Blurb:
Virginia Miller is an up-and-coming tennis
star. She’s gone from a ratty tennis court in a park in south London, England,
to the world’s top training facility—Los Carlos Tennis Academy in California.
In awe of the talent around her, Virginia is all the more determined to make
the most of the opportunity and show that she’s worthy of her place there. Her
mentor, Nadia Gorlando, has every faith in her.
But Virginia finds herself
distracted—Nadia, as well as being a top-notch tennis player, is seriously
sexy, and Virginia’s mind keeps wandering where it shouldn’t. Will her crush
get in the way of her career, or can she find a way to push the other woman out
of her mind before it’s too late?
Please
note: This is a re-released title with a new
cover—the book content hasn’t changed.
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*****
Excerpt:
Nadia Gorlando and I had just gotten off
the exercise bikes in the gym when one of the academy’s coaches, Peter Ross,
headed over to us, all smiles.
“Hey, Nadia,” he said, his all-American
grin widening and his blond hair flopping down over his forehead, “I need a
huge favor.”
I flicked my gaze to Nadia. She raised one
of her perfectly shaped eyebrows and waited for him to continue. He did.
“I totally lost track of time just now and
I have an appointment with Travis Connolly. Would you mind wiping down my
machine for me? Or maybe stick a note on it saying it’s out of order? I don’t
want to leave it all sweaty for someone else. You’ll be doing me a real solid.
I’ll owe you.”
My jaw almost hit the floor.
Now Nadia rolled her eyes, looked over at
the offending machine, then back at Peter. “Sure, I understand,” she said, as
cool as ice. “The world’s number one can’t wait. Go right ahead—I’ll fix it for
you.”
He babbled a load of thanks, then jogged
out of the gym.
I gaped at her. “You’re not going to do it,
are you?”
Nadia chuckled. “Of course not. He may be
coaching Travis Connolly and Rufus Lampani for the US Open, but that doesn’t
mean I’m going to clean up his mess.” She pointed with her chin over to the
machine Peter had just vacated. “Come on, V, I’ll show you how I’m going to deal
with this.”
I followed her, grinning. Her tone told me
that it was going to be something fun. Well, for us, anyway. Probably not for
Peter.
Sure enough, when she returned from the
room off the side of the gym, she had a pad of paper and a pen in her hands.
Deliberately shielding the pad from my view, she wrote something down, then
pulled off the top sheet. Folding it, she then propped it on the sweat-slicked
seat so the writing was on view to anyone who happened past.
When I’d read and absorbed the words, I
turned to Nadia, impressed. Her smile lit up her face, showing dimples in each
cheek, and her brown eyes gleamed with amusement.
It was in that moment that I decided I had
the serious hots for Nadia Gorlando.
The sign read,
PLEASE EXCUSE THE STATE OF THIS MACHINE.
PETER ROSS, TENNIS COACH SUPREMO, “LOST TRACK OF TIME”.
*****
Author
Bio:
Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author
of erotic romance novels Stately
Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic
Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller) and Eyes Wide Open (an Amazon bestseller). Including novels, short stories and
novellas, she has over 140 publications to her name. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more about
her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk,
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