Title: Game On
Series: Texas Playmakers #2
Author: Joanne Rock
Publisher: Tule Publishing
Publisher: Tule Publishing
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 8, 2019
Release Date: August 8, 2019
Blurb
He’s home to recover …and
rekindle a romance with his first love.
After a hitting
streak propels him onto a major league roster, Nate Ramsey lands on the injured list. The one bright spot in a
frustrating summer is returning home to Last Stand, Texas– until he’s tasked
with confronting Keely Harper, an
old flame whose business is running roughshod over his grandfather’s farm. Nate
accepted it when she ended things five years ago, but he won’t overlook a
slight to the rest of the Ramseys. What game is she playing?
Keely has always
carried the weight of responsibility for her dysfunctional family, so she can’t
regret the way she ended things with Nate. Cutting him loose to pursue his
dreams was the kindest thing she could have done for a man with talent to take
him far beyond Last Stand. Except now he’s back, and the fireworks between them
haven’t faded a bit. If she gives into the temptation of a kiss, will she be
able to let him go again once his injury heals and baseball wants him back?
Pre-order Links
AMAZON US / UK / CA / AU
KOBO / APPLE BOOKS
Excerpt
Nate spotted a couple he knew stepping out of the dance hall
for some fresh air and he took Keely’s hand to avoid having to talk to anyone
else. He wanted her all to himself a little while longer. “Want to walk down by
the creek?”
“Sure.” Nodding, she followed him out of the back of the
parking lot toward the long slope that led to the water.
The path was dark away from the white lights so Nate took
his time picking their way down the hill.
“And to be clear, I am grateful for the chances I’ve had to
show what I can do this summer. I just resent getting hurt when it finally felt
like I might be making an impression.” Stepping around a sharp-edged rock, he
reached back to make sure Keely navigated it too. “But I didn’t ask you out to
dinner so I could grouse about what’s going on with me.”
“You didn’t?” He could hear the smile in her voice even
though he couldn’t see her expression anymore as the darkness expanded around
them.
“Definitely not.” He tugged her toward a clearing between
the tree branches where a patch of moonlight shone on the creek bank.
Some summers the water dried up completely, but it still ran
now, making a soft gurgle as it spilled over a span of muddy sticks and leaves.
“Well if you’re trying to glean tips on tomato planting,
you’ve come to the wrong place because I know exactly nothing about growing
vegetables.” She joined him on the soft earth above the creek, her sandals
glimmering in the pale glow of the moon.
“Somehow I doubt that.” He remembered that she had a vegetable
garden outside the farmhouse kitchen when they were still in high school, a
task that had made her seem light years older than him at the time. But no
doubt she’d only done it to ensure she and Alexis got fed on the days her
father was too compromised to work or shop. “But I wasn’t expecting you to be
my agricultural resource either.”
He still held her hand from when he’d helped her down the
bank. He folded it in his now and felt his pulse quicken from being next to
her. Alone. The perfect distraction from his concerns about the future, a
chance to resolve their past.
“No?” She peered at him sideways, her shoulder just an inch
or two from his while the frogs and crickets made their own night music.
Turning, he faced her. Above them, the sounds of a well-loved
bluegrass song made the crowd shout in appreciation. His eyes had adjusted
enough to the dim light that he could see Keely now, her dark eyes searching
his.
Her lips temptingly close.
“No.” He cupped her chin in his good hand, savoring the
softness of her skin. The light floral scent of her hair. “I asked you here
because I can’t get that kiss out of my mind.”
Breath catching, her lashes fluttered. “Neither can I,” she
admitted, her voice a whisper of sound that still managed to reverberate through
him as if she’d shouted.
He swiped his thumb back and forth along her cheek, then
trailed it down to the fullness of her lower lip, wanting her so much he ached.
Because he remembered how good it could be between them? Or
because that kiss had felt like a new beginning? A first time all over again?
He shut down his thoughts and let himself feel, slanting his
lips over hers to take a slow, thorough taste. The sweetness hit his veins
harder than any whiskey shot, firing through his nerve endings and sizzling
over his skin.
Sensation rocked him. He deepened the kiss, wrapping his arm
around her to pull her fully against him. The feel of her breasts through the
gauzy top would be enough to rattle any man’s thinking, and he had to suppress
a growl of primal hunger that he had no business feeling during a simple kiss.
But damn.
He could lose himself here, in this woman. In this hot night
and hotter kiss. Just for one more minute, he let the tantalizing feel of her
narrow hips in a frayed denim skirt wreak havoc on him, ratcheting up the
temperature between them to something that would singe the eyelashes if they
didn’t break apart soon.
Pulling back, he broke the kiss abruptly, ripping away like
a bandage since he couldn’t have worked up the resolve to part from her
otherwise. Now, breathing in gulps of the humid night air, he clenched and
unclenched the fingers of his good hand where he’d wound up clutching the back
of her blouse. Realizing it, he let go completely, willing the hunger for her
back into submission.
Barely.
“This is crazy,” she whispered, but she sounded perplexed by
it more than upset.
Thank goodness.
He didn’t know what he would have done if he was alone in
this firestorm of sensations.
“Maybe. Maybe not.” He stepped back an inch and blinked to
clear his vision of her blond waves turned white in the moonlight.
Between the tousled curls and pale, flawless skin surrounded
by the dark leaves and twisting branches of old live oaks, she looked like a
storybook princess.
“It makes no sense.” She shook her head slowly as she tipped
a shoulder against the rough bark of the tree closest to her. “We’ve done this
before, and the aftermath was too painful for us to make the same mistakes.”
“Who says we would be? Making the same mistakes, that is?”
He reached overhead to rest his splint on a low-hanging branch. “Last time, it
all fell apart because I got drafted a year earlier than we thought it would
happen.”
She wrapped her arms around herself as she shuffled a foot
around a tree root. “No, it fell apart when you broke your promise to graduate
college first.”
He frowned, wondering how she could see it that way. Even
five years later. “You know that getting drafted is like getting called up—I
have no control over when those things happen,” he reminded her. “I had to be
ready to go when the opportunity came.”
And so did she, if she wanted to go with him. But she’d been
adamant about breaking things off instead of trying to make it work while
living apart for that last year when her sister was still in school.
At the top of the hill, the band finished another song and
the crowd whistled and applauded. But down here by the water, the sound of the
crickets and katydids was louder, wrapping him and Keely in a world of their
own. A breeze rustled the leaves.
“And you were.” Her tone gentled, her arms relaxing at her
sides. “You were ready then, and you’ll be prepared to go again when your hand
is recovered. Maybe this crazy thing happening between us is just a delayed
goodbye. We were both so upset five years ago that things ended too abruptly.
We didn’t get closure.”
“It doesn’t feel like goodbye to me.”
Also Available
Author Bio
Four-time RITA
nominee Joanne Rock has never met a romance sub-genre she didn’t like. The author
of over eighty books enjoys writing a wide range of stories, most recently
focusing on sexy contemporaries and small town family sagas. An optimist by
nature and perpetual seeker of silver linings, Joanne finds romance fits her
life outlook perfectly–love is worth fighting for. A frequent speaker at
regional and national writing conferences she enjoys giving back to the writing
community that nurtured and inspired her early career. She has a Masters degree
in Literature from the University of Louisville but credits her fiction writing
skills to her intensive study with friend and fellow author Catherine Mann.
When she’s not writing, Joanne enjoys travel, especially to see her favorite
sports teams play with her former sports editor husband and three athletic-minded
sons.
Author Links
FACEBOOK
TWITTER
INSTAGRAM
PINTEREST
AMAZON
BOOKBUB
NEWSLETTER
a Rafflecopter giveaway https://widget-prime.rafflecopter.com/launch.js
AMAZON
BOOKBUB
NEWSLETTER
Giveaway
a Rafflecopter giveaway https://widget-prime.rafflecopter.com/launch.js
Advertisements
