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Morgan Reed-Blake discovers that being the wife of MVP quarterback Seth Blake has its perks…and its challenges. Thrust into Seth’s high-profile world, she must wade through the celebrity, status, and the ghosts of girlfriends past. So when Seth takes Morgan home to his ranch in Texas and introduces her to his family and friends, she’s not surprised when his high school sweetheart comes to call. Morgan suspects she wants to rekindle the flame, and how can she blame her? Distraught over the changes their relationship has caused for Seth, Morgan wonders if maybe he’s better off without her.
Pro quarterback Seth Blake is elated that his wife Morgan is giving their “fake” marriage a real chance. But he doesn’t anticipate running into the woman who broke his heart years ago. He hasn’t told Morgan about the complicated relationship with his ex, but as he guides Morgan through the maze of his celebrity lifestyle, can he convince her the past is in the past? The MVP does not accept defeat, and he’s determined not to lose. But winning Morgan might be the most difficult game of his life…
EXCERPT:
When Morgan woke the next morning, she felt like a jack hammer was going off inside her head. Seth was still sleeping peacefully beside her with his Stetson covering his face. She tried to turn in the bed but her legs felt heavy. Morgan peeked under the covers to find she was still wearing her cowboy boots. What the hell were they doing last night?
She lifted the Stetson and put it on the night stand. Seth didn’t make a move until she pulled back the covers to remove her boots.
“Morning.” He her gave a lazy smile.
She winced. “Please don’t shout.”
“I’m not. It’s that damn whiskey you drank last night.” Seth held up the jelly jar that was on the night table.
“Why didn’t you take it away from me?”
“I did. You grabbed another one on the way back to the house. Then you threatened to divorce me if I took it again.” He shook his head and chuckled.
“And you believed me?” She laid her pounding head on Seth’s shoulder.
“There was a lesson waiting to be learned. Listen to your husband and you won’t get hangovers from illegal whiskey.”
Morgan ran her hand through Seth’s hair. “Why do I still have my boots on?”
“Because you gave me the ride of my life last night.” Seth flashed a devilish grin.
She groaned. “I don’t remember what happened after we left the bonfire.”
“Did you, by any chance, take any gymnastics classes when you were in school?”
“Two semesters in high school. Why?”
“I’d like to make a donation to your high school’s athletics program. Your dismount is of an Olympic caliber.” He leaned in to kiss her.
She lifted the Stetson and put it on the night stand. Seth didn’t make a move until she pulled back the covers to remove her boots.
“Morning.” He her gave a lazy smile.
She winced. “Please don’t shout.”
“I’m not. It’s that damn whiskey you drank last night.” Seth held up the jelly jar that was on the night table.
“Why didn’t you take it away from me?”
“I did. You grabbed another one on the way back to the house. Then you threatened to divorce me if I took it again.” He shook his head and chuckled.
“And you believed me?” She laid her pounding head on Seth’s shoulder.
“There was a lesson waiting to be learned. Listen to your husband and you won’t get hangovers from illegal whiskey.”
Morgan ran her hand through Seth’s hair. “Why do I still have my boots on?”
“Because you gave me the ride of my life last night.” Seth flashed a devilish grin.
She groaned. “I don’t remember what happened after we left the bonfire.”
“Did you, by any chance, take any gymnastics classes when you were in school?”
“Two semesters in high school. Why?”
“I’d like to make a donation to your high school’s athletics program. Your dismount is of an Olympic caliber.” He leaned in to kiss her.
“Exactly how much fun did we have last night?” Morgan moved away, shooting him a suspicious look.
“Well, we stopped short of you taking pictures of my ‘hot body’ and sending them to Michelle.” He waggled his eyebrows.
“I don’t care how drunk I was, I never would have done that.”
“Don’t worry, baby, your super freak status is safe with me.” Morgan gasped as she spied bruises on his chest. “Oh my goodness, did I bite you?”
“Yes.” He laughed. “This one is my favorite.” Seth turned over onto his side, displaying his back.
Morgan searched his back, arms, and shoulders. “I don’t see anything.”
“That’s because you’re looking for New York when you should be looking for Florida.”
Morgan’s eyes drifted lower until she reached his ass. There were two distinct bites marks. “Why did you let me bite you?”
“We were trying something new. I went with the flow. You don’t hear me complaining. Any other sports you took up in high school?”
“Fencing.” She smirked. “Let’s see you turn that into something dirty.”
“I can lunge at you with my saber any time you like.”
“You know fencing?”
“Good for hand-eye coordination. I like to watch if I catch it on TV. Besides, you never know when sword fighting will come back in style.”
She laughed while rubbing her temples. “Do you have something for a hangover?”
“I don’t know if you deserve it.” Seth tickled her sides.
“Ouch! Don’t make me giggle, it makes my head hurt.”
“Damn. I suppose I can mix up something I call the Morning after Mixer. I make it for the guys when they party too hard when we’re on the road.”
She peered from behind the pillow. “What’s in it?”
“You don’t want to know.”
“Well, we stopped short of you taking pictures of my ‘hot body’ and sending them to Michelle.” He waggled his eyebrows.
“I don’t care how drunk I was, I never would have done that.”
“Don’t worry, baby, your super freak status is safe with me.” Morgan gasped as she spied bruises on his chest. “Oh my goodness, did I bite you?”
“Yes.” He laughed. “This one is my favorite.” Seth turned over onto his side, displaying his back.
Morgan searched his back, arms, and shoulders. “I don’t see anything.”
“That’s because you’re looking for New York when you should be looking for Florida.”
Morgan’s eyes drifted lower until she reached his ass. There were two distinct bites marks. “Why did you let me bite you?”
“We were trying something new. I went with the flow. You don’t hear me complaining. Any other sports you took up in high school?”
“Fencing.” She smirked. “Let’s see you turn that into something dirty.”
“I can lunge at you with my saber any time you like.”
“You know fencing?”
“Good for hand-eye coordination. I like to watch if I catch it on TV. Besides, you never know when sword fighting will come back in style.”
She laughed while rubbing her temples. “Do you have something for a hangover?”
“I don’t know if you deserve it.” Seth tickled her sides.
“Ouch! Don’t make me giggle, it makes my head hurt.”
“Damn. I suppose I can mix up something I call the Morning after Mixer. I make it for the guys when they party too hard when we’re on the road.”
She peered from behind the pillow. “What’s in it?”
“You don’t want to know.”
“Raw eggs?” She shuddered, remembering the concoctions he made daily.
“And tomato juice, some lime, a little cooking lard—”
Morgan clamped her hand over his mouth. “Just bring the drink.”
“And tomato juice, some lime, a little cooking lard—”
Morgan clamped her hand over his mouth. “Just bring the drink.”
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AUTHOR INFO:
Rhonda Laurel is a contemporary romance writer whose two great loves are writing and landscape photography. She uses both as a vehicle to convey the complexity of the human spirit and the beauty of the world around her. Her writing career has recently gained momentum in 2012 with her debut novella, Ebb Tide. Contemporary, multicultural/interracial romance is her ‘thing’ in the form of short stories, novellas and novels, but the author also writes poetry, inspirational quotes, designs greeting cards and the occasional essay. Ebb Tide, For the Love of the Game and Masquerade were released in 2012. Shutter, Memories of You and Star Crossed in 2013. MVP, released June 21, 2013. The print anthology, ‘The Rhonda Laurel Collection’, featuring Ebb Tide, For the Love of the Game and Shutter released June 2013. California Bored and Tourism will be released July 2013. The author is happily building her backlist.
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This sounds like a really good book. Thanks for sharing the great excerpt and the giveaway. evamillien at gmail dot com
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