I’m excited to announce a new, well, a reissue of one of my favorite and well-received books with Ellora’s Cave Publishing. In truth, this version has been heavily revised, re-written, and re-imagined, with new scenes, chapters, but is just as hot, spicy, and adventurous as the original, with a slightly different naughtily ever after ending. As such, I’d love to share the cover with my readers and give a taste of what’s to come!
Here’s a sneak peek!
All Anna James wants for her fortieth birthday is a ladies’ night out, her plans stalled when she ends up stuck in her griffin costume. As the mascot for the Alexandria Griffins, she never expects to be rescued by the star of her midnight fantasies, quarterback Kyran Black. Dubbed “The Rebel” by the press because of his long hair, tattoos, and playboy stats off the field, he’s everything she should avoid…but still craves and Anna agrees to celebrate her birthday with him.
Certain she’s too old for him, she intends to guard her heart, but he blitzes her defenses, proving to be so much more than a legendary athlete with a media-driven reputation. But when their romantic weekend evolves into love, a blast from his bad boy past returns with a vengeance, threatening to tear their worlds apart.
Can their love overcome the pressures of living in the spotlight, or will they lose the future they’ve only begun to build?
Enjoy an excerpt from Quarterback Blitz:
Anna’s zipper was stuck!
“Dammit, why tonight of all nights?” she asked herself, wishing she’d had one of the cheerleaders unzip the back of the comical-looking mascot’s costume before they’d left.
Unwilling to give up, she tried one more time to free herself, succeeding only in contorting herself into a pretzel. Fortunately, the eagle’s head and wings were already off, giving her some relief. But, what she needed was freedom, a shower, and the little black dress hanging in her locker.
Realizing she needed help, she headed out of her private changing nook, only to draw up short when someone knocked on the door. Hurrying forward on the chance that one of the cheerleaders returned without her keycard, she opened the door, the tall, dark man of her dreams charging inside the locker room instead.
Not just any man. Kyran Black. The legendary quarterback with a once infamous bad boy reputation signed as the backup and mentor to the franchised QB for the Alexandria Griffins.
“Hi, Anna, was hoping to find you tonight,” he said, flashing his devil-may-care smile. His clean-shaven, chiseled features sexier by the crooked scar that ran down the left side of his chin. On their one and only date, he’d told her he’d taken a deliberate cleat to the face in college, resulting in a fight that had both players ejected.
Trying not to concentrate on the past, she couldn’t help but look him over, if only to check for new scars or damage since she’d seen him take a terrible hit that ended his season last winter.
No, he looked good. Better than good, he looked sexy, edible, and way too young for her with his damp dark auburn hair falling to his broad bare shoulders. Celtic tattoos wrapped about his massive biceps, an LSU tiger on his chest, along with more scrollwork along his ribs and eight-pack abs, looked delicious. A peek of the deep vee of his obliques tempting her to drool. Man, why did he have to look like sex on a stick when she felt like an icky, tangled mop.
“Anna? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. You sure you’re not looking for one of the cheerleaders?” she asked, skeptical that he was there to see her.
“If I was interested in someone else, that’s where I’d be. Can I stay or not?”
Realizing she’d crossed her arms over her chest, she relaxed a little, lowering her hands to her sides. “If I say not, will you leave?”
“Yes. Promise, I’m here to talk, that’s it,” he replied, leaning back against the door, his thumbs hooked in the pockets of his faded button-fly jeans.
“Then my permission depends on why you didn’t bother to put on a shirt.” Hell, he did look great, and those jeans with the top button undone and tears in all the right places made her imagine all kinds of wicked things.
“A reporter charged into the team’s locker room with a smartphone in hand. Was barely out of my towel before she tried to track me down at my locker to ask how I felt about tonight’s loss.”
“Ouch,” she replied, empathizing with him, the football coach inside of her wanting to talk about the game. The woman in her wanting to know why he didn’t call her after their date. “How’d you get away?”
“Dallas McKay covered for me. He’s bigger and better looking, or so his fans say.”
Not to her. Then again, she’d always had a soft spot for quarterbacks over wide outs.
“Tonight’s outcome sucks, but it’s the first game of the pre-season and you led a two-minute drill in the fourth quarter that took the game into OT. The defense gave up a big play at the end, not you.”
“Thanks. Truth is, except for that drive, I’d had a bad night. Last thing I needed to deal with is another reporter asking if I’ve still got it.”
“You do. Listen, if you give it a few minutes, the captains will give interviews in the press room and you’ll be able to return to the team’s locker room in peace.”
“Rather talk to you,” Kyran said, his intense blue eyes on her face. “Isn’t that costume hot?”
“Yes. The zipper’s stuck. Think you could give me a hand?”