Welcome back to Teaser Tuesday. I am still working on NaNo and coming to the finish line.  Last week we Met Topher. This week I would like to introduce Simon. He is also in my M/F  Book Base Ball Bats and Cowboy Hats. I loved him so much I decided to write his story. This will be standalone.  I made it so those that don’t care for MM romance can enjoy Baseball bats and Cowboy Hats and those that don’t care for M/F and read only M/M can enjoy this one without needing to read BaseBall Bats and Cowboy hats. It has been a challenge to write in real-time with the other book and not make it sound like the same book. This is entirely a different story.  This way those of us that like to read both genres can read both books and not get the same thing twice.  Another challenge for me is this one is a lot steamier than I usually write. Topher is the character and experimenting to find himself. Another Challenge is this is my first M/M/ M story.  Lots of firsts for me. I hope it you enjoy it as much as I have written it. I hope to have it out late next year after Baseball Bats and Cowboy hats debuts.

Let’s meet Simon.

Simon Plus Two(working Title) copyright2016

Mark laughs, washes his hands and slips on a rubber glove. I wait until he has his goat and is settled.
“About last night.” We say in unison.
“You go first.” I gesture to him.
“I was up late last night thinking about our date. I had a great time. I like you a lot.It didn’t seem like you were as into me as I am you when we kissed.” He keeps his eyes trained on the goat in front of him.
“I’m sorry Mark. I like you a lot. I had a good time talking to you. I think I’m not ready for anything else yet. We didn’t have a lot in common.”
“Simon, I know your young. You probably don’t have a lot of experience. Love doesn’t happen overnight . You have to work for it. Give a person time. You don’t have to be in love to have sex.”
“I disagree with that. I know relationships take time. I’m not that naïve. I don’t believe in sex just to get off. I want more. I’m sorry. I don’t mean to hurt you. I hope we can stay friends.”
We both move our goats out into the field to let them get some sun and grass. I am extra nervous with no barriers between us. He pulls me into a tight embrace. His lips meet mine. Again no sparks. It’s sweet and gentle. He lets me go with sorrow in his eyes.
“I like you a lot. If you change your mind and want to try more let me know. In the meantime yes we can be friends. If you ever need anything you can count on me.”
“Thanks.”
With two of us working it doesn’t take long to finish up.
This morning TJ and I are heading out to the homeless shelter to start a baseball league for them. There are a couple of boys homes, group homes, women’s centers and shelters in Edenfield and Putoxi, a town not far away. We have to see how many are willing to play and the ages. Rick said he would help us and be an umpire. I‘m surprised at how many signed up. We have enough to make a little league team with the 11 and 12 year olds. The 6-8 year olds we are going to start with t ball then move them into softball. The 9-10 year olds Rick said to use a softball. We had a few girls interested so we let them join in their respective age groups. They were too cute to say no to. It’s mainly for fun and to keep them off the streets, and to teach them to get along with others. I’m going to fund getting them uniforms.
TJ and I took the 9-10-year-olds. Some of the other players took the other age groups. We get to meet our team today. We head back to the ballpark to wait for them to arrive.
“Hey, guys.” Rick greets us.
“Hi coach.” TJ and I said in unison.
“This is a great thing you’re doing guys. I hope you know what you’re getting into. This won’t be an easy task. I hope you realize the work. With your chores at the farm, practice, and games you will be exhausted.”
“Yes sir. We thought it over for a while and discussed it. We decided practice with the boys after our practice for an hour three days a week. When have to do away games we will have to adjust their schedules.”TJ replied in his usual cocky manner.
Suddenly a bus pulls up and a herd of noisy children explode out. We have little boys going in all sorts of directions. TJ goes one way. I go another and Rick yet another. I feel like a sheep dog. The Driver and director of them look frazzled. I’m beginning to see why Rick asked if we were sure of this and they haven’t been here ten minutes. “Do you need us to stay?” The director asked. TJ. Heck I don’t know. I was hoping Rick would answer.Go enjoy yourselves for an hour or so.”TJ jumped in and answered. I look at him like he’s crazy.
“It’s cool Simon We can do this. They’re just excited.” He is bouncing himself.
It takes a few minutes but between the three of us we get them to sit in the dugout. They thought that was cool.
“Ok, guys how about we introduce ourselves,” TJ announced. I pulled out the Sharpie and the cool baseball shaped labels we found to write their names on. This will make it easier for us to remember their names.
“I’m not a guy!” A cute pixie-faced little girl with brilliant red hair and freckles stands up She places her hands on her hips, her mouth in a tight line and her eyes squint. Oh boy this one is going to rival all the boys.
“And gals. I’m sorry. How about you start. What’s your name honey?” TJ flashes his million dollar smile that usually melts all women’s hearts.
“It’s Becca and don’t call me honey!”
It’s all I can do to suppress a giggle. Coach Rick doesn’t even try.
“TJ, it looks like you met a girl who can resist your charms.” Coach chuckles.
“Don’t laugh at me.” The little redhead growls. Yes she growled. This is one scary ten-year old.
“Here ya go Miss Becca.” I write her name on one of the labels and show her how to put it on her shirt. I sure am not going to touch her. I’m sure I’d end up with a black eye.
It’s just Becca. Not Miss. You didn’t put Miss on there did ya?” She snatches the tag and inspects it closely. She places it on her shirt were I showed  and grins.
One down fourteen to go. This may be a long hour.
“Ok, Let’s go down the line. Next.”
TJ points to a tall African-American boy with lots of braids in his hair. “I’m Terrence Smith.”
Next. TJ points to the one beside Terrence as I get his sticker on him.
“I’m Jeremy Adkins.”
“Do you go by Jeremy or Jerry?”
“Jeremy.”
I hand him his sticker. The next one is Garry Wolfe. He is Tall and stocky and looks older than 10 or 11.
Akira Ichiro is a small Asian boy. I think he so adorable with his narrow brown eyes.
Benny Graves is a chunky, pale complexioned boy. He doesn’t look happy to be here.
Joel Robertson is an average Caucasian boy with brown hair and brown eyes.
Dwayne Morgan is a light brown-skinned boy with the prettiest almond colored eyes.
Estevan Sanchez and Domingo Alverez are both Hispanic. They make me think of TJ.
Wilson Arnold, Nathaniel Roberson, Darrin Bennett, Larry Norman are all Caucasian. Nathaniel is also big for his age and tan. I can tell he has been outside a lot.
“Ok guys and gal. Thanks for sitting still while we did introductions.” TJ shouts over the din. Yeah he exaggerated a lot when he said sitting still. We had them trapped in the dugout. Coach stood at the entrance I stood at the exit so they couldn’t run around in the field.
“I am TJ, this is Simon. He waves his hand towards me. “This is Simon.
He waves towards me. We will be your coaches. This is Rick he is our coach and will be your Umpire.”
The bus pulls back up and the kids all groan.
“We wanted to play ball” several shouted out.
“We will try out and find out who plays what next week. For now be good to your advisors or they wont bring you back.” Tj lines up the kids and marches them to the bus.

I thought this  was a cute excerpt with the little league kids. Remember this is very rough draft. It has not been edited at all and will undergo serious work after NaNo.

I hope you enjoyed it. Do you have any suggestions to make this excerpt better?  Do you like M/M contemporary romance?

 

Cat’s Meow~~Reviews that Purr~~Playing Catch by Rachelle Ayala

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Hi Y’all! Welcome back to Cat’s Meow! May is nearly over, can you believe that? School is out, it’s time for swimming, picnic, baseball, hotdogs and apple pie!

I have with us again one of my favorite authors, Rachelle Ayala and one of her sports romances, Play Catch. This is a full length novel and man is it sexy! Before I get to the review, I asked Rachelle to share with us a favorite picnic recipe.

Savory Golden Potatoes [tastes good both warm or chilled as a potato salad] serves 6

You will need

5-6 yukon gold potatoes; cubed
1 large chopped onion
1-2 cloves diced garlic
1 corn on the cob scraped off the cob (or frozen corn kernels)
1 package sliced mushrooms
1/2 tsp pepper
1 Tbsp. Olive oil

Salt to taste

To Make

Brown onions in oil. Add mushrooms and corn

. Stir in potatoes. Season with black pepper and salt

Turn heat to low and cover with a lid.

Cook 30 minutes until potatoes are cooked through

 

playing catch

 

Title: Playing Catch

Series: A Baseball Romance

Author Rachelle Alaya

Publisher:  Amiga Book (January 26th 2016)

Pages: 297

Genre: Contemporary, heart-wrenching tale of childhood abuse and recovery,Sports romance

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Jeanine Jewell gets her story next in Playing Catch, a heart-wrenching tale of childhood abuse and recovery.

On the field and off the field, bartender Jeanine Jewell plays, collecting one-night stands like baseball cards. She doesn’t need a man, except to curl her toes and make her scream. She’s learned the hard way that love is about control and manipulation—and the last thing she can handle is letting herself be vulnerable, or having anyone discover her shameful secret.

Scoring women is easy for catcher Kirk Kennedy—they don’t call him “Catch and Release” for nothing. He never goes back for a repeat performance. Being traded to a new city is an opportunity for new adventures—until he runs into Jeanine and she refuses to go home with him.

Intrigued, Kirk is determined to catch the elusive blonde and keep her to himself. When he proposes a wingman to wingwoman friends without benefits relationship, he’s surprised she accepts.

The no benefits clause soon falls by the wayside when neither Jeanine or Kirk can resist their explosive chemistry together. But despite the sparks between the sheets, they both refuse to acknowledge they’re anything more than friends.

Everything changes when Kirk discovers his past is the one Jeanine is hiding from …

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Chapter 1

Some nights, Jeanine Jewell hated herself. Actually, make that most nights.

Twenty-nine years old, part owner of her own business, she was single and definitely not available—at least for more than a night. Her blond hair, sky-blue eyes, and trim figure draped with designer clothing ensured her a steady supply of attractive and desirable men—the type who play, but not for keeps. Which suited her just fine and kept life exciting and fun—or so it seemed to those standing outside the closed doors.

Jeanine pulled on her skinny jeans and tugged her tank top in place, checking her bra straps. The man she’d hooked up with was already snoring like a mad dog. He’d been hot while he kept it up, but unlike his muscles and studly physique, he and that thing between his legs ran out of steam shortly after crossing home plate.

Jeanine plucked the baseball card from the nightstand. Sam Forster, first baseman for the New York Minutes, an expansion team who had to winter out west in Arizona instead of Florida where other east coast teams trained.

She snickered. It was no wonder they called them Minutemen, because one thing was for sure, he’d been fast. She pulled out a black leather notebook. After sliding in the baseball card, she wrote his name, dated it, and scored him. A nine in looks, but a four in bed, and that was being generous.

The hotel he stayed at was five star. His tousled dark brown hair over a chiseled Hollywood handsome face was a heartbreaker. But when it came to performance, Jeanine wondered if she’d be better off testing sex toys.

Except she had an image to keep up, and no one could ever know that she didn’t like sex.

Because she did. Right? Loved it and had the little black book to prove it.

After scanning the upscale room to make sure she hadn’t left anything, Jeanine quietly let herself out. Sam would probably wonder where she went, but maybe not. She never spent the night. Ever.

Let other women whine and moan for cuddling, or wish for after-sex conversation. Jeanine wasn’t made that way. Once the deed was done, her interest level dropped faster than a wrecking ball over a graveyard. Her main goal was to get away, to never look the guy in the eye again, to shield herself from the fake promises to call or the general awkwardness of a sober morning after once the intoxicating hormones of sex and power had dissipated.

It was a little after one in the morning, and the plush burgundy carpeted corridor appeared empty. Jeanine strode briskly toward the elevator. As she turned the corner, a man came out of another hotel room and shut the door slowly so that the lock barely clicked.

Holy hot tomato. Jeanine’s breath caught in her throat.

He was a hunk in tight stretched pants that outlined his fine ass and muscular thighs, and the build? Over six feet tall and broad shouldered without an inch of fat to soften the chiseled marble of his physique.

He ran his sturdy hand over his dirty blond hair, smoothing it back and put on a baseball cap. Rattlers, the hometown team, who’d beaten the Minutemen in tonight’s first spring training game.

Jeanine swallowed her drool, considering. Perhaps this Rattler would rattle her cage and make her scream longer than a minute. But then, even she had standards, and sleeping with another man so soon after her rather forgettable encounter was gross.

“Calling it a night?” She asked, since there was no way to avoid him. She owned the Hot Corner Bar and Grill where many of the Rattlers hung out at, but she’d never met this ballplayer before. Even doing his walk of shame, he looked fresh and peppy.

His too gorgeous blue eyes raked her with a spark of reignited heat. Oh yes, he knew exactly what she was doing skulking down the corridor of a five-star hotel shortly after midnight. Her makeup was off, hair rumpled, and despite smoothing her tank and draping it with a well-worn chambray shirt, she still had that freshly romped look.

But then, it was obvious what he’d been up to. Covering his bed head with a baseball cap? His white shirt was not buttoned correctly and one tail was tucked into his slacks while the other hung out, as if he was advertising what he’d been doing. A buttery, leather jacket was slung over his shoulder, and if it hadn’t been for the misbuttoned shirt, he could have stepped out of a magazine ad for fine men’s wear.

His lip twisted with a confident smirk, he extended his hand for a shake. “Care for a nightcap downstairs?”

Yowza, was he fast. But then, her quickie had left her with plenty of time to kill. One in the morning was still early for a bartender. It was her night off, and she could definitely go a second round—at the bar.

“Why not?” She shook his warm, firm hand, noting the well muscled forearm. Yep. Definitely a ballplayer. “How about we hop back to The Hot Corner? I’m Jeanine, the owner, and I haven’t seen you around.”

“That’s where my new teammates hang out. Kirk Kennedy, catcher. Just got traded to the Rattlers.”

“Ah, I figured you’re new in town. You know Brock Carter? Ryan Hudson?”

“Yep, but I don’t hunt where my teammates hang, if you know what I mean.” Again, he seared her with those clear blue eyes. “I know this great Mexican joint open until three. Hottest tamales in town.”

“New in town and scoring hot tamales already?” She quirked an eyebrow at him, amused that he’d recommended her rival in baseball bars, the unimaginatively named Home Plate. “Sure. I don’t mind checking out the competition and doing a little mystery shopping.”

He offered her his arm, an incredibly gentlemanly gesture, considering they met on their walks of shame.

Jeanine wet her lips and broke into a grin. Maybe, just maybe this night was salvageable.

# # #

Kirk Kennedy was feeling like a couple of million bucks—the numbers on his contract and a new town meant plenty of new faces, figures, and fun.

He loved women, loved their smiles, their stimulating scent, their luscious bodies, and the way they felt beneath, on top, in front and around him, but only for a single night. No expectations and no repeat performances.

Tonight’s pickup hadn’t left him satisfied. What had appeared sexy and hot at the bar turned into a woman who wanted the lights off. So he’d gotten the job done, groping in the dark, but couldn’t wait to hightail out of her room. She was some sort of sports reporter, not that he really cared to find out more.

When she went to the bathroom to clean up, he’d hastily pulled on his clothes, buttoning his shirt in the dark room and snuck out.

The gods must have been smiling on him, because pow! A hot, mussed up blonde still glowing and breathing rapidly from her own encounter strolled by on her walk of shame—or the way she wore it, he’d have to say walk of pride.

She was fairly tall, slender with well-rounded boobs, and legs a mile long—legs that would feel at home wrapped around him or kneeling over him as she rode him hard like a bucking bronco. The lean, well cut clothes and the BMW key fob dangling from her fingers showed her to be a woman of substance—one who played on her own terms without the need for gold digging.

Yep, the gods were smiling.

After chatting her up, he’d asked Jeanine to have a post-sex snack with him. He offered her his arm, and she slipped her elegant hand around the crook of his elbow.

Somehow, Kirk didn’t feel as tawdry leaving the hotel with this woman on his arm. Despite the circumstances, she held her head high and looked classy. She wasn’t dressed fast and loose, but classy: wearing a sedate pair of jeans, a soft work shirt over her white tank and hand-tooled white cowgirl boots. He nodded at the doorman and stepped into the cool Arizona night.

“Mind if we walk?” he asked. “I only have my bike here and no extra helmet for you.”

“I’ve a car,” she said. “I never leave myself without a way out.”

“So, you drove him here?”

“Did you ride her here on your bike?”

Kirk took a closer look at Jeanine. She wasn’t early twenties and stupid, but she was definitely not a cougar. If he were to guess, he’d say she was in her mid to late twenties, and yes, it was smart for a woman to take care of her own travel.

“I met her downstairs at the bar. That’s her hotel room, not mine,” he explained.

“Same here. I mean. That’s his room. I never bring them back to my place.”

“Smart.” He draped his leather jacket over her shoulders. “If we’re walking, you have to stay warm.”

“How about you? Don’t you have to keep your muscles in tip top shape? You boys are playing every day, with only one day off the whole month.”

He put his arm over her shoulder, trapping the jacket on her. “Back where I’m from, it’s still snowing. Besides, the hellfire hot tamales will warm me right back up again.”

And if he were lucky, he’d get a taste of that tamale between her legs.

She giggled, shaking her head. “Or have you on the run—to the john. Seriously, you ought to try our nuclear wings—on the house.”

“Still trying to get me to your corner?” He pulled her into a brisk walk down the sidewalk.

“They don’t call it The Hot Corner for nothing.” She nudged him with her elbow.

Yep, he’d bet all her corners were hot and spicy, but he had a rule. He avoided running into anyone he bedded. Which worked great in New York City, but not so great if the hottest woman in Phoenix owned a bar where all his teammates hung out at.

Things could get complicated fast, and Kirk Kennedy did not do complications.

[END OF EXCERPT. To read more, please order Playing Catch from Amazon]

MY REVIEW

4 meows and 4 purrs ( lots of heat)

I am going to warn anyone  with emotional triggers this story deals with Child abuse and rape, I will add that it is well written and handled tastefully with a happy ending.

Jeanine appears to be a strong independent woman. She is part owner of a Bar with her best friend Marsha and is supermodel beautiful. All men want her which makes it easy for her to  have her one night stands. She has rules. She never plays in her home territory ( her bar or the home team), she never sleeps over, never brings a man into her home, and never sees him twice. Everything is fine. Until she meets Kirk doing the same walk of shame she is.

Kirk has his own issues and never sees the same woman twice, doesn’t want a family or children because he doesn’t want  to chance  bringing a child up like he was, left at baby sitters while his parents have flings. Until he meets the beautiful Jeanine and wants to know what makes her tick.

This is a fabulous story of two broken people finding each other and  falling in love. It is not instant love, but a slow burn that has many obstacles. There are lots of twists and surprises. Some rather shocking.

I will say one thing threw me off. There were a few things that happened towards the end that threw me off and I would have liked a little more on that. It didn’t really have a bearing on the story was just a couple characters and also Kirks brother. There was a mention od Marsha and Brock getting treatment and I am like where did this happen and why was it brought up?  The story seemed to get rushed at the end. Other than that it was awesome.

If you like strong women, baseball players, stories dealing with surviving child abuse and emotional abuse, and a great love story this is for you!

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Meet Rachelle:

Rachelle Ayala is a bestselling author of contemporary romance and romantic suspense. Her foremost goal is to take readers on a shared emotional journey with her characters as they grow and become more true to themselves. Rachelle believes in the power of love to overcome obstacles and feels that everyone should find love as often as possible, especially if it’s within the pages of a book.

Her book, Knowing Vera, won the 2015 Angie Ovation Award, and A Father for Christmas garnered a 2015 Readers’ Favorite Gold Award.

She is also a writing teacher and founder of the Romance In A Month writing community. She lives in California with her husband and has three children and two birds.

Message from the Rachelle

Hello, everyone. I am a writer who loves to combine romance with suspense and humor. My foremost goal is to take you, the reader, on a shared emotional journey with me as my characters grow and become more true to themselves. I believe stories are the means for us to connect and experience life in new ways. As a writer, I’m privileged to share my private dreams and visions with readers. I’m a romantic. I believe in the power of love to overcome obstacles and feel that everyone should find love as often as possible, even if it’s within the pages of a book. Happy reading and loving!

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Books by Rachelle Ayala

Michal’s Window

 Sports Romances

Played by Love

Playing the Rookie

Roaring Hot!

Playing Without Rules

The Remingtons: Leap, Laugh, Love

Intercepted by Love [Parts 1 – 6]

Playing Catch

Christmas Romances

A Father for Christmas

Christmas Flirt

Christmas Stray

A Pet for Christmas

Christmas Lovebirds

Santa’s Pet

Jewells in Love

Whole Latte Love

Chance for Love

Broken Build

Hidden Under Her Heart

Knowing Vera

Sánchez Sisters

Taming Romeo

Claiming Carlos

I hope you try the recipe if ya do let me know how you liked it. I am going to try it soon.  I have read a few of Rachelle’s books and loved them..this one included.

Remember…If you can Dream if ~~You can do it

#snippetsunday~~Who’s that #sexy #cowboy?

Snippet Sunday

Hi, Y’all! It’s time for Snippet Sunday again. I didnt get a lot of work done last week but I did get a few good chapters in. Last week I left you hanging with a sexy cowboy. Would you like anther look at him?

This is a rough draft and the only eyes on it has been mine… so remember this is a diamond in the rough please be kind.

Baseball Bats and Cowboy Hats copyright 2015

Here we go again. Caleb is smothering me with his help.  I can’t seem to get it through his thick skull that I need to do this on my own.  He isn’t my husband. My husband is no longer here.

“And I told you I don’t want that. I can’t pay you back.” Sometimes I wonder if I should break our friendship, so he night move on with his life. I’m too selfish for that. I need him. Only not the way he wants me to need him.

“I never said anything about payback. I promised Steve I would take care of you and the boys.” The sadness in his voice almost makes me change my mind. Almost.I look towards the barn. The thought of the young man inside makes me wonder f he is right. Maybe this is a big mistake. I can feel the change in the air.

I am not a kid Caleb. I need to take care of this myself. This arrangement is a win-win for the boys and me. What are you doing here this early anyhow?” As if I had to ask.

“I always come out on Friday for our ride. And date.” He added. The seductive smile on his handsome face could melt steel off a locomotive. That must mean I’m stronger than a train engine.

“Caleb we aren’t dating. And I told you I couldn’t ride tonight.” I contemplate grabbing my egg basket I sat on his truck and making a run for it.

 

“I don’t see why not. These men are old enough to take care of themselves.” He leans back against his shiny, navy blue pickup, long, slim legs encased in tight designer jeans cross over his boots.

I am not a train engine.

“Perhaps it would be good for you to join us and meet the boys tonight. I’m planning a get to know each other session.”

“They are not boys; Annie, They are not your sons or foster kids. They’re grown men. You need to get that through that thick, cute skull of yours” Exhaling in exasperation he pushes himself upright. “Fine, I will join you.” Clenching his jaw and rubbing the back of his neck he concedes.

I’m on my way in to clean up and put dinner on the table. It will be half an hour or so if you want to visit Loverboy.

“Has he been brushed down today?” His voice softens at the mention of his horse.

“No, it’s been a bit wild today. I’ve only done the feeding today and egg gathering.” TJ is out finishing up in the barn. I think he will be a great asset to me.”

About that time TJ strode out of the barn, peeling off his work gloves as he swaggered toward us.

 

I hope you are enjoying Annie. TJ and the gang.  

If you are in the mood for more fun snippets, our eclectic group has a wide variety of stories!

Skate on over to visit V. L. Locey.  For some super sex Hockey romance http://thoughtsfromayodelinggoatherder.blogspot.com/  This week I am told its something new.

If you would like a taste of a paranormal fantasy trek on over  to visit  Ellie Mack. https://quotidiandose.wordpress.com/   for some Valkyries Curse

Visit Misty Harvey  https://mistyharvey.wordpress.com/     if you dare! She writes horror, so this should be interesting!

As you see, we have a little bit of everything!  Hopefully, you can find a new book or author our 4 to add to your list!

If you can dream it…You can do it!

#snippetsunday~~Incoming hotness!

Hi,Y’all! It’s time for another Snippet Sunday. This week’s plans all went to the proverbial hell in a handbasket. I only got one scene worked through. I had all sorts of family and business stuff come up. The business one I may rant about later this week.  But I did get a little and would like you to meet TJ my sexy but young leading man and his best friend Simon.

Remember this is still a draft. It has not  seen professional eyes so please be easy on me…though if you see any big issues I would you to bring it to my attention. Just please be polite about it.

Baseball Bats and Cowboy Hats Copywrite 2015

Chapter one~~ TJ

The ride to Bloomville Iowa seemed to take forever. After school was out, Simon  Beckner(do I need his last name here?Or let coach introduce him, later on, > invited me to go home with him. Not only has he been my roommate and best friend for the past three years, but he is also like a brother. I don’t know what I would do without him. His family treats me as one of their own. It was nice spending a week at Virginia Beach in their summer home, but man did it make for a long ride back to Iowa.

  I jumped at the chance when Rick  Davidson,  Head Coach of the Edenfield Eagles, called with the offer to stay on a hobby farm if I would donate a couple of hours a day to some farm chores. Finding out our host had horses, I nearly screamed in extasy. I think I scared Simon half to death when I got that call. Not only do I get to play baseball in a prospect league with an opportunity of draft, I finally get to work on a real farm.  It’s like a double dream come true.

 Later that day Simon got the same offer. I was overjoyed. Playing ball, working with horses and my best friend. I couldn’t ask for more.  There is supposed to be a total of six of us staying at the same farm. Having so many men in one place could be interesting.

So what do you think about my leading man TJ and his best buddy? Do you like switching views or is it too confusing?

If you are in the mood for more fun snippets our eclectic group has a wide variety of stories!

Skate on over to visit V. L. Locey.  For some super sex Hockey romance http://thoughtsfromayodelinggoatherder.blogspot.com/ This week, I am told its something new.

If you would like a taste of a paranormal fantasy trek on over  to visit  Ellie Mack. https://quotidiandose.wordpress.com/  some Valkyries Curse

Take your flashlight with you before entering the dark lair of Author Misty Harvey’s   https://mistyharvey.wordpress.com/    if you dare! She writes horror, so this should be interesting!

As you see we have a little bit of everything!  Hopefully, you can find a new book or author our 4 to add to your list!

If you can dream it…You can do it!

 

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