Just 1 day until Book Nine Arrives!

Happy Sunday, everyone! Here we are, just 1 DAY LEFT before the release of my 9th novel, THE SOCCER PLAYER AND THE SINGLE MOM. To help pass the time (because the week before release day is always a nail biter for me!) I’ve been doing a “Meet the Characters” event leading up to release day, sharing sneak peeks at the characters in my story. Today, we end with the hero that started it all.

So here we go … 1 day an counting …

Excerpt from THE SOCCER PLAYER AND THE SINGLE MOM:  Scott and Edna

“I don’t recall sunshine being on your list of restrictions.”

Edna stepped onto the back porch and settled beside him on the wicker loveseat. She had a cane in her grasp, something she only used when the arthritis in her knees acted up. Lately, she seemed to be using it more and more.

“You doing all right, Grandma?” Scott asked.

“I’m fine. It’s you I’m worried about. Not like you to sit around moping. Usually you’re out there.” Her gaze shifted from him to the backyard shenanigans. Tyler had been trying to play fetch with Bruno, throwing sticks and balls. But the lazy little punk wouldn’t pick up the tossed items, just run over to them and yip. If Scott didn’t know any better, he’d say someone had spoiled her pet rotten.

Oh, wait. He did know better. She had.

“I’m not moping.”

Edna answered with a snort but said no more.

Felicity collected the thrown tennis balls and lobed them one by one back to Tyler. He fielded them like a pro, getting beneath the ball and opening his hands just so. But no mitt, which meant each catch was followed with a thwack and a small wince.

The kid should have a mitt. Heck, every kid should have a mitt. His own mother had bought him his before kindergarten.

“When did they switch the middle school location?” he asked, voice quiet.

“A couple years ago. Lots of growth out here, with a big hospital expansion to the south. School board saw the writing on the wall, built a new elementary to make room for the growing middle grade classes.” Edna adjusted her grip on the cane. “Went over to Sparrow Street this week, did you?”

He nodded, face still turned toward the boy in the yard. The one laughing and squealing with his mother, consumed with joy. That’d been him once, too.

“How’d it go?”

“Went all right,” he lied.

“Did you tell her?”

Felicity had enough on her plate—even with intentionally keeping his emotional distance this week, he knew that. A widow with a small kid and no long-term job? Yeah, the last thing she needed was to hear his sob story. “Nah.”

“Of course not,” said his grandmother. “Might actually make you look human or something.”

“I haven’t been that bad.” He glanced over to spy Edna’s cotton-ball brows rise in unison and frowned. “What, would you rather me be overly chummy and lead her on? That’d be super nice of me, wouldn’t it?”

“Goodness, no, don’t be nice to anyone. Heaven forbid someone actually fall for you…or you fall for them.”

He shifted his focus back to the yard. “Do we have to do this every time I come home?”

“Seeing as you come home less and less and I still have zero great-grandbabies, I’m afraid so.”

She paused, waiting for his gaze to find hers once more. But it didn’t. She sighed.

“Losing someone you love, it’s awful. The worst. But it doesn’t mean spending the rest of your life avoiding getting close to anyone else for fear that they’ll leave you, too. Because that’s not living, Scott, it’s just existing.”

Edna shifted forward, rocked a little, and used the momentum to get back onto her feet. She looked toward the mother-son duo in the backyard, a small smile tugging at her lips. They were both dashing for the same ball, Felicity clearly holding back to let Tyler win. Just like Scott’s mom used to do with him.

“Just existing,” his grandmother murmured. “No matter how many damn trophies you put on the shelf.”

# # #

~~THE SOCCER PLAYER AND THE SINGLE MOM, releasing TOMORROW from Entangled Publishing.~~

For most women, working for a sexy soccer star would be a dream come true. All except single mom Felicity Shaw. She has no interest in playing personal assistant for a stubborn, injured playboy—no matter how nice his abs are. But with bills piling up and mouths to feed, she can’t say no to the job.

That’s when it gets interesting.

The last thing Scott Gillie wants or needs is a persistent and entirely too distracting PA while he’s recuperating in his small hometown. Unfortunately, it’s not up to him. Then Felicity and her son end up temporarily moving in—all thanks to his meddlesome grandmother. Now temptation is right across the hall and it’s driving Scott crazy.

His only option is to fight fire with fire.

He never expects Felicity to do the same.

 

See you all back here tomorrow to celebrate release day!

 

 

P.S. HER UNEXPECTED HERO, my third book in the Checkerberry Inn series, is on sale this week for only 99 cents! It can be read as a stand alone, but also goes great with the rest of the series. I’ll put a link here so you can begin your escape to the Checkerberry Inn today: HER UNEXPECTED HERO Sale.

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