WILD PITCH by Karyn Gerrard and Gayl Taylor
Published By: Decadent Publishing Company, LLC
Published: Oct 02, 2014
ISBN # 9781613337523
Word Count: approx 15,000 1 Night Stand Series
BLURB: When recently divorced Connie arranges a wild 1Night Stand date for her widowed best friend, Nicole, she’s only got her friend’s happiness in mind. But one glance at the gorgeous younger man waiting at the Cougar Cave convinces Connie to seize the opportunity to act out her own secret fantasy—a three-way—if Nicole is up for the challenge. After all, she doesn’t even know about the original plan.
Cut from his Double-A baseball team, all Barrett Michaels wants to do is drown his sorrows. But he’s already paid for a 1Night Stand, and with the arrangements made, he decides to go through with it in hopes it will give him one night of happiness before figuring out what to do with his future. Though he asked for an experienced older woman, he receives not one, but two beautiful women, who offer a night of mind-blowing, sensual pleasure.
Can Madame Eve’s special brand of magic ease the pain and tear down the walls surrounding the hearts of three lonely people?
BUY LINKS:
Bass from inane techno music
reverberated off the wood-paneled walls of the Cougar Cave. The club buzzed
with excitement, pulsating with the promise of sex and the certain knowledge
that one-night stands were the main item on the snack menu.
Connie’s gaze slid back to the
hottie sitting alone in a booth directly across from them. The guy, in a word,
exuded perfection. Ascertaining his age proved difficult under the flashing
strobe lights, since he sat underneath a neon sign for Budweiser that cast a
reddish glow over his stunningly gorgeous face.
She’d asked for a ruggedly
handsome male under thirty, and the hunk seemed to fit the bill. His milk
chocolate-colored, tousled hair had an I-just-rolled-out-of-bed appearance.
Sexy. Like most young guys, he had scruffy whiskers, but her keen eye observed
the delectable cleft in his well-shaped chin. Three empty beer bottles and a
half-full glass sat in front of him, and he waved to the waiter for more.
A sly smile curved her mouth.
She’d been told, via e-mail from Madame Eve, that the “man under the Budweiser sign” would be game for a one-night stand with
an older woman. Drunk enough, he might even be open and willing to consider
Connie’s shocking, but sensual suggestion. Warming Nikki up to the idea might
prove a challenge though.
Connie had been about to
speak, but the words died in her throat the moment he rose, shook off his
leather jacket, and hung it on the coatrack on the back of the bench seat. Her
mouth dropped in shock, but she quickly recovered. Taller than she’d first
imagined, he stood at least a few inches over six feet. A skin-tight black
T-shirt hugged his powerful physique. Tucked into a pair of incredibly tight
blue jeans, it showcased his torso to sculpted excellence. Denim strained
across rock-hard thighs, a muscular, ass and—her held breath whooshed out and
ended in a moan—showed off an impressive package. Man-meat was sharpened into hardened precision, enough to rival the
marble statues of Greek gods. Even better than she could’ve hoped for.
She had to get a closer look.
Connie Hollingsway had just
found the meat filling for her hero sandwich. As far as she was concerned, the
man met all the requirements she’d requested from Madame Eve, and he sat in the
exact location where she’d been informed he’d be. Connie cast a quick glance
toward her best friend, Nicole Sullivan, and amended her thought to, our hero sandwich. After all, she’d
planned the evening for Nikki, as she could use the diversion. Truth be told,
so could Connie.
Bass from inane techno music
reverberated off the wood-paneled walls of the Cougar Cave. The club buzzed
with excitement, pulsating with the promise of sex and the certain knowledge
that one-night stands were the main item on the snack menu.
Connie’s gaze slid back to the
hottie sitting alone in a booth directly across from them. The guy, in a word,
exuded perfection. Ascertaining his age proved difficult under the flashing
strobe lights, since he sat underneath a neon sign for Budweiser that cast a
reddish glow over his stunningly gorgeous face.
She’d asked for a ruggedly
handsome male under thirty, and the hunk seemed to fit the bill. His milk
chocolate-colored, tousled hair had an I-just-rolled-out-of-bed appearance.
Sexy. Like most young guys, he had scruffy whiskers, but her keen eye observed
the delectable cleft in his well-shaped chin. Three empty beer bottles and a
half-full glass sat in front of him, and he waved to the waiter for more.
A sly smile curved her mouth.
She’d been told, via e-mail from Madame Eve, that the “man under the Budweiser sign” would be game for a one-night stand with
an older woman. Drunk enough, he might even be open and willing to consider
Connie’s shocking, but sensual suggestion. Warming Nikki up to the idea might
prove a challenge though.
Connie had been about to
speak, but the words died in her throat the moment he rose, shook off his
leather jacket, and hung it on the coatrack on the back of the bench seat. Her
mouth dropped in shock, but she quickly recovered. Taller than she’d first
imagined, he stood at least a few inches over six feet. A skin-tight black
T-shirt hugged his powerful physique. Tucked into a pair of incredibly tight
blue jeans, it showcased his torso to sculpted excellence. Denim strained
across rock-hard thighs, a muscular, ass and—her held breath whooshed out and
ended in a moan—showed off an impressive package. Man-meat was sharpened into hardened precision, enough to rival the
marble statues of Greek gods. Even better than she could’ve hoped for.
She had to get a closer look.
Hot baseball player. Two older ladies. (No FF interaction, by the way) 1 wild night.
Can three lonely people keep pain, bitterness, and grief at bay or will emotional fireworks tear down the walls surrounding their hearts?
Karyn Gerrard Bio:
Karyn’s been happily married for a long time to her own hero. His encouragement keeps her moving forward.
Karyn's Site/Facebook/Twitter/Pinterest
Gayl Taylor's Bio:
Although she still has her day job, at night Gayl writes sensual, erotic romance often finding inspiration in her experiences and surroundings. There are pieces of her in all the characters whose stories she tells.
Gayl lives in the San Francisco Bay Area with her three sons and rock star cat. She is a firm believer in love and the power of romance.
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