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Here’s the scoop. I’m trying something new: KDP Select.
Like #baseball#romance? Get OGLING THE OUTFIELDER #free on #KindleUnlimited 4 a limited time. pic.twitter.com/pnulu27C6O
— Arlene Hittle (@ArleneHittle) August 29, 2016
Starting today through late November, Ogling the Outfielder will be available ONLY on Kindle—and it’s free for subscribers of Kindle Unlimited.
When I started writing the story, the intent was to enroll it in KU as a test. I just hadn’t yet gotten around to it. That is the case no more.
Click the teaser photo to go directly to the book’s Amazon page.
And if you like the sneak peek in the picture, here’s a bit more of that scene. Enjoy!
With his eyes closed, he heard Alex’s sneakers squeaking on the cement before he saw her.
He half-opened one eye. The second quickly followed, giving him a better view. She was…er… “Stunning.”
Alex’s cheeks turned pink, and she dropped her gaze to the floor. “Thanks.”
Crap. Her answer meant he’d said it aloud. One good thing: at least she knew how to take a compliment. Most women he knew brushed them off—or worse, fished for more.
Not that he wouldn’t willingly give them in Alex’s case. Her black T-shirt clung lovingly to full breasts. She was, if he had to guess, a solid C-cup. Just the way he liked—
Alex cleared her throat. “Sam?”
“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you’d never seen boobs before.”
The teasing note in her voice did nothing to assuage his guilt. He lifted his head and met her eyes. “Sorry.”
She was right. He’d been ogling boobs since age thirteen—so why did these particular breasts rob him of the power of speech?
They were nice, sure. Perfect globes, straining against soft black cotton. But he’d seen, even felt up, some of the finest tits money could buy. This specific intern’s perfectly nice rack shouldn’t leave his mouth dry and his jaw on the floor.
Alex’s arms crossed, thrusting what he couldn’t stop staring at into even more prominence.
He made an effort and dragged his gaze back to her face. “I’ll behave.”
Her lips lifted in a half smile. “Somehow I doubt that.”
“Would you like me better if I were well-behaved?”
Alex’s eyes widened. Her sharp intake of breath said she was as surprised by the question as he was.
“Never mind. Don’t answer that. Why don’t we start this whole conversation over?” He scrubbed his hand over his face as if that could erase the last several minutes. “Ready to grab some food?”
“No?” Damn. So much for starting over.
She shook her head. “That’s not what I meant. Yes, I’m hungry. Starved, as a matter of fact. The peanut butter toast I had for breakfast is long gone.”
She paused and drew a deep breath. “No, I wouldn’t prefer a well-behaved Sam Sloane.” A slow, sexy smile spread across her face, and she laid her hand on his forearm. “You’re perfect the way you are.”
“You think so, huh?” The warmth from her fingertips seeped into his skin. Her fingers tightened around his arm, and he stifled a groan. He was in trouble—and about as far from perfect as he could get. “What about the women in the shower?”
“They were stupid.” Alex’s tongue darted over her lower lip. “Everyone knows it’s not nice to kiss and tell.”
Big trouble. Sam jerked his arm out of her grasp, ignoring the hurt that flashed in her eyes. “We’d better get to the party before all the hot dogs disappear.”
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Long time no blog, eh?
I’m on vacation from the day job this week, so I have nothing but time to do all the things I want to do more often—and that includes jumping into this week’s My Sexy Saturday blog hop.
This week’s theme is “My Sexy Reunion”—and I can think of no more appropriate reunion than that of Dave and Melinda in Diva in the Dugout. Here, they renew their carnal acquaintance five years after a one-night stand made them parents—a fact of which Dave remains unaware for nearly five years.
“Mom knew me better than I knew myself, because I was already on my way to life in the slow lane. Another woman changed me, Mel.” His voice dropped. The gentle stroke of his thumb against her cheek fluttered her already-faltering heartbeat. “I never forgot the blonde bombshell who left me in the middle of the night.”
The husky declaration melted her last shreds of resistance. If he truly had never forgotten her, maybe they could have a happily-ever-after like her parents. Mel wanted so much to believe that. She needed to believe. She leaned into his caress, then closed the gap between them and brushed her lips to his.
Strong fingers threaded through her hair, and he deepened the kiss. Memories rushed back, memories of how strong she’d been all those years ago. How fearless. How easily they fit together, like two halves of one whole. So hot—and so right.
She wanted that again.
A whimper escaped from deep within her. From a place only one man—this man—had ever touched. Dave’s tongue stilled.
“Don’t stop now,” she murmured.
Mischief danced in his eyes. “I wasn’t planning to.” In one smooth motion, he slid one hand under her blouse and undid her bra.
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