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Notorious Man on Campus
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I actually made it to Hampton beach, finally! Just in time for foliage season, Lol! But it was gorgeous weather and the waves were warm enough to go in the water.
Now I'm back to writing the next book, the long-awaited sequel to Best Man on Campus where we see what happens with Ben and Jazzy in Hot Shot Rock Star!
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11.18.2021
Ben
Five lousy minutes. My first game in the NHL with the New York Islanders ends with me playing exactly five minutes. But it’s a start and being on the ice feels like heaven. I’m meeting with Jazzy after the game and I see her as I come off the ice. I watch her barge in where she doesn’t belong, because this isn’t a college game and they’re more serious about security protocols, but she doesn’t care. Security doesn’t succeed in holding her back.
She’s bouncing and breathless and shouting something about a big call as she runs past the guys coming off the ice into the hall to the locker rooms. They laugh at her, but she’s focused on me as I step off the ice dead last. Her face is white. Fear and excitement crease her brow.
What the hell? Then I know. “You heard from someone? Tell me who? What is it? They’re giving you a record deal? A concert tour?”
She launches herself into me, crying and smiling in the way I’m now familiar with, though it still sends a ping of fear through my belly until I wrap my arms around her to find she’s laughing, not sobbing.
“I got the call, Ben. Lion Bold wants me, but I don’t know. They want me all in, like a million percent committed, and I can’t do it without you.”
My hands quake, sending shocks of excitement and loss through me at the prospect.
“Don’t worry, Jaz, we’ll work it out. Everything will be fine.” As I touch her hair, let her jasmine scent soothe me, I feel the certainty that it will. That we’ll be together ultimately. And when she’s whole and ready for me, ready for us, we’ll have a family someday. For now, I smile down at her, at the tearless grin on her face to see her joy, separate from me, a joy in herself, another step toward her wholeness.
If I thought I was happy before, the sheer bliss of sharing her moment of triumph, of getting to the next hill of her battle, tells me I was wrong. Because this is what I live for. Seeing her succeed, move forward in steps small and large, fills my heart and soul.
“I love you so much, Jaz,” I whisper into her ear. I feel the shiver that runs through her at my words, the stunned look on her face, the same as the first time I told her and every time since, like she’s not sure if she should believe me.
“I hope you don’t mind if I love you too, but it’s too bad if you do, because it’s true.”
I laugh at her words. They’re a line in the last song she wrote about us, the one she recorded and sent to Lion Bold Records. The one that got her the deal. Her musician friends in Brooklyn recommended she submit there. Lion Bold acts like an artist manager and helps their musicians develop their careers. But they’re notoriously demanding.
Even though every fiber in me wants to, I’m not sure if I can take her song seriously, how much her words are made of passion or how deep her feelings go, if they’re real. Sometimes she doesn’t feel real, like she lives in an alternate universe and I’m not sure how much is because of her music and poetry or how much of it is to keep the shadow of her demons at bay.
Then she leans in, stares into my eyes, all intense and present, and my heart races ahead of my mind. She whispers, all serious.
“I do love you, Bennie. As much as I possibly can.”
Boom.
I swear I feel a thunderous crack in my soul. My heart breaks open and my soul sings hallelujah because I know it’s real this time. I can feel it, feel her being open with me, her energy always vibrant, suffuses me with the unmistakable gift of true love, the kind that never leaves, that exists on its own forever.
And even though we’re surrounded by fans and press and players lingering after the game as we stand in the hallway outside the locker rooms, I take her face in my hands and kiss her like the memory of it has to last forever, holding her as if she might disappear in a puff of fairy dust or ashes. And I know I love her more because she’ll let me. And it’s enough. Enough for now...
Or is it?
Find out in the spinoff story about Ben & Jazzy … HOT SHOT ROCK STAR!
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Coming Next... in 2 days!
He Has a Baby
Out 10.12.2021!
Here's an excerpt:
Rafe
“It’s you and me against the world, isn’t it, Lizette?” I say, smiling at her in spite of the terrible reality of the words, and she treats me to bubbles and cooing.
“That’s so tragic,” Chelsea says.
“No,” Zoey says, “something tells me they’re both fine.”
“We are,” I say. Lizette makes a noise like she’s going to cry, and I know the sign. “She’s hungry though.”
“Me too,” Ryan says. “Let’s eat.”
I go to grab the bag with her formula, but Zoey picks it up first. “I’ll take it for you. Think of me as your baby caddy. Since you forgot to bring some help.”
She flashes her twin-dimpled smile, and I find myself nodding in agreement. If my nanny Mrs. Freeny didn’t take off early this morning, I would have asked her to stay with Lizette even though it’s her day off. But I can handle Lizette. The question is whether or not I can handle Zoey, the hot goddess who seems to like babies.
“I’m guessing you like babies?”
“I do. I’m a big fan of hunky hockey players, too, FYI.” She wiggles her eyebrows like something out of a Marx Brothers movie, and I give her a double take as I walk out the door, nearly stumbling on the threshold.
Laughing, I say, “Good to know. You have your heart set on anyone in particular?”
Please let it be me. Please don’t let it be me.
Shoot me now because I don’t know what the fuck to think of this plain-talking stunner who has a way with babies.
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✍️My Writing Progress
2021 so far: 406,773 words, 5 Novels, 1 Novella
2021 Goal: 435,000 words, 5 Novels, 2 Novella
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What Am I Reading? This week I'm listening to On the Rebound by L.A. Cotton, a second chance sports romance.
How about you? Any football romance for you this week, to stay in the spirit of the season?
If you need a rec for a new read, check out this fun heart-warming romance by Mona Risk!
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Hope you're ready for the fall and all the cool reading time.
Warmest Regards,
