Andrea Spring doesn't love baseball, but she sure loves baseball players. When her carefully-crafted casual sex life gets rocked by unexpected forces, she meets the challenge with her unique style. There's nothing conventional about this woman. When Andi plays, everybody wins.Available now from Phaze, FictionWise, All Romance eBooks, and MobiPocket.
October, 2007
ISBN 978-1-59426-772-7
$5 (38K words)
EXCERPT:
Andrea Spring lifted her head and, sweeping her dark hair from her eyes, peeked over the broad shoulder of the shortstop in search of the clock. Six fifty-three, if it could be believed. With a sigh, she carefully removed the second baseman's arm from her waist and eased her nude body toward the foot of the king-sized bed. Neither man stirred as she extricated the meat from their human sandwich, chuckling as her foot landed on a sticky condiment.
She wondered how long she'd slept. Couldn't have been more than a couple hours, since it was already approaching midnight when they reached the hotel where the team was staying during its three-game series with the Sox. The final game in that series started in just over six hours, so she'd soon have to rouse her sleeping studs if she was to receive the type of farewell fuck she desired.
The used condom adhered to the bottom of her foot, and she hopped as she peeled it off. Closing the door as quietly as possible, Andrea flicked on the bathroom light and blinked as her eyes adjusted to its garish brightness. She splashed cold water on her face, finger-brushed her teeth with the tiny tube of complimentary toothpaste, and used the bidet to freshen up before returning to find the vacancy she'd created unchanged.
Slipping her body between the fine specimens of male flesh, she squirmed until she rested on her back and took a cock in each hand. "Batters' up," she whispered.
She wondered how long she'd slept. Couldn't have been more than a couple hours, since it was already approaching midnight when they reached the hotel where the team was staying during its three-game series with the Sox. The final game in that series started in just over six hours, so she'd soon have to rouse her sleeping studs if she was to receive the type of farewell fuck she desired.
The used condom adhered to the bottom of her foot, and she hopped as she peeled it off. Closing the door as quietly as possible, Andrea flicked on the bathroom light and blinked as her eyes adjusted to its garish brightness. She splashed cold water on her face, finger-brushed her teeth with the tiny tube of complimentary toothpaste, and used the bidet to freshen up before returning to find the vacancy she'd created unchanged.
Slipping her body between the fine specimens of male flesh, she squirmed until she rested on her back and took a cock in each hand. "Batters' up," she whispered.
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