Here are six paragraphs from my current work in progress, the third book in the Mustangs Baseball series, Bases Loaded.
He didn’t know what, exactly, drew him to her. Even from this distance, he could tell her skin was creamy smooth. He silently cursed the fluorescent lighting that made it impossible to tell if the glossy mane cascading in soft waves over her shoulders, framing her face in silk, was dark brown or black. Either way, it was going to look perfect fanned across the white sheets on his bed.
If she was wearing makeup, it was understated, barely there at all. She smiled at someone she knew and Tony’s knees almost buckled. Damn. Petal pink lips were such a turn-on. He bet there were a few other places on her luscious body he would find that same delectable color and he vowed to taste every last one of them.
“Put your tongue back in your mouth.” Tanner Haverford, the Mustangs second baseman stepped up to the bar, blocking Tony’s view. “You look stupid.”
Tony stepped to the side and zeroed in on his royal blue target. “Shut up, Tanner.”
She was round in all the right places, and he had no trouble imagining how wonderful her soft curves would feel beneath him. But there was more to this feeling than lust—though that certainly wasn’t in doubt. He knew her on some deep level he didn’t pretend to understand. He just knew it was so. She was his soul mate.
The thought rocked him back on his heels, but he couldn’t take his eyes off her. His woman headed for the silent auction tables set up around the perimeter of the room. He studied the sway of her hips. God, he was a lucky man. He would gladly follow that around for the rest of his life.
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