Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Spring Training by Parker Kincade Blog Tour

For 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.


Hunger burned in his eyes, his expression pained. “Jesus, Jessa. You’re going to kill me.” His mouth was already moving, burning a trail across her throat. He eased to one side, his hand catching the hem of her shirt, lifting it to reveal her belly. Her vagina contracted, releasing proof of her arousal, dampening her already moist panties.  
Her breath caught as he feathered his fingertips across her skin. They should stop. Her dad would kill them both if he ever found out, and Garrett had much more to lose than she did. Her dad would forgive her for messing around with one of his players. But Garrett, his penalty could be much more severe.
“Don’t ever get involved, Jessa.” Her dad’s warning echoed through her head. How many times had he uttered that sentence? A hundred? A thousand? She’d never been tempted before.
She was tempted now.
She didn’t think her dad would go so far as to fire him. Truth was, she didn’t know what he’d do. At the very least, Garrett’s reputation could be tarnished. 
His distracting fingers grazed the edge of her breast, almost depleting her reserve of self-control. “Wait.” She locked her hand around his wrist. “We have to stop.” 
Awareness dawned in his eyes. He drew an unsteady breath as he rested his forehead against hers. “Oh, fuck. Jessa. I’m sorry. I don’t know what … fuck.” He rolled off her and fell to the floor. 
She was relieved to see he was as lost as she was. She turned, propped her head in her hand, and gazed down at him. God, he was gorgeous. His hair was cut shorter than she’d seen before, but was still long enough to appear mussed from her fingers. His lips were drawn tight, the muscles in his cheeks working overtime. The impressive bulge in his jeans made her mouth water. She forced her gaze away, dangerously close to forgetting why she’d stopped.
She soothed a finger over his forehead. “You’re going to break your teeth.”
He kept his eyes closed. “Gimme a minute and I’ll head out.”
“No rush.” 
His eyes snapped open. Pure, animal lust burned in a sea of blue. “You sure about that? Because right now all I can think of is how good your mouth tastes and how hot your pussy felt rubbing against me. I want nothing more than to fuck the shit out of you right now, Jessa.” He grimaced. “Still think I should hang around?”
Yes, please! She groaned and rolled to her back, his brutal words making her quiver at the possibility. “Do you have to be so crude about it?” So primal.
He pushed to his feet. “I’m not being crude. I’m being honest.” He shoved his hands through his hair, lacing them together behind his neck. “I could give you flowery words, all pretty and delicate. Hell, you deserve that.” He pinned her with a stare. “But I’m not feeling all that delicate right now. My gut is burning with the need to bend you over that table and …” His voice turned guttural. “Time to go.” 
Jessa sat up with the intent to follow, but he stopped her with a look. “Keep your seat, I can see myself out.”  
She sat back and brought her knees to her chest. “Garrett?” Don’t go. She didn’t know what else to say. “Thanks for the pizza.” 
He chuckled as he opened the door, waving a hand to let her know he’d heard her. “You betcha.” 


About Parker

Parker Kincade is an award-winning erotic romance author of The Martin Family Series. Her first novel, One Night Stand, won the category of Best Erotic Romance in the Celtic Hearts Romance Writers Golden Claddagh contest and was named finalist in the Romance Writers of America/Passionate Ink Stroke of Midnight contest.

Parker lives in the southern United States with her husband, children and beloved boxer sidekick. She loves reading, playing golf, spending time with her family and friends, ice cream from the ice cream truck, taking her dog to the park and watching old musicals.  



No comments:

Post a Comment