An author friend of mine just released the sixth book in her sports romance series, but of course, Amazon had to go and be a dick and mess with her release. So, I’m spreading the word to let you all know about Tina Gallagher’s new release.
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Will their shot at happily ever after be a homerun, or a foul ball? There’s only one way to find out…
Leo
I was living the good life.
Between my pro baseball career, full dating life, and supportive (if somewhat intrusive) family, I had everything I’d ever wanted. Love was not in my master plan.
Then I saw her.
I never believed in love at first sight, but Anjannette Peach made me reconsider. I know she’s The One.
Now I just have to convince her of that. Should be easy for a guy like me, right?
If only…
Anjannette
The last thing I need is a new man in my life.
My pole dance fitness studio keeps me way too busy to worry about romance, anyway. Hell, I don’t even miss sex anymore.
At least I didn’t. Until he showed up.
Leo Marakis is dangerously tempting. I’d love nothing more than to spend hours tangled in sweaty sheets with the sexy ballplayer.
So, what’s holding me back? That’d be my poor, scarred heart.
Not that it really matters. I mean, there’s no way he’s as sincere as he seems…right?
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Excerpt
I stepped into the hallway and walked toward the stairs. I was rounding the landing when the unmistakable thump of Fat Bottomed Girls pounded out of the open door on the first floor. I jogged down the rest of the way and walked over to peek inside.
Holy shit!
I never believed in falling in love at first sight, but good Lord, I fell into something the moment I spotted her. With her long limbs, porcelain skin, and platform boots, she looked like some kind of goddess as she climbed the pole. When she reached the top, she released her left hand and extended her arm out to the side and held on by her right hand and her ankles as she spun around and around. With her body away from the pole, she gripped it with her right hand near her thigh then wrapped her right leg around the pole and continued to spin with her right arm extended.
My sister Angie used to have a musical jewelry box with a ballerina inside that would spin around when the top was opened. That’s exactly what the woman on the pole looked like.
I watched in awe as she straightened her legs and rolled around the pole then tipped back and hooked her left leg, seeming to hang on by the back of her knee. She arched and grabbed the heel of her right boot as she kept spinning around and around. I was getting dizzy just watching.
She let go of her boot and kicked her left leg back toward her head. And I don’t know how it happened, but next thing I knew, she was hanging upside down in a full split.
Hooking her left leg around the pole again, she wrapped one arm behind her and grabbed on. Twisting her body, she straightened her legs until she hung upside down with her back against the pole. She looked like a sexy bat.
Freddie Mercury continued to sing about how fat-bottomed girls make the world go round and I have to agree. Not that the enchantress in front of me has a fat anything, but her bottom is perfectly rounded, especially in comparison to her slim figure and tiny frame.
Releasing her hands, she let her arms hang toward the ground while just her knees held her to the pole. She slid down slowly until her fingertips brushed the floor as she continued to spin. Around and around she went until she finally placed her hands flat on the floor slowing the momentum. Once the spinning stopped, she let her legs fall back until her feet landed against the hardwood floor with a bang.
She stood, whipping her hair over her shoulders and gripped the pole again. Before executing another mind-boggling trick, her eyes widened when she spotted me.
Her sky-high heels added a sexy sway to her hips as she walked in my direction. My mind raced as I tried to think of something to say that would accurately convey how much her performance blew me away. But I didn’t have to worry about it because she didn’t give me a chance to speak.
“Show’s over,” she said, and slammed the door in my face.
