Is the 3rd Bryant Brother Ready for Love?

If you’ve been reading the Bryant Brothers series, I bet you’re wondering what’s going on with Kyle (brother #3) and Madison! Wonder no more, because their story is live as of this week! Oh my gosh, I’m so excited for you all to read this one!! 

Here’s a fun snippet for your reading pleasure!

Kyle sure was acting odd. Kind of goofy and awkward, like a kid in high school who’d invited a girl over for the first time.

To be fair, Madison supposed, he had just confessed that he’d not gone on a date in more than two years. That was a long time to go without female companionship. And knowing Kyle, by “date,” he meant anything at all to do with the opposite sex.

Whoa, had Kyle seriously not had sex in more than two years?

“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asked as he returned to the bedroom and handed her a fresh beer and the list of items he needed to pack. Striding over to the dresser, he pulled a stack of shorts out of a drawer and placed them in the open suitcase. Then he grabbed a pile of boxer shorts—he wore the loose-fitting kind, lots of bright colors and what looked like cartoon characters—and added them to the shorts. His cheeks got really, really red, and he wouldn’t look her in the eye while he did it, which was kind of cute.

“Have you seriously not had sex in two years?”

He dropped the pile of T-shirts he’d been about to walk over to the suitcase.

“Sorry,” she said, falling to her hands and knees to help gather the garments and place them on the bed.

“Why are you asking?” He sounded nonchalant, in that way that people who were trying extra hard to sound nonchalant did.

She refolded the T-shirts and added them the suitcase. “You said you haven’t gone on a date in two years. You don’t strike me as someone who’s into one-night stands.”

“I don’t mind one-night stands.”

“Really? Have you ever had one?”

He waited a beat. “No.”

She smiled. “Me neither.”

“Is it just me, or is this a weird conversation?”

“It’s pretty weird.”

He grabbed a couple pair of swim trunks and tossed them to her to add to the case. One by one, he passed her bundles of rolled socks, which he said were for playing golf. Apparently, he intended to play a lot of golf while they were in Florida.

Then he went to the closet and filled the rest of the case with nicer clothes: golf shirts and slacks and button-down shirts, including the one the groomsmen had been instructed to wear for the wedding.

“Toiletry stuff and a couple pairs of shoes, and I think I’m good to go,” he announced. “Plus, the chili is probably warm, so come on.” He bolted out of the bedroom while Madison followed at a much more sedate pace. As hungry as she was, her mind was on other things. Dating, sex, attractive friends…

They sat on the couch with their bowls of steaming chili and bottles of beer, and when Kyle reached for the remote, Madison stopped him. “Let’s talk about this dating issue.”

He groaned. “For a minute there, I thought we were going to pretend that conversation never happened.”

She chuckled. “No such luck. Tell me why you haven’t dated in so long.”

He buried his nose in his bowl. “Working too much, I guess.”

“I totally get that,” she admitted.

They finished dinner, and he took their bowls to the kitchen. She wandered into the room and propped her hip against the counter, watching as he cleaned out the fridge, dumping his leftovers in the trash.

“I have an idea,” she said when he returned from taking the bag out to the dumpster.

He washed his hands, then leaned against the counter and crossed his arms, facing her. “Oh yeah? What’s that?”

“We should have a one-night stand.”

KEEP READING

OR, start the series HERE.

~ Tami Lund is an author, a wine drinker, a lover of animals, and she especially loves to help frustrating (and maybe clueless) men find their happily ever after!

Need a Distraction From Football?

Or really just don’t care about it? I feel ya.

Despite my ambivalence over football, I do love a fantastic sports hero. I’m talking in romance books, of course!

And my friend Christa Maurice put together a nice list of sports romance, including my own book, Sexy Bad Daddy, which is about a golf pro and his nanny and all the naughty things that occur, despite their best intentions. (Also, in this book, you’ll find an adorable three-year-old daughter, a trouble-causing goat, and possibly a duck… yeah, you’re gonna have to read it to believe it.)

Here’s a teaser:

“So anyway, Paynt here thinks I’m not nearly as good at picking up the ladies as I am,” Garrett says.

“Actually, what I said was, you shouldn’t be,” his brother corrects him. “He sleeps around too damn much,” he explains for my benefit.

I bite my lip to keep from laughing. I’m guessing they’re drunk, or at least Garrett is.

“So tell me,” Garrett says, glancing up at me with puppy dog eyes that no doubt are at least partially to blame for the whole sleeping-around-too-damn-much issue. That muscle tone under his shirt certainly wouldn’t be a deterrent, either.

“I have a boyfriend,” I blurt. Danny’s not remotely my boyfriend—he’s more like my sibling, or maybe the perfect just friend to tag along when you want to hang out at a sports bar—but I need an out here. I know my own shortcomings when it comes to good-looking, older guys who smell like money. Best to put up that wall before this conversation goes any further.

“Too bad,” Garrett says. “But for the sake of argument, pretend you don’t. If I hit on you, would you go home with me?”

Before I decided to try to grow the hell up and get my life on track, the answer might have been yes, but for all the wrong reasons. Not anymore, though. I’m a new woman. A better woman.

“She’s hesitating.” Garrett stabs his finger at Paynter. “Told you. They can’t resist me.”

“You’re such an ass,” Paynter says.

“Nah, I’m living the dream. Just because you’re tied down to a goat and a hot executive doesn’t mean you gotta beat up on my perfectly satisfying lifestyle.”

A goat and a hot executive? I can’t decide if I want to stay and learn more or run away.

***

Here’s the link to SEXY BAD DADDYhttps://www.amazon.com/Sexy-Bad-Daddy-Book-ebook/dp/B071J2K6PH

And here’s the link to a whole bunch of sports romance, for your reading pleasure: https://christamaurice.com/2018/09/30/sports-romance/

 

Happy reading!

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Tami Lund writes romance, including, on occasion, sports romance. And baby daddy romance. And funny romance. And FBI romance. And dragon romance. And vampire romance. Okay, Tami writes a lot of romance. Check out her website for the rather extensive list: https://sexybadbooks.com/books-by-tami-lund/

 

Holley’s winner (and a loser, too).

Happy Thursday, folks! The winner of my giftcard contest is Joy Ota! (Yay, Joy! Check your email.)

Designated Hitter

Now for the “loser” part of the deal.

As I mentioned before, the heroes in my Reedsville Roosters series are from a minor league baseball team with a history of losing. Sometimes the feeling of incompetence bleeds over to other parts of their lives, and the guys decide they’ve had enough.

Here’s ex-player (and ex-loser) Quinn Hathaway in a little excerpt from Designated Hitter, which you can get in the At Her Service anthology for just 99¢ through 3/17.

She narrowed her dark-as-night eyes at him again. Maybe her expression would have intimidated other men, but Quinn was around women like her all the time. He’d gotten so he preferred ladies who were a little bossy—who’d tell him what to do and then make him do it.

Yeah, he’d enjoy that. Missed it. It’d been too long since he’d given up control to someone. Not since Emilie Beaudelaire, and he couldn’t have her anymore. She was off the market, and cohabitating with a couple of ex-Roosters who’d likely stomp him into the earth if he ever happened to cross their paths. It wasn’t his fault that Quinn and Ren always went after the same chicks. Quinn sure as shit wouldn’t have done it on purpose. He didn’t want anyone’s sloppy seconds.

“I can tell you this, though.” He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants. Marina’s gaze tracked down his chest to the bulge of one pocket, then the other, and then fixed on the bulge in the middle.

He jiggled it.

She looked up.

He grinned. “Caught you looking. Go on and look. It’s an occupational hazard for me, I assure you.”

“Thank you for the kind offer, but I’ll pass. I believe you were going to tell me something.”

He would have rather showed her something. Something that was getting hard and long, and he wasn’t going to try to hide it. He wanted her to see it—to pay attention to him, especially since it seemed to be such a chore for her. Her ignoring him seemed to make him even needier for praise. “I could tell you so many things,” he said low.

“I bet you could, you slick-tongued bozo. But we were talking about your client. What were you going to say about her?”

“Oh. That.” He sighed dramatically and leaned against the doorway again. “Only that a certain baseball team owner was looking for a good reason to cut me since that happened. You know, he would have never found out my name from the agency. He didn’t get it from them.”

“So, you’re saying my stepmother told him?” She narrowed her eyes and muttered, “That cheating strumpet. I told him—”

“Now, now.” Quinn wagged a finger at Marina and suppressed the urge to follow up on that surprising aspersion. Apparently, Marina wasn’t as fond as her dear-old stepmother as Quinn had assumed. “I’m not telling you that.”

“Right, right.” She rolled her eyes. “Confidentiality.”

“Yep. You’re gettin’ the gist.”

“The gist I’m getting is that you’re passing the buck to me, and yet I had absolutely nothing to do with your circumstances.”

“Maybe you didn’t, but if you had any goodness in your heart, you’d want to do a little bit to fix them.”

“I’ve got plenty of goodness in my heart. I write a check to the local women’s shelter in my city every month and I let kids whose mothers’ need emergency babysitting so they can go to work hang out at my house when I’m there. Don’t assume that just because I’m not falling for your flimflam means that I’m a cruel, cold-hearted bitch.” She gave his shoulder a poke. “It just means I’m smart.”

Quinn bobbed his eyebrows and let out an indignant huff. “Hooray for you. You oughta get a trophy for winning at life.”

“That sounds like something someone who’s used to finishing in last place would say.”

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She barely heard the snarl before she felt his gentle grip on her upper arms, and herself being pulled close to him. He held her tight and glowered down at her with his brow furrowed and mouth a stern slash. “I am not a loser,” he ground out.

Body tight and tongue arrested, Marina couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. She was rendered paralyzed by her own words. She wasn’t the sort of woman who enjoyed wounding people on purpose, emotionally or otherwise, but he kept setting himself up for it. He kept instigating her bad behavior as if it were the only way he knew how to get her to respond.

And, oh, she was going to respond. She couldn’t help but to.

“Why are you so mean to me?” His tone was desperate and a bit pleading, like some little boy who didn’t understand that sometimes people were shitty. But Marina wasn’t one of those shitty people. She tried to be kind as much as she could be, but she had her walls up for a reason. Her trust was a hard thing to earn.

Her lungs relaxed enough for her to draw in a deep breath, and she let it out slowly, keeping her gaze fixed on his intense glare. “Unhand me, Quinn.”

“I’m sorry.” He let go of her and took a step back—out onto the doormat.

“You behave as if I’ve prejudged you, but I haven’t. I’m treating you this way because it’s what you’ve fed into. Do you understand me?”

Brow furrowed, he ground his jaw.

“You want to flip the script now and say you’re an okay guy? That’s not what your body of evidence supports.”

“No one ever gives me a chance.”

“And so, what? You lash out at them for treating you the way you’ve trained them to? Well, let me tell you something.” She fisted the front of his shirt and yanked him back over the threshold. She didn’t want the whole damn neighborhood craning its collective ears toward the house.

Closing the door, she said, “If I’ve learned one thing as a woman, it’s that sometimes, we’ve got to put up with a lot of bullshit. Lots of unfair treatment that’s usually based on spurious reasoning. We get prejudged for what’s between our legs and what people think is missing from between our ears. I get treated like garbage, actively and passively, all the damn time. And you know what? I suck it up because I have to.”

“I can’t.”

She shrugged. “And that’s the difference between you and me, I guess. I can put my pride aside to accomplish things, even when I’d rather not submit myself. Is it fair?” She scoffed. “Hell no. But that’s life. You surf it the best you can, and if it takes you under with a big wave, you just hope you can find your way up to the surface before you drown.”

Quinn raked a hand through his short, dark hair, and stared at her some more. There was no more malice in his expression, but the anguish that had replaced it didn’t relax her any.

In fact, it made her sad for him.

What happened to him?

Learn where to get At Her Service here.

New Release: Southern Heat

Tyler has finally arrived! I’m so excited to bring you this sexy story about a baseball player determined to win back his place on the team … and win the girl. 

SouthernHeat_UpdatedHe’s down, but he’s not out of the game.

Tyler Brady earned his reputation as the bad boy of baseball the old-fashioned way: by playing hard—on and off the field. After suffering a shoulder injury, he faces his first summer off in twenty years. Between the endless physical therapy sessions and missing the season, Tyler’s patience is about to blow.

After suffering a devastating breakup, Gabriella Marano is ready to get her life back. Who better to reacquaint her with the pleasures of sex than a devastatingly handsome ball player? Tyler is well equipped to give her what she needs: a little harmless fun.

As their passion soars, Tyler realizes the woman who fires his blood holds his future in the palm of her hands.

In more ways than one.

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He’s got his eye on the ball, but his sights are set on her.

Spring Training Front Full SizeFor baseball superstar Garrett Donovan, his contract with the New York Empire baseball team meant he’d finally have the means to secure a future for his family. He should focus on that…not on the sassy, beautiful Jessa Montgomery — or what she looks like naked. Getting involved with the daughter of the Empire’s owner would be career suicide. Jessa is a distraction he can’t afford.

Her father had warned her never to get involved with his athletes, so his request that she keep an eye on his new star player came straight out of left field. The last thing Jessa needs is another spoiled, egotistical ball player to deal with. But Garrett is none of those things. His no-nonsense attitude and smooth Southern charm make her blood burn and her knees weak. Giving into temptation, she is consumed by the pleasure she finds in Garrett’s arms.

Jessa wants to protect his career. Garrett won’t let anything get in the way of their passion.

A passion that could cost him everything.

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Cooking Up a Story with Marianne Rice

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Marianne Rice – Debut Author

I’d like to welcome Marianne Rice who is joining me today to talk about her writing (and cooking) style. Her debut book False Start, the first of her McKay-Tucker Men series, released last Monday. ~ KaLyn Cooper

In the writing world, we often hear the words “plotter” and “pantser”. If you’re not a writer, these terms may be new to you. In a nutshell, a plotter is one who plots out every scene and chapter and makes notes and outlines before writing. A pantser is someone who sits down at their computer and writes the story as it comes to mind.

Me? I’m neither. I’m a cooker. Literally and figuratively. I love to cook, bake, grill, you name it. I’m obsessed with Pinterest and Allrecipes. I stew—pun intended—over a recipe and think about how I can make it my own by adding a dash of this, a splash of that, or what healthy substitutes I can use in place of butter or sugar. It’s fun, but I don’t like to be rushed in my food planning. When I make my way to the kitchen, I know I have all the ingredients and have even figured out the final presentation of my masterpiece. My end product is typically what I had envisioned, but sometimes while I’m in the heat of the moment—pun intended…again—I think of a new something special to add.

I do the same with my writing. I spend months thinking about my characters and all of their goals, motivation and conflicts—what drives them, scares them, and empowers them. Much to my husband’s dismay, I don’t think about him when I go to bed. Instead, I toss and turn, thinking about my characters and what sort of obstacles are going to get in their way and how they’re going to over come them. I typically run through the book a few times in my mind before I type a single word of the story. Then, when I have time (ha!), I sit down and let the words flow. My stories have thus far stayed on track, but a new idea or character may maneuver into the story along the way. I’m flexible like that. J

My first drafts aren’t very pretty. I know some writers who hem and haw and take hours to write a few paragraphs, but what they’ve written is beautiful and needs little revising. Me? I’d get too bogged down trying to coming up with the perfect metaphor and then life would happen, I’d get distracted with Facebook, Pinterest, or my kids, and all writing would cease. So instead of stressing over the little details, I get the words on the page before going back to make it pretty. I can handle life’s distractions because I know where I’m going.

This process has worked well for me (not so much for my husband). I love being able to sit in front of my laptop and write five thousand words in a few hours. There is no such thing as a perfect recipe; everything, whether it be chocolate cream puffs, carrot ginger soup, or my next book can be modified. But I like to have a vision of where I’m going, what I need to make it happen, and what it’s going to look like in the end.

And then I make myself a fancy drink (that I’ve found on Pinterest and tweaked) and celebrate my accomplishment.

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False Start Available NOW

He’s got to make the riskiest play of his life to get her to fall in love again …

Blurb

Ex-NFL player turned high school football coach Connor McKay is well loved by all…except by the sexy principal who wants to make changes to his athletic program. Intrigued by Meg Fulton’s beauty and intelligence, Connor doesn’t mind going head-to-head with her. When he and Meg are set up on a blind date, he’s finally able to open a crack in Meg’s high emotional wall and see the caring woman inside. What Connor doesn’t expect is that his buddy and ex-teammate is the one responsible for Meg’s wall in the first place. To choose between a one-time brother and the woman he’s fallen hopelessly in love with, Connor will make the riskiest play of his life.

Always the misfit growing up, newly hired high school principal Meg Fulton uses a fashionable wardrobe and a sharp tongue to keep men at a safe distance. After a drunken, abusive experience in the back of a Chevy as a naïve teen, she became a single mother with a tough hide…until Connor McKay walks into the picture. She can’t stand him. He’s a sports-loving alpha male––no thanks! Meg has a good reason to hate jocks. Been there, done that, much to her regret. But as her path continues to cross with Connor’s, and attraction heats to a boiling point, Meg learns there’s more to Connor than biceps and a tight rear end. Things are heating up with them, when someone from her past threatens to tear them apart. Meg runs for cover…and from Connor. It will take a leap of love for Meg to shed the scars of her past and let love into her life.

Excerpt:

“We need to talk.”

Startled by the deep growl, Meg Fulton looked up to the towering stack of testosterone filling her office doorway and cursed the butterflies that fluttered in her stomach.

She straightened her posture, ran her hand through her thick hair in an attempt to put all the strays back in place, and then reached for the lapels of the suit coat that wasn’t there. She felt vulnerable in her silk tank top and wished she had an extra layer to shield her from the menacing daggers targeted at her. Putting on the jacket would only make a spectacle of herself. The thin tank would have to do.

“Sure. Have a seat.” She crossed her legs and attempted to smile. Inwardly, Meg groaned. Connor McKay. She’d noticed him on the football field coaching his athletes and had not looked forward to the expected confrontation.

He remained in the doorway, making no move toward the empty seats across from her desk. His blond hair was short, barely longer than the scruff on his face, and as she looked up she saw his eyes—a fierce, fiery blue filled with accusation and something that ranged between confusion and lust.

Bio:

Marianne Rice writes contemporary romances set in small New England towns. Her heroes are big and strong, yet value family and humor, while her heroines her smart, sexy, sometimes a little bit sassy, and are often battling a strong internal conflict. Together, they deal with real life issues and always find everlasting love. When she’s not writing, Marianne spends her time buying shoes, eating chocolate, chauffeuring her herd of children to their varying sporting events, and when there’s time, relaxing with fancy drinks and a great read. She tries to make time for her husband too, but he often places behind her love affair with books.

Connect with her on Facebook http://facebook.com/Mariannericeauthor or

visit her website at http://www.mariannerice.weebly.com

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Happy Anniversary to…me

It’s flashback time!

Tuesday of this week marked the one year anniversary of the publication of One Night Stand. Can you believe it? I sure can’t. As an added anniversary present, ONS received the RomCon Reader’s Crown award for Best First Book! I’d be lying if I told you I didn’t do a little “snoopy” dance when I got that message.

It’s been a helluva year.

I’ve had a great time sharing Devlin in Lucky’s Charms and Garrett and Jessa in Spring Training with all of you. (Psst, Monday kicks off a two-week tour for Spring Training with a great prize at the end! Click here for details.) Annnnnd, in a few, short months, you’ll be able to revisit the Martin clan with Caleb Martin’s story, Shadow of Sin. (I swear, Moni, I’m going to finish it and send it to you.)

Hmmm, what else did I do in the last year?

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I shared stuff like this with you (remember him? Mmm.) —————>

 

 

 

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<——- And I shared the story of my beloved boxer, Titus–better known as Ty, Tybo, or Tybolicious–who still thinks it’s awesome to sleep on top of me, as seen here. All 68 pounds of him. 🙂

 

 

I’ve shared my favorite reads…as well as things that excite me. My heroes discussed the art of kissing (loved that one), and I’ve made some amazing friends – nine of them share this blog with me.

But, above all, I’ve had a great time getting to know all of you – the readers. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be able to do what I love. I’m truly grateful.

Now for that flashback I promised. Before Shadow of Sin releases, go back and see how it all started with Amanda and Joe!

One Night Stand

Amanda Martin has the worst taste in men. After being cheated on not once, but twice, she’s lost all faith in men…and in herself. Determined to regain her confidence, Amanda decides to have a one-night stand. No relationship, no promises, no threat of being hurt again…just sex. What she doesn’t anticipate is meeting a handsome-as-sin stranger who will give her pleasure unlike any she’s ever known.

Joe Sterling has spent his life avoiding relationships, his former job as a military sniper not allowing for such commitments. Now he’s come home to Texas, to let go of the past and to prove he is more than the killer he’s been trained to be. When Amanda’s life is threatened, Joe’s killer instinct is tested while Amanda struggles to protect her heart. Will they succumb to their overwhelming desire for each other, or lose it all by letting the past dictate their future?

To purchase One Night Stand: Amazon, Barnes and Noble, ARe, Liquid Silver Books

Until next time…

It’s Official…ish.

As of May 15th, I’m officially a full-time writer. Now, when I say officially, I mean I’m not working anywhere else except the clinic I own and operate as a one-woman, pain management and sports therapy clinic, and my home office (where I do most of my writing).

This is a huge deal. Those who know me will tell you I am a bit of a workaholic. The last time I worked only one job (over nine years ago), I worked in a high-level, high-stress environment for close to eighty hours a week – so that was like having two jobs at once. Over the last year, I’ve completed 18 hours of graduate studies with a 4.0, worked twenty hours a week as a graduate assistant, kept my business running and wrote close to three books.

This girl needs a nap! 🙂

So, all that being said, in order to keep the stories coming to you in a timely manner, something had to give. And I’m excited!

Next week I start a blog tour to promote the release of Spring Training – which will kick off with a special feature on Sunday! I’ll be posting tour dates on my blog as they come to me. Then, I’ll be headed to Colorado for RomCon, followed by a week-long writing retreat with some other awesome authors.

It’s going to be a busy summer, and I can’t wait. What is everyone else looking forward to this summer?

And before I go, thank you to everyone who has helped keep Spring Training at #29 in sports romance on Amazon! You guys rock!

Until next time…Garrett’s trading cards are on the way – here’s a sneak peek!

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Garrett Donovan                             

Hair: Sandy Blonde

Eyes: Blue

Occupation: Baseball player

Strengths: Knows how to handle his bat

Weaknesses: Biscuits and gravy, Jessa’s smile

Quote: “I don’t know which I’d rather eat. You or the cinnamon roll.”

 

Download your copy of Spring Training at Amazon. Print version coming soon!