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She has books available from Crimson Romance, Lyrical Press/Kensington, and Musa Publishing, as well as self-published stories in the Afótama Legacy, Den of Sin, and Shrew & Company series.
What inspired you to write your book?
Winterball is part of a shared world, multi-author continuity series called Den of Sin, which is in its third season. Winterball dives farther into a minor league baseball team subplot sparked in the previous season’s story O for Two.
Here is a short sample from the book:
“You don’t care about ball anymore?”
“Yeah, I care. I’ll never stop caring about ball. That doesn’t mean I’m going to be able to play forever.”
“Just give me one more season, Bart. Cone on,” Evan said in a cajoling tone Bart had never heard from the man in two years. Evan Boswell didn’t beg for shit, so the fact he was doing it now felt like splinters to the heart.
Back in the day, Bart and Clint had had a great run together, but Bart didn’t become starting catcher until Clint’s second-to-last season. They were great friends and had a strong on-field dynamic, but good as they were, they weren’t in sync the same way Bart was with Evan. Clint and Bart were both too dominant to cede much to each other, whereas Evan just trusted him unflinchingly.
Yeah, that was something special.
Bart let out a ragged exhale. “Hey, all I can promise is that I’ll think about it.” He waved the bartender away and pushed his second beer to Evan. He just knew Evan was going to needle him all night about baseball, so he should probably leave him to his evening. Once Evan found a nice curvy brunette to simulate sex with on the dance floor, the only balls and bat that would matter would be the ones in his fitted white pants.
Bart looked his friend up and down through the corners of his eyes and groaned inwardly. A man shouldn’t look that good in white, especially when there wasn’t red clay from the baseball diamond ground into it.
“You waiting on someone?” Evan asked. “You use the matchmaker or are you just looking to see what looks good?”
Bart turned his ring around and rubbed the white stone.
No one looked good except Evan.
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