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Hello !

It's still wicked hot here. How about where you are? After weeks of this sultry weather that we don't usually get for this long here in the northeast, I can't use the heat as an excuse not to write.

Not that I was trying to procrastinate or anything...

Now I'm kicking butt on my work-in-progress, The Cheerleader!

So I have a surprise snippet for you!

Also, we're making great progress on the Kickstarter Project--

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A heartfelt thank you to all of you who backed The Cheerleader 💜

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At SQ's House

This week my son from D.C. is visiting with his girlfriend! They were recently in Italy ➜➜➜➜➜

I happened to be going through old photos fir research of The Cheerleader, and I came across some photos of my son as a little tyke.

So of course I shared the photos with his girlfriend. That was fun! (Truthfully, he didn't mind because he was a cutie as a tot.)

How many of you have done that--or been subjected to the memory lane photos?

Meanwhile,

We're still watching the Olympics and the number of televised events is overwhelming!

Who can keep up?

BTW, I never knew men played field hockey! And did you see the Kayaking Cross? It's Kayaking as a contact sport in a water park style venue! Very cool.

What's your newly discovered summer Olympic sport?

About the HIP: 7 weeks since my hip surgery and I had my check-up. Surprisingly, the doc said no Physical Therapy! Not sure if that's good or bad or normal... 💜

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Favorite reviews--from way back!

Spicy Sports Romance

Playing the Game

"Once again, Stephanie Queen demonstrates her ability to create quirky and funny characters from opposite sides of the sex fence, place them smack in the middle of the game of life and make them play ball.  I highly recomment Playing The Game.”

--Aroke, Amazon

Let me give a truly heartfelt thank you to all of you who write and post reviews for any of the books you read. It means a great deal to every author I know.

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🔥🔥SIZZLING SNIPPET OF THE WEEK!🔥🔥

Playing With the Bridesmaid

Max

“Working? Is that what you call playing football?” Natalie said.

My cock reacted to her sass predictably.

“Don’t let the notion that it’s a game fool you. Football is a lot of hard work.”

“I wasn’t fooled for a minute,” she said, and I knew she wasn’t talking about football being a game. She was still waiting for me to share something heavy.

“Tell me about your life,” I said. That ought to keep her talking, keep the conversation off me. I was having a hell of a time keeping things light. Too damn serious all the time. I pushed the hair out of her face and tugged on her hand to walk again.

“I’d rather hear about your girls,” she said.

“Don’t tempt me. I’ll have you bored with the rantings of a proud papa within minutes.”

“I doubt it—I mean I doubt I’d be bored. I’m a kindergarten teacher. It’s a requirement of the job to be enthralled by small children.”

“I’ll bet they’re enthralled by you right back.” I gave her a look that telegraphed my appreciation, taking in her face, her lively eyes, her pouty mouth. And not least of all, feeling the warmth of her giving heart and soul.

“I think you just gave me an orgasm.” 

Her words stopped me in my tracks. She wore a straight face and had one hand clutched to her breast, covering the creamy mound that glistened above the shimmer of her neckline.

I had no choice but to laugh. And then to pull her in close. She was a kick.

“If that’s what you think, Red, then you don’t know what an orgasm is,” I said, managing to keep my voice light while I had her hot body in my arms.

Her eyes went wide, as if she wasn’t used to being one-upped in the game of shocking statements. But I’d been around the block and then some compared to her.

“You . . . surprise me.” She stared, her head tilted at a sharp angle because I had her plastered against me where I could feel her heart beat against mine, could feel the soft flesh of her breasts crushed against me, could feel all kinds of things. My dick took notice and commanded me to hold on tighter.

Maybe it was my dick that caused me to lean my head down, to bring my mouth close to hers, or maybe it was the vulnerable sweet look in her shocked eyes contrasting with her wanton flaming red hair and barely there dress that made me touch my lips to hers.

Just a soft brush, testing and tasting, and then another, firmer plant of my lips on hers, this time claiming and exploring as she opened herself to me. I felt her arms go around my neck and the crashing waves seemed to roar in my ears, blocking everything else out under the blanket of the night sky.

It felt like we were alone in the world, like there was nothing but the night, no passage of time, nothing else but our kiss, our bodies pressed together, my tongue tangling with hers, my breath turning ragged in spite of all my vaunted conditioning. Lifting my mouth from hers, I panted, watching her chest heave as if we’d been running through the night. 

We might as well have run long and far because I felt like we were in another world. The way she looked at me, all carnal and innocent mingling together in a heady combination I never remembered seeing. Not since . . . I was young. A long time ago.

“Don’t stop,” she said, breathless. She stood on her toes to find my mouth with hers.

I obliged, bending my head, living in the moment as I’d planned to do, enjoying the time out of life, the aside of this weekend adventure. She was warm and giving and her plump lips lush and titillating. My dick didn’t stand a chance against the onslaught of sensations, of the scent of her, feel of her as it stiffened like a pole and found a warm place to nestle between us, against her belly.

Damn. This was fast. My head spun with the rapid escalation of pleasure to desire, then to need. 

She broke away from the kiss, a sheen of perspiration making her face glisten, her lips kiss swollen, her eyes glassy and molten, reflecting the way I felt. I had no idea what to do next—well, that's not exactly true.

My dick told me exactly what to do, but I still had a few molecules of working brain power to tell me going there, here on the beach, now, wasn’t the thing to do. 

“Let’s sit,” she said, pulling on my hand, until she had us down on the packed damp sand.

“Natalie—” I had no idea what to tell her. I felt old and like a teenager at the same time.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been this . . . enthralled by a man,” she said.

As I circled an arm around her, she laced her legs between and over mine, making me wish I was wearing shorts so I could feel her skin against skin. Instead, I reached down with one hand and stroked the smooth pale skin of her leg, moving my hand up her thigh until...

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Susie

“Aren’t you in training?” I ask Bryan, my bright cheerleader smile in place like it's glued on after hours of practice.

He’s standing at the edge of our group, near the door as if he wants to escape, holding an almost full glass of flat beer and I bet it’s warm.

“Aren’t you?” he says, not returning my smile.

“Touché.”

Before I can say more, some guy almost crashes into me and Bryan pulls me out of the way, shielding me with his body as if I’m in harm’s way. I guess I am.

The drunk guy looks me over, ignoring Bryan. “Well hello there pretty girl.” 

“Hi there drunk guy.”

He laughs, then he squints as he studies me, trying to figure out what to say next and I smile because he’s a little cute. “Hey, I know you—you’re a cheerleader.”

My smile falters and I nod, not sure how to react. Should I be flattered that he recognizes me, or wary?

I can feel Bryan’s eyes on me while I decide and I know without looking his face is expressionless. It’s his default reaction to me and that bugs me. I forget about trying to figure out the drunk guy. The desire to make Bryan smile, a real smile, or even to make him laugh, seems more important.

“I’m surprised you recognize anyone, drunk guy.” I dart a glance at Bryan. He's still poker faced.

“I’m not drunk. Not yet. Hey how about if we chug? Whoever wins, buys the beer.”

I laugh because drunk guy convinces me he’s very drunk. “Thank you for your confidence in my breadth of skills, but I’m not a beer chugger.”

He moves close and if there was any question left about his drunken state, it's now resolved based on the smell of his breath.

He leers at me. “What do you chug?” 

Before I have a chance to answer, Bryan steps between us, moving drunk guy back a step without touching him.

“She’s not interested in chugging. Move along.”

Drunk guy squints up at him as if he’s noticing him for the first time. “Do I know you?” Then he looks at me. “Are you with him.”

“No.” We both say it at once.

“Then—”

“But Bryan’s right, I’m not—”

“Bryan? Are you sure you’re not someone I know?”

Bryan stares back at him without answering for a beat of silence.

I huff because I may as well put an end to the stare down before drunk guy gets himself into trouble.

“He’s—”

“No one. I’m no one.” Bryan cuts me off in a quiet, yet almost menacing voice. 

I turn back to, him to find him watching me. No expression, but I’m sure he doesn’t want me outing that he’s a football player and I’m curious why.

“I was going to tell him you're a farmer.”

A flicker of something crosses his face and I smile, choosing to believe that something in his expression is approval. Not sure why I’m pleased with his approval—real or imagined.

“A farmer?” Drunk guy has a laugh in his voice.

Bryan shifts his attention back to him.

Drunk guy grins. “You an Ag major?”

“Yes.” Bryan stares a beat. “Problem with that?” He says the words in a low growly voice that reminds me of an animal in the night, the kind you don’t want to tangle with.

 Drunk guy appears to agree with my impression because he backs up, gives me a salute and turns away, stumbling past the rest of our group before he melts into the crowd.

I look around to see Liz and Judy flirting with Eldy. He’s flanked by a few guys from the team who are trying to get noticed. They’re all holding glasses of beer in various stages of empty.

The sensation of being out of place breezes over me like a chill. What the hell am I doing here? In a pub when I don’t even like beer?

“What’s wrong?”

I look up at Bryan, shocked at his tone of voice, so different than the menace of a moment ago, still quiet, but caring. Then I remember his concern for Liz that night when I first met him.

I smile at him, but he holds onto his almost concerned expression, waiting for me to answer.

“I…” I almost say I’m fine. Nothing’s wrong, but I can’t. He continues to stare patiently and something about him demands honesty..

Heaving a breath, I give it to him.

“I don’t want to be here. Not really. I mean, the girls are fun, but I don’t like beer or drunk guys and…” I run out of reasons for how I feel and end up a little confused.

He nods. “I’m leaving. I’ll walk you—”

“No, you don’t have to do that. I came with Liz and—”

“Tell her you want to leave.” He pauses and almost smiles again, if that tell-tale tick in the corner of his mouth counts. “She’ll understand. She’s good people.”

I laugh. “I guess you would know.”

That gets me an instant frown.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Nothing. Just that you know each other. From high school, right?” Shit. I have no business insinuating they have a relationship, or ever had one.

He nods. “We do know each other. I don’t know what else she’s told you, but I consider her a friend.”

It’s not my imagination that he emphasizes the word friend and it’s a little scary that his emphasis would set off a wave of nerves tingling in my stomach...

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