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About the author:
Tarrah Anders is a contemporary romance author who is all about the feels, with the twists of sexy mixed in between. Writing has always been a passion and Tarrah loves to share her words, her characters and the world that they live in with her readers. Tarrah enjoys creating characters that you can be friends with, so get ready to make some new friends.
She is originally from the San Francisco Bay Area, but living in beautiful San Diego with her family, while working in Program Management within the social work field.
What inspired you to write your book?
I am a huge baseball fan and was a part of a baseball anthology.
Here is a short sample from the book:
I arrive on time and even early just in case this fan did, too. I wait in the clubhouse just as the email directions instructed me to. I was killing it in Candy Crush when I hear a door open.
Melinda enters first, followed by a petite female. Melinda is talking loudly explaining to her about the day as they approach me. I stand, pocket my phone and wait for her to introduce us.
“Gunnar Reynolds, this is Ms. Sawyer Rotham. She will be spending the day with you. Sawyer, you have my card; call me if you should need me at any time. Gun, behave.” she points her finger and then retreats.
“You’re my Ultimate Fan?” I ask her in disbelief, my eyebrows shooting to my hairline.
I turn to Melinda, “I thought these things would be with a kid?”
“Well, I wouldn’t call me your ultimate fan, but I like baseball,” she shrugs her voice soft.
“Do you like baseball? Do you know who I am?” I ask incredulously as she wrinkles her nose at me.
“Sure, you’re The Gun. Everyone in San Diego knows who you are, and your face is on some of those streetlight banners around town. You are popular with the ladies, and you are one of those do-gooder players. It’s nice to meet you,” she says as she steps forward and offers her hand.
“Nice to meet you. So, this Ultimate Fan thing is a chance to give our fans a glimpse at our world, kind of like a day in the life sort of gig. I hope that you didn’t have any manicures set or anything,” I joke.
“I’m all yours.” she smiles.
I take in her appearance, and note that she is breathtakingly gorgeous. She has long dark wavy brown hair, honey brown eyes, pouty pink lips and flawless olive skin.
She’s dressed casual in a V-neck white tee, jeans with holes at the knees with a flannel wrapped around her waist and white chucks. She smiles as my eyes reach her face again, and I should feel like a pervert for giving her the up and down.
But I honestly don’t.
She’s absolutely beautiful.
I’m all yours.