Welcome to 90 Days to Score,
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In Texas, football isn't all fun and fanatics…it can be fatal.
Two years ago, I’d married for love.
Little had I known I was marrying into a threesome.
Now my wannabe ex is dead, and everybody thinks I did it.
Worse—I inherited everything…including the Roughriders, the NFL franchise the locals follow with a religious fervor bordering on a cult-like fanaticism.
Imagine, in Dallas, a woman, and worse, a Northerner, running their sainted team?
My name is Brinda Rose, and I’m a Jersey girl caught in the net of Southern pretense, privilege, and back-stabbing, with nary a rule book to guide me.
The whole city seems out for my blood.
But the NFL gave me 90 days to solve my pesky little legal issues and prove I am up to the task of running an NFL franchise. Big of them.
My pal, Lucky O’Toole sent reinforcements in the form of a long, tall, drink of Texas charm named Paxton Dane, although he’s as clueless as I am in the kind of voodoo needed to fend off the coffee-klatch of bored, bitter wives of the power brokers in town.
Intent on protecting their positions (even if it means defending the scum they married) they feast on newcomers with a piranha frenzy.
As if this wasn’t bad enough, I keep seeing flashes of a guy tailing me who looks a lot like my ex.
Could he be alive? The thought has me sleeping with a handgun and doubting my sanity.
With a fortune on the line and everyone from players, to coaches, to investors, to even my former father-in-law, hiding secrets and working angles, 90 days seems an impossibly short amount of time to solve my problems, and an impossibly long amount of time to stay alive.
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P.S: For those of you who are Lucky fans, Lucky makes an appearance or two and Paxton Dane is back and very much front-and-center…
- 90 Days to Score – Day 82
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“You do?” I paused, my flute halfway to my lips, the bubbles tickling my nose.
Dane had been more free with his Scotch—he didn’t go for a forth glass. I didn’t care how many glasses I’d had—who was counting? Clearly, I’d lost my self-restraint along with my self-respect. He jiggled the ice in his glass. “I checked with the Dallas PD. The hospital called them in. They first worked Mr. Franklin then his house as crime scenes. Turns out they found some synthetic blonde hairs, long blonde hairs, both on Mr. Franklin and at the scene.”
“A wig?” I whispered. Somewhere in the deep, dark recesses a bell jangled.
“Consistent with a wig, yes. They’re working with the ME to trace it further, if possible.”
I cradled my flute in my lap as I leaned back, my legs crossed, my feet tucked under me. Finally, I met Dane’s emerald-greens. “We’re looking for a guy…or a woman who isn’t blonde.”
He gave me a lazy grin. “You missed your calling.”
“I’ve no stomach for it.” On cue, my stomach growled loud enough for both of us to hear. We shared a laugh, which helped break the tension.
“You hungry?” Dane asked the obvious.
“Yes, but I don’t dare. I have no confidence that food will stay where I put it.”
“A hot bath, then?” Pink rose in his cheeks as he studiously avoided mention of my shower and its weird and wonderful massaging nozzles.
Dane and a hot bath in the same thought settled my stomach but lit a fire. Warmth flooded through me. The guy was sex-on-a-stick. In my weakened state, all I could think about were his hands, his lips, and where they might travel if given free rein.
My feet hit the floor, and I slammed down my flute with a bit more force than intended, startling us both. “Yes, a cold shower…no, a hot bath, sorry, will be just the ticket.” Here I was shutting down other parts of my body, and it was my mouth that gave me away.
Leaving his glass, Dane rose and extended a hand. “Let me help you.”
I didn’t know what kind of help exactly he offered, but I’d take what I could get. I took his hand, then shivered when his warmth met my cold.
He led me to the stairs, then paused in the doorway of my room. “You okay with this?” he asked, his voice deep and husky.
“Don’t give a gift horse the chance to run away.” My voice had gone all whispery as I breathed him in.
He gave me a lazy grin, his eyes capturing mine as he worked my top off one shoulder. He bent his head and nibbled the exposed flesh, sending arcs of desire spearing to my core. I reached for the top button of his jeans. His hand captured mine. “Slowly, Brinda,” he whispered, his breath a warm caress on my neck. “Relax. Let me play. You’ll get your chance.”
I relinquished myself to him. He skinned my camisole over my head then bent to toy with my nipples taut and begging against the thin silk of my bra. He caught one in his teeth, gently biting, then rolling it. I arched back over his arm holding me, surrendering completely, offering myself to him and to the tug of pleasure long denied. With two fingers and the flick of his wrist, he undid the catch of my bra. When his mouth closed over my flesh, and his tongue played with my nipple, I groaned as a climax shot through me. My body remembered, even if I didn’t. Physical need had been building for so long; it took only the promise of what was to come to release it. More built as Dane suckled and flicked, teasing, but stopping short when he felt my body tense with desire. “Come.”
He led me to the bed. Hurrying now, we made short work of the rest of our clothes. He pulsed with desire as he laid me down. Careful of my ribs, he held himself over me.
A laugh escaped, then a sigh of pleasure as his fingers found the wet crease, aching for him. “No more slowly. Not now. Maybe later,” I whispered as I pulled his head down.
His lips found mine. He sucked in air as my hand closed over him.
I clenched against the climax that threatened to rush through me. “Now,” I demanded through gritted teeth.
He plunged into me.
We both relinquished ourselves, his climax pulsing against mine. Pleasure overtook me, drowning me, washing away…everything except him…us…now.
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