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Summer Heat 3 - Featuring "Balls in her Court"
Midnight
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Erotic-ahh Digest Vol 06-19
ISSN1-1555-5496 Vol 06-19
Genre: Contemporary
Format: e-Book
During one of the
hottest months around, passions sizzle to a new high,
and romance blooms into a marvelous beauty. Bright days
and heated nights engulf us with their warmth, sending
our heated senses into an overdrive of sweating bodies,
hearts and minds. |
On the court, Misty is a fierce competitor. Off the
courts, she worries about whatever everything else
thinks and wants. Her routine life takes a sudden fumble
when Clay Monnaco steps on the court. His laid back ways
and caring nature clash with her independent ways.
When Misty spies on Clay in the locker room, the heat
gets turned up. Soon tennis and love equal a perfect
match.
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Excerpt
Misty raised
her racket to hit the oncoming ball when a man, more like a god,
walked onto the court with a movie star aura. It wasn’t just his
bleached white shirt tucked into a crisp white pair of shorts
showing off a gorgeous sun kissed tan, or the wild mop of dark hair
she’d love to run her fingers through, no, it was his smile and the
way it radiated sophisticated charm, sultry sex, and cool
confidence.
She watched him reach up to brush away a strand of hair from his
eyes and got knocked hard in the head by an oncoming ball. How
embarrassing! That would teach her to lose focus. She motioned to a
teenage boy dressed in a navy polo and khaki shorts and he ran out
and stopped the automatic ball machine.
The good-looking stranger made a beeline right toward her, his
forehead creased in genuine concern. “Wow, looks like it got you
good. Are you okay?”
She rubbed her forehead and shrugged. “I’ll live.”
“I’ve been watching you and I must say, I’m impressed. You have a
mean backhand.”
Misty’s lips curled into a polite smile. “I’m a professional, what
can I say.”
His eyes, a stunning shade of turquoise, locked on hers. She
couldn’t remember the last time a guy made her nervous, especially
on her own court. Intimidation had always been her forte. He reached
out his hand; a sleek gold watch cinched loosely around his wrist,
made a clinking sound. She didn’t dare touch him.
“I’m Clay Monnaco,” his deep, sultry voice made her right eye
twitch.
“Mm hm,” she’d meant to sound impartial, but a hint of interest
popped in there unexpectedly.
“I thought maybe your coach might have mentioned me. I’m here to
play in the doubles tournament. I’ve been instructed to help a Misty
Valence with her style and performance. Seems she has a difficult
time being a team player.”
Misty felt the anger rise from the pit of her stomach. The nerve of
her overpriced coach going behind her back and setting something up,
as if she didn’t have a say in her own damn career. If her parents
hadn’t been such good friends with Brolin Masters, she would have
fired him ages ago and taken up with someone more down-to-earth.
“Do you happen to know where I can find Ms. Valence?”
She spread her arms wide and did a full three-sixty. “You’re looking
at her. But you already knew that, didn’t you.”
Clay chuckled and took in a panoramic view of the tennis courts
before looking her square in the eye.
“You strike me as someone very…independent, shall we say.”
“Thank you. I’ll take that as a compliment.”
He looked her up and down and then gestured toward the ball machine.
“Please, don’t let me stop you from your practice.”
Her eyes squinted. Was he trying to suggest something, or did he
always act cocky. His eyebrows were deceiving, she decided. They
were full and showed his emotion depending on how he positioned
them. He had them set in a challenge and she vowed to show him.
“Don’t mind if I do. Not like I need the practice, mind you, but I
like to stay fit.”
His eyes once again traveled up and down her figure and lingered at
her legs. “You don’t have to worry about your body, trust me.”
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