Hi Y’all! Would you like to take a peek at what I’m working on now? This week I’m sharing a snippet from my current work in progress Baseball Bats and Cowboy Hats, a M/F contemporary sport/cowboy romance. I have just started rereading self-editing and making notes so I can start the next draft. That one I plan to finish by April to get to my Beta reader if not sooner. I have posted bits of this before, so I will be skipping around. Don’t forget this hasn’t been edited yet, but should be a little better than the last draft. LOL
I am doing this a bit different. I will post a paragraph or so in each view since I write in first person split views.
Baseball Bats and Cowboy Hats copyright2016
Then the last one bounded from behind the vehicle with two duffles and a bag of sports equipment. His strong biceps are bulging under the weight, yet he trotted over to us, a bundle of energy packed into a tight pair of jeans a shirt stretch tight around his muscular frame and a cowboy hat on his head. He dropped the bags with the others; bounds back over to us shakes Rick’s hand then takes mine into both of his holding them securely. (Work in the pink here with the blue having Simon trailing behind him shyly?)
“It sure is kind of you to let us stay here in your lovely home. Coach didn’t tell us our hostess is such a beauty” He( who is he?) lifts my hands up to his full lips and lightly brushes them with a kiss. “Oh, I’m TJ.”
“Down Casanova. Get your butt over there with the others. You’re here to play baseball not charm all the women you meet!” Rick rolls his eyes as he playfully punches TJ on the arm.I stood there mesmerized by the cutest boy–young man I’ve ever seen in years. Broad shoulders, big brown eyes and wild curly hair that’s a little too long. His handsome face in need of a shave. He would be my dream man–if he were 20 years older.
I helped Simon gather our stuff then jogged up to Coach and the hostess.Why did the heck Simon park so far from the house? Then I saw the others tossing the ball and figured he didn’t want to chance one through his window or a dent. The way we pitch a ball can do some damage.
Excitement overtook me as I took her small, fragile looking hand in mine.
Hot damn no ring! How on earth could a woman this gorgeous be single? I guess she could have a boyfriend, but all is fair in love and war.
“TJ join the others while we finish our business.” Coach glares at me.
He turns his head back and begins talking with Annie. A sweet name for a lovely woman. The coach focuses his attention back to her, lightly touching her arm as he speaks gently. I wonder if they are an item?
What do you think? Do you like the first person split view? What about Annie and TJ?