Self-Published
November 6, 2012 (eBook) |
The Perfect Score Tournament is coming to the small town of
Espejo, Texas. The biggest bowling tournament in the state is going to change
the lives of three friends.
What they find is more than a 300 game.
One Night Stand
Babs
Loomis is a bitter woman. Her husband left her after five years because they
couldn’t have children and he didn’t want a woman that was barren. She is a
chain smoker, and a drinker, intent on getting as much pleasure as she can out
of life. She bowls for company – Veronica and Marlene are her closest friends.
When she runs into Jimmy Tanaka at the tournament, a former friend of her ex-husband’s,
her bitterness turns into something completely different and totally
unexpected.
Can
Babs overcome her own ghosts and find more than a one night stand?
Widow’s Weeds
Veronica
Avery needs to get laid. It’s been five years since her husband died in a car
accident and she’s lonely and tired of trying to meet men that end up with a
big “L” on their forehead. When she joins The Perfect Score bowling tournament,
her modest hopes are pinned on meeting a man she might feel comfortable going
to bed with.
She’s
not expecting to meet Patrice Goldman, a woman that inspires feelings of
passion and longing in her cobwebby heart. Afraid and confused, Veronica tries
to deny her growing feelings for the auburn haired woman, but fate has other
things in mind for the woman in black. It’s time to shed her widow’s weeds and
live again.
Marlene’s Man
Marlene
is a big girl and has always been a big girl, but she’s a kick-ass bowler,
determined to finally hit that 300 game. The Perfect Score tournament at the
Starlite Bowling Alley is her chance to show the world that she’s worth
something more than just a quick lay.
When
she meets Buck Miller at the tournament, she falls instantly in lust. When
their fabulous sex turns into a relationship, Marlene runs like a scared rabbit.
Will Buck give up his goal of a perfect game to convince the woman of his
dreams that he loves her? Or will Marlene’s stubbornness ruin her chances at a
300 game and a man of her own?
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As
she stood and focused on her mark, she heard someone clear their throat behind
her.
“Ah,
you’re missing a pin there, sweet cheeks.”
Marlene
saw red. Terry just couldn’t let up, could he?
“Listen
asshole…” She began as she turned around to tell him to stick it up his ass.
The words froze in her throat. Standing at the end of the lane was the most
gorgeous man she’d ever seen in her life.
He
was big, no check that, he was huge. At least six and a half feet tall, with
curly light brown hair, and a well used cowboy hat on his head. His shoulders
seemed to fill her vision as they stretched out a black cotton t-shirt until
the seams looked like they’d bust. His jeans were sinfully tight across a
nicely bulging package.
Holy
ever-loving Christ.
His
eyebrows rose as his gaze traveled up and down her body. She broke out in
goosebumps when he lingered on her overly large boobs. Her pussy felt plump and
warm in her jeans and hot damn, she was getting damp panties just looking at
him.
“I’m
sorry; I thought you were someone else.” Marlene knew that sounded lame since she’d
just called him an asshole, but it was the best her paralyzed tongue could come
up with.
“Gotcha.
Somebody been bugging you?” He stepped down into the seating area and Marlene
felt her nipples twitch.
“Just…
an old friend I guess you could call him. He was just trying to get my goat, ya
know. Um, is there something I can help you with? I mean, do you need help?”
Oh,
hell, she should just leave the building and stop making a fool of herself. He
smiled and those pearly whites just about blinded her. Who the hell was he?
“You
can help me if you’re Marlene McComb.”
“Me?
You’re looking for me?”
Not.
Possible. Just not possible. Why would this Greek God be looking for her? He
needed someone to polish his scepter?
“If
you’re Marlene, then I’m your partner for the tournament. Name’s Buck Miller.”
Marlene
wasn’t a religious woman, but when he announced that he was her partner, she
could swear she heard angels singing up on high. He was her partner. Her
partner. Well, halle-fucking-lujah!
“Oh,
right. In the mixed doubles. Yep, I’m Marlene. Nice to meet you.”
She
wanted to snort at her own inane comments. Nice to meet him. All she could
think about was his name. Buck. Nice that it rhymed with fuck, because that’s
all she could think about. He was big enough to ride. Big enough for her.
As
Marlene stepped forward to shake his hand, the air around her seemed to
crackle. When their hands met, the jolt that went through her had nothing to do
with static electricity and everything to do with pure chemistry. Buck’s smile got
wider. He felt it too.
“Would
you like to practice with me?”
Would
you like to jump in the sack with me?
Marlene
couldn’t contain her wayward thoughts. He was just so damn… hot and sexy. She
was totally in lust. It wasn’t the first time, but it was the most powerful.
Holy cow. She could hardly form a coherent thought in the glare of those pearly
whites.
“Sure
thing. Let me go get my stuff outta my truck.”
He
turned to walk out and Marlene’s knees went weak. That ass. His ass was
absolutely perfect. Round, tight, and the perfect size to caress and squeeze.
And bite. She sat down heavily in the scoring chair and tried to calm her
racing heart before Buck came back. She didn’t want to look like an idiot, and
no doubt, her pale complexion was as red as a tomato right about then.
“Marlene,
you okay?”
Marlene
turned and looked at her friend Jesse, the owner of the Starlite Lanes. He was
a fifty-something bachelor with steel gray hair, a sweet disposition, and the
largest collection of Hawaiian shirts in the state of Texas.
“Yeah,
I’m fine.”
“You
look like you’re about to pass out, honey. Do you need something from the snack
bar?” He looked so concerned, she felt guilty. After all, she was flushed
because she was horny, which he would never suspect of course.
“Maybe
an ice water, Jesse. That’d be peachy.”
He
nodded and went off to the snack bar to get her the water. Marlene smacked her
forehead with one hand and tried to think of icky things to calm herself down.
Math class, old ladies with saggy boobs, toe cheese, rat droppings.
“Lee?”
Marlene’s
head snapped up at Buck’s voice.
“Huh?”
“I’m
sorry. I’m one of those fellas who likes to shorten names. If it’s okay, I
thought I’d call you Lee instead of Marlene.”
Oh
hell. He did it again. She could feel the heat creeping back into her cheeks.
No one had ever given her a nickname that didn’t suck. Until now.
“That’s
sweet of you. Sure, you can call me Lee.”
“Perfect.
Can I warm up before we bowl?”
Marlene
simply stared at him as he set his bowling bag down and leaned over to unzip
it. That ass was going to send her into a coma if she kept looking at it. Warm
up? Hell, if she got any warmer, she’d catch on fire.
“Sure.
Let me reset the scores and we can bowl on both lanes.” She managed to squeeze
out.
While
she busied herself trying to remember what buttons to push to clear the scores,
Buck took out his bowling balls and shoes. She peeked at his feet. He had
biiiiig feet, really big feet. Didn’t that mean he had big… other body parts?
Just the thought sent shivers down her spine.
Beth
Williamson, who also writes as Emma Lang, is an award-winning, bestselling
author of both historical and contemporary romances. Her books range from
sensual to scorching hot. She is a Career Achievement Award Nominee in Erotic
Romance by Romantic Times Magazine, in both 2009 and 2010.
Beth
has always been a dreamer, never able to escape her imagination. It led her to
the craft of writing romance novels. She’s passionate about purple, books, and
her family. She has a weakness for shoes and purses, as well as bookstores. Her
path in life has taken several right turns, but she’s been with the man of her
dreams for more than 20 years.
Beth
works full-time and writes romance novels evening, weekends, early mornings and
whenever there is a break in the madness. She is compassionate, funny, a bit
reserved at times, tenacious and a little quirky. Her cowboys and western
romances speak of a bygone era, bringing her readers to an age where men were
honest, hard and packing heat. For a change of pace, she also dives into some
smokin’ hot contemporaries, bringing you heat, romance and snappy dialogue.
Life
might be chaotic, as life usually is, but Beth always keeps a smile on her
face, a song in her heart, and a cowboy on her mind. ;)
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Aw sweetie! What a great post. You and Beth are such awesome people! HUGS
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