Come chat with V.L. Locey and R. J Scott ~ #newrelease


Cat *Beebobs in singing badly to Soak Up the Sun*

“OOPs! Hi ya’ll” *Blushes taking of my earphones. * ” I am so excited! Today I have not one but two of my favorite authors stopping by.” *Pulls out two chairs on the patio*

“Hi V.L. and R.J. Thanks for dropping by. Can I offer you a glass of Tea, lemonade, wine or a mixed drink?”

V.L. – Generally it would be water but since we’re celebrating a book release, bring on the wine!

R.J. – Tea, I’m not a great drinker… hell, who am I kidding, wine please… no… not a glass… just give me the bottle

Cat “Would you like a grilled veggie sandwich, chicken kabob, beef kabob, burger or something?” *motions to the tray of grill food. *

V.L. – Burger for me.

R.J. – What is a kabob? Is that like chicken on a stick? *Cat nods* I’ll have that please J

Cat “I hope you don’t mind the soundtrack I have running I have a habit of turning on my iPhone while I’m sitting out. This is some country,80’s and of course Adam Levine. Do you have a favorite channel or a playlist and what’s usually on it?”

V.L.  – I can’ work with music or the TV on. I get easily distracted. I DO make up playlists for my characters as part of my process of getting to know them better though.

R.J. – I like a whole load of songs, and I listen to songs as I am writing. They have to be songs I know so that I can almost *tune them out* if that makes any sense… My favorite song of all time is Like A Prayer by Madonna.

Cat “I love sitting on my patio reading and entertaining. What do you like to do in your downtime?”

V.L. – Watch Rangers hockey or any hockey really. I like to read, practice yoga, walk, play video games, and read comic books on my down time. What little there is of it.

R.J. – Reading and watching films mostly sums me up. I am a couch potato who loves to live in the worlds created by the books or the TV. Oh and hockey, all the hockey J

Molly my terrier comes up for some attention, followed by Kitness. Kitness rubs against V.L. and R.J.’s legs, Chloe peeks around and curls up in the sun ignoring them.

“Do you have pets?”

V.L. -A few. =D We have two Jersey steers, chickens, geese, two cats and a dog.

R.J. – Holds breath as I am allergic to cats:

*Cat takes the cats back inside*

O I have a dog, Jack. He’s a black lab and he’s just turned 12. He’s in a couple of my books – Last Marine Standing, and of course, Guarding Morgan J

Cat “For those of us that don’t know you tell us a little about yourself.”

V.L. I’m from the mountains of Pennsylvania and I write mostly MM romance, generally hockey although I do dabble in non-hockey contemporary as well as some MM paranormal. I also have an M/F hockey romance series as well.

RJ – I’m from England, in a town about 40m NW of London and I’ve been writing what seems like forever. From essays to long handed fan fiction at the age of 12 I am all about the writing. I found MM Supernatural fan fiction in 2007 or so, and I haven’t looked back. I write mostly MM, although I have 5 titles that are MF. I create stories with a guaranteed happy ever after and I love writing everything from angst to drama to action to family… you get where I’m going with this.

Cat: What does your writing cave look like? Do you always write in the same place or have a few?

V.L.  – I work at my kitchen room table. Someday I hope to have an office but until we move to a bigger house it’s the table for me.

R.J. – I have an office. It’s all mine. I have a standard desk, and a wall that I have all my posters up on. It’s actually a dining room that I have stolen but in my new house I have a study, a proper grown up study. LOL. Of course I have to move first and it’s likely going to be in August. *HELL*.

Cat “Your both on the top of my favorite authors list and I was happily surprised to see you collaborate. How did you come up with this idea?”

V.L. – Rj was hosting me on her blog one day and during the interview we mentioned how we’d love to write a book together as we were fans of the others works. That led to at least two series in the works. Probably there would be more if Rachel didn’t keep us in line. =D

R.J. We just won’t tell Rachel what we’re up too… bwahahahahah. What Vicki said, it just happened, and it’s been the best co-authoring experience ever. The stories just flow so easily and it’s been good for my solo writing.

Cat: What is your method? Does one of you each do a character or how does collaborating work?”

V.L. – Yep, we each write one character in first person POV.

R.J. – What Vicki said, we also comment and edit each other’s characters, and we talk a lot when we’re working.

Cat. Tell us a little about this series?

V.L.  This series is about the Harrisburg Railers, an expansion team that’s working hard to make its presence felt in the NHL. We’ll be dealing with various players and their romances, of course.

  1. J.

Tell us a about this book.


Changing Lines is all about Tennant Rowe, the youngest of three hockey brothers, and always expected to be like his brothers. Much to his brother’s disgust he opts to play for the Railers, even though they are a new team, and not an original six team. He meets Jared, defensive coach, who has his own set of problems, including a teenage son that was born when Jared was only 16 himself. Lust happens pretty quick… but love? That has many obstacles to overcome J


How many books will be in this series?


V.L. – If we follow through on all the ideas we have about 35,000. I kid! Mostly. We’ don’t have a set limit yet.

R.J. At least 35,001… We’re writing until it doesn’t feel right anymore… which I can’t see happening ever.

Cat: Will you be working together again?

V.L. – Yep! We’re going to do an NA MM collegiate hockey romance spin-off series, about the team from Owatanna U.

R.J. We have so many ideas and Vicki mentioned the NA series that I can’t wait to start.

Do you write things other than Hockey romance?

V.L. – My answer is above

R.J. – Loads of stuff, all the stuff… so many storylines…

Thank you for stopping by and sharing. It’s been fun.

Title: Changing Lines

Series: Harrisburg Railers

Authors: V.L. Locey & RJ Scott

Publisher: Love Lane Books Limited

Cover artist: Meredith Russell

Genre: MM hockey romance

Pages: 230 pages

A little about the book(blurb)


Can Tennant show Jared that age is just a number, and that love is all that matters?


The Rowe Brothers are famous hockey hotshots, but as the youngest of the trio, Tennant has always had to play against his brothers’ reputations. To get out of their shadows, and against their advice, he accepts a trade to the Harrisburg Railers, where he runs into Jared Madsen. Mads is an old family friend and his brother’s one-time teammate. Mads is Tennant’s new coach. And Mads is the sexiest thing he’s ever laid eyes on.


Jared Madsen’s hockey career was cut short by a fault in his heart, but coaching keeps him close to the game. When Ten is traded to the team, his carefully organized world is thrown into chaos. Nine years his junior and his best friend’s brother, he knows Ten is strictly off-limits, but as soon as he sees Ten’s moves, on and off the ice, he knows that his heart could get him into trouble again.



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Take a Peek Tuesday~Does Age Matter? #amwriting #romance #teaser

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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 TJ’s view.

Baseball Bats and Cowboy Hats Copyright 2016

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I don’t think Annie realized Caleb was in love with her. It was clear as a bell to me. I didn’t plan to kiss her. I guess it was another one of those strange ‘the moment is right’ things. She seemed so sad. So vulnerable. I bet very few people had ever seen this softer side of Annie. I’ve kissed a girl before, but it had never felt this amazing. My body thrummed with excitement. Every muscle, every nerve, yearned for more. I could feel myself shaking with desire. She melted into my arms, her hands slid up cupping my face, fingers entwining in my hair, pulling me in closer. Her lips parted allowing me entrance, giving me control. Control. Damn. Now is not the time. I want her with every fiber of my being, but I have to prove to her that I want more than a quick roll in the hay. I reluctantly pull back gazing into those warm, chocolaty eyes. Her lips are puffy and swollen. My body aches with want. I reach up and brush my finger over her mouth tracing it over her lips, sliding it into the long windblown curls. I expected a slap or at least her running like a frightened rabbit.

“Please don’t apologize.” She whispered.

“I have no intention of apologizing. I’ve done nothing I’m sorry about.”

“I shouldn’t want you so much.” She stepped back, gazing at the floor.

“Why? Because of my race? Afraid your friends will find out about me being from a poor family with a drug lord for an uncle? That I won’t ever amount to anything or be worthy of you?” I can’t believe I’m saying these things. All my fears seem to pour from my mouth. Talk about spoiling a moment.

“Heavens to Betsy, no. If anyone isn’t worthy of anyone, it’s me not being worthy of you. You are the strongest young man I have ever met. Young is the problem. I have a son older than you.”

“Age shouldn’t have any bearing on your feelings. If you feel anything for me at all, it is worth exploring. What’s in your heart is all that matters.” I saw the worry and fear begin to cloud over her eyes, trying to shut off her feelings. I take her face into my hands and kiss her forehead. “I don’t want a one-night stand or even a summer fling. I want you. I knew that from the moment we first met. Mama always told me I would know when the time was right, to not jump in with every girl I date, to wait for that woman. She was right. I felt it in my heart the moment we touched. I can wait until you are ready.” Reluctantly I stepped back. She stood staring at me in shock. “TJ…”

“Don’t. Please. We have the summer to get to know each other. Let’s let time, destiny, fate, whatever you believe in decide our future.”


Do you like May/December Romance? What do you think about TJ and his values?

Take a Peek Tuesday~Who wouldn’t want a hot cowboy best friend?

Welcome back to Take a Peek Tuesday.  This week I would like to introduce Caleb, Annie’s best friend. Who wouldn’t want a cowboy for a best friend? But is a friend all Caleb thinks Annie is?

Remember this is still rough and hasn’t been edited.

Baseball Bats and Cowboy Hats  Copyright 2016


Seeing Caleb was quite a surprise. Several evenings a week we take out the horses. I’ll cook dinner, or he will take me out. No, we aren’t dating. He is my best friend in the world. Well, him and Vicki.  The three of us spend most weekends together after finishing our morning chores.

I told him the boys would be arriving today, and we wouldn’t be able to ride or go out tonight. I guess he is going to spend some alone time with Loverboy.

He greets me with our usual embrace. His rigid muscles alert me to the fact that he isn’t happy. I was expecting a confrontation with him. Just not today.

“Hey, Caleb.” I pull back from his hug. “Bad day at work?” I ask. Knowing the reason he is upset.

“Not a great one Annie. You know how I feel about you taking on these men. It’s not right for a single woman to have six single, young men in her home.”

‘What do you mean not right? We went over and over this when I decided to become a hostess.” I can’t understand why he is so against it. I appreciate how much he looks out for me, but sometimes he seems to forget we are only friends. Plus, capable of making my own decisions. His controlling nature is one reason we could never be more than friends.

“Not only does it look bad for you to be out here alone with six strange young men but it may not be safe. You know nothing about them.”

“Caleb, they are not ex-cons on parole. For that matter, they are only kids. Most of them the same age as David or Christopher. They are college boys trying to better themselves, on baseball scholarships and hoping to get picked in drafts. Having a home nearby is necessary for them. I also need some help out here. The place is starting to fall apart, and I can’t do some of the things.”

“I told you I would hire some construction people and get your house and barn fixed for you.”

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.

“ I told you I don’t want that. I can’t pay you back.” Sometimes I wonder if I should break our friendship so that he might move on with his life. I’m too selfish for that. I need Caleb. 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 if 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. I give in. Partially.

“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.” Then I realize my mistake. TJ is in the barn, and with Caleb’s death glare when they met I can see issues already.


What do ya think?  Do you think Caleb may be trouble?


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]


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!


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


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