Take a Peak Tuesday #tuesdayteasers #baseballromance #cowboys

Hi, Ya’ll I thought I would give you another peek at my current WIP. I am not writing yet, I am still self-editing and will be for a while yet. This week I thought I would give a little description of Annie’s favorite place. I hope you enjoy. As usual, I am open to any feedback, but please remember this is a raw first draft.

Baseball Bats and Cowboy Hats Copyright 2016

TJ

I looked around for Annie but didn’t see her anywhere. She hadn’t come back through here so she must have gone outside. Should I follow again or give her space. I should give her time alone. I tried. I really did. For all of two minutes.  I grab my Stetson. It’s old. One of the few things I have left of my dad’s.

It was beautiful outside. There was a hint of a moon, like a little sliver of lighting in the dark sky. I looked around not sure which way she was.  I walked the opposite direction of the barn to the back of the house. There was a white picket privacy fence with lovely flowers around the edges. I opened the gate and lost my breath when I went inside. There was the most beautiful garden I ever saw outside of a magazine. It was like the ones Mama always talked about wanting but not ever managing to make.  One side had beds of green plants and some vegetables I could recognize such as tomatoes. The other side had beds of assorted flowers with stone paths around each section. The back of the garden there were some tall leafy plants some roses in front of that. In the center of it all was a massive octagon fixture with five swings.  A beautiful stone fire pit in the center. In one of the swings sat Annie curled up against some pillows with flower prints.

“Wow! This is beautiful!”

“Thank you. What are you doing out here? I figured you all would want to talk about baseball or games or whatever baseball players talk about.”

“We meet up Monday for our first practice. Simon went to our room to read. He keeps to himself a lot. I hope you don’t mind I came outside to look around. If I’m disturbing you, I can go back in.”   I hope it’s not a lie that I didn’t tell her I was looking for her.

“Oh no, it’s fine. I was going to show you all this tomorrow. Maybe tomorrow evening we can roast some hot dogs or sausages out here and make S’More’s or is that too kiddie? My boys loved doing that up till they left. Well, Christopher did. David wasn’t that big on the hot dogs, but neither would ever pass up S’mores.”

“I haven’t ever had a some more.”

“It’s s’more, no some.  S’mores are graham crackers with a piece of chocolate then you toast marshmallows and put them on it hot.  It melts the chocolate. It’s chocolate and gooey goodness.”

My mouth watered. Not about the cookie thing Annie was telling me about but the way her eyes lit up, -and the way her tongue darted out to moisten her pretty pink lips. I wanted a taste. More than I ever wanted to taste anything in my life.

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So what do you think? Is it too much description? All fluff or does it tell you something about both Annie and TJ?

Take a Peek Tuesday~~Annie’s backstory

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Welcome back to Take a Peek Tuesday. Each week I will post a little tease from what I am currently working on. Right now I am doing a self-edit on a story I wrote during NaNo 2015.  I am hoping to release it this summer.  Baseball Bats and Cowboy hats is a contemporary sports/cowboy romance. It is sweet and spicy with a touch of humor.

Remember this is very raw, not having been beta read or edited.

This week I take up where I left off last week but in Annie’s view.

Baseball Bats and Cowboy Hats Copyright 2016

picture courtesy of pixabay

Annie

What the hell is with this emotion roller-coaster? I come in madder than hell and end up grabbing one of my young charges in an embrace. I meant to comfort him. Instead, I found myself turned on. This young man is sexy as hell. I don’t want to move Thankfully he is smarter than I am and broke the embrace. I wanted that moment to last forever. I wanted to kiss him. I should feel horrible. He is young enough to be my son. Why don’t I?  Why does being with him feel so right?

“I’m sorry.” He placed a finger to my lips to stop me. Heaven help me. I wanted to taste it.

“Don’t. There is no reason to apologize. I appreciated the comfort more than you will ever know” TJ poured us both another glass of tea. I would rather have a shot of Jack.  Maybe later. I don’t want to drink in front of the boys. It would be a bad influence.

“Can I ask you something personal?” he asks, his caramel brown eyes met mine. I hope I am not drooling.

“Yeah go ahead.” I don’t know why I felt so comfortable talking to this young man. And yes, now suddenly I see him as a man. I lay in my bed every night wallowing in self-pity over losing Steve when this young man has lost his father, a brother, and his mother.  From what I gather, he has an uncle that tried to get him to be a part of a gang, yet he has pulled away and somehow managed to go to college on his own. I feel so small in his presence.

“Is there something between you and Caleb?”

I nearly swallow an ice-cube.

“That’s not easy to answer. We go way back. Caleb and my husband Steve were best friends. Both played ball were in FFA and rode horses in the local rodeos. Every girl in school fawned over them.

My dad owned a ranch. He housed animals for the local rodeo teams. He also raised horses and bulls to rent out or sell. He had an arena for the locals to train in and my uncle the co-owner was one of the best trainers around. Caleb and Steve would come over to train and practice. I sat and watched them, helped brush down their horses afterward. Caleb caught my eyes first with his sandy golden hair and crooked bad-boy smile. He always winked at me from the ring. Steve was more laid back, though not a bit less physically handsome. I had a crush on them both for as long as I could remember.  When I started high school, the two handsome cowboys took me under their wings. Steve, Caleb, Vicki, and I became inseparable.

To make a long story short, I married Steve, got pregnant with my first son right off the bat. Steve bought this place for me, knowing I dreamed of having a farm.  We couldn’t afford anything as big as dad’s, or a lot of horses, so I settled on the hobby farm.” I stopped to take a drink of my tea to wash down the knot forming in my throat. I don’t want to cry.

“Where is your husband? We haven’t met him yet.”

Electricity shoots through me as his warm hand covers mine.

“He died when Christopher, my youngest, was eight. Eleven years, and I still miss him. Some days I am sad, other days I am angry at him for leaving me with two kids and a farm to care for all alone.”

“I’m sorry. I had no idea.” He invaded my personal space once again.  Strong hands, running up and down my arms soothing me.

“I guess I should have told you guys I was a widow. It just didn’t occur to me.”

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So what do you think about Annie? Can you relate to her? Is she likable enough? What do you think she needs to improve her character?

Tease Tuesday~~ The Boys are Back.

Hi, Y’all. As you see I’m having a hard time making up my mind on both my blog and writing schedules I think I have finally decided On BaseBall Bats and Cowboy hats I think This would be a good one to get released by summer. This week I am going to post another Teaser for  Simon Plus 2 (working title). Simon Plus Two is the story I started for NaNo and is a spinoff of BaseBall Bats and Cowboy Hats.

I am into the story a bit and Where Simon finally meets Christopher.

This is in Topher’s View. It is very raw. a very quickly written first draft so forgive any error it has not seen any revisions at all.

Simon Plus Two copyright 2016

Topher

I went to the office door and found my suitcases sitting in the hall. There was a note taped to the door. Your bed is empty.Put your shit in there in the morning and don’t wake Simon up. Fuck with him, and I WILL KILL YOU! TJ.
Who does this Fucker think he is? He isn’t my dad never will be!
I walked into my room and not quietly. Yes, I’m still an ass. Besides, I may be little, but I don’t take kindly to threats. I learned when I was younger to take up for myself. Caleb took me for several Martial art classes, and we would also box and brawl in the workout room. I can hold my own. At least in a fair fight and against one person.
I’ve had the last three days from hell. Guns and I argued about my leaving, the drive was long and tedious and now fighting with mom. I look at my phone. I have missed several calls from Guns. I look at the little lump in the other bed. Dam this guy is smaller than I am. How old is he 18? Or younger? Maybe one of those child genius’ that went to college at 16? I think about calling Guns and bellowing into the phone. It is my room. Why should I respect a trespasser? I toss my duffel on the bed where I could find some sleep pants. Standing at the head of the bed, I got a closer look. The boy or man or whatever had golden brown hair. Sun-kissed. His cheeks are high and prominent. He has the thickest kissable lips I’ve ever seen. NO. I cannot think about kissing his lips. I have a boyfriend. Waiting for me to get my business in order and come home. I don’t need Caleb’s money. Guns will teach me to tattoo and hire me he.  He told me so.
My phone buZZes. I decide not to wake the sleeping angel. Don’t ask me why. Maybe my cold heart grew a couple of sizes.
I text Guns. Hey, babe. So sorry I didn’t text back. It’s been a hell of a mess here. T
I’ve been worried sick. You should’ve let me known when you got there. G
It was late when I got to Caleb’s. We went to an all-night diner and ate and he filled me in on stuff. It was into the morning when we got to his place. I didn’t want to wake you. T
Like I was able to sleep with you driving so far home alone? G
I’m sorry ok? It’s been hell. When we got up we came to moms. All that she has done is scream and yell. I’m exhausted and want to sleep. You probably need some too. T
I need to hear your voice. Can you call me? G
Not tonight. There is someone sleeping in my room. They have to get up early for chores.T
I look at the beautiful boy and wonder why I suddenly cared if he slept or not.
How long do you think this shits gonna take? G
I look at the phone. This doesn’t seem like my caring Gun’s; now he seems possessive and demanding.
I don’t know. I will keep in touch.
I sit on the edge of my bed. When I came in the room, my plan was to flip on the light and unpack my stuff. Loudly. I pull out my shave kit, go to the bathroom and brush my teeth.
I drift off into sleep instead of dreaming about being in Guns big arms. I dream about curling around a sweet angel with lips to die for.

I hope you are enjoying the story I may drop one more teaser next week or I may move on to BBB.

Do you like stories with spinoffs? Do you like sports romance? I am not a big sports enthusiast but found that some are pretty good if the sports isn’t predominant.

Teaser Tuesday ~~Simon Plus two~~ A change is coming #MMMromance

Welcome back to Teaser Tuesday. NaNoWriMo is finally over, and I can breathe.  I completed my 50k, but the story needs lots of work. The end got a little rushed, and I have some fluff to remove. But that’s what rewrites are for.  I have introduced Simon,  Topher,  and Max. If you missed it click on their names to check it out. Last week we had a first for Topher. You can find that here.

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 quite the character and experimenting to find himself. Another difficulty is this is my first M/M/ M story.  Lots of firsts for me. I hope 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.

I don’t know if I will continue posting from this story or what comes next. Stop by next Tuesday to see.

WARNING: There is man on man sex involved, and it may be a little steamy. If this isn’t for you. I understand. 

Simon Plus Two  Copyright 2016

This is very raw. I haven’t edited it any.

 

I Break down and finally call mom. Not because I wanted to but because Caleb said I do it or he will tell her what I am up to. I am not ready for her to hear about any of my changes or that I am moving into an apartment thinking of staying in New Orleans. When Caleb told me she is dating one of the players I saw red. It has to be some crazy mid-life crisis. That’s not the plan she was supposed to someday see how good Caleb is and marry him making us a real family.

“Mom. Have you lost your ever-loving mind?”
“Hello, son. Isn’t that what I asked you when you told me you were putting college on hold for a year to explore the states?”
Hmmm.Yeah, I guess she is right.Among all that yelling and tears I believe she dis ask me if I was crazy. I scratch my head. I’m not letting her turn this conversation to me.
“Why on earth did you move five strangers in our house? My room too!”
“Not that it’s any of your business what I do. It is a good cause. You gave up your room when you moved out.”
“I did not move out!” At least she doesn’t know that yet. “ I’m exploring life outside a Podunk town and smelly farm.” I practically yelled, clenching the phone with one hand rubbing my thigh with the other.
“These guys needed a place to stay and didn’t mind taking on the chores and fixing up this ‘Podunk’ farm as you call it. Just in case you have forgotten, it’s slowly falling around me.”
“Caleb could pay someone to fix it. Hell, he would be more than happy for you to move into his house in town. I don’t see why you stay out there anyhow.”
“ Now I know where you got your information. You can call Caleb but not me?”
“Caleb doesn’t yell at me every time I call. That is part of our deal. I have to keep him posted of where I am on a regular basis.”
Oops. Me and my big mouth. I hope she didnt catch my slipup.

“It’s notdidn’tb’s place to fix up my farm or to send you money.”
Shit. She did catch on.
“It is your place to want to help out your mother and keep this farm in the family!”
“Mom, in case you haven’t noticed, neither David nor I want the farm. It isn’t productive, and neither of us has ever cared much for it. Dad didn’t even like it. He only paid the bills on it for you. To keep you happy. It’s what killed him, trying to work a job and help on the farm as well. He is gone, and you can’t keep it up. If you want it that bad, perhaps you should consider Caleb. He will do whatever it takes to make you happy.”
There is a long silence and for a minute I thought she hung up on me.
“Where are you?” She ground out. (another action or sound of her voice
“Oh no! I recognize that voice. You may send me a letter bomb or poison cookies.” I try to lighten the mood—and avoid the question.
I hear a soft whisper. It sounds like a man’s voice.asking he rif she is OK
“Who the hell is that?” I shout. The other person says the same thing more quizzically.
“Christopher the players are coming in from practice. I need to finish getting dinner on the table. You can report back to Caleb that this tactic didn’t work any better than the last. As a matter of fact, I had planned to call him later today. Now I think I better cool off a few days first. Tell him I will see to Lover Boy, that it’s best he stays away until I do call. “
“Wait mom!” I could hear the panic in my voice.
“Caleb had nothing to do with this. I called him. He only filled me in on what was going on there.”
“Why did you call Caleb and not me?”
“You refused me money in the first place. My graduation funds aren’t holding out.”
“You called Caleb for money? How often is he sending you money?”
“Look. What does it matter to you? I’m out of your hair so you can play Hanky Panky with a boy not much older than me.”
I can hear growling and pots and pans clanging in the background. What the hell? Dies she have me on speaker phone?
“I am not playing Hanky Panky with anyone. Not that it’s any of your business who I am with or if I finally do decide to have a relationship.”
“God Mom! Are you actually considering that? What will everyone think?”
“What was it you told me when you left? You didn’t have to have my permission? You are a grown man now?” She tosses my words back at me.
“Well, I do not have to have permission from you! Conversation over and you better learn to enjoy living below your means. Or get a job! Consider your cash cow slaughtered!”

I hope you enjoyed the post. I am interested in what you think. Do You like Topher? what is your opinion of him?

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